Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tit. More sterne and bloody then the Centaures Feast.
Tit. He cuts their throats.
Tit. So now bring them in, for Ile play the Cooke,
Tit. And see them ready, gainst their Mother comes.
Tit. Exeunt.
Tit. [Act 5, Scene 3]
Tit. Enter Lucius, Marcus, and the Gothes.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Vnckle Marcus, since 'tis my Fathers minde
Luc. That I repair to Rome, I am content.
Goth. Goth.
Goth. And ours with thine befall, what Fortune will.
Luc. Good Vnckle take you in this barbarous Moore,
Luc. This Rauenous Tiger, this accursed deuill,
Luc. Let him receiue no sustenance, fetter him,
Luc. Till he be brought vnto the Emperours face,
Luc. For testimony of her foule proceedings.
Luc. And see the Ambush of our Friends be strong,
Luc. If ere the Emperour meanes no good to vs.