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Your hearts will throb and weep to hear him speak.

Luc. Then, noble auditory, be it known to you,
That cursed Chiron and Demetrius
Were they that murdered our Emperor's brother ;
And 8/they they were that ravished our sister :
For their fell faults our brothers were beheaded,
Our father's tears despis’d, and basely cozen'd
Of that true hand, that fought Rome's quarrel out,
And sent her enemies into the grave.
Lastly, my self unkindly banished,
(The gates shut on me) and turn’d weeping out,
To beg relief among Rome's enemies,
Who drown'd their

enmity in my true tears, And op'd their arms t'embrace me as a friend: 5

And I am turn’d forth, be it known to you,
That have preserv'd her welfare in my blood,
And from her bofom took the enemy's point,
Sheathing the steel in my advent'rous body.
Alas, you know I am no vaunter, l;
My scars can witness, dumb although they are,
That my report is just, and full of truth.
But soft, methinks I do digress too much,
Citing my worthless praise: oh pardon me,
For when no friends are by, men praise themselves.

Mar. Now is my tongue to speak: behold this child,
Of this was Tamora delivered,
The issue of an irreligious Moor,
Chief architect and plotter of these woes ;
The villain is alive in Titus' house,
9 Damn'd' as he is, to witness this is true.
Now judge what cause had Titus to revenge
These wrongs, unspeakable, past patience,
Or more than any living man could bear.
Now you have heard the truth, what say you, Romans?
Have we done aught amiss ? fhew us wherein,
And from the place where you behold us now,
The poor remainder of Andronicus,
We'll hand in hand all head-long cast us down,
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And on the ragged stones beat out our brains,
And make a mutual closure of our house:
Speak, Romans, speak, and if you say we shall,
Lo hand in hand, Lucius and I will fall.

Æm. Come, come, thou reverend man of Rome,
And bring our Emperor gently in thy hand,
Lucius our Emperor: for well I know,
The common voice ''doth' cry it shall be so.

Mar. Lucius, all hail, Rome's royal Emperor !
Go, go into old Titus' sorrowful house,
And hither hale that misbelieving Moor,
To be adjudg’d some direful Naughtering death,
As punishment for his most wicked life.
Lucius, all hail, Rome's gracious Governor!

Luc. Thanks, gentle Romans: may I govern so,
To heal Rome's harm, and drive away her woe!
But, gentle people, give me aim a while,
For nature puts me to a heavy task:
Stand all aloof: but, uncle, draw you near,
To shed obsequious tears upon this trunk:
Oh take this warm kiss on thy pale cold lips,
These sorrowful drops upon thy blood-stain'd face;
The last true duties of thy noble son.

Mar. Ay, tear for tear, and loving kiss for kiss,
Thy brother Marcus tenders on thy lips:
O were the sum of these that I should

pay Countless and infinite, yet would I pay them.

Luc. Come hither, boy, come, come, and learn of us To melt in showers; thy grandfire lov'd thee well; Many a time he danc'd thee on his knee; Sung thee asleep, his loving breast thy pillow : Many a matter hath he told to thee, Meet and agreeing with thy infancy; In that respect then, like a loving child, Shed yet some small drops from thy tender spring, Because kind nature doth require it fo ; Friends should associate friends, in grief and woe: Bid him farewel, commit him to the grave,

I do


Do him that kindness, and take leave of him.

Boy. O grandsire, grandsire! ev'n with all my heart, Would I were dead, so you did live againO Lord, I cannot speak to him for weeping, : My tears will choak me, if I ope my mouth.


Enter Romans with Aaron.
Rom. You sad Andronici, have done with woes,
Give sentence on this execrable wretch,
That hath been breeder of these dire events.

Luc. See him breast-deep in earth, and famish him:
There let him stand, and rave and cry for food :.
If any one relieves or pities him,
For the offence he dies: this is our doom.
Some stay to see him faftned in the earth.

Aar. O why should wrath be mute, and fury dumb ? I am no baby, I, that with base prayers I should repent the evil I have done : Ten thousand worse than ever yet I did, Would I perform, if I might have my will: If one good deed in all my life I did, I do repent ic from my very soul.

Luc. Some loving friends convey the Emp'ror hence, And give him burial in his father's grave. My father and Lavinia shall forthwith Be closed in our houshold's monument: As for that heinous tygress Tamora, No funeral rites, nor man in mournful weeds,

No mournful bell shall ring her burial ; :

But throw her forth to beasts and birds of prey :
Her life was beast-like, and devoid of pity,
And being so, 2/The shall have like want of it."
See justice done on Aaron that damn’d Moor,
From whom our heavy haps had their beginning;

Then afterwards, we'll order well the state,
X That like events may ne'er it ruinate. [Exeunt omnes.

THE 2 hall have like want of pity.


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