Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ti. But me and mine: how happy art thou then,
Ti. From these deuourers to be banished?
Ti. But who comes with our brother Marcus heere?
Ti. Enter Marcus and Lauinia.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. Titus, prepare thy noble eyes to weepe,
Mar. Or if not so, thy noble heart to breake:
Mar. I bring consuming sorrow to thine age.
Ti. Ti.
Ti. Will it consume me? Let me see it then.
Mar. This was thy daughter.
Ti. Why Marcus so she is.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Aye me this obiect kils me.
Ti. Faint‑harted boy, arise and looke vpon her,
Ti. Speake Lauinia, what accursed hand
Ti. Hath made thee handlesse in thy Fathers sight?