of Titus Andronicus.
15531418See L
ucius see, how much
she makes of thee:
15541419Some whither would
she haue thee goe with her.
15551420A boy,
Cornelia neuer with more care,
15561421Red to her
sonnes than
she hath red to thee,
15571422Sweet Poetrie and Tullies Oratour:
15581423Can
st thou not ge
sse wherefore
she plies thee thus.
15591424Puer. My Lord I know not I, nor can I ge
sse,
15601425Vnle
sse
some
fit or frenzie do po
sse
sse her:
15611426For I haue heard my Grand
sier
say full oft,
15621427Extremitie of greeues would make men mad.
15631428And I haue red that
Hecuba of Troy,
15641429Ran mad for
sorrow, that made me to feare,
15651430Although my Lord I know my Noble Aunt,
15661431Loues me as deare as ere my Mother did,
15671432And would not but in furie fright my youth,
15681433Which made me downe to throwe my bookes and
flie
15691434Cau
seles perhaps, but pardon me
sweet Aunt,
15701435And Maddam if my Vnckle M
arcus goe,
15711436I will mo
st willinglie attend your Lady
ship.
15731438Titus. How now
Lauinia,
Marcus what meanes this?
15741439Some booke there is that
she de
sires to
see:
15751440Which is it gyrle of the
se, open them boy,
15761441But thou art deeper read and better skild,
15771442Come and take choi
se of all my Lybrarie,
15781443And
so beguile thy
sorrow, till the heauens
15791444Reueale the damn'd contriuer of this deede.
15811445Why lifts
she vp her Armes in
sequence thus?
15821446M. I thinke
she meanes that there were more than one
15831447Confederate in the fa
ct, I more there was
: 15841448Or el
se to heauen,
she heaues them for reuenge.
15851449Titus. L
ucius what booke is that
shee to
sseth
so.
15861450Puer. Grand
sier tis Ouids Metamorpho
sis,
15881452Marcus. For loue of her thats gone,
Perhaps