Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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An. And teares will quickly melt thy life away.
An. Marcus strikes the dish with a knife.
An. What doest thou strike at Marcus with knife.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. At that that I haue kil'd my Lord, a Flys
An. An.
An. Out on the murderour: thou kil'st my hart,
An. Mine eyes cloi'd with view of Tirranie:
An. A deed of death done on the Innocent
An. Becoms not Titus brother: get thee gone,
An. I see thou art not for my company.
Mar. Alas (my Lord) I haue but kild a flie.
An. But? How: if that Flie had a father and mother?
An. How would he hang his slender gilded wings
An. And buz lamenting doings in the ayer,
An. Poore harmelesse Fly,
An. That with his pretty buzing melody,
An. Came heere to make vs merry,