Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tit. Traytor restore Lauinia to the Emperour.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Dead if you will, but not to be his wife,
Luc. That is anothers lawfull promist Loue.
Luc. Enter aloft the Emperour with Tamora and her two
Luc. sonnes, and Aaron the Moore.
Empe. Empe.
Empe. No Titus, no, the Emperour needs her not,
Empe. Nor her, nor thee, nor any of thy stocke:
Empe. Ile trust by Leisure him that mocks me once.
Empe. Thee neuer: nor thy Trayterous haughty sonnes,
Empe. Confederates all, thus to dishonour me.
Empe. Was none in Rome to make a stale
Empe. But Saturnine? Full well Andronicus
Empe. Agree these Deeds, with that proud bragge of thine,
Empe. That said'st, I beg'd the Empire at thy hands.
Tit. Tit.
Tit. O monstrous, what reproachfull words are these?
Sat. Sat.
Sat. But goe thy wayes, goe giue that changing peece,