Titus Andronicus (Quarto 1, 1594)
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The most Lamentable Tragedie
¶Or any one of you, chop off your hand
¶Titus. Oh gratious Emperour, Oh gentle Aron,
1305VVith all my hart, Ile send the Emperour my hand,
¶Good Aron wilt thou helpe to chop it off?
¶Lucius. Stay father, for that Noble hand of thine,
¶That hath throwne downe so many enemies,
1310My youth can better spare my bloud than you,
¶Marcus. which of your hands hath not defended Rome,
¶And reard aloft the bloudie Battleaxe,
1315Oh none of both, but are of high desert:
¶My hand hath beene but idle, let it serue
¶To raunsome my two Nephews from their death,
¶Then haue I kept it to a worthie ende.
1320For feare they die before their pardon come.
¶Are meete for plucking vp, and therefore mine.
¶Let me redeeme my brothers both from death.
¶Now let me show a brothers loue to thee.
1330Lucius. Then Ile goe fetch an Axe.
¶Titus. Come hither Aron, Ile deceiue them both,
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