Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tit. Religiously they aske a sacrifice:
Tit. To this your sonne is markt, and die he must,
Tit. T' appease their groaning shadowes that are gone.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Away with him, and make a fire straight,
Luc. And with our Swords vpon a pile of wood,
Luc. Let's hew his limbes till they be cleane consum'd.
Luc. Exit Sonnes with Alarbus.
Luc. irreligious piety.
Luc. Scythia halfe so barbarous?
Luc. Scythia to ambitious Rome,
Luc. Alarbus goes to rest, and we suruiue,
Luc. To tremble vnder Titus threatning lookes.
Luc. Then Madam stand resolu'd, but hope withall,
Luc. The selfe same Gods that arm'd the Queene of Troy
Luc. With opportunitie of sharpe reuenge
Luc. Vpon the Thracian Tyrant in his Tent,
Luc. May fauour Tamora the Queene of Gothes,
Luc. (When Gothes were Gothes, and Tamora was Queene)
Luc. To quit the bloody wrongs vpon her foes.