Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ti. Yet in some sort they are better then the Tribunes,
Ti. For that they will not intercept my tale;
Ti. When I doe weepe, they humbly at my feete
Ti. Receiue my teares, and seeme to weepe with me,
Ti. And were they but attired in graue weedes,
Ti. Rome could afford no Tribune like to these.
Ti. A stone is as soft waxe,
Ti. Tribunes more hard then stones:
Ti. A stone is silent, and offendeth not,
Ti. And Tribunes with their tongues doome men to death.
Ti. But wherefore stand'st thou with thy weapon drawne?
Lu. Lu.
Lu. To rescue my two brothers from their death,
Lu. For which attempt the Iudges haue pronounc'st
Lu. My euerlasting doome of banishment.
Ti. Ti.
Ti. O happy man, they haue befriended thee:
Ti. Why foolish Lucius, dost thou not perceiue
Ti. That Rome is but a wildernes of Tigers?
Ti. Tigers must pray, and Rome affords no prey