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Rome. A street.
[Enter Judges, Senators and Tribunes, with MARTIUS and QUINTUS, bound,
passing on to the place of execution; TITUS going before, pleading]
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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Hear me grave | fathers,| noble | tribunes ||
stay,
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For pi|ty of mine age,| whose^youth | was spent
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In dang|erous wars,| whilst^you | secure|ly
slept:
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For all | my blood | in Rome's great quar|rel
shed,
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For all | the fros|ty nights | that I | have
watched,
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And for | these^bit|ter tears,| which^now | you
see,
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Filling | the ag|ed wrink|les in | my cheeks,
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Be pit|iful | to my | condemn|ed sons,
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Whose^souls | are not | corrup|ted as |'tis
thought:
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For two | and twen|ty sons | I nev|er wept,
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Because | they died | in hon|or's lof|ty bed.
[Lieth down; the Judges, etc., pass by him, and Exeunt]
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For these,| tribunes,/ in the | dust I write
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My heart's | deep lang/uor, and my | soul's sad
tears:
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Let my | tears stanch the earth's |
dry^ap|petite.
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My sons'| sweet* blood,| will make | it shame |
and blush:
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O^earth!| I will | befriend | thee more | with
rain
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That shall | distil | from these | two^an|cient
urns,
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Than youth|ful Ap|ril shall | with all | his
showers
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In sum|mer's drought | I'll drop | upon | thee
still,
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In wint|er with / warm tears | I'll melt | the
snow,
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And keep | etern|al spring|time on | thy face,
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So thou | refuse | to drink | my dear sons'
blood.
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O reve|rend trib|unes, O*| gentle aged men,
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Unbind | my sons,| reverse | the doom | of death,
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And let | me say |(that nev|er wept | before)
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My tears | are now | prevail|ing or|ators.
LUCIUS
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O nob|le fath|er, you | lament | in vain,
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The trib|unes^hear | you not,| no man is by,
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And you | recount | your sor|rows to | a stone.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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Ah Luc|ius for | thy broth|ers let | me plead,
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Grave tribunes,| once more / I en|treat of you.
LUCIUS
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My gra|cious lord,| no trib|une hears | you
speak.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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Why* tis | no* mat|ter man,| if they | did hear
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They would / not mark | me: oh | if they | did
hear
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They would / not pit|y me. \\
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Therefore I | tell my | sorrows | bootless | to
the stones.
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Who* though | they can|not ans|wer my | distress,
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Yet in some sort | they are bet|ter than the /
tribunes,
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For that | they will / not int|ercept | my tale:
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When^I | do weep,| they hum|bly at | my feet
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Receive | my tears,| and seem | to weep | with
me,
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And, were | they but | attir|ed in / grave weeds,
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Rome could | afford | no trib|une^like | to
these.
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A stone | is as / soft wax,
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Tribunes* | more* hard | than stones; (tri
with prev)
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A stone | is sil|ent, and | offend|eth not,
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And trib|unes with | their tongues | doom men to
death.
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But where|fore standst | thou with | thy weap|on
drawn?
LUCIUS
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To res|cue my / two broth|ers from | their death,
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For which | attempt | the judg|es have |
pronounced
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My ev|erlast|ing doom | of ban|ishment.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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O hap|py man,| they have | befriend|ed thee:
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Why fool|ish Luc|ius, dost | thou not | perceive
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That Rome | is but a | wilder|ness of | tigers?
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Tigers | must prey,| and Rome | affords no prey
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But me | and mine:| how hap|py art / thou then,
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From these | devour|ers to | be ban|ished?
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But who | comes with | our broth|er Mar|cus here?
[Enter MARCUS and LAVINIA]
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
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Titus,| prepare | thy nob|le eyes | to weep,
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Or if | not so,| thy nob|le heart | to break:
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I bring | consum|ing sor|row to | thine^age.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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Will it | consume | me? Let | me see | it then.
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
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This was thy | daughter.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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Why Mar|cus so | she is.
LUCIUS
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Aye | me this | object kills | me.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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Faint || hearted | boy, a|rise and | look u|pon
her,
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Speak La|vini|a, what | accurs|ed hand
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Hath made | thee hand/less in | thy fath|er's
sight?
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What fool | hath ad|ded wat|er to | the sea?
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Or brought | a fag|got to / bright-burn|ing Troy?
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My grief | was at | the height | before | thou
camst,
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And now | like Nil|us it | disdain|eth bounds:
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Give me a | sword, I'll | chop off^|my hands too,
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For they | have fought | for Rome,| and all | in
vain:
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And they | have nursed | this woe,| in feed|ing
life:
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In boot|less prayer | have they | been held up,
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And they | have served | me to | effect|less use.
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Now^all | the serv|ice I | require | of them,
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Is that | the one | will help | to cut | the
other:
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'Tis well | Lavin|ia, that / thou hast | no*
hands,
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For hands | to do | Rome ser/vice, is | but vain.
LUCIUS
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Speak gentle sis|ter, who | hath mart|yred thee?
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
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O* that | delight|ful en|gine of | her thoughts,
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That blabbed | them with / such pleas|ing
el|oquence,
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Is torn | from forth | that pret|ty hol|low cage,
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Where like a sweet | melo|dious bird | it sung,
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Sweet varied notes | enchant|ing eve|ry ear.
LUCIUS
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O say thou | for her,
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Who hath | done this deed? (tri with prev)
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
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Oh thus | I found | her stray|ing in | the park,
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Seeking | to hide | herself | as doth | the deer
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That hath | received | some^un|recur|ing wound.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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It was / my deer,| and he | that wound|ed her,
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Hath hurt | me more,| than had | he killed | me
dead:
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For now | I stand | as one | upon | a rock,
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Envir|oned with | a wild|erness | of sea,
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Who marks | the wax|ing tide,
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Grow wave by | wave, (tri with prev)
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Expec|ting ev|er when | some en|vious surge,
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Will in | his brin|ish bow|els swal|low him.
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This way to death | my wretch|ed sons | are gone:
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Here* stands | my oth|er son,| a ban|ished man,
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And here | my broth|er weep|ing at | my woes.
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But that | which^gives | my soul | the great|est
spurn,
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Is dear | Lavin|ia, dear|er than | my soul.
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Had^I | but^seen | thy pic|ture in | this plight,
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It would | have mad|ded me.| What shall | I do?
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Now^I | behold | thy live|ly bo|dy so?
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Thou hast | no hands to wipe | away | thy tears,
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Nor* tongue | to tell | me who | hath mart|yred
thee:
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Thy hus|band he | is dead,| and for | his death
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Thy broth|ers are | condemned,| and dead by this.
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Look Mar/cus, ah | son Lucius | look on her:
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When I | did name | her broth|ers, then / fresh
tears
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Stood on | her cheeks,| as doth | the hon|ey-dew,
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Upon | a gath|ered lil|y al|most with||ered.
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
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Perchance | she weeps | because | they killed |
her hus||band,
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Perchance | because | she knows | them in|nocent.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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If they did | kill thy | husband | then be |
joyful,
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Because | the law | hath tane | revenge | on
them.
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No, no, they | would not^do | so foul a deed,
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Witness | the sor|row that | their sis|ter makes.
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Gentle | Lavin|ia let | me kiss | thy lips,
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Or make some sign | how^I | may do | thee^ease:
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Shall thy | good un/cle, and thy | brother |
Lucius,
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And thou | and I | sit round | about | some
fount||ain,
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Look|ing all | downwards*| to behold | our cheeks
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How they | are stained | as mead|ows, yet / not
dry
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With mi|ry slime | left^on | them by | a flood:
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And in | the fount|ain shall | we gaze | so long,
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Till the fresh | taste be | taken | from that |
clearness,
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And made | a brine-|pit with | our bit|ter tears?
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Or shall | we cut | away | our hands,|
like^thine?
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Or shall | we bite | our tongues,| and in / dumb
shows
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Pass the | remain|der of | our hate|ful days?
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What shall | we do?| Let^us | that have | our
tongues
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Plot some | device | of furth|er mis|eries
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To make | us wond|ered at | in time | to come.
LUCIUS
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Sweet* fath|er cease | your tears,| for at | your
grief
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See how | my wretch|ed sis|ter sobs | and weeps.
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
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Patience | dear* niece,| good^Tit|us dry | thine
eyes.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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Ah Mar|cus, Mar|cus, broth|er well | I wot,
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Thy nap|kin can|not drink | a tear | of mine,
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For* thou poor man | hast drowned | it with |
thine^own.
LUCIUS
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Ah my | Lavin|ia I | will wipe | thy cheeks.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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Mark Marcus mark,| I und|erstand | her signs,
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Had she | a tongue | to speak,| now^would | she
say
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That to | her broth|er which^/I said | to thee.
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His nap|kin with | his true | tears all bewet,
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Can do | no ser/vice on | her sor|rowful cheeks.
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Oh what | a sym|pathy | of woe | is this!
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As far | from help | as Lim|bo is | from bliss.
AARON
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Titus | Andron|icus, my | lord the | emperor,
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Sends thee*| this^word,| that if | thou love |
thy sons,
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Let Mar|cus, Luc|ius, or thy/self old | Titus,
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Or an|y one | of you, chop | off your hand,
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And send | it to | the king:| he for | the same,
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Will send | thee hith|er both | thy sons | alive,
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And that | shall be | the rans|om for | their
fault.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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Oh grac|ious emp|eror, oh | gentle | Aaron,
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Did ev|er rav|en sing | so like a lark,
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That gives | sweet tid/ings of the | sun's
uprise?
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With all | my heart,| I'll send | the emp|eror my
hand,
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Good^Aar|on wilt | thou help | to chop | it off?
LUCIUS
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Stay fath/er, for | that nob|le hand | of thine,
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That hath / thrown down | so* man|y en|emies,
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Shall not | be sent:| my hand will* serve | the
turn,
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My youth | can bet|ter spare | my blood | than
you,
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And there|fore mine | shall save | my broth|ers'
lives.
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
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Which of | your hands | hath not | defend|ed
Rome,
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And reared | aloft | the blood|y bat|tle-axe,
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Writing | destruc|tion on | the ene|my's castle?
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Oh none | of both | but are | of high | desert:
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My hand | hath been | but id|le, let | it serve
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To rans|om my / two neph|ews from | their death,
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Then have | I kept | it to | a worth|y end.
AARON
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Nay come agree,| whose^hand | shall go | along
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For fear | they die | before | their pard|on
come.
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
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My hand*| shall go.
LUCIUS
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By heaven | it shall / not go.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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Sirs^strive | no* more,| such^with|ered herbs |
as these
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Are meet | for pluck|ing up,| and there|fore
mine.
LUCIUS
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Sweet fath/er, if | I shall | be thought | thy
son,
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Let me | redeem | my broth|ers both | from death.
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
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And for | our fath|er's sake,| and moth|er's
care,
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Now* let | me show | a broth|er's love | to thee.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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Agree | between | you, I | will spare | my hand.
LUCIUS
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Then I'll | go fetch | an axe.
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
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But I | will use | the axe. (tri with
prev)
[Exeunt LUCIUS and MARCUS]
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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Come^hith|er Aar|on, I'll | deceive | them both,
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Lend me | thy hand,| and I | will give | thee
mine.
AARON
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If that | be called | deceit,| I will be |
honest,
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And nev|er whilst | I live | deceive men so:
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But I'll | deceive | you in | anoth|er sort,
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And that | you'll say | ere half | an hou|r pass.
[Cuts off TITUS's hand. Enter LUCIUS and MARCUS]
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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Now* stay | your strife,| what shall | be, is |
dispatched:
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Good^Aar|on give | his maj|esty | my hand,
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Tell him,| it was | a hand | that ward|ed him
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From thous|and dang|ers: bid | him bu|ry it:
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More hath it mer|ited:/ that let | it have.
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As for | my sons,| say^I | account | of them,
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As jew|els purch|ased at | an ea|sy price,
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And yet dear too,| because | I bought | mine own.
AARON
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I go | Andron|icus,| and for | thy hand,
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Look by and by | to have | thy sons | with thee:
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Their heads | I mean:| oh how this | villany
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Doth^fat | me with | the ve|ry thoughts | of it.
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Let^fools | do* good,| and fair men call | for
grace.
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Aaron will | have his | soul black like | his
face.
[Exit]
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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O here | I lift | this one | hand^up | to heaven,
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And bow | this feeb|le ru|in to | the earth,
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If an|y pow|er pit|ies wretch|ed tears,
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To that | I call:| what^wilt | thou kneel | with
me?
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Do then | dear* heart,| for heaven | shall hear |
our prayers,
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Or with | our sighs | we'll breathe | the welk|in
dim,
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And stain | the sun | with fog | as sometime
clouds,
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When they | do hug | him in their | melting |
bosoms.
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
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Oh broth|er speak | with pos|sibil|ities,
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And do | not break | into | these^deep |
extremes.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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Is not | my sor|row deep,| having | no* bottom?
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Then be | my pas|sions bot|tomless | with them.
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
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But^yet let reas|on gov|ern thy | lament.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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If there | were reas|on for | these mis|eries,
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Then in|to lim|its could | I bind | my woes:
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When heaven | doth^weep,| doth^not | the earth
oreflow?
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If the / winds rage,| doth^not | the sea wax mad,
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Threatening | the welk|in with his // big-swollen
face?
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And wilt | thou have | a reas|on for | this coil?
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I am | the sea.| Hark how her | sighs do flow:
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She is | the weep|ing welk|in, I | the earth:
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Then^must | my sea | be mov|ed with | her sighs,
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Then^must | my earth | with her | contin|ual
tears,
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Become | a deluge: ov|erflowed | and drowned:
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For why,| my bow|els can|not hide | her woes,
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But like | a drunk|ard must | I vom|it them;
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Then give | me leave,| for los|ers will / have
leave,
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To ease | their stom|achs with | their bit|ter
tongues.
[Enter a Messenger, with two heads and a hand]
MESSENGER
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Worthy | Andron|icus, ill | art thou | repaid,
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For that / good hand | thou sentst | the
emp|eror:
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Here are | the heads | of thy / two nob|le sons.
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And here's | thy hand | in scorn | to thee sent
back:
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Thy griefs,| their sports:| thy res|olu|tion
mocked,
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That woe | is me | to think | upon | thy woes,
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More than | remem|brance of | my fath|er's death.
[Exit]
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
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Now let hot | Aetna | cool in | Sicily,
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And be | my heart | an ev|er-burn|ing hell:
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These^mis|eries | are more | than may | be borne.
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To weep | with them | that weep | doth^ease |
some^deal,
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But sor|row flout|ed at,| is doub|le death.
LUCIUS
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Ah* that | this sight | should make | so deep | a
wound,
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And yet | detes|ted life | not^shrink | thereat:
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That ev|er death | should let | life bear his
name,
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Where* life | hath no | more^inte|rest but | to
breathe.
[LAVINIA kisses TITUS]
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
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Alas poor heart | that kiss | is com|fortless,
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As froz|en wat|er to | a starv|ed snake.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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When will | this fear|ful slum|ber have | an end?
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
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Now farewell | flattery,| die An|dronicus,
??
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Thou dost^not | slumber,| see thy | two sons'
heads,
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Thy war|like^hands,| thy mang|led daught|er here:
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Thy oth|er ban|ished sons | with this / dear
sight
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Struck pale and blood|less, and | thy broth|er I,
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Even like a sto|ny im|age, cold | and numb.
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Ah now | no more | will I | control | thy griefs,
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Rend^off | thy silv|er hair,| thy oth|er hand
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Gnawing | with thy teeth,| and be | this dis|mal
sight
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The clos|ing up | of our / most wretch|ed eyes:
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Now is | a time | to storm,| why art | thou
still?
TITUS ANDRONICUS
Ha, ha, ha.
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
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Why dost | thou laugh?| It fits | not with | this
hour.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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Why^I | have not | anoth|er tear | to shed:
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Besides,| this sor|row is | an en|emy,
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And would | usurp | upon | my wat|ery eyes,
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And make | them blind | with trib|uta|ry tears.
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Then which | way shall | I find | reven|ge's
cave?
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For these two heads | do seem | to speak | to me,
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And threat | me, I | shall nev|er come | to
bliss,
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Till all | these^mis|chiefs^be | returned |
again,
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Even in | their throats | that have | commit|ted
them.
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Come, let^|me see | what task | I have | to do.
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You heav|y peo|ple, cir|cle me | about,
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That I | may turn | me to | each one / of you,
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And swear | unto | my soul | to right | your
wrongs.
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The vow | is made,| come brother take | a head,
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And in this hand | the oth|er I | will bear.
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And Lavin|ia thou | shalt be | employed | in
these^things:
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Bear* thou | my hand | sweet wench between | thy
teeth:
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As for / thee boy,| go get | thee from | my
sight,
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Thou art | an ex|ile, and | thou must^/not stay,
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Hie to | the Goths,| and raise | an ar|my there,
,
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And if | you love | me, as | I think | you do,
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Let's^kiss | and part,| for we | have much | to
do.
[Exeunt TITUS, MARCUS, and LAVINIA]
LUCIUS
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Farewell | Andron|icus | my noble | father:
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The wo|fullst^man | that ev|er lived | in Rome:
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Farewell | proud Rome, till | Lucius |
come^again,
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He leaves | his pled|ges dear|er than | his life:
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Farewell | Lavin|ia my | noble | sister,
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O would | thou wert | as thou | tofore | hast
been,
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But^now,| nor Luc|ius nor | Lavin|ia lives
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But^in | obliv|ion | and hate|ful griefs:
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If Luc|ius live,| he will | requite | your
wrongs,
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And make proud Sat|urnine | and his | empress
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Beg at | the gates | like Tar|quin and / his
queen.
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Now will | I to | the Goths | and raise | a
power,
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To be | revenged | on Rome | and Sat|urnine.
[Exit]