Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Titus. I am the Sea. Harke how her sighes doe flow:
Titus. Shee is the weeping welkin, I the earth:
Titus. Then must my Sea be moued with her sighes,
Titus. Then must my earth with her continuall teares,
Titus. Become a deluge: ouerflow'd and drown'd:
Titus. For why, my bowels cannot hide her woes,
Titus. But like a drunkard must I vomit them:
Titus. Then giue me leaue, for loosers will haue leaue,
Titus. To ease their stomackes with their bitter tongues,
Titus. Enter a messenger with two heads and a hand.
Mess. Mess.
Mess. Worthy Andronicus, ill art thou repaid,
Mess. For that good hand thou sentst the Emperour:
Mess. Heere are the heads of thy two noble sonnes.
Mess. And heeres thy hand in scorne to thee sent backe:
Mess. Thy griefes, their sports: Thy resolution mockt,
Mess. That woe is me to thinke vpon thy woes,
Mess. More then remembrance of my fathers death.
Mess. Exit.
Marc. Marc.