Titus Andronicus (Quarto 1, 1594)
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of Titus Andronicus.
¶Tis true, tis true, witnes my kniues sharpe point.
¶
He stabs the Empresse.
2570Ther's meede for meede, death for a deadly deede.
¶By vprores seuerd as a flight of fowle,
¶Oh let me teach you how to knit againe,
¶These broken limbs againe into one bodie.
¶Cannot induce you to attend my words,
¶The storie of that balefull burning night,
¶Tell vs what Sinon hath bewicht our eares,
2590Or who hath brought the fatall engine in
¶That giues our Troy, our Rome the ciuill wound.
¶My hart is not compact of flint nor steele,
¶Nor can I vtter all our bitter greefe,
¶But flouds of teares will drowne my Oratorie,
2595And breake my vttrance euen in the time,
¶And force you to commiseration,
¶Her's Romes young Captaine let him tell the tale,
2600Lucius. Then gratious auditorie be it knowne to you,
¶That Chiron and the damn'd Demetrius,
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