of Titus Andronicus.
25662427Tis true, tis true, witnes my kniues
sharpe point.
25682429Emperour. Die franticke wretch for this accur
sed deede,
25692430Lucius. Can the
sonnes eie behold his father bleede?
25702431Ther's meede for meede, death for a deadly deede.
25712432Marcus. You
sad facde men, people and
sons of Rome
25722433By vprores
seuerd as a
flight of fowle,
25732434Scatterd by winds and high tempe
stuous gu
sts,
25742435Oh let me teach you how to knit againe,
25752436This
scattered corne into one mutuall
shea
ffe,
25762437The
se broken limbs againe into one bodie.
25772438Romane Lord. Let Rome her
selfe bee bane vnto her
(selfe. 25782439And
shee whome mightie kingdomes cur
sie too,
25792440Like a forlorne and de
sperate ca
staway,
25802441Doe
shamefull execution on her
selfe.
25812442But if my fro
stie
signes and chappes of age,
25822443Graue witne
sses of true experience,
25832444Cannot induce you to attend my words,
25842445Speake Roomes deare friend as er
st our Ance
stor,
25852446when with his
solemne tongue he did di
scour
se
25862447To loue
sicke Didoes
sad attending eare,
25872448The
storie of that balefull burning night,
25882449When
subtile Greekes
surprizd King Priams Troy.
25892450Tell vs what Sinon hath bewicht our eares,
25902451Or who hath brought the fatall engine in
25912452That giues our Troy, our Rome the ciuill wound.
25922453My hart is not compa
ct of
flint nor
steele,
25932454Nor can I vtter all our bitter greefe,
25942455But
flouds of teares will drowne my Oratorie,
25952456And breake my vttrance euen in the time,
25962457When it
should moue yee to attend me mo
st,
25982459Her's Romes young Captaine let him tell the tale,
25992460While I
stand by and weepe to heare him
speake.
26002461Lucius. Then gratious auditorie be it knowne to you,
26012462That
Chiron and the damn'd
Demetrius,
K3 were