Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Aron. To villainie and vengance consecrate,
Aron. Will we acquaint with all that we intend,
Aron. And she shall file our engines with aduise,
Aron. That will not suffer you to square your selues,
Aron. But to your wishes height aduance you both.
Aron. The Emperours Court is like the house of Fame,
Aron. The pallace full of tongues, of eyes, of eares:
Aron. The Woods are ruthlesse, dreadfull, deafe, and dull:
Aron. There speake, and strike braue Boyes, & take your turnes.
Aron. There serue your lusts, shadow'd from heauens eye,
Aron. And reuell in Lauinia's Treasurie.
Chi. Chi.
Chi. Thy counsell Lad smells of no cowardise.
Deme. Deme.
Deme. Sit fas aut nefas, till I finde the streames,
Deme. To coole this heat, a Charme to calme their fits,
Deme. Per Stigia per manes Vehor.
Deme. Exeunt.
Deme. [Act 2, Scene 2]
Deme. Enter Titus Andronicus and his three sonnes, making a noyse