of Titus Andronicus.
123122Nor we di
sturbde with prodegies on earth.
124123Titus. I giue him you the Noble
st that
suruiues,
125124The elde
st sonne of this di
stre
ssed Queene.
126125Tamora. Stay Romaine brethren, gratious Conque
-(rour, 127126Vi
ctorious
Titus, rue the teares I
shed,
128127A mothers teares in pa
ssion for her
sonne:
+
129128And if thy
sonnes were euer deare to thee,
130129Oh thinke my
sonne to be as deare to mee.
131130Su
fficeth not that we are brought to Rome
132131To beauti
fie thy triumphs, and returne
133132Captiue to thee, and to thy Romaine yoake:
134133But mu
st my
sonnes be
slaughtered in the
streets,
135134For valiant dooings in their Countries cau
se?
136135O if to
fight for king and common-weale,
137136Were pietie in thine, it is in the
se:
138137Andronicus,
staine not thy tombe with bloud.
139138Wilt thou draw neere the nature of the Gods?
140139Draw neere them then in being mercifull,
141140Sweete mercie is Nobilities true badge,
142141Thrice Noble
Titus,
spare my
fir
st borne
sonne.
143142Titus. Patient your
selfe Madam, and pardon me,
144143The
se are their brethren, whom your
Gothes beheld
145144Aliue and dead, and for their brethren
slaine,
146145Religiou
sly they aske a
sacri
fice:
147146To this your
sonne is markt, and die he mu
st,
148147T'appea
se their groning
shadowes that are gone.
149148Lucius. Away with him, and make a
fire
straight,
150149And with our
swords vpon a pile of wood,
151150Lets hew his limbs till they be cleane con
sumde.
152151 Exit Titus sonnes with Alarbus. 153152Tamora. O cruell irreligeous pietie.
154153Chiron. Was neuer Sythia halfe
so barbarous.
155154Demetrius. Oppo
se not Sythia to ambitious Rome,
156155Alarbus goes to re
st and we
suruiue,
157156To tremble vnder
Titus threatning looke,
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