Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tam. For Valiant doings in their Countries cause?
Tam. O! If to fight for King and Common‑weale,
Tam. Were piety in thine, it is in these:
Tam. Andronicus, staine not thy Tombe with blood.
Tam. Wilt thou draw neere the nature of the Gods?
Tam. Draw neere them then in being mercifull.
Tam. Sweet mercy is Nobilities true badge,
Tam. Thrice Noble Titus, spare my first borne sonne.
Tit. Tit.
Tit. Patient your selfe Madam, and pardon me.
Tit. These are the Brethren, whom you Gothes beheld
Tit. Aliue and dead, and for their Bretheren slaine,
Tit. Religiously they aske a sacrifice:
Tit. To this your sonne is markt, and die he must,
Tit. T' appease their groaning shadowes that are gone.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Away with him, and make a fire straight,
Luc. And with our Swords vpon a pile of wood,
Luc. Let's hew his limbes till they be cleane consum'd.
Luc. Exit Sonnes with Alarbus.