Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Publ. Till time beget some carefull remedie.
Marc. Marc.
Marc. Kinsmen, his sorrowes are past remedie.
Marc. Ioyne with the Gothes, and with reuengefull warre,
Marc. Take wreake on Rome for this ingratitude,
Marc. And vengeance on the Traytor Saturnine.
Tit. Tit.
Tit. Publius how now? how now my Maisters?
Tit. What haue you met with her?
Publ. Publ.
Publ. No my good Lord, but Pluto sends you word,
Publ. If you will haue reuenge from hell you shall,
Publ. Marrie for iustice she is so imploy'd,
Publ. He thinkes with Ioue in heauen, or some where else:
Publ. So that perforce you must needs stay a time.
Tit. He doth me wrong to feed me with delayes,
Tit. Ile diue into the burning Lake below,
Tit. And pull her out of Acaron by the heeles.
Tit. Marcus we are but shrubs, no Cedars we,