Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mar. My Lord this is impiety in you,
Mar. My Nephew Mutius deeds do plead for him,
Mar. He must be buried with his bretheren.
Mar. Titus two Sonnes speakes
Mar. And shall, or him we will accompany.
Ti. Ti.
Ti. And shall! What villaine was it spake that word?
Ti. Titus sonne speakes.
Ti. He that would vouch'd it in any place but heere.
Tit. Tit.
Tit. What would you bury him in my despight?
Mar. Mar.
Mar. No Noble Titus, but intreat of thee,
Mar. To pardon Mutius, and to bury him.
Tit. Marcus, Euen thou hast stroke vpon my Crest,
Tit. And with these Boyes mine Honour thou hast wounded,
Tit. My foes I doe repute you euery one.
Tit. So trouble me no more, but get you gone.
1. Sonne. 1. Sonne.