Titus Andronicus (Quarto 1, 1594)
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Themost Lamentable Tragedie
¶My Lords you know the mightfull Gods,
2000Buz in the peoples eares, there nought hath past
¶Of old Andronicus. And what and if
¶Shall we be thus afflicted in his wreakes,
2005His fits, his frencie, and his bitternes?
¶See heres to Ioue, and this to Mercurie.
¶This to Apollo, this to the God of warre:
2010Whats this but libelling against the Senate,
¶And blazoning our vniustice euerie where,
¶A goodly humor is it not my Lords?
¶But if I liue his fained extasies
¶In Saturninus health, whome if he sleepe,
2020Tamora. My gratious Lord, my louely Saturnine,
¶Lord of my life, commander of my thoughts,
¶Calme thee and beare the faults of Titus age,
¶Hie witted Tamora to glose with all.
¶But Titus I haue touched thee to the quicke,
2030Thy life blood out: if Aron now be wise,
¶Then is all safe, the Anchor in the port.
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