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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
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and send it to the king.
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He for the same will send thee hither
both thy sons alive,
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and that shall be
the ransom for their fault.
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O gracious Emperor!
O gentle Aaron!
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Did ever raven sing so like a lark?
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With all my heart,
I'll send His Majesty my hand.
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Good Aaron,
wilt thou help to chop it off?
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Stay, Father!
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For that noble hand of thine
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that hath thrown down
so many enemies
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shall not be sent.
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My hand will serve the turn.
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My youth can better spare
my blood than you.
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Which of your hands
hath not defended Rome
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and reared aloft
the bloody battle-ax?
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My hand hath been but idle.
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Let it serve to ransom
my two nephews from their death!
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Nay, come, agree to whose hand
shall go along,
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for fear they die
before their pardon come.
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My hand shall go!
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By heaven, it shall not go.
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Now let me show
a brother's love to thee.
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Agree between you.
I will spare my hand.
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Then I'll go fetch an ax.
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But I will use the ax.
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Come hither, Aaron.
I'll deceive them both.
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Lend me thy hand,
and I will give thee mine.
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If that be called deceit,
I will be honest.