Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Luci. A Banket.
Luci. Enter Andronicus, Marcus, Lauinia, and the Boy.
An. An.
An. So, so, now sit, and looke you eate no more
An. Then will preserue iust so much strength in vs
An. As will reuenge these bitter woes of ours.
An. Marcus vnknit that sorrow‑wreathen knot:
An. Thy Neece and I (poore Creatures) want our hands
An. And cannot passionate our tenfold griefe,
An. With foulded Armes. This poore right hand of mine,
An. Is left to tirranize vppon my breast.
An. Who when my hart all mad with misery,
An. Beats in this hollow prison of my flesh,
An. Then thus I thumpe it downe.
An. Thou Map of woe, that thus dost talk in signes,
An. When thy poore hart beates without ragious beating,
An. Thou canst not strike it thus to make it still?
An. Wound it with sighing girle, kil it with grones:
An. Or get some little knife betweene thy teeth,
An. And iust against thy hart make thou a hole,