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But soft, methinks I do digress too much,
Citing my worthless Praise: Oh Pardon me,
For when no Friends are by, Men praise themselves.

Mar. Now is my Tongue to speak: behold this Child,
Of this was Tamora delivered,
The issue of an irreligious Moor,
Chief Archite& and plotter of these woes;
The Villain is alive in Titus House,
And as he is, to witness this is true.
Now judge what cause had Titus to revenge
These wrongs, unspeakable, par Patience,
Or more than any living Man could bear.
Now you have heard the truth, what say you Romans
Have we done ought amiss? Thew us wherein,
And from the place where you behold us now,
The poor remainder of Andronicus,
Will Hand in Hand all headlong cast us down,
And on the ragged Stones beat out our Brains,
And make a mutual closure of our House:
Speak, Romans, speak, and if you say we shall,
Lo Hand in Hand, Lucius and I will fall.

Am, Come, come, thou Reverend Man of Rome,
And bring our Emperor gently in thy Hand,
Lucius our Emperor : For well I know,
The common Voice do cry it shall be so.

Mar. Lucius, all hail, Rame's Royal Emperor ;
Go, go into old Titus's-sorrowful House,
And hither hale that misbelieving Moor,
To be adjudg’d some direful flaughtering Death,
As punishment for his most wicked Life.
Lucius all hail! Rome's gracious Governor.

Luc. Thanks, gentle Romans, may I Govern so,
To heal Rome's harm, and drive 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 :
Oh take this warm Kiss on thy pale cold Lips,
These sorrowful drops upon thy Blood-stain'd Face;
The last true Duties of thy Noble Son.

Mar,

Mar. Ay, Tear for Tear, and loving Kiss for Kiss,
Thy Brother Marcus tenders on thy Lips:
O were the sum of these that I should pay,
Countless and infinite, yet would I pay them.

Luc. Come hither Boy, come, conie, and learn of us
To melt in Showers, thy Grand-fire lov’d thee well;
Many a time he danc'd thee on his Knee;
Sung thee asleep, his loving Breast thy Pillow:
Many a matter hath he told to thee,
Meet and agreeing with thy Infancy,
In that refpe& then, like a loving Child,
Shed yet some small drops from thy tender Spring,
Because kind Nature doth require it so;
Friends should associate Friends, in Grief and Woe:
Bid him farewell, commit him to the Grave,
Do him that kindness, and take leave of him.

Boy. O Grand-fire, Grand.fire! even with all my Heart,
Would I were dead, so you did live again-
O Lord, I cannot speak to him for weeping-
My tears will choak me, if I ope my Mouth.

Enter Romads with Aaron.
Rom. You fad 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 bim stand, and rave and cry for Food :
If any one relieves or pities him,
For the Offence he dies: This is our Doom
Some stay to see him fastned in the Earth.

Aar. O why should Wrath be mure, and Fury dumb?
I am no Baby, I, that with base Prayers
I should repent the evil I have done :
Ten thousand worse than ever yet I did,
Would I perform, if I might have my Will:
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 henco,
And give him burial in his Father's Grave.
My Father, and Lavinia, shall forthwith
Be closed in our Housholds Monument:
As for that hainous Tygress Tamora,

No

No funeral Rites, nor Man in mournful Weeds,
No mournful Bell shall ring her; Burial;
But throw her forth to Beasts and Birds of Prey:
Her Life was Beast-like, and devoid of Pity,
And being so, shall have like want of Pity.
See Justice done on Aaron that damn'd Moor,
From whom our heavy haps had their beginning;
Then afterwards, to order well the State,
That like Events may ne'er it ruinate.

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No funeral Rites, nor Man in mournful Weeds,
No mournful Bell shall ring her, Burial;
But throw her forth to Beasts and Birds of Prey:
Her Life was Beast-like, and devoid of Pity,
And being so, shall have like want of Pity.
See Justice done on Aaron that damn'd Moor,
From whom our heavy haps had their beginning;
Then afterwards, to order well the State,
That like Events may ne'er it ruinate.

[Excunt omness

The End of the Fourth Volume.

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