Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ti. From thousand dangers: bid him bury it:
Ti. More hath it merited: That let it haue.
Ti. As for my sonnes, say I account of them,
Ti. As iewels purchast at an easie price,
Ti. And yet deere too, because I bought mine owne.
Aron. Aron.
Aron. I goe Andronicus, and for thy hand,
Aron. Looke by and by to haue thy sonnes with thee:
Aron. Their heads I meane: Oh how this villany
Aron. Doth fat me with the very thoughts of it.
Aron. Let fooles doe good, and faire men call for grace,
Aron. Aron will haue his soule blacke like his face.
Aron. Exit.
Ti. Ti.
Ti. O heere I lift this one hand vp to heauen,
Ti. And bow this feeble ruine to the earth,
Ti. If any power pitties wretched teares,
Ti. To that I call: what wilt thou kneele with me?
Ti. Doe then deare heart, for heauen shall heare our prayers,
Ti. Or with our sighs weele breath the welkin dimme,