Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ti. And staine the Sun with fogge as somtime cloudes,
Ti. When they do hug him in their melting bosomes.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. Oh brother speake with possibilities,
Mar. And do not breake into these deepe extreames.
Ti. Ti.
Ti. Is not my sorrow deepe, hauing no bottome?
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Ti. Then
Ti. The Lamentable Tragedie of Titus Andronicus.
Ti. Then be my passions bottomlesse with them.
Mar. But yet let reason gouerne thy lament.
Titus. Titus.
Titus. If there were reason for these miseries,
Titus. Then into limits could I binde my woes:
Titus. When heauen doth weepe, doth not the earth oreflow?
Titus. If the windes rage, doth not the Sea wax mad,
Titus. Threatning the welkin with his big‑swolne face?
Titus. And wilt thou haue a reason for this coile?