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Rome. Titus's garden.
[Enter YOUNG LUCIUS, and LAVINIA running after him, and the boy flies from
her, with books under his arm. Then enter TITUS and MARCUS]
YOUNG LUCIUS
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Help grandsire | help, my | aunt La|vinia,
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Follows | me eve|rywhere | I know | not* why.
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Good^unc|le Marc|us see | how* swift | she comes,
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Alas | sweet^aunt,| I know | not what | you mean.
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
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Stand^by | me Luc|ius, do | not fear |
thine^aunt.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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She loves | thee boy | too well | to do | thee
harm.
YOUNG LUCIUS
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Aye when | my fath|er was | in Rome | she did.
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
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What means | my niece | Lavin|ia by |
these^signs?
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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Fear not Luc|ius, some|what doth | she mean:
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See Lucius see,| how much | she makes | of thee:
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Some^wheth|er would | she have | thee go | with
her.
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Ah* boy,| Cornel|ia nev|er with / more care
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Read to | her sons,| than she | hath read | to
thee,
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Sweet po|etry,| and Tul|ly's Or|ator:
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Canst^thou | not guess | wherefore | she plies |
thee thus?
YOUNG LUCIUS
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My lord | I know | not I,| nor can | I guess,
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Unless | some fit | or fren|zy do | possess ||
her:
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For | I have heard | my grand|sire* say |
full^oft,
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Extrem|ity of / griefs would | make men mad.
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And I | have read | that Hec|uba | of Troy,
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Ran^mad | through* sor|row, that / made me | to
fear,
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Although | my lord,| I know | my nob|le aunt,
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Loves me | as dear | as ere | my moth|er did,
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And would | not but | in fu|ry fright | my youth,
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Which^made | me down | to throw | my books,| and
fly
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Causeless | perhaps,| but pard|on me / sweet
aunt,
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And mad|am, if | my unc|le Mar|cus go,
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I will / most wil|lingly | attend | your
la||dyship.
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
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Lucius | I will. \\
[LAVINIA turns over with her stumps the books which LUCIUS has let fall]
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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How* now | Lavin|ia, Mar|cus what / means this?
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Some book there | is that | she desires | to see,
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Which^is | it girl | of these?| Open | them boy,
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But thou | art deep|er read | and bet|ter
skilled,
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Come and | take choice of all | my lib|rary,
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And so | beguile | thy sor|row, till | the
heavens
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Reveal | the damned | contriv|er of / this deed.
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What | book? \\
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Why lifts | she up | her arms | in seq|uence
thus?
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
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I think | she means | that there | was more |
than one
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Confed|erate in | the fact,| aye* more | there
was:
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Or else | to heaven | she heaves | them for |
revenge.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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Lucius | what book | is that | she toss|eth so?
YOUNG LUCIUS
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Grandsire*| 'tis O|vid's Met|amor|phoses,
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My moth|er gave | it me.
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
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For love | of her | that's gone, (tri with
prev)
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Perhaps | she culled | it from | among | the
rest.
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Soft, so*| busily | she turns | the leaves,
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Help her,|| what would | she find?| Lavin|ia
shall | I read?
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This is | the tra|gic tale | of Phi|lomel?
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And treats | of Ter|eus' treas|on and | his rape,
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And rape | I fear | was root | of thine | annoy.
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See brother see,| note how*| she quotes | the
leaves.
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Lavin|ia, wert | thou thus | surprised | sweet*
girl,
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Ravished | and wronged | as Phi|lome|la was?
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Forced in | the ruth|less, vast,| and gloom|y
woods?
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See, see, aye such a place there is where* we did
hunt, ????
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(O had | we nev|er, nev|er hunt|ed there)
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Patterned | by that | the po|et here | describes,
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By nat|ure made | for murd|ers and | for rapes.
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
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O why | should nat|ure build | so* foul | a den,
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Unless | the gods | delight | in trag|edies?
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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Give^signs | sweet* girl,| for here | are none |
but friends
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What Rom|an lord | it was | durst do the deed?
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Or slunk | not* Sat|urnine,| as Tar|quin erst,
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That left | the camp | to sin | in Lu/crece' bed.
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
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Sit^down | sweet* niece,| brother,| sit^down | by
me,
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Apol|lo, Pal|las, Jove,| or Mer|cury,
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Inspire | me that / I may | this treas|on find.
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My lord | look here, look | here La|vinia.
[He writes his name with his staff, and guides it with feet and mouth]
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This san|dy plot | is plain,| guide if | thou
canst
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This aft|er me,| I have | writ my name,
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Without | the help | of an|y hand | at all.
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Cursed be | that heart | that forced | us to |
this shift:
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Write thou* | good* niece,| and here | display |
at last,
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What God | will have | discov|ered for | revenge,
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Heaven guide thy* pen | to print | thy sor|rows
plain, ??
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That we | may know | the trait|ors and | the
truth.
[She takes the staff in her mouth, and guides it with her stumps and writes]
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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Oh do | ye read | my lord | what she | hath writ?
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Stuprum,| Chiron,| Deme|trius.|
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
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What, what, the lust|ful sons | of Tam|ora,
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Perform|ers of | this hein|ous blood|y deed?
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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Magni | Domi|nator | poli, ????
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Tam^len||tus au|dis sce|lera,| tam^len|tus
vi||des?
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
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Oh* calm | thee gent|le lord:| although | I know
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There^is | enough | written | upon | this earth,
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To stir | a mut|iny | in the mild|est thoughts,
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And arm | the minds | of in|fants to | exclaims.
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My lord | kneel down / with me:| Lavin|ia kneel,
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And kneel sweet boy,| the Rom|an Hec|tor's hope,
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And swear | with me,| as with | the woe|ful fere
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And fath|er of | that chaste | dishon|ored dame,
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Lord^Jun|ius Bru|tus sware | for Lu/crece' rape,
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That we | will pro|secute |(by good | advice)
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Mortal | revenge | upon | these trait|orous
Goths,
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And see | their blood,| or die | with this |
reproach.
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'Tis sure | enough,| and you | knew | how.
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But if | you hunt | these bear-whelps,| then
beware
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The dam | will wake,| and if | she wind | you
once,
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She's with | the li|on deep|ly still | in league.
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And lulls | him whilst | she play|eth on | her
back,
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And when | he sleeps | will she | do what | she
list.
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You are a / young hunts|man Marc|us, let | it
alone:
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And come,| I will | go get a leaf | of brass,
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And with | a gad | of steel | will write | these
words,
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And lay | it by:| the ang|ry north|ern wind
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Will blow | these^sands | like Sib|yl's leaves |
abroad,
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And where's | your les|son then.| Boy what | say
you?
YOUNG LUCIUS
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I say | my lord,| that if | I were | a man,
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Their moth|er's bed-|chamber | should not | be
safe,
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For these | bad bond/men to | the yoke | of Rome.
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
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Aye that's | my boy,| thy fath|er hath |
full^oft,
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For his | ungrate|ful count|ry done | the like.
YOUNG LUCIUS
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And unc|le so | will I,| and if | I live.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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Come^go | with me | into | mine arm|ory,
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Lucius | I'll fit | thee, and | withal,| my boy
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Shalt car|ry from | me to | the emp|ress' sons,
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Presents | that I | intend | to send | them both,
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Come, come, thou'lt | do thy | message,| wilt
thou not?
YOUNG LUCIUS
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Aye with my | dagger | in their | bosoms |
grandsire*.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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No boy*| not^so,| I'll teach | thee anoth|er
course,
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Lavin|ia come,| Marcus | look to | my house,
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Lucius | and I'll | go* brave | it at | the
court,
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Aye* mar|ry will | we sir, and | we'll be wait|ed
on.
[Exeunt TITUS, LAVINIA, and Young LUCIUS]
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
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O* heav|ens! can | you hear | a good man groan
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And not | relent,| or not | compass|sion him?
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Marcus | attend | him in | his ecs|tasy,
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That hath | more scars of sor|row in | his heart,
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Than foe|men's marks | upon | his bat|tered
shield,
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But yet | so* just,| that he | will not |
revenge,
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Revenge | the heavens | for old | Andron|icus.
[Exit]