Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tam. Victorious Titus, rue the teares I shed,
Tam. A Mothers teares in passion for her sonne:
Tam. And if thy Sonnes were euer deere to thee,
Tam. Oh thinke my sonnes to be as deere to mee.
Tam. Sufficeth not, that we are brought to Rome
Tam. To beautifie thy Triumphs, and returne
Tam. Captiue to thee, and to thy Romaine yoake,
Tam. But must my Sonnes be slaughtred in the streetes,
Tam. For Valiant doings in their Countries cause?
Tam. O! If to fight for King and Common‑weale,
Tam. Were piety in thine, it is in these:
Tam. Andronicus, staine not thy Tombe with blood.
Tam. Wilt thou draw neere the nature of the Gods?
Tam. Draw neere them then in being mercifull.
Tam. Sweet mercy is Nobilities true badge,
Tam. Thrice Noble Titus, spare my first borne sonne.
Tit. Tit.
Tit. Patient your selfe Madam, and pardon me.
Tit. These are the Brethren, whom you Gothes beheld
Tit. Aliue and dead, and for their Bretheren slaine,