Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Luc. And from her bosome tooke the Enemies point,
Luc. Sheathing the steele in my aduentrous body.
Luc. Alas you know, I am no Vaunter I,
Luc. My scars can witnesse, dumbe although they are,
Luc. That my report is iust and full of truth:
Luc. But soft, me thinkes I do digresse too much,
Luc. Cyting my worthlesse praise: Oh pardon me,
Luc. For when no Friends are by, men praise themselues,
Marc. Marc.
Marc. Now is my turne to speake: Behold this Child,
Marc. Of this was Tamora deliuered,
Marc. The issue of an Irreligious Moore,
Marc. Chiefe Architect and plotter of these woes,
Marc. The Villaine is aliue in Titus house,
Marc. And as he is, to witnesse this is true.
Marc. Now iudge what course had Titus to reuenge
Marc. These wrongs, vnspeakeable past patience,
Marc. Or more then any liuing man could beare.
Marc. Now you haue heard the truth, what say you Romaines?
Marc. Haue we done ought amisse? shew vs wherein,