Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ti. Plot some deuise of further miseries
Ti. To make vs wondred at in time to come.
Lu. Lu.
Lu. Sweet Father cease your teares, for at your griefe
Lu. See how my wretched sister sobs and weeps.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. Patience deere Neece, good Titus drie thine
Mar. eyes.
Ti. Ti.
Ti. Ah Marcus, Marcus, Brother well I wot,
Ti. Thy napkin cannot drinke a teare of mine,
Ti. For thou poore man hast drown'd it with thine owne.
Lu. Ah my Lauinia I will wipe thy cheekes.
Ti. Marke Marcus marke, I vnderstand her signes,
Ti. Had she a tongue to speake, now would she say
Ti. That to her brother which I said to thee.
Ti. His Napkin with her true teares all bewet,
Ti. Can do no seruice on her sorrowfull cheekes.