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TITUS ANDRONICUS: No noise, but silence and eternal sleep:In peace and honour rest you here, my sons! ENTER LAVINIA |
In peace and honour live Lord Titus long;My noble lord and father, live in fame!Lo, at this tomb my tributary tearsI render, for my brethren's obsequies;And at thy feet I kneel, with tears of joy,Shed on the earth, for thy return to Rome:O, bless me here with thy victorious hand,Whose fortunes Rome's best citizens applaud! |
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SATURNINUS: A goodly lady, trust me; of the hueThat I would choose, were I to choose anew.Clear up, fair queen, that cloudy countenance:Though chance of war hath wrought this change of cheer,Thou comest not to be made a scorn in Rome:Princely shall be thy usage every way.Rest on my word, and let not discontentDaunt all your hopes: madam, he comforts youCan make you greater than the Queen of Goths.Lavinia, you are not displeased with this? |
Not I, my lord; sith true nobilityWarrants these words in princely courtesy. |
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BASSIANUS: Lavinia, how say you? |
I say, no;I have been broad awake two hours and more. |
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TAMORA: Saucy controller of our private steps!Had I the power that some say Dian had,Thy temples should be planted presentlyWith horns, as was Actaeon's; and the houndsShould drive upon thy new-transformed limbs,Unmannerly intruder as thou art! |
Under your patience, gentle empress,'Tis thought you have a goodly gift in horning;And to be doubted that your Moor and youAre singled forth to try experiments:Jove shield your husband from his hounds to-day!'Tis pity they should take him for a stag. |
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BASSIANUS: Believe me, queen, your swarth CimmerianDoth make your honour of his body's hue,Spotted, detested, and abominable.Why are you sequester'd from all your train,Dismounted from your snow-white goodly steed.And wander'd hither to an obscure plot,Accompanied but with a barbarous Moor,If foul desire had not conducted you? |
And, being intercepted in your sport,Great reason that my noble lord be ratedFor sauciness. I pray you, let us hence,And let her joy her raven-colour'd love;This valley fits the purpose passing well. |
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BASSIANUS: The king my brother shall have note of this. |
Ay, for these slips have made him noted long:Good king, to be so mightily abused! |
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DEMETRIUS: This is a witness that I am thy son.Stabs BASSIANUS CHIRON: And this for me, struck home to show my strength. Also stabs BASSIANUS, who dies |
Ay, come, Semiramis, nay, barbarous Tamora,For no name fits thy nature but thy own! |
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CHIRON: I warrant you, madam, we wil l make that sure.Come, mistress, now perforce we will enjoyThat nice-preserved honesty of yours. |
O Tamora! thou bear'st a woman's face,-- |
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TAMORA: I will not hear her speak; away with her! |
Sweet lords, entreat her hear me but a word. |
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DEMETRIUS: Listen, fair madam: let it be your gloryTo see her tears; but be your heart to themAs unrelenting flint to drops of rain. |
When did the tiger's young ones teach the dam?O, do not learn her wrath; she taught it thee;The milk thou suck'dst from her did turn to marble;Even at thy teat thou hadst thy tyranny.Yet every mother breeds not sons alike: To CHIRON Do thou entreat her show a woman pity. |
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CHIRON: What, wouldst thou have me prove myself a bastard? |
'Tis true; the raven doth not hatch a lark:Yet have I heard,--O, could I find it now!--The lion moved with pity did endureTo have his princely paws pared all away:Some say that ravens foster forlorn children,The whilst their own birds famish in their nests:O, be to me, though thy hard heart say no,Nothing so kind, but something pitiful! |
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TAMORA: I know not what it means; away with her! |
O, let me teach thee! for my father's sake,That gave thee life, when well he might haveslain thee,Be not obdurate, open thy deaf ears. |
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TAMORA: Hadst thou in person ne'er offended me,Even for his sake am I pitiless.Remember, boys, I pour'd forth tears in vain,To save your brother from the sacrifice;But fierce Andronicus would not relent;Therefore, away with her, and use her as you will,The worse to her, the better loved of me. |
O Tamora, be call'd a gentle queen,And with thine own hands kill me in this place!For 'tis not life that I have begg'd so long;Poor I was slain when Bassianus died. |
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TAMORA: What begg'st thou, then? fond woman, let me go. |
'Tis present death I beg; and one thing moreThat womanhood denies my tongue to tell:O, keep me from their worse than killing lust,And tumble me into some loathsome pit,Where never man's eye may behold my body:Do this, and be a charitable murderer. |
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DEMETRIUS: Away! for thou hast stay'd us here too long. |
No grace? no womanhood? Ah, beastly creature!The blot and enemy to our general name!Confusion fall-- |
