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Lastly, myseif unkindly banished,

These sorrowful drops upon thy blood-stain'd The gates shut on me, and turn'd weeping out, The last true duties of thy noble son! [face, To beg relief among Rome's enemies ;

Marc. Tear for tear, and loving kiss for kiss, Who drown'd their enmity in my true tears, Thy brother Marcus tenders on thy lips : And op'd their arms to embrace me as a friend : O, were the sum of these that I should pay And I am the turn'd-forth, be it known to you, Countless and infinite, yet would I pay them! That have prestrv'd her welfare in my blood; Luc. Come hither, boy; come, come, and And from her bosom took the enemy's point,

learn of us

(well : Sheathing the steel in my advent'rous body. To melt in showers: Thy grandsire lov'd thee Alas! you know I am no vaunter, I;

Many a time he danc'd thee on his knee, My scars can witness, dumb although they are, Sung thee asleep, his loving breast thy pillow; That my report is just, and full of truth. Many a matter hath he told to thee, But, soft; methinks I do digress too much, Meet, and agreeing with thine infancy; Citing my worthless praise : 0, pardon me; In that respect, then, like a loving child, For woen no friends are by, men praise them- Shed yet some small drops from thy tender selves.

spring, Marc. Now is my turn to speak; Behold this Because kind nature doth require it so : child!

Friends should associate friends in grief and woe: [Pointing to the Child in the arms of an Bid him farewell; commit him to the grave; Attendant.

Do him that kindness, and take leare of him. of this was Tamora delivered ;

Boy. O grandsire, grandsire! even with all The issue of an irreligious Moor,

my heart Chief architect and plotter of these woes ; 'Would I were dead, so you did live again! The villain is alive in Titus' house,

Good heaven, I cannot speak to him for weeping;
Wretch that he is, to witness this is true. My tears will choke me if I ope my mouth.
Now judge, what cause had Titus to revenge

Enter Attendants, with AARON.
These wrongs, unspeakable, past patience,
Or more than any living man could bear.

1 Rom. You sad Andronici, have done with Now you have heard the truth, what say you,

woes; Romans ?

Give sentence on this execrable wretch, Have we done aught amiss? Show us wherein, That hath been breeder of these dire events. And, from the place where you behold us now, Luc. Set him breast-deep in earth, and famish The poor remainder of Andronici

him; Will, hand in hand, all headlong cast us down, There let him stand, and rave and cry for food:, And on the ragged stones beat forth our brains, If any one relieves or pities him, And make a mutual closure of our house. For the offence he dies. This is our doom: Speak, Romans, speak; and, if you say we shall, Some stay, to see him fasten'd in the earth. Lo, hand in hand, Lucius and I will fall.

Aar. 0, why should wrath be mute, and fury Æmil. Come, come, thou reverend man of dumb ? Rome,

I am no baby, I, that, with base prayers, And bring our emperor gently in thy hand, I should repent the evils I have done ; Lucius our emperor : for, well I know,

Ten thousand, worse than ever yet I did, The common voice do cry, it shall be so.

Would I perform, if I might have my will; Rom. [Several speak.] Lucius, all hail; Rome's If one good deed in all my life I did,

royal emperor! [LUCIUS, &c., descend. I do repent it from my very soul. Marc. Go, go into old Titus' sorrowful house; Luc. Some loving friends convey the em [To an Attendant.

peror hence, And hither hale that misbelieving Moor,

And give him burial in his father's grave:
To be adjudg'd some direful slaughtering death, My father, and Lavinia, shall forth with
As punishment for his most wicked life.

Be closed in our household's monument. Rom. [Several speak.) Lucius, all hail; Rome's As for that heinous tiger, Tamora, gracious governor !

[so, No funeral rite, nor man in mournful weeds, Luc. Thanks, gentle Romans; May I govern No mournful bell shall ring her burial; To heal Rome's harms, and wipe away her woe! But throw her forth to beasts, and birds of prey : But, gentle people, give me aim a while, Her life was beast-like, and devoid of pity; For nature puts me to a heavy task ;

And, being so, shall have like want of pity. Stand all aloof ;-but, uncle, draw you near, See justice done to Aaron, that vile Moor, To shed obsequious tears upon this trunk : By whom our heavy haps had their beginning: O, take this warm kiss on thy pale coid lips, Then, afterwards, to order well the state;

[Kisses Titus, That like events may ne'er it ruinate. [Éreunt.



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