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Or shall we cut away our hands,
like thine?
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Or shall we bite our tongues
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and in dumb shows pass the remainder
:08:11
of our hateful days?
:08:12
What shall we do?
:08:17
Let us that have our tongues
:08:19
plot some device
of further misery
:08:21
to make us wondered at
in time to come.
:09:13
Titus Andronicus,
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my lord the emperor
sends thee this word--
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that if thou love thy sons,
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let Marcus, Lucius,
or thyself, old Titus,
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or any one of you
chop off your hand
:09:23
and send it to the king.
:09:25
He for the same will send thee hither
both thy sons alive,
:09:29
and that shall be
the ransom for their fault.
:09:31
O gracious Emperor!
O gentle Aaron!
:09:32
Did ever raven sing so like a lark?
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With all my heart,
I'll send His Majesty my hand.
:09:37
Good Aaron,
wilt thou help to chop it off?
:09:42
Stay, Father!
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For that noble hand of thine
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that hath thrown down
so many enemies
:09:48
shall not be sent.
:09:49
My hand will serve the turn.
:09:50
My youth can better spare
my blood than you.
:09:52
Which of your hands
hath not defended Rome
:09:53
and reared aloft
the bloody battle-ax?
:09:55
My hand hath been but idle.
:09:56
Let it serve to ransom
my two nephews from their death!
:09:59
Nay, come, agree to whose hand
shall go along,