Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tam. Tam.
Tam. Farewell my Sonnes, see that you make her sure,
Tam. Nere let my heart know merry cheere indeed,
Tam. Till all the Andronici be made away:
Tam. Now will I hence to seeke my louely Moore,
Tam. And let my spleenefull Sonnes this Trull defloure.
Tam. Exit.
Tam. Enter Aaron with two of Titus Sonnes.
Aron. Aron.
Aron. Come on my Lords, the better foote before,
Aron. Straight will I bring you to the lothsome pit,
Aron. Where I espied the Panther fast asleepe.
Quin. Quin.
Quin. My sight is very dull what ere it bodes.
Marti. Marti.
Marti. And mine I promise you, were it not for shame,
Marti. Well could I leaue our sport to sleepe a while.
Quin. What art thou fallen?
Quin. What subtile Hole is this,