Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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An. A deed of death done on the Innocent
An. Becoms not Titus brother: get thee gone,
An. I see thou art not for my company.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. Alas (my Lord) I haue but kild a flie.
An. An.
An. But? How: if that Flie had a father and mother?
An. How would he hang his slender gilded wings
An. And buz lamenting doings in the ayer,
An. Poore harmelesse Fly,
An. That with his pretty buzing melody,
An. Came heere to make vs merry,
An. And thou hast kil'd him.
Mar. Pardon me sir,
Mar. It was a blacke illfauour'd Fly,
Mar. Like to the Empresse Moore, therefore I kild him.
An. O, o, o,
An. Then pardon me for reprehending thee,