Titus Andronicus (Quarto 1, 1594)
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Themost Lamentable Tragedie
1020Tamora. Then all too late I bring this fatall writ.
¶And wonder greatly that mans face can fold,
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She giueth Saturnine a letter.
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Saturninus reads the letter.
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And if wee misse to meete him handsomelie,
¶Doe thou so much as dig the graue for him,¶Thou knowst our meaning looke for thy reward,1030Among the Nettles at the Elder tree,
¶King. Oh Tamora was euer heard the like,
1035This is the pit, and this the Elder tree,
¶Looke Sirs if you can finde the huntsman out,
¶Aron. My gratious Lord here is the bag of gold.
¶King. Two of thy whelps, fell curs of bloody kinde,
1040Haue here bereft my brother of his life:
¶Sirs drag them from the pit vnto the prison,
¶There let them bide vntill we haue deuisd,
¶Some neuer hard of tortering paine for them.
¶Tam. VVhat are they in this pit, Oh wondrous thing!
¶Titus. High Emperour, vpon my feeble knee,
¶I beg this boone, with teares not lightly shed,
1050Accursed, if the faults be proud in them.
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