Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tamo. Calme thee, and beare the faults of Titus age,
Tamo. Th' effects of sorrow for his valiant Sonnes,
Tamo. Whose losse hath pier'st him deepe, and scar'd his heart;
Tamo. And rather comfort his distressed plight,
Tamo. Then prosecute the meanest or the best
Tamo. For these contempts. Why thus it shall become
Tamo. High witted Tamora to glose with all:
Tamo. Aside.
Tamo. But Titus, I haue touch'd thee to the quicke,
Tamo. Thy life blood out: If Aaron now be wise,
Tamo. Then is all safe, the Anchor's in the Port.
Tamo. Enter Clowne.
Tamo. How now good fellow, would'st thou speake with vs?
Clow. Clow.
Clow. Yea forsooth, and your Mistership be Emperiall.
Tam. Tam.
Tam. Empresse I am, but yonder sits the Emperour.
Clo. Clo.
Clo. 'Tis he; God & Saint Stephen giue you good den;
Clo. I haue brought you a Letter, & a couple of Pigions heere.