11221081Which that sweete tongue hath made,

11231082He would haue dropt his knife and fell asleepe,

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 ease thy miserie.

11351094Titus. Heare me graue Fathers, Noble Tribunes stay,

11361095For pittie of mine age, whose youth was spent

11371096In dangerous warres, whilst you securelie slept.

11381097For all my blood in Roomes great quarrell shed,

11391098For all the frostie nights that I haue watcht,

11401099And for these bitter teares which now you see,

11411100Filling the aged wrincles in my cheeks,

11421101Be pittifull to my condemned sonnes,

11431102Whose soules is not corrupted as tis thought.

11441103For two and twentie sonnes I neuer wept,

11451104Because they died in honours loftie bed,

11471106For these, Tribunes, in the dust 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 blush:

11511110O earth I will befriend thee more with raine,

11521111That shall distill from these two auntient ruines,

11531112Than youthfull Aprill shall with all his showres.

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