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Another part of the forest.
[Enter DEMETRIUS and CHIRON with LAVINIA, ravished; her hands cut off, and
her tongue cut out]
DEMETRIUS
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So now go tell | and if | thy tongue | can speak,
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Who* 'twas | that cut | thy tongue | and
rav|ished thee.
CHIRON
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Write^down | thy mind,| bewray | thy mean|ing so,
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And if | thy stumps | will let | thee play | the
scribe.
DEMETRIUS
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See* how | with signs | and tok|ens she | can
scrowl.
CHIRON
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Go* home,| call for | sweet* wat|er, wash | thy
hands.
DEMETRIUS
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She hath | no tongue | to call,| nor hands | to
wash.
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And so | let's leave / her to | her sil|ent
walks.
CHIRON
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And 'twere / my case,| I should | go* hang |
myself.
DEMETRIUS
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If thou hadst hands | to help | thee knit | the
cord.
[Exeunt DEMETRIUS and CHIRON. Enter MARCUS]
MARCUS
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Who is this,| my niece | that flies | away | so
fast?
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Cousin | a word,| where is | your hus|band?
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If || I do*| dream, would | all my | wealth
would | wake me;
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If I | do wake,| some plan|et strike | me down,
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That I | may slum|ber in | etern|al sleep.
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Speak gentle niece,| what stern | ungent|le hands
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Have lopped,| and hewed,| and made | thy bo|dy
bare
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Of her / two branch|es, those^/sweet orn|aments
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Whose^cir|cling shad|ows, kings | have sought |
to sleep in
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And might | not^gain | so great | a hap|piness
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As half | thy love:| Why dost | not speak | to
me?
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Alas,| a crims|on riv|er of / warm blood,
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Like to | a bub|bling fount|ain stirred | with
wind,
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Doth^rise | and fall | between | thy ros|ed lips,
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Coming | and go|ing with | thy hon|ey breath.
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But sure | some Ter|eus hath | deflow|ered thee,
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And lest | thou shouldst | detect | them, cut |
thy tongue.
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Ah, now*| thou turnst | away | thy face | for
shame:
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And not|withstand|ing all | this loss | of blood,
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As from a | conduit | with three | issu|ing
spouts,
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Yet^do | thy cheeks | look^red | as Tit|an's
face,
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Blushing | to be | encount|ered with | a cloud,
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Shall^I | speak^for | thee? Shall | I say |'tis
so?
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Oh that | I knew | thy heart,| and knew | the
beast
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That I | might rail | at him | to ease | my mind.
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Sorrow | conceal|ed, like | an ov|en stopped,
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Doth^burn | the heart | to cin|ders where | it
is.
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Fair* Phil|omel|a she | but lost | her tongue,
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And in | a ted|ious samp|ler sewed | her mind.
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But love|ly niece,| that mean | is cut | from
thee,
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A craft|ier Ter|eus hast | thou met,| withal
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And he | hath cut | those^pret|ty fing|ers off,
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That could | have bet|ter sewed | than Phil|omel.
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Oh had | the monst|er seen | those^lil|y hands,
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Tremble | like^as|pen leaves | upon | a lute,
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And make | the silken | strings de|light to |
kiss them,
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He would / not then | have touched | them for |
his life.
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Or had | he heard | the heaven|ly har|mony,
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Which that sweet | tongue hath | made:|
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He would | have dropped | his knife | and fell |
asleep,
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As Cer|berus | at the Thra|cian po|et's feet.
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Come, let | us go,| and make | thy fath|er blind,
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For such | a sight | will blind | a fath|er's
eye.
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One hour's storm | will drown | the frag|rant
meads,
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What, will | whole months of tears | thy
fath|er's eyes?
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Do not draw back,| for we | will mourn | with
thee:
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Oh could | our mourn|ing ease | thy mis|ery.
[Exeunt]