Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mar. And kneele sweet boy, the Romaine Hectors hope,
Mar. And sweare with me, as with the wofull Feere
Mar. And father of that chast dishonoured Dame,
Mar. Lord Iunius Brutus sweare for Lucrece rape,
Mar. That we will prosecute (by good aduise)
Mar. Mortall reuenge vpon these traytorous Gothes,
Mar. And see their blood, or die with this reproach.
Ti. Ti.
Ti. Tis sure enough, and you knew how.
Ti. But if you hunt these Beare‑whelpes, then beware
Ti. The Dam will wake, and if she winde you once,
Ti. Shee's with the Lyon deepely still in league.
Ti. And lulls him whilst she palyethplayeth on her backe,
Ti. And when he sleepes will she do what she list.
Ti. You are a young huntsman Marcus, let it alone:
Ti. And come, I will goe get a leafe of brasse,
Ti. And with a Gad of steele will write these words,
Ti. And lay it by: the angry Northerne winde
Ti. Will blow these sands like Sibels leaues abroad,
Ti. And wheres your lesson then. Boy what say you?