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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. 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 330 Countless and infinite, yet would I pay them!
Luc. Come hither, boy ; come, come, and learn
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 ; Many a matter hath he told to thee, Meet, and agreeing with thine infancy; In that respect then, like a loving child, Shed yet some small drops from thy tender spring, Because kind nature doth require it so :
540 Friends should associate friends in grief and woe: Bid him farewel; commit him to the grave; Do him that kindness, and take leave of him. Boy. O grandsire, grandsire ! 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 Romans, with Aaron. Rom. You sad Andronici, have done with woes; Give sentence on this execrable wretch, That hath been breeder of these dire events. 550
Luc. Set him breast-deep in earth, and famish
There let him stand, and rave and cry for food :
hence, And give him burial in his father's grave My father, and Lavinia, shall forthwith Be closed in our houshold's monument. As for that heinous tyger, Tamora, 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; 573 And, being so, shall have like want of pity.
See justice done on Aaron, that damn'd Moor,
Printed for, and under the Direction of, John Bell, British Library, STRAND, Bookseller to His Royal Highness the PRINCE of WALES.
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