Titus Andronicus (Quarto 1, 1594)
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of Titus Andronicus.
¶VVhich that sweete tongue hath made,
¶He would haue dropt his knife and fell a sleepe,
¶As Cerberus at the Thracian Poets feete.
1125Come let vs goe, and make thy father blind,
¶One houres storme will drowne the fragrant meades,
¶VVhat will whole months of teares thy fathers eies?
¶Doe not drawe backe, for we will mourne with thee,
Exeunt.
¶
_Enter the Iudges and Senatours with Titus two sonnes
¶For all my blood in Roomes great quarrell shed,
¶For all the frostie nights that I haue watcht,
¶Filling the aged wrincles in my cheeks,
¶Be pittifull to my condemned sonnes,
¶For two and twentie sonnes I neuer wept,
1145Because they died in honours loftie bed,
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Andronicus lieth downe, and the Iudges passe by him.
¶Let my teares staunch the earths drie appetite,
¶O earth I will befriend thee more with raine,
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