16221486That we may know the traytors and the truth,

16251489Oh doe yee read my Lord what she hath writ,

16261490Stuprum, Chiron, Dmetrius.

16271491Marcus. What, what, the lustfull sonnes of Tamora,

16281492Performers of this haynous bloody deede.

16291493Titus. Magni Dominator poli,

16301494Tam lentus audis scelera, tam lentus vides?

16311495Marcus. Oh calme thee gentle Lord, although I know

16321496There is enough written vpon this earth,

16331497To stir a mutinie in the mildest thoughts,

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16341498And arme the mindes of infants to exclaimes,

16351499My Lord kneele downe with me, Lauinia kneele,

16361500And kneele sweet boy, the Romaine Hectors h op

16371501And sweare with me as with the wofull feere,

16381502And father of that chast dishonoured Dame,

16391503Lord Iunius Brutus sweare for Lucrece rape,

16401504That we will prosecute by good aduice

16411505Mortall reuenge vpon these Traiterous Gothes,

16421506And see their blood or die with this reproch.

16431507Titus. Tis sure enough, and you knew how,

16441508But if you hunt these Beare whelpes then beware,

16451509The Dam will wake and if she winde yee once,

16461510Shee's with the Lion deepely still in league,

16471511And luls him whilst shee plaieth on her backe.

16481512And when he sleepes, will shee doe what she list.

16491513You are a young huntsman Marcus, let alone,

16501514And come I will goe get a leafe of brasse,

16511515And with a gad of steele will write these words,

16521516And lay it by: the angry northen wind

16531517Will blow these sands like Sibels leaues abroad,

16541518And wheres our lesson then, boy what say you?

16551519Puer. I say my Lord that if I were a man,

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