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The Lamentable and Tragical History of Titus Adronicus c	A
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You noble minds and famous martiall wights	B
That in defence of native country fights	B
Give eare to me that ten yeeres fought for Rome	C
Yet reapt disgrace at my returning home	C
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In Rome I lived in fame fulle threescore yeeres	B
My name beloved was of all my peeres	B
Full five and twenty valiant soones I had	D
Whose forwarde vertues made their father glad	D
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For when Romes foes their warlike forces bent	E
Against them stille my sonnes and I were sent	E
Agains the Goths full ten yeeres weary warre	F
We spent receiving many a bloudy scarre	F
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Just two and twenty of my sonnes were slaine	G
Before we did returne to Rome againe	G
Of five and twenty sonnes I brought but three	F
Alive the stately towers of Rome to see	F
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When wars were done I conquest home did bring	H
And did present my prisoners to the king	H
The Queene of Goths her sons and eke a Moore	F
Which did such murders like was nere before	F
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The emperour did make this queene his wife	I
Which bred in Rome debate and deadlie strife	I
The Moore with her two sonnes did growe soe proud	J
That none like them in Rome might bee allowd	J
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The Moore soe pleas'd this new made empress' eie	K
That she consented to him secretlye	L
For to abuse her husbands marriage bed	J
And soe in time a blackamore she bred	J
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Then she whose thoughts to murder were inclinde	J
Consented with the Moore of bloody minde	J
Against myselfe my kin and all my friendes	F
In cruell sort to bring them to their endes	F
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Soe when in age I thought to live in peace	F
Both care and griefe began then to increase	F
Amongst my sonnes I had one daughter bright	J
Which joy'd and pleased best my sight	J
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My deare Lavinia was betrothed than	G
To Cesars sonne a young and noble man	G
Who in a hunting by the emperours wife	I
And her two sonnes bereaved was of life	I
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He being slaine was cast in cruel wise	F
Into a darksome den from light of skies	F
The cruell Moore did come that way as then	G
With my three sonnes who fell into the den	G
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The Moore then fetcht the emperour with speed	J
For to accuse them of that murderous deed	J
And when my sonnes within the den were found	J
In wrongfull prison they were cast and bound	J
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But nowe behold what wounded most my mind	J
The empresses two sonnes of savage kind	J
My daughter ravished without remorse	F
And took away her honour quite perforce	F
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When they had tasted of soe sweete a flowre	F
Fearing this sweete should shortly turn to sowre	F
They cutt her tongue whereby she could not tell	M
How that dishonoure unto her befell	M
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Then both her hands they basely cutt off quite	J
Whereby their wickednesse she could not write	J
Nor with her needle on her sampler sowe	N
The bloudye workers of her direfull woe	N
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My brother Marcus found her in the wood	J
Staining the grassie ground with purple bloud	J
That trickled from her stumpes and bloudlesse armes	F
Noe tongue at all she had to tell her harmes	F
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But when I sawe her in that woefull case	F
With teares of bloud I wet mine aged face	F
For my Lavinia I lamented more	F
Then for my two and twenty sonnes before	F
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When as I sawe she could not write nor speake	O
With grief mine aged heart began to breake	O
We spred an heape of sand upon the ground	J
Whereby those bloudy tryants out we found	J
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For with a staffe without the helpe of hand	J
She writt these wordes upon the plat of sand	J
'The lustfull sonnes of the proud emperesse	F
Are doers of this hateful wickednesse '	-
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I tore the milk white hairs from off mine head	J
I curst the houre wherein I first was bred	J
I wisht this hand that fought for countrie's fame	P
In cradle rockt had first been stroken lame	P
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The Moore delighting still in villainy	G
Did say to sett my sonnes from prison free	F
I should unto the king my right hand give	Q
And then my three imprisoned sonnes should live	R
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The Moore I caus'd to strike it off with speede	J
Whereat I grieved not to see it bleed	J
But for my sonnes would willingly impart	J
And for their ransome send my bleeding heart	J
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But as my life did linger thus in paine	G
They sent to me my bootlesse hand againe	G
And therewithal the heades of my three sonnes	F
Which filld my dying heart with fresher moanes	F
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Then past reliefe I upp and downe did goe	O
And with my teares writ in the dust my woe	O
I shot my arrowes towards heaven hie	S
And for revenge to hell often did crye	L
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The empresse then thinking that I was mad	J
Like Furies she and both her sonnes were clad	J
She nam'd Revenge and Rape and Murder they	T
To undermine and heare what I would say	T
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I fed their foolish veines a certaine space	F
Untill my friendes did find a secret place	F
Where both her sonnes unto a post were bound	J
And just revenge in cruell sort was found	J
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I cut their throates my daughter held the pan	G
Betwixt her stumpes wherein the bloud it ran	G
And then I ground their bones to powder small	U
And made a paste for pyes streight therewithall	U
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Then with their fleshe I made two mighty pyes	F
And at a banquet served in stately wise	F
Before the empresse set this loathsome meat	J
So of her sonnes own flesh she well did eat	J
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Myselfe bereav'd my daughter then of life	I
The empresse then I slewe with bloudy knife	I
And stabb'd the emperour immediatelie	U
And then myself even soe did Titus die	L
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Then this revenge against the Moore was found	J
Alive they sett him halfe into the ground	J
Whereas he stood untill such time he starv'd	J
And soe God send all murderers may be serv'd	J

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