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 herselfe, 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,

12381193Expecting euer when some enuious surge,

12391194Will in his brinish bowels swallow him.

12401195This way to death my wretched sonnes are gone,

12411196Here stands my other sonne a banisht man,

12421197And here my brother weeping at my woes:

12431198But that which giues my soule the greatest spurne

12441199Is deare Lauinia, dearer than my soule.

12451200Had I but seene thy picture in this plight,

12461201It would haue madded me: what shall I doo,

12471202Now I behold thy liuelie bodie so?

12481203Thou hast 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 Lucius looke on her,

12531208When I did name her brothers, then fresh teares

12541209Stood on her cheeks, as doth the honie dew,

12551210Vpon a gathred Lillie almost withered.

12561211Marcus. Perchance shee weepes because they kild her(husband,

12581212Perchance, because shee knowes them innocent.

12591213Titus. If they did kill thy husband then be ioyfull,

12601214Because the Law hath tane reuenge on them.

12611215No, no, they would not doo so fowle a deede,