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A room in Titus's house. A banquet set out.
[Enter TITUS, MARCUS, LAVINIA and Young LUCIUS, a boy]
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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So,* so,| now* sit,| and look | you eat | no more
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Than will | preserve | just^so | much^strength |
in us
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As will | revenge | these^bit|ter woes | of ours.
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Marcus | unknit | that sor|row-wreath|en knot:
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Thy niece | and I |(poor* creat|ures) want | our
hands
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And cannot | passion|ate our | tenfold grief,
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With fol|ded arms.| This poor | right hand of
mine,
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Is left | to tyr|annize | upon | my breast.
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Who when my | heart all mad | with mis|ery,
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Beats in | this hol|low pris|on of | my flesh,
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Then thus | I thump | it | down.|
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Thou map | of woe,| that thus | dost^talk | in
signs,
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When thy / poor heart | beats with out|rageous |
beating,
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Thou canst | not strike it thus | to make | it
still?
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Wound it | with sigh|ing girl,| kill it | with
groans:
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Or get | some lit|tle knife | between | thy
teeth,
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And just | against | thy heart | make thou | a
hole,
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That all | the tears | that thy / poor eyes |
let* fall
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May run | into | that sink,| and soak|ing in,
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Drown the la|menting | fool, in | sea-salt tears.
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
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Fie brother fie,| teach her | not^thus | to lay
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Such^vi|olent hands | upon | her tend|er life.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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How* now!| Has sor|row made | thee dote |
alread||y?
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Why | Marcus,| no man | should be mad | but I:
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What vi|olent hands | can she | lay on | her
life:
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Ah* where|fore* dost | thou urge | the name | of
hands,
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To bid | Aene|as tell | the tale twice ore
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How Troy | was burnt,| and he | made mise/rable?
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O, handle not | the theme,| to talk | of hands,
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Lest we | remem|ber still | that we / have none,
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Fie, fie, how | frantically | I square | my talk
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As if | we should for|get we | had no hands:
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If Marcus | did not name | the word | of hands.
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Come, let's^|fall to, and gent|le girl |
eat^this,
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Here is | no* drink?| Hark Marc/us what | she
says,
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I can | inter|pret all | her mart|yred signs,
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She says,| she drinks | no oth|er drink | but
tears
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Brewed with | her sor|row: meshed | upon | her
cheeks,
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Speechless | complain|er, I | will learn | thy
thought:
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In thy | dumb act/ion, will | I be as | perfect
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As beg|ging her|mits in | their ho|ly prayers.
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Thou shalt | not^sigh | nor hold | thy stumps |
to heaven,
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Nor wink,| nor nod,| nor kneel,| nor make | a
sign,
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But I |(of these)| will wrest | an alph|abet
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And by still | practice,| learn to | know thy |
meaning.
YOUNG LUCIUS
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Good* grand|sire* leave | these^bit|ter deep |
laments,
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Make my | aunt mer/ry, with | some pleas|ing
tale.
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
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Alas,| the tend|er boy | in pas|sion moved,
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Doth^weep | to see | his grand|sire's heav/iness.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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Peace tender sap|ling, thou | art made | of
tears,
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And tears | will quick|ly melt | thy life | away.
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What dost | thou strike at | Marcus | with knife?
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
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At that | that I | have killed | my lord,| a fly.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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Out on | the murd|erer:| thou killst | my heart,
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Mine eyes | are cloyed | with view | of tyr|anny:
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A deed | of death | done on | the in|nocent
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Becomes | not Titus' broth|er: get | thee gone,
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I see | thou art | not for | my com/pany.
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
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Alas |(my lord)| I have | but killed | a fly.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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But? How:/ if that | fly had a | father and |
mother?
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How would | he hang | his slend|er gild|ed wings
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And buzz | lament|ing do|ings in | the air,
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Poor | harmless | fly, \\
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That with | his pret|ty buz|zing mel|ody,
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Came here* to | make us | merry,
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And thou | hast killed | him.
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MARCUS ANDRONICUS
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Pardon me | sir, it was a | black ill-fav|ored
fly,
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Like to the | empress' | Moor, there/fore I |
killed him.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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O,| O,| O, \\
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Then pard|on me | for rep|rehend|ing thee,
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For thou | hast done | a char|itab|le deed:
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Give me | thy knife,| I will | insult | on him,
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Flattering | myself,| as if | it were | the Moor,
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Come^hith|er pur|posely | to pois|on me
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There's for thy|self, and | that's for | Tamora:|
ah sir||rah,
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Yet | I think | we are / not brought | so low,
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But that | between | us, we | can kill | a fly,
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That comes | in like|ness of a // coal-black
Moor.
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
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Alas | poor man, grief | has so | wrought on him,
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He takes false shad|ows, for / true sub|stances.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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Come, take away:| Lavin|ia go | with me,
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I'll to | thy clos|et, and / go read | with thee
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Sad | stories,| chanced in | the times | of old.
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Come boy, and go | with me,| thy sight | is
young,
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And thou | shalt read,| when mine | begin | to
dazzle.
[Exeunt]