Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ti. Enter Lucius, with his weapon drawne.
Ti. Oh reuerent Tribunes, oh gentle aged men,
Ti. Vnbinde my sonnes, reuerse the doome of death,
Ti. And let me say (that neuer wept before)
Ti. My teares are now preualing Oratours.
Lu. Lu.
Lu. Oh noble father, you lament in vaine,
Lu. The Tribunes heare not, no man is by,
Lu. And you recount your sorrowes to a stone.
Ti. Ti.
Ti. Ah Lucius for thy brothers let me plead,
Ti. Graue Tribunes, once more I intreat of you.
Lu. My gracious Lord, no Tribune heares you speake.
Ti. Why 'tis no matter man, if they did heare
Ti. They would not marke me: oh if they did heare
Ti. They would not pitty me.
Ti. Therefore I tell my sorrowes bootles to the stones.
Ti. Who though they cannot answere my distresse,