Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tamo. Tamo.
Tamo. I will not heare her speake, away with her.
Laui. Laui.
Laui. Sweet Lords intreat her heare me but a word.
Demet. Demet.
Demet. Listen faire Madam, let it be your glory
Demet. To see her teares, but be your hart to them,
Demet. As vnrelenting flint to drops of raine.
Laui. When did the Tigers young‑ones teach the dam?
Laui. O doe not learne her wrath, she taught it thee,
Laui. The milke thou suck'st from her did turne to Marble,
Laui. Euen at thy Teat thou had'st thy Tyranny,
Laui. Yet euery Mother breeds not Sonnes alike,
Laui. Do thou intreat her shew a woman pitty.
Chiro. Chiro.
Chiro. What,
Chiro. Would'st thou haue me proue my selfe a bastard?
Laui. 'Tis true,