Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tamora. Tamora.
Tamora. Why I haue patience to endure all this?
Tamora. Enter Chiron and Demetrius.
Dem. Dem.
Dem. How now deere Soueraigne
Dem. And our gracious Mother,
Dem. Why doth your Highnes looke so pale and wan?
Tamo. Tamo.
Tamo. Haue I not reason thinke you to looke pale.
Tamo. These two haue tic'd me hither to this place,
Tamo. A barren, detested vale you see it is.
Tamo. The Trees though Sommer, yet forlorne and leane,
Tamo. Ore‑come with Mosse, and balefull Misselto.
Tamo. Heere neuer shines the Sunne, heere nothing breeds,
Tamo. Vnlesse the nightly Owle, or fatall Rauen:
Tamo. And when they shew'd me this abhorred pit,
Tamo. They told me heere at dead time of the night,
Tamo. A thousand Fiends, a thousand hissing Snakes,
Tamo. Ten thousand swelling Toades, as many Vrchins,
Tamo. Would make such fearefull and confused cries,