Aaron.

O, how this villany Doth fat me with the very thought of it! Let fools do good, and fair men call for grace, Aaron w 11 have his soul b.ack as his facc.

Mut. My lord, you pass not here. Tit. What, villain boy! Barr'st me my way in Rome?

[Titus kills Mutius. Act I. Scene II.

Tam. My lovely Aaron, wherefore look'st thou sad, When every thing doth make a gleeful boast?

Act II. Scene III.

Tit. O, reverend tribunes! gentle aged men ! Unbind my sons, reverse the doom of death; And let me say, that never wept before, My tears are now prevailing orators.

Act III. Scene I.

Mar. Heaven guide thy pen to print thy sorrows plain, That we may know the traitors, and the truth!

Act IV. Scene 1.

Mar.

Behold this child:

Of this was Tamora delivered;
The issue of an irreligious Moor,
Chief architect and plotter of these woes

Act V. Scene III.