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But soft, methinks I do digrefs too much,
Citing my worthlefs Praife: 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 witnefs this is true.
Now judge what cause had Titus to revenge
Thefe wrongs, unfpeakable, pak Patience,
Or more than any living Man could bear.
Now you have heard the truth, what say you Romans
Have we done ought amifs? fhew us wherein,
And from the place where you behold us now,
The poor remainder of Andronicus,

Will Hand in Hand all headlong caft us down,
And on the ragged Stones beat out our Brains,
And make a mutual clofure of our Houfe:
Speak, Romans, fpeak, and if you fay we fhall,
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 fo.

Mar. Lucius, all hail, Rome's Royal Emperor;

Go, go into old Titus's forrowful House,
And hither hale that misbelieving Moor,
To be adjudg'd fome direful flaughtering Death,
As punishment for his moft wicked Life.
Lucius all hail! Rome's gracious Governor.

Luc. Thanks, gentle Romans, may I Govern fo,
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 fhed obfequious Tears upon this Trunk:
Oh take this warm Kifs on thy pale cold Lips,
These forrowful drops upon thy Blood-stain❜d Face;
The laft 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 fum of these that I should pay,
Countless and infinite, yet would I pay them.

Luc. Come hither Boy, come, come, 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 afleep, his loving Breaft thy Pillow:
Many a matter hath he told to thee,
Meet and agreeing with thy Infancy.
In that refpect then, like a loving Child,

Shed yet fome small drops from thy tender Spring,
Because kind Nature doth require it fo;

Friends fhould affociate 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 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:
Ten thoufand worfe 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 hence,
And give him burial in his Father's Grave.
My Father, and Lavinia, fhall forthwith
Be closed in our Houfholds Monument:
As for that hainous Tygrefs Tamora,

Νο

No funeral Rites, nor Man in mournful Weeds,
No mournful Bell fhall ring her Burial;
But throw her forth to Beafts and Birds of Prey:
Her Life was Beast-like, and devoid of Pity,
And being fo, fhall have like want of Pity.
See Juftice 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.

[Exeunt omnes.

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No funeral Rites, nor Man in mournful Weeds,
No mournful Bell fhall ring her, Burial;
But throw her forth to Beafts and Birds of Prey:
Her Life was Beast-like, and devoid of Pity,
And being fo, fhall have like want of Pity.
See Juftice 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.

[Exeunt omnes.

The End of the Fourth Volume.

67 116 A A 30
A 30 4.

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