Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bass. Bass.
Bass. Rape call you it my Lord, to cease my owne,
Bass. My true betrothed Loue, and now my wife?
Bass. But let the lawes of Rome determine all,
Bass. Meane while I am possest of that is mine.
Sat. Sat.
Sat. 'Tis good sir: you are very short with vs,
Sat. But if we liue, weele be as sharpe with you.
Bass. My Lord, what I haue done as best I may,
Bass. Answere I must, and shall do with my life,
Bass. Onely thus much I giue your Grace to know,
Bass. By all the duties that I owe to Rome,
Bass. This Noble Gentleman Lord Titus heere,
Bass. Is in opinion and in honour wrong'd,
Bass. That in the rescue of Lauinia,
Bass. With his owne hand did slay his youngest Son,
Bass. In zeale to you, and highly mou'd to wrath.
Bass. To be controul'd in that he frankly gaue:
Bass. Receiue him then to fauour Saturnine,