of Titus Andronicus.
912883The wor
se to her the better lou'd of mee.
913884Lauinia. Oh T
amora be calld a Gentle Queene,
915885And with thine owne hands kill me in this place,
916886For tis not life that I haue begd
so long,
917887Poore I was
slaine when
Bascianus dide.
918888Tamora. What beg
st thou then fond woman let me
(goe? 919889Lauinia. Tis pre
sent death I beg, and one thing more,
920890That woman-hood denies my tong to tell,
921891Oh keepe me from there wor
se than killing lu
st,
922892And tumble me into
some loth
some pit,
923893Where neuer mans eye may behold my bodie,
924894Doe this and be a charitable murderer.
925895Tamora. So
should I rob my
sweet
sonnes of their fee,
926896No let them
sati
sfiee their lu
st on thee.
927897Demetrius. Away for thou ha
st staide vs here too long.
929898Lauinia. No grace, no womanhood, ah bea
stly creature,
931899The blot and enemie to our generall name,
933901Chiron. Nay then Ile
stop your mouth, bring thou her
(husband, 935902This is the hole where
Aron bid vs hide him.
936903Tamora. Farewell my
sons,
see that you make her
sure,
937904Nere let my hart know merry cheare indeede,
938905Till all the
Andronicie be made away:
939906Now will I hence to
seeke my louely M
oore,
940907And let my
spleenfull
sonnes this Trull de
floure.
941908Enter Aron with two of Titus sonnes. 942909Come on my Lords the better foot before,
943910Straight will I bring you to the loth
some pit,
944911Where I e
spied the Panther fa
st a
sleepe.
945912Quintus. My
sight is verie dull what ere it bodes.
946913Mart. And mine I promi
se you, were it not for
shame,
947914Well could I leaue our
sport to
sleepe a while.
948915Quintus. What art thou fallen what
subtill hole is this,
950916Who
se mouth is couered with rude growing briers,
Vpon