Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ti. Agree betweene you, I will spare my hand.
Lu. Lu.
Lu. Then Ile goe fetch an Axe.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. But I will vse the Axe.
Mar. Exeunt
Ti. Ti.
Ti. Come hither Aaron, Ile deceiue them both,
Ti. Lend me thy hand, and I will giue thee mine,
Moore. Moore.
Moore. If that be cal'd deceit, I will be honest,
Moore. And neuer whil'st I liue deceiue men so:
Moore. But Ile deceiue you in another sort,
Moore. And that you'l say ere halfe an houre passe.
Moore. He cuts off Titus hand
Moore. Enter Lucius and Marcus againe.
Ti. Now stay you strife, what shall be, is dispatcht:
Ti. Good Aron giue his Maiestie me hand,
Ti. Tell him, it was a hand that warded him