Titus Andronicus (Quarto 1, 1594)
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The most Lamentable Tragedie
¶Then into limits could I binde my woes:
¶VVhen heauen doth weepe, doth not the earth oreflow?
1370If the winds rage, doth not the sea waxe mad,
¶Threatning the welkin with his bigswolne face?
¶And wilt thou haue a reason for this coile?
¶Shee is the weeping welkin, I the earth:
¶Then must my earth with her continuall teares,
¶Become a deluge: ouerflowed and drownd:
¶For why, my bowels cannot hide her woes,
¶But like a drunkard must I vomit them.
1380Then giue me leaue, for loosers will haue leaue,
¶
Enter a messenger with two heads and a hand.
¶Messenger. VVorthy Andronicus, ill art thou repaid,
1385Here are the heads of thy two Noble sonnes,
¶That woe is me to thinke vpon thy woes,
¶More than remembrance of my fathers death.
1390Marcus. Now let hote Ætna coole in Cycilie,
¶And be my hart an euerburning hell:
¶But sorrow flowted at, is double death.
¶That euer death should let life beare his name,
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