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Rome. Before TITUS's house.
[Enter TAMORA, DEMETRIUS, and CHIRON, disguised]
TAMORA
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Thus in | this strange | and sad | habil|iment,
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I will | encount|er with | Andron|icus,
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And say,| I am | Revenge | sent from | below
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To join | with him | and right | his hein|ous
wrongs:
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Knock at | his stud|y where | they say | he
keeps,
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To rum|inate | strange plots of dire | revenge,
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Tell him | Revenge | is come | to join | with
him,
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And work | confus|ion on | his en|emies.
[They knock. Enter TITUS, above]
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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Who doth molest | my con|templa|tion?
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Is it | your trick | to make | me ope | the door,
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That so | my sad | decrees | may fly | away,
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And all | my stud|y be | to no | effect?
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You are | deceived,| for what | I mean | to do,
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See here in blood|y lines | I have / set down:
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And what | is writ|ten shall | be ex|ecu||ted.
TAMORA
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Tit|us, I | am come | to talk | with thee,
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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No not a word:| how can | I grace | my talk,
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Wanting | a hand | to give | it ac|tion,
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Thou* hast | the odds | of me,| *therefore | no*
more.
TAMORA
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If thou | didst know | me, thou | wouldst^talk |
with me.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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I am / not mad,| I know | thee well | enough:
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Witness | this wretch|ed stump, \\
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Witness | these^crim|son lines; \\
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Witness | these^trench|es made | by grief | and
care,
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Witness | the tir|ing day,| and heav|y night,
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Witness | all sor/row, that | I know | thee well
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For our / proud emp|ress, might|y Tam|ora:
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Is not | thy com|ing for | my oth|er hand?
TAMORA
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Know thou sad | man, I | am not | Tamora,
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She is | thy en|emy,| and I | thy friend,
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I am Rev|enge sent / from the in|fernal |
kingdom,
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To ease | the gnaw|ing vul|ture of | thy mind,
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By work|ing wreak|ful venge|ance on | my foes:
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Come down and wel|come me | to this / world's
light,
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Confer | with me | of murd|er and | of death,
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There's^not | a hol|low cave | or lurk|ing place,
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No vast obscur|ity,| or mist|y vale,
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Where* blood|y murd|er or | detest|ed rape,
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Can couch | for fear,| but I | will find | them
out,
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And in | their ears | tell them | my dread|ful
name,
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Revenge,| which^makes | the foul | offend|ers
quake.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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Art^thou | Revenge?| And art | thou sent | to me,
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To be | a tor|ment to | mine^en|emies?
TAMORA
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I am,| therefore | come down and wel|come me.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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Do me | some serv|ice ere | I come | to thee:
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Lo by*| thy side | where Rape | and murd|er
stands,
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Now* give | me some sur|ance that | thou art |
Revenge,
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Stab them,| or tear | them on | thy
char|iot-wheels,
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And then | I'll come | and be | thy wag|oner,
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And whirl | along | with thee | about | the
globe.
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Provide thee two proper palfreys, black as jet,
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To hale | thy venge|ful wag|on swift | away,
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And find out murd|erers | in their guil|ty caves.
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And when | thy car | is load|en with | their
heads,
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I will | dismount,| and by | the wag|on wheel
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Trot like^a | servile foot|man all | day* long,
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Even | from Ep|ton's ris|ing in | the east,
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Until | his ver|y down|fall in | the sea.
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And day | by day | I'll do | this heav|y task,
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So thou | destroy | Rapine | and murd|er there.
TAMORA
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These are | my min|isters,| and come | with me.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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Are them | thy min|isters,| what are | they
called?
TAMORA
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Rape and | Murder,| therefore | called so,
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Cause they || take ven/geance of | such kind of
men.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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Good* Lord | how like | the emp|ress' sons | they
are,
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And you | the emp|ress: but / we world|ly men,
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Have^mis|era|ble mad | mistak|ing eyes:
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O* sweet | Revenge,| now do | I come | to thee,
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And if one | arm's em|bracement | will con|tent
thee,
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I will | embrace | thee in | it by | and by.
[Exit above]
TAMORA
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This^clos|ing with | him, fits | his lun|acy,
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Whatere | I forge | to feed his | brain-sick
fits,
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Do you | uphold, and main|tain in your |
speeches,
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For now | he firm|ly takes | me for | Revenge,
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And be|ing cred|ulous | in this / mad thought,
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I'll make | him send | for Lu|cius | his son,
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And whilst | I at | a banq|uet hold | him sure,
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I'll find | some cun|ning prac|tice out | of hand
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To scat|ter and | disperse | the gid|dy Goths,
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Or at | the least | make them | his en|emies:
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See here he comes,| and I | must play | my theme.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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Long have | I been | forlorn,| and all | for
thee,
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Welcome | dread Fu/ry to | my woe|ful house,
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Rapine | and murd|er, you | are wel|come too,
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How like the emp|ress and | her sons | you are.
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Well are | you fit|ted, had | you but | a Moor,
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Could not | all hell afford | you such | a devil?
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For well | I wot | the emp|ress nev|er wags;
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But in | her comp|any | there is | a Moor,
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And would | you rep|resent | our queen | aright
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It were | conven|ient you / had such | a devil:
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But wel|come as | you are,| what shall | we do?
TAMORA
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What wouldst | thou have | us do | Andron|icus?
DEMETRIUS
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Show me | a murd|erer,| I'll deal / with him.
CHIRON
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Show me | a vil|lain that | hath done | a rape,
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And I | am sent | to be | revenged | on him.
TAMORA
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Show me | a thous|and that | have done | thee
wrong,
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And I'll be | reven|ged on | them all.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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Look round about | the wick|ed streets | of Rome,
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And when | thou findst | a man | that's like |
thyself,
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Good* murd|er stab | him, he's | a murd|erer.
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Go thou | with him,| and when | it is | thy hap
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To find | anoth|er that | is like | to thee,
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Good* Rap|ine stab | him, he | is a rav|isher.
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Go thou | with them,| and in | the empe|ror's
court,
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There is | a queen | attend|ed by | a Moor,
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Well* mayst | thou know | her by thy | own
pro|portion,
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For up | and down | she doth | resem|ble thee.
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I pray | thee do | on them | some vio|lent death,
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They have | been vi|olent | to me | and mine.
TAMORA
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Well^hast | thou les|soned us,| this^shall | we
do.
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But would | it please | thee* good | Andron|icus,
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To send | for Luc|ius thy / thrice-val|iant son,
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Who leads | towards Rome a band | of warlike
Goths,
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And bid | him come | and banq|uet at | thy house.
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When* he | is here,| even at | thy sol|emn feast,
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I will | bring^in | the emp|ress and | her sons,
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The emp|eror | himself,| and all | thy foes,
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And at | thy mer|cy shalt | they stoop,| and
kneel,
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And on | them shalt | thou ease | thy ang|ry
heart:
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What* says | Andron|icus | to this | device?
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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Marcus | my broth|er, 'tis / sad Tit|us calls,
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Go gentle Mar|cus to | thy neph|ew Luc||ius,
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Thou | shalt inquire | him out | among | the
Goths,
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Bid him | repair | to me,| and bring | with him
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Some of | the chief|est prin|ces of | the Goths,
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Bid him | encamp | his sold|iers where | they
are,
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Tell him | the empe|ror, and | the emp|ress too,
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Feast at my house,| and he | shall feast | with
them,
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This do | thou for | my love,| and so let him,
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As he | regards | his ag|ed fath|er's life.
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
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This will | I do,| and soon | return | again.
TAMORA
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Now will | I hence | about | thy bus|iness,
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And take | my min|isters | along | with me.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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Nay, nay, let | Rape and | Murder | stay with me,
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Or else | I'll call | my broth|er back | again,
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And cleave | to no | revenge | but Lu|cius.
TAMORA
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What say you | boys, will | you bide | with him,
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Whiles^I | go tell | my lord | the emp|eror
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How I | have gov|erned our | deter|mined jest?
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Yield to | his hum|or, smooth | and speak | him
fair,
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And tar|ry with | him till | I turn | again.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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I know | them all,| though they | suppose | me
mad,
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And will ore|reach them | in their | own
de|vices,
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A pair | of curs|ed hell-|hounds and | their dam.
DEMETRIUS
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Madam | depart | at pleas|ure, leave | us here.
TAMORA
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Farewell | Andron|icus,| Revenge now goes
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To lay | a com|plot to | betray | thy foes.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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I know | thou dost,| and sweet | Revenge
|*farewell.
[Exit TAMORA]
CHIRON
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Tell us old man,| how shall | we be | employed?
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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Tut, I | have work | enough | for you | to do,
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Publius | come^hith|er, Caius | and Val|entine.
[Enter PUBLIUS and others]
PUBLIUS
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What is | your will? \\
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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Know you these | two?
PUBLIUS
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The | empress'| sons
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I take | them, Chi|ron, De|metri|us.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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Fie || Publi|us, fie,| thou^art | too* much |
deceived,
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The one | is murd|er, Rape | is the oth|er's
name,
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And there|fore* bind | them gent|le Pub|lius,
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Caius, and | Valen|tine, lay hands | on them.
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Oft have | you heard | me wish | for such | an
hour,
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And now | I find it,| therefore bind | them sure,
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And stop | their mouths,| if they | begin | to
cry.
[Exit. PUBLIUS etc. lay hold on CHIRON and DEMETRIUS]
CHIRON
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Villains | forbear, we | are the emp|ress' sons.
PUBLIUS
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And there|fore* do | we, what | we are
com|manded.
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Stop close their | mouths, let* them | not speak
a word.
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Is he / sure bound,| look that | you bind | them
fast.
[Exeunt. Enter TITUS with a knife, and LAVINIA with a basin.]
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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Come, come Lavin|ia, look,| thy foes | are bound,
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Sirs^stop | their mouths,| let^them / not speak |
to me,
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But let | them hear | what fear|ful words | I
utter.
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O vil|lains, Chi|ron, and | Deme|trius,
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Here stands the spring | whom you | have stained
| with mud,
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This^good|ly sum|mer with | your wint|er mixed,
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You* killed | her hus|band, and for // that vile
fault,
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Two of | her broth|ers were | condemned | to
death,
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My hand | cut^off,| and made | a mer|ry jest,
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Both her | sweet* hands,| her tongue,| and that
more dear
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Than hands | or tongue,| her spot|less chast|ity,
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Inhum|an trait|ors, you | constrained | and
forced.
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What would | you say,| if I | should let | you
speak?
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Villains | for shame | you could | not beg | for
grace.
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Hark wretch/es, how*| I mean | to mar|tyr you,
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This one | hand yet is left,| to cut | your
throats,
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Whilst^that | Lavin|ia 'tween | her stumps |
doth^hold:
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The bas|in that | receives | your guil|ty blood.
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You know | your moth|er means to feast | with
me,
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And calls | herself | Revenge,| and thinks | me
mad.
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Hark vil/lains, I | will grind | your bones | to
dust,
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And with | your blood | and it,| I'll make | a
paste,
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And of | the paste | a cof|fin I | will rear,
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And make | two past/ies of | your shame|ful
heads,
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And bid | that strump|et your / unhal|lowed dam,
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Like to | the earth | swallow | her own |
increase.
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This is | the feast,| that I | have bid | her to,
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And this | the banq|uet she | shall surf|eit on,
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For worse | than Phi|lomel | you used | my
daught||er,
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And worse | than Prog|ne, I | will be | revenged,
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And now | prepare | your throats:| Lavin|ia come,
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Receive | the blood,| and when | that they | are
dead,
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Let me | go* grind | their bones | to pow|der
small,
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And with | this hate|ful liq|uor temp|er it,
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And in | that paste | let their / vile heads | be
baked,
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Come, come, be | every | one of|ficious,
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To make | this banq|uet, which | I wish | may
prove,
T T
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More stern and blood|y than | the Cent|aurs'*
feast.
[He cuts their throats]
T T T
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So, now bring | them in,| for I'll play | the
cook,
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And see | them read|y, 'gainst | their moth|er
comes.
[Exeunt, bearing the dead bodies]