of Titus Andronicus.
11221081Which that
sweete tongue hath made,
11231082He would haue dropt his knife and fell a
sleepe,
11241083As
Cerberus at the Thracian Poets feete.
11251084Come let vs goe, and make thy father blind,
11261085For
such a
sight will blind a fathers eie.
11271086One houres
storme will drowne the fragrant meades,
11281087What wlll whole months of teares thy fathers eies?
11291088Doe not drawe backe, for we will mourne with thee,
11301089Oh could our mourning ea
se thy mi
serie.
11321091 Enter the Iudges and Senatours with Titus two sonnes 11331092bound, passing on the Stage to the place of execution, and Ti-
11351094Titus. Heare me graue Fathers, Noble Tribunes
stay,
11361095For pittie of mine age, who
se youth was
spent
11371096In dangerous warres, whil
st you
securelie
slept.
11381097For all my blood in Roomes great quarrell
shed,
11391098For all the fro
stie nights that I haue watcht,
11401099And for the
se bitter teares which now you
see,
11411100Filling the aged wrincles in my cheeks,
11421101Be pittifull to my condemned
sonnes,
11431102Who
se
soules is not corrupted as tis thought.
11441103For two and twentie
sonnes I neuer wept,
11451104Becau
se they died in honours loftie bed,
11461105Andronicus lieth downe, and the Iudges passe by him. 11471106For the
se, Tribunes, in the du
st I write
11481107My harts deepe languor, and my
soules
sad teares:
11491108Let my teares
staunch the earths drie appetite,
11501109My
sonnes
sweete blood will make it
shame and blu
sh:
11511110O earth I will befriend thee more with raine,
11521111That
shall di
still from the
se two auntient ruines,
11531112Than youthfull Aprill
shall with all his
showres.
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