Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Dem. Which that sweet tongue hath made:
Dem. He would haue dropt his knife and fell asleepe,
Dem. As Cerberus at the Thracian Poets feete.
Dem. Come, let vs goe, and make thy father blinde,
Dem. For such a sight will blinde a fathers eye.
Dem. One houres storme will drowne the fragrant meades,
Dem. What, will whole months of teares thy Fathers eyes?
Dem. Doe not draw backe, for we will mourne with thee:
Dem. Oh could our mourning ease thy misery.
Dem. Exeunt
Dem. Actus Tertius.
Dem. [Act 3, Scene 1]
Dem. Enter the Iudges and Senatours with Titus two sonnes bound,
Dem. passing on the Stage to the place of execution, and Titus going
Dem. before pleading.
Ti. Ti.
Ti. Heare me graue fathers, noble Tribunes stay,
Ti. For pitty of mine age, whose youth was spent
Ti. In dangerous warres, whilst you securely slept:
Ti. For all my blood in Romes great quarrell shed,