Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Andronicus. Make way to lay them by their Bretheren.
Andronicus. They open the Tombe.
Andronicus. There greete in silence as the dead are wont,
Andronicus. And sleepe in peace, slaine in your Countries warres:
Andronicus. O sacred receptacle of my ioyes,
Andronicus. Sweet Cell of vertue and NoblitieNobilitie,
Andronicus. How many Sonnes of mine hast thou in store,
Andronicus. That thou wilt neuer render to me more?
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Giue vs the proudest prisoner of the Gothes,
Luc. That we may hew his limbes, and on a pile
Luc. Ad manus fratrum, sacrifice his flesh:
Luc. Before this earthly prison of their bones,
Luc. That so the shadowes be not vnappeas'd,
Luc. Nor we disturb'd with prodigies on earth.
Tit. Tit.
Tit. I giue him you, the Noblest that Suruiues,
Tit. The eldest Son of this distressed Queene.
Tam. Tam.
Tam. Stay Romaine Bretheren, gracious Conqueror,