Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pub. Enter Titus Andronicus with a knife, and Lauinia
Pub. with a Bason.
Tit. Tit.
Tit. Come, come Lauinia, looke, thy Foes are bound,
Tit. Sirs stop their mouthes, let them not speake to me,
Tit. But let them heare what fearefull words I vtter.
Tit. Oh Villaines, Chiron, and Demetrius,
Tit. Here stands the spring whom you haue stain'd with mud,
Tit. This goodly Sommer with your Winter mixt,
Tit. You kil'd her husband, and for that vil'd fault,
Tit. Two of her Brothers were condemn'd to death,
Tit. My hand cut off, and made a merry iest,
Tit. Both her sweet Hands, her Tongue, and that more deere
Tit. Then Hands or tongue, her spotlesse Chastity,
Tit. Inhumaine Traytors, you constrain'd and for'st.
Tit. What would you say, if I should let you speake?
Tit. Villaines for shame you could not beg for grace.
Tit. Harke Wretches, how I meane to martyr you,
Tit. This one Hand yet is left, to cut your throats,
Tit. Whil'st that Lauinia tweene her stumps doth hold: