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