of Titus Andronicus.
13981351Where life hath no more intere
st but to breath.
13991352Marcus. Alas poore hart, that ki
sse is comfortle
sse,
14001353As frozen water to a
starued
snake.
14011354Titus. When will this fearefull
slumber haue an end?
14021355Mar. Now farewell
flattrie, die
Andronicus,
14031356Thou do
st not
slumber,
see thy two
sonnes heads,
14041357Thy warlike hand, thy mangled Daughter heere:
14051358Thy other bani
sht
sonne with this deere
sight,
14061359Strucke pale and bloodle
sse, and thy brother I,
14071360Euen like a
stony image cold and numme.
14081361Ah now no more will I controwle thy greefes,
14091362Rent o
ff thy
siluer haire, thy other hand,
14101363Gnawing with thy teeth, and be this di
small
sight
14111364The clo
sing vp of our mo
st wretched eies:
14121365Now is a time to
storme, why art thou
still?
14141367M. Why do
st thou laugh? It
fits not with this houre.
14151368Titus. Why I haue not another teare to
shed;
14161369Be
sides this
sorrow is an enemie,
14171370And would v
surpe vpon my watrie eies,
14181371And make them blinde with tributarie teares.
14191372Then which way
shall I
find Reuenges Caue,
14201373For the
se two heads doe
seeme to
speake to mee
14211374And threat me, I
shall neuer come to bli
sse,
14221375Till all the
se mi
schiefes be returnd againe,
14231376Euen in their throats that hath commited them.
14241377Come let me
see what taske I haue to doe,
14251378You heauie people cirkle me about.
14261379That I may turne mee to each one of you,
14271380And
sweare vnto my
soule to right your wrongs,
14281381The vow is made. Come brother take a head,
14291382And in this hand the other will I beare,
14301383And L
auinia thou
shalt be imployde in the
se Armes,
14311384Beare thou my hand
sweet wench betweene thy teeth:
14321385As for thee boy, goe get thee from my
sight,
F3 Thou