Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Dem. Blushing to be encountred with a Cloud,
Dem. Shall I speake for thee? shall I say 'tis so?
Dem. Oh that I knew thy hart, and knew the beast
Dem. That I might raile at him to ease my mind.
Dem. Sorrow concealed, like an Ouen stopt,
Dem. Doth burne the hart to Cinders where it is.
Dem. Faire Philomela she but lost her tongue,
Dem. And in a tedious Sampler sowed her minde.
Dem. But louely Neece, that meane is cut from thee,
Dem. A craftier Tereus hast thou met withall,
Dem. And he hath cut those pretty fingers off,
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Dem. That
Dem. The Lamentable Tragedie of Titus Andronicus.
Dem. That could haue better sowed then Philomel.
Dem. Oh had the monster seene those Lilly hands,
Dem. Tremble like Aspen leaues vpon a Lute,
Dem. And make the silken strings delight to kisse them,
Dem. He would not then haue toucht them for his life.
Dem. Or had he heard the heauenly Harmony,