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Reference: ee1v - Tragedies, p. 50

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The Lamentable Tragedie of Titus Andronicus. Tam. Well hast thou lesson'd vs, this shall we do. But would it please thee good Andronicus,
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To send for Lucius thy thrice Valiant Sonne, Who leades towards Rome a Band of Warlike Gothes, And bid him come and Banquet at thy house. When he is heere, euen at thy Solemne Feast, I will bring in the Empresse and her Sonnes,
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The Emperour himselfe, and all thy Foes, And at thy mercy shall they stoop, and kneele, And on them shalt thou ease, thy angry heart: What saies Andronicus to this deuise?
Enter Marcus. Tit. Marcus my Brother, 'tis sad Titus calls,
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Go gentle Marcus to thy Nephew Lucius, Thou shalt enquire him out among the Gothes, Bid him repaire to me, and bring with him Some of the chiefest Princes of the Gothes, Bid him encampe his Souldiers where they are,
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Tell him the Emperour, and the Empresse too, Feasts at my house, and he shall Feast with them, This do thou for my loue, and so let him, As he regards his aged Fathers life.
Mar.

This will I do, and soone returne againe.

Tam.
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Now will I hence about thy businesse, And take my Ministers along with me.
Tit. Nay, nay, let Rape and Murder stay with me, Or els Ile call my Brother backe againe, And cleaue to no reuenge but Lucius. Tam.
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What say you Boyes, will you bide with him, Whiles I goe tell my Lord the Emperour, How I haue gouern'd our determined iest? Yeeld to his Humour, smooth and speake him faire, And tarry with him till I turne againe.
Tit.
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I know them all, though they suppose me mad, And will ore‑reach them in their owne deuises, A payre of cursed hell‑hounds and their Dam.
Dem.

Madam depart at pleasure, leaue vs heere.

Tam. Farewell Andronicus, reuenge now goes
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To lay a complot to betray thy Foes.
Tit.

I know thou doo'st, and sweet reuenge farewell.

Chi.

Tell vs old man, how shall we be imploy'd?

Tit. Tut, I haue worke enough for you to doe, Publius come hither, Caius, and Valentine. Pub.
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What is your will?

Tit.

Know you these two?

Pub. The Empresse Sonnes I take them, Chiron, Demetrius. Titus. Fie Publius, fie, thou art too much deceau'd,
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The one is Murder, Rape is the others name, And therefore bind them gentle Publius, Caius, and Valentine, lay hands on them, Oft haue you heard me wish for such an houre, And now I find it, therefore binde them sure,
Chi.
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Villaines forbeare, we are the Empresse Sonnes.

Pub. And therefore do we, what we are commanded. Stop close their mouthes, let them not speake a word, Is he sure bound, looke that you binde them fast. Exeunt. Enter Titus Andronicus with a knife, and Lauinia with a Bason. Tit. Come, come Lauinia, looke, thy Foes are bound,
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Sirs stop their mouthes, let them not speake to me, But let them heare what fearefull words I vtter.

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Oh Villaines, Chiron, and Demetrius, Here stands the spring whom you haue stain'd with mud, This goodly Sommer with your Winter mixt,
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You kil'd her husband, and for that vil'd fault, Two of her Brothers were condemn'd to death, My hand cut off, and made a merry iest, Both her sweet Hands, her Tongue, and that more deere Then Hands or tongue, her spotlesse Chastity,
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Inhumaine Traytors, you constrain'd and for'st. What would you say, if I should let you speake? Villaines for shame you could not beg for grace. Harke Wretches, how I meane to martyr you, This one Hand yet is left, to cut your throats,
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Whil'st that Lauinia tweene her stumps doth hold: The Bason that receiues your guilty blood. You know your Mother meanes to feast with me, And calls herselfe Reuenge, and thinkes me mad. Harke Villaines, I will grin'd your bones to dust,
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And with your blood and it, Ile make a Paste, And of the Paste a Coffen I will reare, And make two Pasties of your shamefull Heads, And bid that strumpet your vnhallowed Dam, Like to the earth swallow her increase.
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This is the Feast, that I haue bid her to, And this the Banquet she shall surfet on, For worse then Philomel you vsd my Daughter, And worse then Progne, I will be reueng'd, And now prepare your throats: Lauinia come.
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Receiue the blood, and when that they are dead, Let me goe grin'd their Bones to powder small, And with this hatefull Liquor temper it, And in that Paste let their vil'd Heads be bakte, Come, come, be euery one officious,
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To make this Banket, which I wish might proue, More sterne and bloody then the Centaures Feast. He cuts their throats. So now bring them in, for Ile play the Cooke, And see them ready, gainst their Mother comes.
Exeunt.
[Act 5, Scene 3] Enter Lucius, Marcus, and the Gothes. Luc. Vnckle Marcus, since 'tis my Fathers minde
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That I repair to Rome, I am content.
Goth.

And ours with thine befall, what Fortune will.

Luc. Good Vnckle take you in this barbarous Moore, This Rauenous Tiger, this accursed deuill, Let him receiue no sustenance, fetter him,
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Till he be brought vnto the Emperours face, For testimony of her foule proceedings. And see the Ambush of our Friends be strong, If ere the Emperour meanes no good to vs.
Aron. Some deuill whisper curses in my eare,
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And prompt me that my tongue may vtter forth, The Venemous Mallice of my swelling heart.
Luc. Away Inhumaine Dogge, Vnhallowed Slaue, Sirs, helpe our Vnckle, to conuey him in, Flourish The Trumpets shew the Emperour is at hand. Sound Trumpets. Enter Emperour and Empresse, with Tribunes and others. Sat.
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What, hath the Firemament more Suns then one?

Luc.

What bootes it thee to call thy selfe a Sunne?

Mar. Romes Emperour & Nephewe breake the parle These quarrels must be quietly debated, The Feast is ready which the carefull Titus, Hath

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[Act 5, Scene 3] Enter Lucius, Marcus, and the Gothes. Luc. Vnckle Marcus, since 'tis my Fathers minde
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That I repair to Rome, I am content.
Goth.

And ours with thine befall, what Fortune will.

Luc. Good Vnckle take you in this barbarous Moore, This Rauenous Tiger, this accursed deuill, Let him receiue no sustenance, fetter him,
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Till he be brought vnto the Emperours face, For testimony of her foule proceedings. And see the Ambush of our Friends be strong, If ere the Emperour meanes no good to vs.
Aron. Some deuill whisper curses in my eare,
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And prompt me that my tongue may vtter forth, The Venemous Mallice of my swelling heart.
Luc. Away Inhumaine Dogge, Vnhallowed Slaue, Sirs, helpe our Vnckle, to conuey him in, Flourish The Trumpets shew the Emperour is at hand. Sound Trumpets. Enter Emperour and Empresse, with Tribunes and others. Sat.
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What, hath the Firemament more Suns then one?

Luc.

What bootes it thee to call thy selfe a Sunne?

Mar. Romes Emperour & Nephewe breake the parle These quarrels must be quietly debated, The Feast is ready which the carefull Titus,
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Hath ordained to an Honourable end, For Peace, for Loue, for League, and good to Rome: Please you therfore draw nie and take your places.
Satur.

Marcus we will.

Hoboyes. A Table brought in. Enter Titus like a Cooke, placing the meat on the Table, and Lauinia with a vale ouer her face. Titus. Welcome my gracious Lord,
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Welcome Dread Queene, Welcome ye Warlike Gothes, welcome Lucius, And welcome all: although the cheere be poore, 'Twill fill your stomacks, please you eat of it.
Sat.

Why art thou thus attir'd Andronicus?

Tit.
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Because I would be sure to haue all well, To entertaine your Highnesse, and your Empresse.
Tam.

We are beholding to you good Andronicus?

Tit. And if your Highnesse knew my heart, you were: My Lord the Emperour resolue me this,
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Was it well done of rash Virginius, To slay his daughter with his owne right hand. Because she was enfor'st, stain'd, and deflowr'd?
Satur.

It was Andronicus.

Tit.

Your reason, Mighty Lord?

Sat.
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Because the Girle, should not surui ue her shame, And by her presence still renew his sorrowes.
Tit. A reason mighty, strong, and effectuall, A patterne, president, and liuely warrant, For me (most wretched) to performe the like:
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Die, die, Lauinia, and thy shame with thee, And with thy shame, thy Fathers sorrow die.
He kils her. Sat.

What hast done, vnnaturall and vnkinde?

Tit. Kil'd her for whom my teares haue made me blind. I am as wofull as Virginius was,
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And haue a thousand times more cause then he.
Sat.

What was she rauisht? tell who did the deed,

Tit. Wilt please you eat, Wilt please your Highnesse feed? Tam.

Why hast thou slaine thine onely Daughter?

Titus.
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Not I, 'twas Chiron and Demetrius, They rauisht her, and cut away her tongue, And they, 'twas they, that did her all this wrong.
Satu.

Go fetch them hither to vs presently.

Tit. Why there they are both, baked in that Pie,
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Whereof their Mother dantily daintily hath fed, Eating the flesh that she herselfe hath bred. 'Tis true, 'tis true, witnesse my kniues sharpe point.
He stabs the Empresse. Satu.

Die franticke wretch, for this accursed deed.

Luc. Can the Sonnes eye, behold his Father bleed?
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There's meede for meede, death for a deadly deed.
Mar. You sad fac'd men, people and Sonnes of Rome, By vprores seuer'd like a flight of Fowle, Scattred by windes and high tempestuous gusts: Oh let me teach you how, to knit againe
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This scattred Corne, into one mutuall sheafe, These broken limbs againe into one body.
Goth. Let Rome herselfe be bane vnto herselfe, And shee whom mightie kingdomes cursie too, Like a forlorne and desperate castaway,
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Doe shamefull execution on her selfe. But if my frostie signes and chaps of age, Graue witnesses of true experience, Cannot induce you to attend my words, Speake Romes deere friend, as 'erst our Auncestor,
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When with his solemne tongue he did discourse To loue‑sicke Didoes sad attending eare, The story of that balefull burning night, When subtil Greekes surpriz'd King Priams Troy: Tell vs what Sinon hath bewicht our eares,
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Or who hath brought the fatall engine in, That giues our Troy, our Rome the ciuill wound. My heart is not compact of flint nor steele, Nor can I vtter all our bitter griefe, But floods of teares will drowne my Oratorie,
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And breake my very vttrance, euen in the time When it should moue you to attend me most, Lending your kind hand Commiseration. Heere is a Captaine, let him tell the tale, Your hearts will throb and weepe to heare him speake.
Luc.
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This Noble Auditory, be it knowne to you, That cursed Chiron and Demetrius Were they that murdred our Emperours Brother, And they it were that rauished our Sister, For their fell faults our Brothers were beheaded,
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Our Fathers teares despis'd, and basely cousen'd, Of that true hand that fought Romes quarrell out, And sent her enemies vnto the graue. Lastly, my selfe vnkindly banished, The gates shut on me, and turn'd weeping out,
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To beg reliefe among Romes Enemies, Who drown'd their enmity in my true teares, And op'd their armes to imbrace me as a Friend: And I am turned forth, be it knowne to you, That haue preseru'd her welfare in my blood,
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And from her bosome tooke the Enemies point, Sheathing the steele in my aduentrous body. Alas you know, I am no Vaunter I, My scars can witnesse, dumbe although they are, That my report is iust and full of truth:
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But soft, me thinkes I do digresse too much, Cyting my worthlesse praise: Oh pardon me, For when no Friends are by, men praise themselues,
Marc. Now is my turne to speake: Behold this Child, Of this was Tamora deliuered,
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The issue of an Irreligious Moore, Chiefe Architect and plotter of these woes, The Villaine is aliue in Titus house, And as he is, to witnesse this is true. Now iudge what course had Titus to reuenge
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These wrongs, vnspeakeable past patience, Or more then any liuing man could beare. Now you haue heard the truth, what say you Romaines? Haue we done ought amisse? shew vs wherein, And from the place where you behold vs now,
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The poore remainder of Andronici, Will hand in hand all headlong cast vs downe, And on the ragged stones beat forth our braines, And make a mutuall closure of our house: Speake Romaines speake, and if you say we shall,
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Loe hand in hand, Lucius and I will fall.
Emilli. Come come, thou reuerent man of Rome, And bring our Emperour gently in thy hand, Lucius our Emperour: for well I know, The common voyce do cry it shall be so. Mar.
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Lucius, all haile Romes Royall Emperour, Goe, goe into old Titus sorrowfull house, And hither hale that misbelieuing Moore, To be adiudg'd some direfull slaughtering death, As punishment for his most wicked life.
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Lucius all haile to Romes gracious Gouernour.
A paper patch, placed not to obscure the signature, has been used to repair the damaged foot of this page, probably dating from the eighteenth-century. Luc. Thankes gentle Romanes, may I gouerne so, To heale Romes harmes, and wipe away her woe. But gentle people, giue me ayme a‑while, For Nature puts me to a heauy taske:
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Stand all aloofe, but Vnckle draw you neere, To shed obsequious teares vpon this Trunke: Oh take this warme kisse on thy pale cold lips, These sorrowfull drops vpon thy bloud‑slaine face, The last true Duties of thy Noble Sonne.
Mar.
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Teare for teare, and louing kisse for kisse, Thy Brother Marcus tenders on thy Lips: O were the summe of these that I should pay Countlesse, and infinit, yet would I pay them.
Luc. Come hither Boy, come, come, and learne of vs
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To melt in showres: thy Grandsire lou'd thee well: Many a time he danc'd thee on his knee: Sung thee asleepe, his Louing Brest, thy Pillow: Many a matter hath he told to thee, Meete, and agreeing with thine Infancie:
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In that respect then, like a louing Childe, Shed yet some small drops from thy tender Spring, Because kinde Nature doth require it so: Friends, should associate Friends, in Greefe and Wo. Bid him farwell, commit him to the Graue,
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Do him that kindnesse, and take leaue of him.
Boy. O Grandsire, Grandsire: euen with all my heart Would I were Dead, so you did Liue againe. O Lord, I cannot speake to him for weeping, My teares will choake me, if I ope my mouth. Romans.
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You sad Andronici, haue done with woes, Giue sentence on this execrable Wretch, That hath beene breeder of these dire euents.
Luc. Set him brest deepe in earth, and famish him: There let him stand, and raue, and cry for foode:
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If any one releeues, or pitties him, For the offence, he dyes. This is our doome: Some stay, to see him fast'ned in the earth.
Aron. O why should wrath be mute, & Fury dumbe? I am no Baby I, that with base Prayers
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I should repent the Euils I haue done. Ten thousand worse, then euer yet I did, Would I performe if I might haue my will: If one good Deed in all my life I did, I do repent it from my very Soule.
Lucius.
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Some louing Friends conuey the Emp.Emperour hence, And giue him buriall in his Fathers graue. My Father, and Lauinia, shall forthwith Be closed in our Housholds Monument: As for that heynous Tyger Tamora,
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No Funerall Rite, nor man in mournfull Weeds: A partially inked spacing block appears at the end of this line. No mournfull Bell shall ring her Buriall: But throw her foorth to Beasts and Birds of prey: Her life was Beast‑like, and deuoid of pitty, And being so, shall haue like want of pitty.
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See Iustice done on Aaron that damn'd Moore, From whom, our heauy happes had their beginning: Then afterwards, to Order well the State, That like Euents, may ne're it Ruinate.
Exeunt omnes.
 

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   <sp who="#F-tit-sat">
      <speaker rend="italic">Satu.</speaker>
      <p n="2438">Die franticke wretch, for this accursed deed.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tit-luc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Luc.</speaker>
      <l n="2439">Can the Sonnes eye, behold his Father bleed?</l>
      <l n="2440">There's meede for meede, death for a deadly deed.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tit-mrc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
      <l n="2441">You sad fac'd men, people and Sonnes of Rome,</l>
      <l n="2442">By vprores seuer'd like a flight of Fowle,</l>
      <l n="2443">Scattred by windes and high tempestuous gusts:</l>
      <l n="2444">Oh let me teach you how, to knit againe</l>
      <l n="2445">This scattred Corne, into one mutuall sheafe,</l>
      <l n="2446">These broken limbs againe into one body.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tit-got">
      <speaker rend="italic">Goth.</speaker>
      <l n="2447">Let Rome herselfe be bane vnto herselfe,</l>
      <l n="2448">And shee whom mightie kingdomes cursie too,</l>
      <l n="2449">Like a forlorne and desperate castaway,</l>
      <l n="2450">Doe shamefull execution on her selfe.</l>
      <l n="2451">But if my frostie signes and chaps of age,</l>
      <l n="2452">Graue witnesses of true experience,</l>
      <l n="2453">Cannot induce you to attend my words,</l>
      <l n="2454">Speake Romes deere friend, as 'erst our Auncestor,</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="2455">When with his solemne tongue he did discourse</l>
      <l n="2456">To loue‑sicke<hi rend="italic">Didoes</hi>sad attending eare,</l>
      <l n="2457">The story of that balefull burning night,</l>
      <l n="2458">When subtil Greekes surpriz'd King<hi rend="italic">Priams</hi>Troy:</l>
      <l n="2459">Tell vs what<hi rend="italic">Sinon</hi>hath bewicht our eares,</l>
      <l n="2460">Or who hath brought the fatall engine in,</l>
      <l n="2461">That giues our Troy, our Rome the ciuill wound.</l>
      <l n="2462">My heart is not compact of flint nor steele,</l>
      <l n="2463">Nor can I vtter all our bitter griefe,</l>
      <l n="2464">But floods of teares will drowne my Oratorie,</l>
      <l n="2465">And breake my very vttrance, euen in the time</l>
      <l n="2466">When it should moue you to attend me most,</l>
      <l n="2467">Lending your kind hand Commiseration.</l>
      <l n="2468">Heere is a Captaine, let him tell the tale,</l>
      <l n="2469">Your hearts will throb and weepe to heare him speake.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tit-luc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Luc.</speaker>
      <l n="2470">This Noble Auditory, be it knowne to you,</l>
      <l n="2471">That cursed<hi rend="italic">Chiron</hi>and<hi rend="italic">Demetrius</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="2472">Were they that murdred our Emperours Brother,</l>
      <l n="2473">And they it were that rauished our Sister,</l>
      <l n="2474">For their fell faults our Brothers were beheaded,</l>
      <l n="2475">Our Fathers teares despis'd, and basely cousen'd,</l>
      <l n="2476">Of that true hand that fought Romes quarrell out,</l>
      <l n="2477">And sent her enemies vnto the graue.</l>
      <l n="2478">Lastly, my selfe vnkindly banished,</l>
      <l n="2479">The gates shut on me, and turn'd weeping out,</l>
      <l n="2480">To beg reliefe among Romes Enemies,</l>
      <l n="2481">Who drown'd their enmity in my true teares,</l>
      <l n="2482">And op'd their armes to imbrace me as a Friend:</l>
      <l n="2483">And I am turned forth, be it knowne to you,</l>
      <l n="2484">That haue preseru'd her welfare in my blood,</l>
      <l n="2485">And from her bosome tooke the Enemies point,</l>
      <l n="2486">Sheathing the steele in my aduentrous body.</l>
      <l n="2487">Alas you know, I am no Vaunter I,</l>
      <l n="2488">My scars can witnesse, dumbe although they are,</l>
      <l n="2489">That my report is iust and full of truth:</l>
      <l n="2490">But soft, me thinkes I do digresse too much,</l>
      <l n="2491">Cyting my worthlesse praise: Oh pardon me,</l>
      <l n="2492">For when no Friends are by, men praise themselues,</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tit-mrc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Marc.</speaker>
      <l n="2493">Now is my turne to speake: Behold this Child,</l>
      <l n="2494">Of this was<hi rend="italic">Tamora</hi>deliuered,</l>
      <l n="2495">The issue of an Irreligious<hi rend="italic">Moore</hi>,</l>
      <l n="2496">Chiefe Architect and plotter of these woes,</l>
      <l n="2497">The Villaine is aliue in<hi rend="italic">Titus</hi>house,</l>
      <l n="2498">And as he is, to witnesse this is true.</l>
      <l n="2499">Now iudge what course had<hi rend="italic">Titus</hi>to reuenge</l>
      <l n="2500">These wrongs, vnspeakeable past patience,</l>
      <l n="2501">Or more then any liuing man could beare.</l>
      <l n="2502">Now you haue heard the truth, what say you Romaines?</l>
      <l n="2503">Haue we done ought amisse? shew vs wherein,</l>
      <l n="2504">And from the place where you behold vs now,</l>
      <l n="2505">The poore remainder of<hi rend="italic">Andronici</hi>,</l>
      <l n="2506">Will hand in hand all headlong cast vs downe,</l>
      <l n="2507">And on the ragged stones beat forth our braines,</l>
      <l n="2508">And make a mutuall closure of our house:</l>
      <l n="2509">Speake Romaines speake, and if you say we shall,</l>
      <l n="2510">Loe hand in hand,<hi rend="italic">Lucius</hi>and I will fall.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tit-aem">
      <speaker rend="italic">Emilli.</speaker>
      <l n="2511">Come come, thou reuerent man of Rome,</l>
      <l n="2512">And bring our Emperour gently in thy hand,</l>
      <l n="2513">
         <hi rend="italic">Lucius</hi>our Emperour: for well I know,</l>
      <l n="2514">The common voyce do cry it shall be so.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tit-mrc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
      <l n="2515">
         <hi rend="italic">Lucius</hi>, all haile Romes Royall Emperour,</l>
      <l n="2516">Goe, goe into old<hi rend="italic">Titus</hi>sorrowfull house,</l>
      <l n="2517">And hither hale that misbelieuing<hi rend="italic">Moore</hi>,</l>
      <l n="2518">To be adiudg'd some direfull slaughtering death,</l>
      <l n="2519">As punishment for his most wicked life.</l>
      <l n="2520">
         <hi rend="italic">Lucius</hi>all haile to Romes gracious Gouernour.</l>
   </sp>
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   <cb n="1"/>
   <sp who="#F-tit-luc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Luc.</speaker>
      <l n="2521">Thankes gentle Romanes, may I gouerne so,</l>
      <l n="2522">To heale Romes harmes, and wipe away her woe.</l>
      <l n="2523">But gentle people, giue me ayme a‑while,</l>
      <l n="2524">For Nature puts me to a heauy taske:</l>
      <l n="2525">Stand all aloofe, but Vnckle draw you neere,</l>
      <l n="2526">To shed obsequious teares vpon this Trunke:</l>
      <l n="2527">Oh take this warme kisse on thy pale cold lips,</l>
      <l n="2528">These sorrowfull drops vpon thy bloud‑slaine face,</l>
      <l n="2529">The last true Duties of thy Noble Sonne.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tit-mrc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
      <l n="2530">Teare for teare, and louing kisse for kisse,</l>
      <l n="2531">Thy Brother<hi rend="italic">Marcus</hi>tenders on thy Lips:</l>
      <l n="2532">O were the summe of these that I should pay</l>
      <l n="2533">Countlesse, and infinit, yet would I pay them.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tit-luc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Luc.</speaker>
      <l n="2534">Come hither Boy, come, come, and learne of vs</l>
      <l n="2535">To melt in showres: thy Grandsire lou'd thee well:</l>
      <l n="2536">Many a time he danc'd thee on his knee:</l>
      <l n="2537">Sung thee asleepe, his Louing Brest, thy Pillow:</l>
      <l n="2538">Many a matter hath he told to thee,</l>
      <l n="2539">Meete, and agreeing with thine Infancie:</l>
      <l n="2540">In that respect then, like a louing Childe,</l>
      <l n="2541">Shed yet some small drops from thy tender Spring,</l>
      <l n="2542">Because kinde Nature doth require it so:</l>
      <l n="2543">Friends, should associate Friends, in Greefe and Wo.</l>
      <l n="2544">Bid him farwell, commit him to the Graue,</l>
      <l n="2545">Do him that kindnesse, and take leaue of him.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tit-ylu">
      <speaker rend="italic">Boy.</speaker>
      <l n="2546">O Grandsire, Grandsire: euen with all my heart</l>
      <l n="2547">Would I were Dead, so you did Liue againe.</l>
      <l n="2548">O Lord, I cannot speake to him for weeping,</l>
      <l n="2549">My teares will choake me, if I ope my mouth.</l>
   </sp>
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   <sp who="#F-tit-rms">
      <speaker rend="italic">Romans.</speaker>
      <l n="2550">You sad<hi rend="italic">Andronici</hi>, haue done with woes,</l>
      <l n="2551">Giue sentence on this execrable Wretch,</l>
      <l n="2552">That hath beene breeder of these dire euents.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tit-luc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Luc.</speaker>
      <l n="2553">Set him brest deepe in earth, and famish him:</l>
      <l n="2554">There let him stand, and raue, and cry for foode:</l>
      <l n="2555">If any one releeues, or pitties him,</l>
      <l n="2556">For the offence, he dyes. This is our doome:</l>
      <l n="2557">Some stay, to see him fast'ned in the earth.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tit-aar">
      <speaker rend="italic">Aron.</speaker>
      <l n="2558">O why should wrath be mute, &amp; Fury dumbe?</l>
      <l n="2559">I am no Baby I, that with base Prayers</l>
      <l n="2560">I should repent the Euils I haue done.</l>
      <l n="2561">Ten thousand worse, then euer yet I did,</l>
      <l n="2562">Would I performe if I might haue my will:</l>
      <l n="2563">If one good Deed in all my life I did,</l>
      <l n="2564">I do repent it from my very Soule.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tit-luc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lucius.</speaker>
      <l n="2565">Some louing Friends conuey the<choice>
            <abbr>Emp.</abbr>
            <expan>Emperour</expan>
         </choice>hence,</l>
      <l n="2566">And giue him buriall in his Fathers graue.</l>
      <l n="2567">My Father, and<hi rend="italic">Lauinia</hi>, shall forthwith</l>
      <l n="2568">Be closed in our Housholds Monument:</l>
      <l n="2569">As for that heynous Tyger<hi rend="italic">Tamora</hi>,</l>
      <l n="2570">No Funerall Rite, nor man in mournfull Weeds:<note type="physical" resp="#PW">A partially inked spacing block appears at the end of this line.</note>
      </l>
      <l n="2571">No mournfull Bell shall ring her Buriall:</l>
      <l n="2572">But throw her foorth to Beasts and Birds of prey:</l>
      <l n="2573">Her life was Beast‑like, and deuoid of pitty,</l>
      <l n="2574">And being so, shall haue like want of pitty.</l>
      <l n="2575">See Iustice done on<hi rend="italic">Aaron</hi>that damn'd Moore,</l>
      <l n="2576">From whom, our heauy happes had their beginning:</l>
      <l n="2577">Then afterwards, to Order well the State,</l>
      <l n="2578">That like Euents, may ne're it Ruinate.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt omnes.</stage>
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