Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tit. Now I behold thy liuely body so?
Tit. Thou hast no hands to wipe away thy teares,
Tit. Nor tongue to tell me who hath martyr'd thee:
Tit. Thy husband he is dead, and for his death
Tit. Thy brothers are condemn'd, and dead by this.
Tit. Looke Marcus, ah sonne Lucius looke on her:
Tit. When I did name her brothers, then fresh teares
Tit. Stood on her cheekes, as doth the hony dew,
Tit. Vpon a gathred Lillie almost withered.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. Perchance she weepes because they kil'd her
Mar. husband,
Mar. Perchance because she knowes him innocent.
Ti. Ti.
Ti. If they did kill thy husband then be ioyfull,
Ti. Because the law hath tane reuenge on them.
Ti. No, no, they would not doe so foule a deede,
Ti. Witnes the sorrow that their sister makes.
Ti. Gentle Lauinia let me kisse thy lips,
Ti. Or make some signes how I may do thee ease: