The most Lamentable Tragedie
13651318Then be my pa
ssions bottomle
sse with them.
13661319Marcus. But yet let rea
son gouerne thy lament.
13671320Titus. If there were rea
son for the
se mi
series,
13681321Then into limits could I binde my woes:
13691322When heauen doth weepe, doth not the earth ore
flow?
13701323If the winds rage, doth not the
sea waxe mad,
13711324Threatning the welkin with his big
swolne face?
13721325And wilt thou haue a rea
son for this coile?
13731326I am the
sea. Harke how her
sighs doth
flow:
13741327Shee is the weeping welkin, I the earth:
13751328Then mu
st my
sea be mooued with her
sighs,
13761329Then mu
st my earth with her continuall teares,
13771330Become a deluge: ouer
flowed and drownd:
13781331For why, my bowels cannot hide her woes,
13791332But like a drunkard mu
st I vomit them.
13801333Then giue me leaue, for loo
sers will haue leaue,
13811334To ea
se their
stomacks with their bitter tongues.
13821335Enter a messenger with two heads and a hand.
13831336Messenger. Worthy
Andronicus, ill art thou repaid,
13841337For that good hand thou
sent
st the Emperour:
13851338Here are the heads of thy two Noble
sonnes,
13861339And heres thy hand in
scorne to thee
sent backe:
13871340Thy griefe, their
sports: Thy re
solution mockt:
13881341That woe is me to thinke vpon thy woes,
13891342More than remembrance of my fathers death.
13901343Marcus. Now let hote
AEtna coole in Cycilie,
13911344And be my hart an euerburning hell:
13921345The
se mi
series are more than may be borne.
13931346To weepe with them that weepe doth ea
se
some deale,
13941347But
sorrow
flowted at, is double death.
13951348Lucius. Ah that this
sight
should make
so deepe a wound
13961349And yet dete
sted life not
shrinke thereat:
13971350That euer death
should let life beare his name,
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