Titus

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But who comes with
our brother Marcus here?

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Titus, prepare thy aged eyes to weep,

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or if not so,
thy noble heart to break.

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I bring consuming sorrow
to thine age.

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Will it consume me?

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Let me see it, then.

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This...was thy daughter.

:05:30

Why, Marcus, so she is.

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This object kills me.

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Fainthearted boy,
arise and look upon her.

:05:42

Speak, Lavinia.

:05:45

What accursed hand
hath made thee handless

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in thy father's sight?

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What fool hath added water to the sea

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or brought a torch
to bright-burning Troy?

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My grief was at the height
before thou camest,

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and now like Nilus,
it disdaineth bounds.

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Give me a sword.

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I'll chop off my hands, too,

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for they have fought for Rome,
and all in vain.

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I n bootless prayer
have they been held up,

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and they have served me
to effectless use.

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Now all the service
I require of them

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is that the one will help
to cut the other.

:06:25

Speak, gentle Sister.
Who hath martyred thee?

:06:29

Oh, that delightful engine
of her thoughts

:06:32

is torn from forth
that pretty, hollow cage.

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Aaaahhh!

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Say thou for her.
Who hath done this deed?

:06:41

Oh, thus I found her
straying in the park,

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seeking to hide herself
as doth the deer

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that hath received
some unrecuring wound.

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It was my deer,

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and he that wounded her
hath hurt me more

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than had he killed me dead.

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For now I stand as one upon a rock,

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environed with a wilderness of sea.