Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tam. Tam.
Tam. These are my Ministers, and come with me.
Tit. Tit.
Tit. Are them thy Ministers, what are they call'd?
Tam. Rape and Murder, therefore called so,
Tam. Cause they take vengeance of such kind of men.
Tit. Good Lord how like the Empresse Sons they are,
Tit. And you the Empresse: But we worldly men,
Tit. Haue miserable mad mistaking eyes:
Tit. Oh sweet Reuenge, now do I come to thee,
Tit. And if one armes imbracement will content thee,
Tit. I will imbrace thee in it by and by.
Tam. This closing with him, fits his Lunacie,
Tam. What ere I forge to feede his braine‑sicke fits,
Tam. Do you vphold, and maintaine in your speeches,
Tam. For now he firmely takes me for Reuenge,
Tam. And being Credulous in this mad thought,