Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Luc. Many a time he danc'd thee on his knee:
Luc. Sung thee asleepe, his Louing Brest, thy Pillow:
Luc. Many a matter hath he told to thee,
Luc. Meete, and agreeing with thine Infancie:
Luc. In that respect then, like a louing Childe,
Luc. Shed yet some small drops from thy tender Spring,
Luc. Because kinde Nature doth require it so:
Luc. Friends, should associate Friends, in Greefe and Wo.
Luc. Bid him farwell, commit him to the Graue,
Luc. Do him that kindnesse, and take leaue of him.
Boy. Boy.
Boy. O Grandsire, Grandsire: euen with all my heart
Boy. Would I were Dead, so you did Liue againe.
Boy. O Lord, I cannot speake to him for weeping,
Boy. My teares will choake me, if I ope my mouth.
Romans. Romans.
Romans. You sad Andronici, haue done with woes,
Romans. Giue sentence on this execrable Wretch,
Romans. That hath beene breeder of these dire euents.
Luc. Luc.