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Author: William Shakespeare
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Titus Andronicus (Quarto 1, 1594)


The most Lamentable Tragedie
Is torne from forth that prettie hollow cage,
VVhere like a sweete mellodious bird it sung,
1225Sweete varied notes inchaunting euerie eare.
Lucius. Oh say thou for her, who hath done this deed?
Marcus. Oh thus I found her straying in the Parke,
Seeking to hide her selfe, as doth the Deare
1230That hath receaude some vnrecuring wound.
Titus. It was my Deare, and he that wounded her,
Hath hurt me more than had he kild me dead:
For now I stand as one vpon a rocke,
1235Inuirond with a wildernes of sea,
VVho markes the waxing tide, grow waue by waue,
Expecting euer when some enuious surge,
VVill in his brinish bowels swallow him.
1240This way to death my wretched sonnes are gone,
Here stands my other sonne a banisht man,
And here my brother weeping at my woes:
But that which giues my soule the greatest spurne
Is deare Lauinia, dearer than my soule.
1245Had I but seene thy picture in this plight,
It would haue madded me: what shall I doo,
Now I behold thy liuelie bodie so?
Thou hast no hands to wipe away thy teares,
Nor tongue to tell me who hath martred thee:
1250Thy husband he is dead, and for his death
Thy brothers are condemnde, and dead by this.
Looke Marcus, Ah sonne Lucius looke on her,
VVhen I did name her brothers, then fresh teares
Stood on her cheeks, as doth the honie dew,
1255Vpon a gathred Lillie almost withered.
Marcus. Perchance shee weepes because they kild her
Perchance, because shee knowes them innocent.
Titus. If they did kill thy husband then be ioyfull,
1260Because the Law hath tane reuenge on them.
No, no, they would not doo so fowle a deede,
VVitnes