Titus Andronicus (Quarto 1, 1594)
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of Titus Andronicus.
¶The worse to her the better lou'd of mee.
¶Lauinia. Oh Tamora be calld a Gentle Queene,
915And with thine owne hands kill me in this place,
¶For tis not life that I haue begd so long,
920That woman-hood denies my tong to tell,
¶VVhere neuer mans eye may behold my bodie,
¶Doe this and be a charitable murderer.
¶The blot and enemie to our generall name,
¶Confusion fall
935This is the hole where Aron bid vs hide him.
¶Nere let my hart know merry cheare indeede,
¶Till all the Andronicie be made away:
¶Now will I hence to seeke my louely Moore,
¶
Enter Aron with two of Titus sonnes.
¶Come on my Lords the better foot before,
¶Straight will I bring you to the lothsome pit,
950VVhose mouth is couered with rude growing briers,
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