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  • Title: Titus Andronicus (Quarto 1, 1594)

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    Author: William Shakespeare
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    Titus Andronicus (Quarto 1, 1594)

    of Titus Andronicus.
    And make a mutuall closure of our house,
    Speake Romans speake, and if you say wee Shall,
    2640Lo hand in hand Lucius and I will fall.
    Emillius. Come come thou reuerent man of Rome,
    And bring our Emperour gently in thy hand,
    Lucius our Emperour for well I know,
    The common voice doe cry it shall be so.
    2645Marcus. Lucius, all haile Romes royall Emperour.
    Goe goe into old Titus sorrowfull house,
    And hither hale that misbelieuing Moore,
    To be adiudge some dyrefull slaughtring death,
    As punishment for his most wicked life.
    2650Lucius all haile Romes gratious gouernour.
    Lucius. Thankes gentle Romanes may I gouerne so,
    To heale Romes harmes, and wipe away her woe,
    But gentle people giue me ayme a while,
    For nature puts me to a heauie taske,
    2655Stand all aloofe but vnckle draw you neare,
    To shed obsequious teares vpon this trunke,
    Oh take this warme kisse on thy pale cold lips,
    These sorrowfull drops vpon thy blood slaine face,
    The last true duties of thy noble sonne.
    2660Marcus. Teare for teare, and louing kisse for kisse,
    Thy brother Marcus tenders on thy lips,
    Oh were the summe of these that I should pay,
    Countlesse and infinite, yet would I pay them.
    Lucius. Come hither boy come, come and learne of vs
    2665To melt in showers, thy Grandsire lou'd thee well,
    Many a time hee daunst thee on his knee,
    Song thee asleepe his louing brest thy pillow,
    Many a storie hath he told to thee,
    And bid thee bare his prettie tales in minde,
    2670And talke of them when he was dead and gone.
    Marcus. How manie thousand times hath these poore(lips,
    When they were liuing warmd themselues on thine,
    Oh now sweete boy giue them their latest kisse,