Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Goth. When it should moue you to attend me most,
Goth. Lending your kind hand Commiseration.
Goth. Heere is a Captaine, let him tell the tale,
Goth. Your hearts will throb and weepe to heare him speake.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. This Noble Auditory, be it knowne to you,
Luc. That cursed Chiron and Demetrius
Luc. Were they that murdred our Emperours Brother,
Luc. And they it were that rauished our Sister,
Luc. For their fell faults our Brothers were beheaded,
Luc. Our Fathers teares despis'd, and basely cousen'd,
Luc. Of that true hand that fought Romes quarrell out,
Luc. And sent her enemies vnto the graue.
Luc. Lastly, my selfe vnkindly banished,
Luc. The gates shut on me, and turn'd weeping out,
Luc. To beg reliefe among Romes Enemies,
Luc. Who drown'd their enmity in my true teares,
Luc. And op'd their armes to imbrace me as a Friend:
Luc. And I am turned forth, be it knowne to you,
Luc. That haue preseru'd her welfare in my blood,