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


The most Lamentable Tragedie
Then Madam stand resolud, but hope withall,
The selfe same Gods that armde the Queene of Troy
160VVith opportunitie of sharpe reuenge
Vpon the Thracian Tyrant in his Tent,
May fauour Tamora the Queene of Go thes,
(VVhen Gothes were Gothes, and Tamora was Queene,)
To quit the bloodie wrongs vpon her foes.

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Enter the sonnes of Andronicus againe.
Lucius. See Lord and father how we haue performd
Our Romane rights, Alarbus limbs are lopt,
And intrals feede the sacrifising fire,
VVhose smoke like incense doth perfume the skie,
170Remaineth nought but to interre our brethren,
And with lowd larums welcome them to Rome.
Titus. Let it be so, and let Andronicus,
Make this his latest farewell to their soules.
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Sound Trumpets, and lay the Coffin in the Tombe.
In peace and honour rest you here my sonnes,
Roomes readiest Champions, repose you here in rest,
Secure from worldly chaunces and mishaps:
Here lurks no treason, here no enuie swels,
180Here grow no damned drugges, here are no stormes,
No noyse, but silence and eternall sleepe,
In peace and honour rest you here my sonnes.
Enter Lauinia.
In peace and honour, liue Lord Titus long,
185My Noble Lord and father liue in fame:
Lo at this Tombe my tributarie teares,
I render for my brethrens obsequies:
And at thy feete I kneele, with teares of ioy
Shed on this earth, for thy returne to Rome,
190O blesse me here with thy victorious hand,
VVhose fortunes Roomes best Citizens applaud.
Titus. Kinde Rome that hast thus louingly reserude,
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