Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ti. Ah boy, Cornelia neuer with more care
Ti. Read to her sonnes, then she hath read to thee,
Ti. Sweet Poetry, and Tullies Oratour:
Ti. Canst thou not gesse wherefore she plies thee thus?
Boy. Boy.
Boy. My Lord I know not I, nor can I gesse,
Boy. Vnlesse some fit or frenzie do possesse her:
Boy. For I haue heard my Gransier say full oft,
Boy. Extremitie of griefes would make men mad.
Boy. And I haue read that Hecuba of Troy,
Boy. Ran mad through sorrow, that made me to feare,
Boy. Although my Lord, I know my noble Aunt,
Boy. Loues me as deare as ere my mother did,
Boy. And would not but in fury fright my youth,
Boy. Which made me downe to throw my bookes, and flie
Boy. Causles perhaps, but pardon me sweet Aunt,
Boy. And Madam, if my Vncle Marcus goe,
Boy. I will most willingly attend your Ladyship.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. Lucius I will.