Marcustenders on thy Lips:
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[Act 5, Scene 3]
Enter Lucius, Marcus, and
the Gothes.
Luc.
Vnckle
That I repair to Rome, I am content.
Goth.
Luc.
Good Vnckle take you in this barbarous
This Rauenous Tiger, this accursed deuill,
Let him receiue no sustenance, fetter him,
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,
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.
Luc.
Mar.
Romes Emperour & Nephewe breake the parle
These quarrels must be quietly debated,
The Feast is ready which the carefull
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.
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,
Welcome Dread Queene,
Welcome ye Warlike Gothes, welcome
And welcome all: although the cheere be poore,
'Twill fill your stomacks, please you eat of it.
Sat.
Tit.
Because I would be sure to haue all well,
To entertaine your Highnesse, and your Empresse.
Tam.
Tit.
And if your Highnesse knew my heart, you were:
My Lord the Emperour resolue me this,
Was it well done of rash
To slay his daughter with his owne right hand.
Because she was enfor'st, stain'd, and
deflowr'd?
Satur.
Tit.
Sat.
Because the Girle, should not surui
u e 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:
Die, die,
And with thy shame, thy Fathers sorrow die.
He kils her.
Sat.
Tit.
Kil'd her for whom my teares haue made me blind.
I am as wofull as
And haue a thousand times more cause then he.
Sat.
Tit.
Wilt please you eat,
Wilt please your Highnesse feed?
Tam.
Titus.
Not I, 'twas
They rauisht her, and cut away her tongue,
And they, 'twas they, that did her all this wrong.
Satu.
Tit.
Why there they are both, baked in that Pie,
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.
Luc.
Can the Sonnes eye, behold his Father bleed?
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
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,
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,
When with his solemne tongue he did discourse
To loue‑sicke
The story of that balefull burning night,
When subtil Greekes surpriz'd King
Tell vs what
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,
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.
This Noble Auditory, be it knowne to you,
That cursed
Were they that murdred our Emperours Brother,
And they it were that rauished our Sister,
For their fell faults our Brothers were beheaded,
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,
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,
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:
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
The issue of an Irreligious
Chiefe Architect and plotter of these woes,
The Villaine is aliue in
And as he is, to witnesse this is true.
Now iudge what course had
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,
The poore remainder of
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,
Loe hand in hand,
Emilli.
Come come, thou reuerent man of Rome,
And bring our Emperour gently in thy hand,
The common voyce do cry it shall be so.
Mar.
Goe, goe into old
And hither hale that misbelieuing
To be adiudg'd some direfull slaughtering death,
As punishment for his most wicked life.
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:
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.
Teare for teare, and louing kisse for kisse,
Thy Brother
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
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:
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,
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.
You sad
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:
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
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.
Some louing Friends conuey the
Emp.Emperour
hence,
And giue him buriall in his Fathers graue.
My Father, and
Be closed in our Housholds Monument:
As for that heynous Tyger
No Funerall Rite, nor man in mournfull Weeds:
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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.
See Iustice done on
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.
Marcus, since 'tis my Fathers minde
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And ours with thine befall, what Fortune will.
Moore,
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Tribunes and others.
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What, hath the Firemament more Suns then one?
What bootes it thee to call thy selfe a Sunne?
Titus,
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Marcus we will.
Enter Titus like a Cooke, placing the meat on
the Table, and Lauinia with a vale ouer her face.
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Lucius,
Why art thou thus attir'd
Andronicus?
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We are beholding to you good
Andronicus?
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Virginius,
It was
Andronicus.
Your reason, Mighty Lord?
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Lauinia, and thy shame with thee,
What hast done, vnnaturall and vnkinde?
Virginiuswas,
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What was she rauisht? tell who did the deed,
Why hast thou slaine thine onely Daughter?
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Chironand
Demetrius,
Go fetch them hither to vs presently.
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Die franticke wretch, for this accursed deed.
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Didoessad attending eare,
PriamsTroy:
Sinonhath bewicht our eares,
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Chironand
Demetrius
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Tamoradeliuered,
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Moore,
Titushouse,
Titusto reuenge
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Andronici,
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Luciusand I will fall.
Luciusour Emperour: for well I know,
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Lucius, all haile Romes Royall Emperour,
Titussorrowfull house,
Moore,
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Luciusall haile to Romes gracious Gouernour.
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Marcustenders on thy Lips:
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Tamora,
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Aaronthat damn'd Moore,
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<p n="2390">What, hath the Firemament more Suns then one?</p>
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<p n="2391">What bootes it thee to call thy selfe a Sunne?</p>
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<l n="2392">Romes Emperour & Nephewe breake the parle</l>
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<l n="2395">Hath ordained to an Honourable end,</l>
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<hi rend="italic">Marcus</hi>we will.</p>
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<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">Hoboyes.</stage>
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<speaker rend="italic">Titus.</speaker>
<l n="2399">Welcome my gracious Lord,</l>
<l n="2400">Welcome Dread Queene,</l>
<l n="2401">Welcome ye Warlike Gothes, welcome<hi rend="italic">Lucius</hi>,</l>
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<sp who="#F-tit-sat">
<speaker rend="italic">Sat.</speaker>
<p n="2404">Why art thou thus attir'd<hi rend="italic">Andronicus</hi>?</p>
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<sp who="#F-tit-and">
<speaker rend="italic">Tit.</speaker>
<l n="2405">Because I would be sure to haue all well,</l>
<l n="2406">To entertaine your Highnesse, and your Empresse.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-tam">
<speaker rend="italic">Tam.</speaker>
<p n="2407">We are beholding to you good<hi rend="italic">Andronicus</hi>?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-and">
<speaker rend="italic">Tit.</speaker>
<l n="2408">And if your Highnesse knew my heart, you were:</l>
<l n="2409">My Lord the Emperour resolue me this,</l>
<l n="2410">Was it well done of rash<hi rend="italic">Virginius</hi>,</l>
<l n="2411">To slay his daughter with his owne right hand.</l>
<l n="2412">Because she was enfor'st, stain'd, and deflowr'd?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-sat">
<speaker rend="italic">Satur.</speaker>
<p n="2413">It was<hi rend="italic">Andronicus</hi>.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-and">
<speaker rend="italic">Tit.</speaker>
<p n="2414">Your reason, Mighty Lord?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-sat">
<speaker rend="italic">Sat.</speaker>
<l n="2415">Because the Girle, should not surui<c rend="invertedType">u</c>e her shame,</l>
<l n="2416">And by her presence still renew his sorrowes.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-and">
<speaker rend="italic">Tit.</speaker>
<l n="2417">A reason mighty, strong, and effectuall,</l>
<l n="2418">A patterne, president, and liuely warrant,</l>
<l n="2419">For me (most wretched) to performe the like:</l>
<l n="2420">Die, die,<hi rend="italic">Lauinia</hi>, and thy shame with thee,</l>
<l n="2421">And with thy shame, thy Fathers sorrow die.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">He kils her.</stage>
<sp who="#F-tit-sat">
<speaker rend="italic">Sat.</speaker>
<p n="2422">What hast done, vnnaturall and vnkinde?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-and">
<speaker rend="italic">Tit.</speaker>
<l n="2423">Kil'd her for whom my teares haue made me blind.</l>
<l n="2424">I am as wofull as<hi rend="italic">Virginius</hi>was,</l>
<l n="2425">And haue a thousand times more cause then he.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-sat">
<speaker rend="italic">Sat.</speaker>
<p n="2426">What was she rauisht? tell who did the deed,</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-and">
<speaker rend="italic">Tit.</speaker>
<l n="2427">Wilt please you eat,</l>
<l n="2428">Wilt please your Highnesse feed?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-tam">
<speaker rend="italic">Tam.</speaker>
<p n="2429">Why hast thou slaine thine onely Daughter?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-and">
<speaker rend="italic">Titus.</speaker>
<l n="2430">Not I, 'twas<hi rend="italic">Chiron</hi>and<hi rend="italic">Demetrius</hi>,</l>
<l n="2431">They rauisht her, and cut away her tongue,</l>
<l n="2432">And they, 'twas they, that did her all this wrong.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-sat">
<speaker rend="italic">Satu.</speaker>
<p n="2433">Go fetch them hither to vs presently.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-and">
<speaker rend="italic">Tit.</speaker>
<l n="2434">Why there they are both, baked in that Pie,</l>
<l n="2435">Whereof their Mother<choice>
<orig>dantily</orig>
<corr>daintily</corr>
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<l n="2436">Eating the flesh that she herselfe hath bred.</l>
<l n="2437">'Tis true, 'tis true, witnesse my kniues sharpe point.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">He stabs the Empresse.</stage>
<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>
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<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>
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<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>
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<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>
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<speaker rend="italic">Aron.</speaker>
<l n="2558">O why should wrath be mute, & 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>
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<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>
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<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt omnes.</stage>
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