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  • Title: Titus Andronicus (Quarto 1, 1594)

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

    The most Lamentable Tragedie
    VVhose wisdome hath her Fortune conquered,
    There shall wee consummate our spousall rites.
    Exeunt Omnes.
    Titus. I am not bid to wait vpon this bride,
    Titus when wert thou wont to walke alone,
    Dishonoured thus and challenged of wrongs.
    Enter Marcus and Titus sonnes.
    380Marcus. O Titus see: O see what thou hast done
    In a bad quarrell slaine a vertuous sonne.
    Titus. No foolish Tribune, no: No sonne of mine,
    Nor thou, nor these, confederates in the deede,
    That hath dishonoured all our Familie,
    385Vnworthy brother, and vnworthy sonnes.
    Lucius. But let vs giue him buriall as becomes,
    Giue Mucius buriall with our bretheren.
    Titus. Traitors away, he rests not in this toombe:
    This monument fiue hundreth yeares hath stood,
    390VVhich I haue sumptuouslie reedified:
    Here none but souldiers and Romes seruitors
    Repose in fame: None basely slaine in braules.
    Burie him where you can he comes not here.
    Marcus. My Lord this is impietie in you,
    395My Nephew Mutius deedes doo plead for him,
    He must be buried with his brethren.
    Titus two sonnes speakes.
    And shall or him wee will accompanie.
    Titus. And shall. what villaine was it spake that word?
    Titus sonne speakes.
    He that would vouch it in any place but here.
    Titus. VVhat would you burie him in my despight?
    Marcus. No Noble Titus, but intreat of thee.
    To pardon Mutius and to bury him.
    405Titus. Marcus: Euen thou hast stroke vpon my Crest.
    And with these boyes mine honour thou hast wounded,
    My foes I doe repute you euerie one,