Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tit. Is it your tricke to make me ope the dore,
Tit. That so my sad decrees may flie away,
Tit. And all my studie be to no effect?
Tit. You are deceiu'd, for what I meane to do,
Tit. See heere in bloody lines I haue set downe:
Tit. And what is written shall be executed.
Tam. Tam.
Tam. Titus, I am come to talke with thee,
Tit. Tit.
Tit. No not a word: how can I grace my talke,
Tit. Wanting a hand to giue it action,
Tit. Thou hast the ods of me, therefore no more.
Tam. If thou did'st know me,
Tam. Thou would'st talke with me.
Tit. I am not mad, I know thee well enough,
Tit. Witnesse this wretched stump,
Tit. Witnesse these crimson lines,
Tit. Witnesse these Trenches made by griefe and care,