Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ti. Shall thy good Vncle, and thy brother Lucius,
Ti. And thou and I sit round about some Fountaine,
Ti. Looking all downewards to behold our cheekes
Ti. How they are stain'd in meadowes, yet not dry
Ti. With miery slime left on them by a flood:
Ti. And in the Fountaine shall we gaze so long,
Ti. Till the fresh taste be taken from that cleerenes,
Ti. And made a brine pit with our bitter teares?
Ti. Or shall we cut away our hands like thine?
Ti. Or shall we bite our tongues, and in dumbe shewes
Ti. Passe the remainder of our hatefull dayes?
Ti. What shall we doe? Let vs that haue our tongues
Ti. Plot some deuise of further miseries
Ti. To make vs wondred at in time to come.
Lu. Lu.
Lu. Sweet Father cease your teares, for at your griefe
Lu. See how my wretched sister sobs and weeps.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. Patience deere Neece, good Titus drie thine
Mar. eyes.