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Sheathing the steel in my advent'rous body.
[Pointing to the child in the arms of an Attendant. Of this was Tamora delivered;
The issue of an irreligious Moor,
Chief architect and plotter of these woes;
Damn'd as he is, to witness this is true.
Have we done aught amiss? Show us wherein,
Will, hand in hand, all headlong cast us down,
Emil. Come, come, thou reverend man of
And bring our emperor gently in thy hand,
Lucius our emperor; for, well I know,
The common voice do cry, it shall be so. Rom. [Several speak.] Lucius, all hail; Rome's royal emperor!
Lucius, &c. descend.
Mar. Go, go into old Titus' sorrowful house; [To an Attendant. And hither hale that misbelieving Moor, To be adjudg'd some direful slaughtering death, As punishment for his most wicked life.
Rom. [Several speak.] Lucius, all hail; Rome's gracious governor!
Luc. Thanks, gentle Romans; May I govern so, To heal Rome's harms, and wipe away her woe! But, gentle people, give me aim a-while,— For nature puts me to a heavy task;Stand all aloof;-but, uncle, draw you near, To shed obsequious tears upon this trunk:O, take this warm kiss on thy pale cold lips, [Kisses Titus. These sorrowful drops upon thy blood-stain'd face, The last true duties of thy noble son!
Mar. Tear for tear, and loving kiss for kiss,
Luc. Come hither, boy; come, come, and learn of us
To melt in showers: Thy grandsire lov'd thee well: Many a time he danc'd thee on his knee,
Sung thee asleep, his loving breast thy pillow;
Friends should associate friends in grief and woe:
'Would I were dead, so you did live again!— O lord, I cannot speak to him for weeping; My tears will choke me, if I ope my mouth.
Enter Attendants, with Aaron.
. 1 Rom. You sad Andronici, have done with woes; Give sentence on this execrable wretch, That hath been breeder of these dire events.
Luc. Set him breast-deep in earth, and famish him;
There let him stand, and rave and cry for food:
For the offence he dies. This is our doom:
Aar. O, why should wrath be mute, and fury dumb?
I am no baby, I, that, with base prayers,
If one good deed in all my life I did,
I do repent it from my very soul.
Luc. Some loving friends convey the emperor
And give him burial in his father's grave:
No funeral rite, nor man in mournful weeds,