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And they have serv'd me to effectless use:
deed? Mar. O, thus I found her straying in the park, Seeking to hide herself; as doth the deer, That hath receiv'd some unrecuring wound.
Tit. It was my deer; and he, that wounded her, Hath hurt me more, than had he kill'd me dead: For now I stand as one upon a rock, Environ'd with a wilderness of sea; Who marks the waxing tide grow wave by wave, Expecting ever when some envious surge Will in his brinish bowels swallow him. This way to death my wretched sons are gone; Here stands my other son, a banish'd man; And here my brother, weeping at my woes; But that, which gives my soul the greatest spurn, Is dear Lavinia, dearer than
Thou hast no hands, to wipe away thy tears;
her husband: Perchance, because she knows them innocent. Tit. If they did kill thy husband, then be joy
ful, Because the law hath ta'en revenge on them.No, no, they would not do so foul a deed; Witness the sorrow that their sister makes. Gentle Lavinia, let me kiss thy lips; Or make some sign how I may do thee ease: Shall thy good uncle, and thy brother Lucius, And thou, and I, sit round about some fountain; Looking all downwards, to behold our cheeks How they are stain’d; like meadows, yet not dry With miry slime left on them by a flood ? And in the fountain shall we gaze so long, Till the fresh taste be taken from that clearness, And made a brine-pit with our bitter tears? Or shall we cut away our hands, like thine? Or shall we bite our tongues, and in dumb shows Pass the remainder of our hateful days? What shall we do? let us, that have our tongues, Plot some device of further misery, To make us wonder'd at in time to come.
Luc. Sweet father, cease your tears; for, at your
grief, See, how my wretched sister sobs and weeps.
Mar. Patience, dear niece:- good Titus, dry
Tit. Ah, Marcus, Marcus! brother, well I wot, Thy napkin cannot drink a tear of mine, For thou, poor man, hast drown'd it with thine
own. Luc. Ah, my Lavinia, I will wipe thy cheeks. Tit. Mark, Marcus, mark! I understand her
Tit. O gracious emperor! O, gentle Aaron!
Good Aaron, wilt thou help to chop it off?
Luc. Stay, father—for that noble hand of thine, That hath thrown down so many enemies, Shall not be sent; my hand will serve the turn: My youth can better spare my blood than you; And therefore mine shall save my brothers' lives. . Mar. Which of your hands hath not defended
Rome, And rear'd aloft the bloody battle-axe, Writing destruction on the enemy's castle? O, none of both but are of high desert: My hand hath been but idle; let it serve To ransom my two nephews from their death; Then have I kept it to a worthy end. Aar. Nay, come, agree, whose hand shall go
Mar. My hand shall go.
By heaven, it shall not go. Tit. Sirs, strive no more; such wither'd herbs as
these Are meet for plucking up, and therefore mine.
Luc. Sweet father, if I shall be thought thy son, Let me redeem my brothers both from death. Mar. And, for our father's sake, and mother's
Tit. Agree between you; I will spare my hand.
But I will use the axe. [Eveunt Lucius and Marcus.
Tit. Come hither, Aaron; I'll deceive them both; Lend me thy hand, and I will give thee mine.
Aar. If that be call’d deceit, I will be honest, And never, whilst I live, deceive men so:But I'll deceive you in another sort, And that you'll say, ere half an hour can pass. [Aside.
[He cuts off Titus's hand.
Enter Lucius and Marcus.
Andronicus: and for thy hand, Look by and by to have thy sons with thee:Their heads, I mean.-0, how this villainy [Aside. Doth fat me with the very thoughts of it! Let fools do good, and fair men call for grace, Aaron will have his soul black like his face. [Erit.
Tit. O, here I lift this one hand up to heaven, And bow this feeble ruin to the earth: If
any power pities wretched tears, To that I call:- What, wilt thou kneel with me?
[To Lavinia. Do then, dear heart; for heaven shall hear our