Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Sat. To him that flourisht for her with his Sword:
Sat. A Valliant sonne in‑law thou shalt enioy:
Sat. One, fit to bandy with thy lawlesse Sonnes,
Sat. To
Sat. The Lamentable Tragedie of Titus Andronicus.
Sat. To ruffle in the Common‑wealth of Rome.
Tit. Tit.
Tit. These words are Razors to my wounded hart
Sat. Sat.
Sat. And therefore louely Tamora Queene of Gothes,
Sat. That like the stately Thebe mong'st her Nimphs
Sat. Dost ouer‑shine the Gallant'st Dames of Rome,
Sat. If thou be pleas'd with this my sodaine choyse,
Sat. Behold I choose thee Tamora for my Bride,
Sat. And will Create thee Empresse of Rome.
Sat. Speake Queene of Goths dost thou applau'd my choyse?
Sat. And heere I sweare by all the Romaine Gods,
Sat. Sith Priest and Holy‑water are so neere,
Sat. And Tapers burne so bright, and euery thing
Sat. In readines for Hymeneus stand,