13331286Lend me thy hand, and I will giue thee mine.

13341287Moore. If that be calde deceit, I will be honest,

13351288And neuer whilst I liue deceiue men so:

13361289But Ile deceiue you in another sort,

13371290And that youle say ere halfe an houre passe.

13401293Titus. Now stay your strife, what shall be, is dispatcht.

13411294Good Aron giue his Maiestie my hand,

13421295Tell him it was a hand that warded him

13431296From thousand dangers, bid him burie it,

13441297More hath it merited, that let it haue:

13451298As for my sonnes, say I account of them,

13461299As iewels purchasde at an easie price,

13471300And yet deare too, because 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 wouldst 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 bosomes.

13621315Marcus. Oh Brother speake with possibilitie,

13631316And doe not breake into these deepe extreames.

13641317Titus. Is not my sorrow deepe hauing no bottome?

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