Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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An. I can interpret all her martir'd signes,
An. She saies, she drinkes no other drinke but teares
An. Breu'd with her sorrow: mesh'd vppon her cheekes,
An. Speech
An. The Lamentable Tragedie of Titus Andronicus.
An. Speechlesse complaynetcomplayner, I will learne thy thought:
An. In thy dumb action, will I be as perfect
An. As begging Hermits in their holy prayers.
An. Thou shalt not sighe nor hold thy stumps to heauen,
An. Nor winke, nor nod, nor kneele, nor make a signe;
An. But I (of these) will wrest an Alphabet,
An. And by still practice, learne to know thy meaning.
Boy. Boy.
Boy. Good grandsire leaue these bitter deepe laments,
Boy. Make my Aunt merry, with some pleasing tale.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. Alas, the tender boy in passion mou'd,
Mar. Doth weepe to see his grandsires heauinesse.
An. An.
An. Peace tender Sapling, thou art made of teares,