Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Dem. But louely Neece, that meane is cut from thee,
Dem. A craftier Tereus hast thou met withall,
Dem. And he hath cut those pretty fingers off,
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Dem. That
Dem. The Lamentable Tragedie of Titus Andronicus.
Dem. That could haue better sowed then Philomel.
Dem. Oh had the monster seene those Lilly hands,
Dem. Tremble like Aspen leaues vpon a Lute,
Dem. And make the silken strings delight to kisse them,
Dem. He would not then haue toucht them for his life.
Dem. Or had he heard the heauenly Harmony,
Dem. Which that sweet tongue hath made:
Dem. He would haue dropt his knife and fell asleepe,
Dem. As Cerberus at the Thracian Poets feete.
Dem. Come, let vs goe, and make thy father blinde,
Dem. For such a sight will blinde a fathers eye.
Dem. One houres storme will drowne the fragrant meades,
Dem. What, will whole months of teares thy Fathers eyes?
Dem. Doe not draw backe, for we will mourne with thee: