Titus Andronicus (Quarto 1, 1594)
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The most Lamentable Tragedie
¶Demetrius. Why boy, although our mother (vnaduizd)
¶Goe too: haue your lath glued within your sheath,
¶Till you know better how to handle it.
¶Full well shalt thou perceiue how much I dare.
¶Moore. VVhy how now Lords?
¶So neere the Emperours Pallace dare yee drawe,
¶And maintaine such a quarrell openlie?
¶Full well I wote the ground of all this grudge,
605I would not for a million of gold,
¶Nor would your Noble Mother for much more,
¶For shame put vp.
¶My Rapier in his bosome, and withall
¶That he hath breathd in my dishonour here.
¶And with thy weapon nothing darst performe.
¶Now by the Gods that warlike Gothes adore,
620This pettie brabble will vndoo vs all:
¶VVhy Lords, and thinke you not how dangerous
¶It is to iet vpon a Princes right?
625That for her loue such quarrels may be brocht,
¶VVithout controulement, iustice, or reuenge.
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