Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tamo. My word and promise to the Emperour,
Tamo. That you will be more milde and tractable.
Tamo. And feare not Lords:
Tamo. And you Lauinia,
Tamo. By my aduise all humbled on your knees,
Tamo. You shall aske pardon of his Maiestie.
Son. Son.
Son. We doe,
Son. And vow to heauen, and to his Highnes,
Son. That what we did, was mildly, as we might,
Son. Tendring our sisters honour and our owne.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. That on mine honour heere I do protest.
King. King.
King. Away and talke not, trouble vs no more.
Tamora. Tamora.
Tamora. Nay, nay,
Tamora. Sweet Emperour, we must all be friends,
Tamora. The Tribune and his Nephews kneele for grace,
Tamora. I will not be denied, sweet hart looke back.