Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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An. Why Marcus, no man should be mad but I:
An. What violent hands can she lay on her life:
An. Ah, wherefore dost thou vrge the name of hands,
An. To bid æneas tell the tale twice ore
An. How Troy was burnt, and he made miserable?
An. O handle not the theame, to talke of hands,
An. Least we remember still that we haue none,
An. Fie, fie, how Frantiquely I square my talke
An. As if we should forget we had no hands:
An. If Marcus did not name the word of hands.
An. Come, lets fall too, and gentle girle eate this,
An. Heere is no drinke? Harke Marcus what she saies,
An. I can interpret all her martir'd signes,
An. She saies, she drinkes no other drinke but teares
An. Breu'd with her sorrow: mesh'd vppon her cheekes,
An. Speech
An. The Lamentable Tragedie of Titus Andronicus.
An. Speechlesse complaynetcomplayner, I will learne thy thought:
An. In thy dumb action, will I be as perfect
An. As begging Hermits in their holy prayers.