Titus Andronicus (Quarto 1, 1594)
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of Titus Andronicus.
¶Nor we disturbde with prodegies on earth.
¶Victorious Titus, rue the teares I shed,
¶And if thy sonnes were euer deare to thee,
130Oh thinke my sonne to be as deare to mee.
¶Sufficeth not that we are brought to Rome
¶To beautifie thy triumphs, and returne
¶Captiue to thee, and to thy Romaine yoake:
135For valiant dooings in their Countries cause?
¶O if to fight for king and common-weale,
¶VVere pietie in thine, it is in these:
¶Andronicus, staine not thy tombe with bloud.
¶VVilt thou draw neere the nature of the Gods?
140Draw neere them then in being mercifull,
¶Sweete mercie is Nobilities true badge,
¶These are their brethren, whom your Gothes beheld
145Aliue and dead, and for their brethren slaine,
150And with our swords vpon a pile of wood,
¶Lets hew his limbs till they be cleane consumde.
¶
_Exit Titus sonnes with Alarbus.
¶Tamora. O cruell irreligeous pietie.
¶To tremble vnder Titus threatning looke,
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