of Titus Andronicus.
13331286Lend me thy hand, and I will giue thee mine.
13341287Moore. If that be calde deceit, I will be hone
st,
13351288And neuer whil
st I liue deceiue men
so:
13361289But Ile deceiue you in another
sort,
13371290And that youle
say ere halfe an houre pa
sse.
13401293Titus. Now
stay your
strife, what
shall be, is di
spatcht.
13411294Good
Aron giue his Maie
stie my hand,
13421295Tell him it was a hand that warded him
13431296From thou
sand dangers, bid him burie it,
13441297More hath it merited, that let it haue:
13451298As for my
sonnes,
say I account of them
, 13461299As iewels purcha
sde at an ea
sie price,
13471300And yet deare too, becau
se I bought mine owne.
13481301Aron. I goe
Andronicus, and for thy hand,
13491302Looke by and by to haue thy
sonnes with thee.
13501303Their heads I meane: Oh how this villanie,
13511304Doth fat me with the verie thoughts of it.
13521305Let fooles doe good, and faire men call for grace,
13531306Aron will haue his
soule blacke like his face.
Exit. 13541307Titus. Oh here I lift this one hand vp to heauen,
13551308And bow this feeble ruine to the earth,
13561309If any power pitties wretched teares,
13571310To that I call: what would
st thou kneele with mee?
13581311Doe then deare hart, for heauen
shall heare our praiers,
13591312Or with our
sighs wele breath the welkin dimme,
13601313And
staine the
sunne with fogge, as
sometime clowds,
13611314When they doe hug him in their melting bo
somes.
13621315Marcus. Oh Brother
speake with po
ssibilitie,
13631316And doe not breake into the
se deepe extreames.
13641317Titus. Is not my
sorrow deepe hauing no bottome?
F2 Then