Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mar. Lucius
Mar. The Lamentable Tragedie of Titus Andronicus.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Thankes gentle Romanes, may I gouerne so,
Luc. To heale Romes harmes, and wipe away her woe.
Luc. But gentle people, giue me ayme a‑while,
Luc. For Nature puts me to a heauy taske:
Luc. Stand all aloofe, but Vnckle draw you neere,
Luc. To shed obsequious teares vpon this Trunke:
Luc. Oh take this warme kisse on thy pale cold lips,
Luc. These sorrowfull drops vpon thy bloud‑slaine face,
Luc. The last true Duties of thy Noble Sonne.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. Teare for teare, and louing kisse for kisse,
Mar. Thy Brother Marcus tenders on thy Lips:
Mar. O were the summe of these that I should pay
Mar. Countlesse, and infinit, yet would I pay them.
Luc. Come hither Boy, come, come, and learne of vs
Luc. To melt in showres: thy Grandsire lou'd thee well: