Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ti. Ti.
Ti. Will it consume me? Let me see it then.
Mar. Mar.
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?
Ti. What foole hath added water to the Sea?
Ti. Or brought a faggot to bright burning Troy?
Ti. My griefe was at the height before thou cam'st,
Ti. And now like Nylus it disdaineth bounds:
Ti. Giue me a sword, Ile chop off my hands too,
Ti. For they haue fought for Rome, and all in vaine:
Ti. And they haue nur'st this woe,
Ti. In feeding life: