Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ti. For all the frosty nights that I haue watcht,
Ti. And for these bitter teares, which now you see,
Ti. Filling the aged wrinkles in my cheekes,
Ti. Be pittifull to my condemned Sonnes,
Ti. Whose soules is not corrupted as 'tis thought:
Ti. For two and twenty sonnes I neuer wept,
Ti. Because they died in honours lofty bed.
Ti. Andronicus lyeth downe, and the Iudges passe by him.
Ti. For these, Tribunes, in the dust I write
Ti. My harts deepe languor, and my soules sad teares:
Ti. Let my teares stanch the earths drie appetite.
Ti. My sonnes sweet blood, will make it shame and blush:
Ti. O earth! I will be friend thee more with raine
Ti. Exeunt.
Ti. That shall distill from these two ancient ruines,
Ti. Then youthfull Aprill shall with all his showres
Ti. In summers drought: Ile drop vpon thee still,
Ti. In Winter with warme teares Ile melt the snow,
Ti. And keepe eternall spring time on thy face,
Ti. So thou refuse to drinke my deare sonnes blood.