The most lamentable Tragedie
11541113In
summers drought, Ile drop vpon thee
still,
11551114In winter with warme teares Ile melt the
snow,
11561115And keepe eternall
springtime ou
thy face,
11571116So thou refu
se to drinke my deare
sonnes blood.
11581117Enter Lucius with his weapon drawne. 11591118Oh reuerent
Tribunes, Oh gentle aged men
11601119Vnbinde my
sonnes, reuer
se the doome of death,
11611120And let me
say, (that neuer wept before)
11621121My teares are now preuailing Oratours.
11631122Lucius. Oh Noble Father you lament in vaine,
11641123The
Tribunes heare you not, no man is by,
11651124And you recount your
sorrowes to a
stone.
11661125Titus. Ah
Lucius, for thy brothers let me plead,
11671126Graue T
ribunes, once more I intreat of you.
11681127Lucius. My gratious Lord, no T
ribune heares you
speak.
11691128Titus. Why tis no matter man, if they did heare
11701129They would not marke me, if they did marke,
11711130They would not pittie me, yet pleade I mu
st,
11721132Therefore I tell my
sorrowes to the
stones,
11731133who though they cannot an
swere my di
stre
sse,
11741134Yet in
some
sort they are better than the T
ribunes,
11751135For that they will not intercept my tale:
11761136when I doe weepe, they humblie at my feete
11771137Receiue my teares, and
seeme to weepe with me,
11781138And were they but attired in graue weeds,
11791139Rome could a
fford no T
ribunes like to the
se:
11801140A
stone is
soft as waxe, T
ribunes more hard than
stones:
11821141A
stone is
silent, and o
ffendeth not,
11831142And T
ribunes with their tongues doome men to death.
11841143But wherefore
stand
st thou with thy weapon drawne?
11851144Lucius To re
scue my two brothers from their death,
11861145For which attempt the Iudges haue pronounc
st,
11871146My euerla
sting doome of bani
shment.
11881147Titus. O happie man, they haue befriended thee:
why