Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Aron. Exit.
Ti. Ti.
Ti. O heere I lift this one hand vp to heauen,
Ti. And bow this feeble ruine to the earth,
Ti. If any power pitties wretched teares,
Ti. To that I call: what wilt thou kneele with me?
Ti. Doe then deare heart, for heauen shall heare our prayers,
Ti. Or with our sighs weele breath the welkin dimme,
Ti. And staine the Sun with fogge as somtime cloudes,
Ti. When they do hug him in their melting bosomes.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. Oh brother speake with possibilities,
Mar. And do not breake into these deepe extreames.
Ti. Is not my sorrow deepe, hauing no bottome?
Ti. dd3
Ti. Then
Ti. The Lamentable Tragedie of Titus Andronicus.
Ti. Then be my passions bottomlesse with them.