Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Satu. Satu.
Satu. Go fetch them hither to vs presently.
Tit. Tit.
Tit. Why there they are both, baked in that Pie,
Tit. Whereof their Mother dantilydaintily hath fed,
Tit. Eating the flesh that she herselfe hath bred.
Tit. 'Tis true, 'tis true, witnesse my kniues sharpe point.
Tit. He stabs the Empresse.
Satu. Die franticke wretch, for this accursed deed.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Can the Sonnes eye, behold his Father bleed?
Luc. There's meede for meede, death for a deadly deed.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. You sad fac'd men, people and Sonnes of Rome,
Mar. By vprores seuer'd like a flight of Fowle,
Mar. Scattred by windes and high tempestuous gusts:
Mar. Oh let me teach you how, to knit againe
Mar. This scattred Corne, into one mutuall sheafe,
Mar. These broken limbs againe into one body.