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


of Titus Andronicus.
Lend me thy hand, and I will giue thee mine.
Moore. If that be calde deceit, I will be honest,
1335And neuer whilst I liue deceiue men so:
But Ile deceiue you in another sort,
And that youle say ere halfe an houre passe.

He cuts off Titus hand.

Enter Lucius and Marcus againe.

1340Titus. Now stay your strife, what shall be, is dispatcht.
Good Aron giue his Maiestie my hand,
Tell him it was a hand that warded him
From thousand dangers, bid him burie it,
More hath it merited, that let it haue:
1345As for my sonnes, say I account of them,
As iewels purchasde at an easie price,
And yet deare too, because I bought mine owne.
Aron. I goe Andronicus, and for thy hand,
Looke by and by to haue thy sonnes with thee.
1350Their heads I meane: Oh how this villanie,
Doth fat me with the verie thoughts of it.
Let fooles doe good, and faire men call for grace,
Aron will haue his soule blacke like his face.
Exit.
Titus. Oh here I lift this one hand vp to heauen,
1355And bow this feeble ruine to the earth,
If any power pitties wretched teares,
To that I call: what wouldst thou kneele with mee?
Doe then deare hart, for heauen shall heare our praiers,
Or with our sighs wele breath the welkin dimme,
1360And staine the sunne with fogge, as sometime clowds,
VVhen they doe hug him in their melting bosomes.
Marcus. Oh Brother speake with possibilitie,
And doe not breake into these deepe extreames.
Titus. Is not my sorrow deepe hauing no bottome?
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Then