The most Lamentable Tragedie
12231181Is torne from forth that prettie hollow cage,
12241182Where like a
sweete mellodious bird it
sung,
12251183Sweete varied notes inchaunting euerie eare.
12261184Lucius. Oh
say thou for her, who hath done this deed?
12281185Marcus. Oh thus I found her
straying in the Parke,
12291186Seeking to hide her
selfe, as doth the Deare
12301187That hath receaude
some vnrecuring wound.
12311188Titus. It was my Deare, and he that wounded her,
12331189Hath hurt me more than had he kild me dead:
12341190For now I
stand as one vpon a rocke,
12351191Inuirond with a wildernes of
sea,
12361192Who markes the waxing tide, grow waue by waue,
12381193Expe
cting euer when
some enuious
surge,
12391194Will in his brini
sh bowels
swallow him.
12401195This way to death my wretched
sonnes are gone,
12411196Here
stands my other
sonne a bani
sht man,
12421197And here my brother weeping at my woes:
12431198But that which giues my
soule the greate
st spurne
12441199Is deare
Lauinia, dearer than my
soule.
12451200Had I but
seene thy pi
cture in this plight,
12461201It would haue madded me: what
shall I doo,
12471202Now I behold thy liuelie bodie
so?
12481203Thou ha
st no hands to wipe away thy teares,
12491204Nor tongue to tell me who hath martred thee:
12501205Thy husband he is dead, and for his death
12511206Thy brothers are condemnde, and dead by this.
12521207Looke
Marcus, Ah
sonne L
ucius looke on her,
12531208When I did name her brothers, then fre
sh teares
12541209Stood on her cheeks, as doth the honie dew,
12551210Vpon a gathred Lillie almo
st withered.
12561211Marcus. Perchance
shee weepes becau
se they kild her
(husband, 12581212Perchance, becau
se
shee knowes them innocent.
12591213Titus. If they did kill thy husband then be ioyfull,
12601214Becau
se the Law hath tane reuenge on them.
12611215No, no, they would not doo
so fowle a deede,
Witnes