To rescue my two brothers from their death:
For which attempt the judges have pronounced
doom of banishment.
O happy man! they have befriended thee.
Why, foolish Lucius, dost thou not perceive
That Rome is but a
wilderness of tigers?
Tigers must prey, and Rome affords no prey
But me and mine: how happy art thou,
From these devourers to be banished!
But who comes with our brother Marcus here?
Enter MARCUS and LAVINIA
Titus, prepare thy aged eyes to weep;
Or, if not so, thy noble heart to break:
I bring consuming sorrow to
Will it consume me? let me see it, then.
This was thy daughter.
Why, Marcus, so she is.
Ay me, this object kills me!
Faint-hearted boy, arise, and look upon her.
Speak, Lavinia, what accursed hand
Hath made thee handless
in thy father's sight?
What fool hath added water to the sea,
Or brought a faggot to bright-burning Troy?
grief was at the height before thou camest,
And now like Nilus, it disdaineth bounds.
Give me a sword, I'll
chop off my hands too;
For they have fought for Rome, and all in vain;
And they have nursed this woe, in
In bootless prayer have they been held up,
And they have served me to effectless use:
all the service I require of them
Is that the one will help to cut the other.
'Tis well, Lavinia, that thou hast
For hands, to do Rome service, are but vain.
Speak, gentle sister, who hath martyr'd thee?
O, that delightful engine of her thoughts
That blabb'd them with such pleasing eloquence,
Is torn from
forth that pretty hollow cage,
Where, like a sweet melodious bird, it sung
Sweet varied notes, enchanting
O, say thou for her, who hath done this deed?
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