The most Lamentable Tragedie
14331386Thou art an Exile, and thou mu
st not
stay,
14341387Hie to the
Gothes and rai
se an armie there,
14351388And if yee loue me as I thinke you doe,
14361389Lets ki
sse and part for we haue much to doe.
14381391Lucius. Farewell
Andronicus my Noble Father,
14391392The woeful
st man that euer liude in Rome:
14401393Farewell proud Rome till L
ucius come againe,
14411394He loues his pledges dearer than his life:
14421395Farewell L
auinia my Noble
sister,
14431396O would thou wert as thou tofore ha
st beene,
14441397But now nor L
ucius nor L
auinia liues,
14451398But in obliuion and hatefull greefes:
14461399If L
ucius liue, he will requite your wrongs,
14471400And make proud
Saturnine and his Empere
sse,
14481401Beg at the gates like T
arquin and his Queene.
14491402Now will I to the
Gothes and rai
se a powre,
14501403To bee reuengd on Rome and
Saturnine.
15411405Enter Lucius sonne and Lauinia running after him, and 15421406the Boy flies from her with his Bookes vn-
15441409Puer. Help Grand
sier helpe, my Aunt L
auinia,
15451410Followes me euerie where I know not why.
15461411Good Vnckle M
arcus see how
swift
shee comes,
15471412Alas
sweet Aunt I know not what you meane.
15481413Marcus. Stand by me L
ucius, doe not feare thine Aunt.
15491414Titus. She loues thee boy too well to doe thee harme.
15501415Puer. I when my Father was in Rome
she did.
15511416M. What meanes my Neece L
auinia by the
se
signes.
15521417Tit. Feare her not L
ucius,
somewhat doth
she meane,
See