Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Luc. irreligious piety.
Luc. Scythia halfe so barbarous?
Luc. Scythia to ambitious Rome,
Luc. Alarbus goes to rest, and we suruiue,
Luc. To tremble vnder Titus threatning lookes.
Luc. Then Madam stand resolu'd, but hope withall,
Luc. The selfe same Gods that arm'd the Queene of Troy
Luc. With opportunitie of sharpe reuenge
Luc. Vpon the Thracian Tyrant in his Tent,
Luc. May fauour Tamora the Queene of Gothes,
Luc. (When Gothes were Gothes, and Tamora was Queene)
Luc. To quit the bloody wrongs vpon her foes.
Luc. Enter the Sonnes of Andronicus againe.
Luci. Luci.
Luci. See Lord and Father, how we haue perform'd
Luci. Our Romaine rightes, Alarbus limbs are lopt,
Luci. And intrals feede the sacrifising fire,
Luci. Whole smoke like incense doth perfume the skie.
Luci. Remaineth nought but to interre our Brethren,
Luci. And with low'd Larums welcome them to Rome.