Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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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. Lu.
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,
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: