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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 : 0, 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 preserv'd her welfare in my blood; Luc. Come hither, boy; come, come, and And from her bosom took the enemy's point,

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(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 when 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, 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, Hare 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 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. O, why should wrath be mute, and fury Æmil. Cone, 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 harins, 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 : 0, 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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