But soft, methinks I do digrefs too much, The Issue of an irreligious Moor, Chief Archite& and plotter of these woes; Will Hand in Hand all headlong caft us down, Am. Come, come, thou Reverend Man of Rome, Mar. Lucius, all hail, Rome's Royal Emperor; Go, go into old Titus's forrowful House, Luc. Thanks, gentle Romans, may I Govern fo, Mar. Mar. Ay, Tear for Tear, and loving Kiss for Kiss, Luc. Come hither Boy, come, come, and learn of us Shed yet fome small drops from thy tender Spring, Friends fhould affociate Friends, in Grief and Woe: 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 fpeak to him for weeping. My tears will choak me, if I ope my Mouth. Enter Romans with Aaron. Rom. You fad Andronici, have done with Woes, Give Sentence on this execrable Wretch, That hath been Breeder of thefe dire Events. Luc. Set him Breaft-deep in Earth, and famifh him; There let him ftand, 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 faftned in the Earth. Aar. O why fhould Wrath be mute, and Fury dumb? I am no Baby, I, that with bafe Prayers I should repent the evil I have done: I do repent it from my very Soul. Luc. Some loving Friends convey the Emperor hence, Νο No funeral Rites, nor Man in mournful Weeds, [Exeunt omnes. The End of the Fourth Volume. 67 116 A A 30 4 No funeral Rites, nor Man in mournful Weeds, [Exeunt omnes. The End of the Fourth Volume. 67 116 A A 30 |