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First, thrash the corn, then after burn the straw: Quin. My sight is very dull, whate'er it bodes. This minion stood upon her chastity,
Mart. And mine, I promise you: were't not for Upon her nuptial vow, her loyally,
shame, And with that pointed hope braves your mightiness: Well could I leave our sport to sleep awhile. And shall she carry this unto her grave!
(MARTIus falls into the Pil. Chi. Au if she do, I would I were an eunuch. Quin. What, art thou fallen? What subtle hol Draz bence her husband to some secret hole,
is this, And make his dead trunk pillow to our lust. Whose mouth is cover'd with rude-growing briers:
Tam. But when you have the honey you desire, upon whose leaves are drops of new-shed blood, Let not this wasp outlive, us both to sting.
As fresh as morning's dew distillid on lowers? Chi. I warrant you, madam; we will make that A very fatal place it seems to me:sure.
Speak, brother, hast thou hurt thee with the fall? Come, mistress, now perforce we will enjoy
Mart. 0, brother, with the dismallest object That nice-preserved honesty of yours.
That ever cye, with sight, made heart la ment. Lar. () Tamora! Thou bear'st a woman's face,- Aur. ( Asile.) Now will I fetch the king to find Tam. I will not hear her speak; away with her.
them here; Luv. Sweet lords, entreat her hear me buta word. That he therehy may give a likely guess,
Dem. Listen, tàir madam: Let it be your glory How these were they that made a way his brother To see her tears: but be your heart to ihem,
Erit AARON. As unrelenting fint to drops of rain.
Mart. Why dost not comfort me, and help me out Lar. When did the tiger's young ones teach the From this unhallow'd and blood-stained hole? dam!
Quin. I am surprised with an upcouth fear: 0, do not learn her wrath; she taught it thee: A chilling sweat o'er-runs my trembling joints; The milk thou suckidst from her, did turn to My heart suspects more than mine eye can see. marble;
Mart. To prove thou hast a true-divining heart, Even at thy teat thou hadst thy tyranny.
Aaron and thou look down into this den, Yet every mother breeds not sons alike;
And see a fearful sight of blood and death. Do thou entreat her show a wornan pity.
Quin. Aaron is gone; and my compassionate heart
(To Chirox. will not permit mine eyes once to behold Chi. What! wouldst thou have me prove myself The thing whereat it trembles by surmise: a bastard ?
0, tell me how it is; for ne'er till now Lav. "Tis true; the raven doth not hatch a lark; Was I a child, to fear I know not what. Yet I have heard, (O could I find it now!)
Mart. Lord Bassianus lies embrued here, The lion, mov'd with pity, did endure
All on a heap, like to a slaughter'd lamb, To have his princely paws pared all away.
In this detested, dark, blood-drinking pit. Some say, that ravens foster forlorn children,
Quin. If it be dark, how dost thou know 'tis he? The whilst their own birds tamish in their nests: Murt. Upon his bloody finger he doth wear 0, be to me, though thy hard heart say no,
A precious ring, that lightens all the hole, Nothing so kind, but something pitiful!
which, like a taper in some monument, Tam. I know not what it means; away with Doth shine upon the dead man's carthy cheeks, her.
And shows the ragged entrails of this pit: Lav. 0, let me teach thee: for my father's sake, So pale did shine the moon on Pyramus, That gave thee life, when well he might have slain When he by night lay bathed in maiden blood. thee,
O brother, help me with thy fainting hand-
If fear hath made thee faint, as me it hath-
As hateful as Cocytus' misty mouth.
out; But fierce Andronicus would not relent.
Or, wanting strength to do thee so much good, Therefore, away with her, and use her as you will: I may be pluck'd into the swallowing woinb The worse to her, the better lov'd of me.
Of this deep pit, poor Bassianus' grave. Lav. 0 Tamora, be call'd a gentle queen, I have no strength to pluck thee to the brink. And with thine own hands kill me in this place; Mart. Nor I no strength to climb without thy For 'tis not lite, that I have begg'd so long;
help. Poor I was slain when Bassianus died.
Quin. Thy hand once more; I will not loose again Tam. What begy'st thou then? fond woman, let Till thou art here alott, or I below: me go.
Thou canst not come to me, I come to thee. Lav. "Tis present death I beg: and one thing
(Falls in. more,
Enter SATURNINUS and AARON.
Sat. Along with me: I'll see what hole is here And tumble me into some loathsome pit;
And what he is, that now is leap'd into it. Where never man's eye may behold my body:
Say, who art thou, that lately didst descend Do this, and be a charitable murderer.
Into this gaping hollow of the earth? Tum. So should I rob my sweet sons of their fee: Brought hither in a most unlucky hour,
Mart. The unhappy son of old Andronicus; No, let them satisfy their lust on thee.
Lav. No grace? No womanhood ? Ah, beastly He and his lady both are at the lodge,
Sat. My brother dead? I know thou dost but jest creature! The blot and enemy to our general name!
Upon the north side of this pleasant chase: Confusion fall
'Tis not an hour since I let him there. Chi. Nay, then, I'll stop your mouth :-- Bring But, out alas! here have we found him dead.
Mart. We know not where you left him all aliwe, thou her husband;
[ Dragging off LAVINIA. Enter TAMORA, with Attendants; Titus ANDROThis is the hole where Aaron bid us hide him.
NICI'S, and LUCIUS.
(Exeunt. Tam. Farewell, my sons: see that you make
Tam. Where is my lord the king ? her sure:
Sat. Here, Tamora; though griev'd with killing Ne'er let my heart know merry cheer indeed,
grief. Till all the Andronici be made away.
Tam. Where is thy brother Bassianus? Now will I hence to seek my lovely Moor,
Sat. Now to the bottom dost thou search my And let my spleenful sons this trull detlour. [Exit.
Poor Bassianus here lies murdered.
Tam. Then all too late I bring this fatal writ,
(Giving a letier. Enter A ARON, with QUINTUS and MARTIUS. The complot of this timeless tragedy ; Aar. Come on, my lords; the better foot before: And wonder greatly, that man's face can fold Straight will I bring you to the loathsome pit, In pleasing smiles such murderous tyranny. Where I espy'd the panther fast asleep.
Sat. [Reads.) An if we miss to meet him hand- Dem. She hath no tongue to call, nor hands to somely,
Wash; Sweet huntsman, Bassianus 'tis, we mean,
And so let's leave her to her silent walks. Do thou so much as dig the grave for him;
Chi. An'twere my case, I should go hang myself. Thou know'st our meaning: Look for thy reward Dem. If thou hadst harids to help thee knit the Among the nettles at the eliler-free,
cord. (Exeunt DEMETRIUS and Chirox. Which oversha les the mouth of that same pit,
Marc. Who's this,-my niece, that flies away so 0, 'Tamora! was ever heard the like?
fast? This is the pit, and this the elder-tree:
Cousin, a word; Where is your husband ?Look, sirs, if you can find the huntsman out, If I do dream, 'would all my wealth would wake That should have murder'd Bassianus here.
me ! Aur. My gracious lord, here is the bag of gold. If I do wake, some planet strike me down,
[Showing it. That I may slumber in eternal sleep!Sat. Two of thy whelps, (To Tit.] iell curs of Speali, gentle niece, what stern unyentle hands bloody kind,
Have lopp'd, and hew'd, and made thy body bare Have here berett my brother of his life :
Of her two branches? those sweet ornaments, Sırs, drag them from the pit unto the prison; Whose circling shadows kings have sought to sleep There let them bide, until we have devis'd Some never-heard-of torturing pain for them. And might not gain so great a happiness, Tam. What, are they in this pit? 0 wondrous As half thy love? Why dost not speak to me?thing!
Alas, a crimson river of warm blood, How casily murder is discovered!
Like to a bubbling fountain stirr’d with wind, Tit. High emperor, upon my feeble knee
Doth rise and fall between thy rosed lips,
But, sure, some Terens haih deiloured thee;
And, lest thou shouldst detect him, cut thy tongue. Sat. If it be prov'd! you see it is apparent,- Ah, now thou turn’st away thy face for shame! Who found this letter? "Tamora, was it you ? And, notwithstanding all this loss of blood, Tam. Andronicus himself did take it up.
As from a conduit with three issuing spouts, Tit. I did, my lord: yet let me be their bail : Yet do thy chceks look red as Titan's face, For by my father's reverend tomb, I vow,
Blushing to be encounter'd with a cloud. They shall be ready at your highness' will, Shall I speak for thee? shall I say, 'tis so? To answer their suspicion with their lives. 0, that I knew thy heart; and knew the beast, Sat. Thou shalt not bail them : see, thou follow That I might rail at him to ease my mind! me.
Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopp'd, Some bring the murder'd body, some the mur- Doth burn the heart to cinders where it is. derers :
Fair Philomela, she but lost her tongue, Let them not speak a word, the guilt is plain: And in a tedious sampler sew'd her mind: For, by my soul, were there worse end than death, But, lovely niece, that mean is cut from thee; That end upon them should be executed.
A craftier Tereus hast thou met withal, Tam. Andronicus, I will entreat the king; And he hath cut those pretty fingers off, Fear not thy sons, they shall do well enough. That could have better sewid than Philomel. Tit. Come, Lucius, come; stay not to talk with O, had the monster seen those lily hands them.
(Exeunt severally. Tremble, like aspen-leaves, upon a lute,
And make the silken strings delight to kiss them, SCENE V.-The same.
He would not then have touch'd them for his life:
Or, had he heard the heavenly harmony, Enter DEMETRICS and CHIRON, with LAVINIA ; her Which that sweet tongue hath made,
hands cut off, and her Tongue cut out. He would have dropp'd his knite, and fell asleep, Dem. So now, go tell, an if thy tongue can speak, As Cerberus at the Thracian poet's feet. Who 'twas that cut thy tongue, and ravish'd ihee. Come, let us go, and make thy father blind: Chi. Write down thy mind, bewray thy meaning For such a sight will blind a father's eye: SO;
One hour's storm will drown the fragrant meads; And, if thy stumps will let thee, play the scribe. What will whole months of tears thy father's Dem. See, how with signs and tokens she can
Do not draw back, for we will mourn with thee; Chi. Go home, call for sweet water, wash thy 0, could our mourning ease thy misery! hands.
SCENE 1.-Rome. A Street.
() earth, I will befriend thee more with rain,
That shall distil from these two ancient urns, Enter Senators, Tribunes, and Officers of Justice, Than youthful April shall with all his showers:
with MARTIus and QUINTUS, bound, passing on to The Place of Execution : Titus going before, In winter, with warm tears I'll melt the snow,
In summer's drought I'll drop upon thee still; pleading
And keep eternal spring-time on thy face,
Enter Lucius, with his Sword drawn.
0, reverend tribunes! gentle aged men! For all the frosty nights that I have watch'd;
Unbind my sons, reverse the doom of death; And for these bitter tears, which now you see
And let me say, that never wept before, Filling the aged wrinkles in my checks;
My tears are now prevailing orators. Be pitiful to my condemned sons,
Luc. (), noble faiher, you lament in vain; Whose souls are not corrupted as 'tis thought!
The tribunes hear you not, no man is by, For two and twenty sons I never wept,
And you recount your sorrows to a stone. Becaise they died in honor's lofty bed.
Tit. Ah, Lucius, for thy brothers let me plead: For these, these, tribunes, in the dust I write
Grave tribunes, once more I entreat of yo [Throwing himself on the Ground.
Luc. My gracious lord, no tribune hears you My heart's deep languor, and my soul's sad tears.
speak. Let my tears stanch the earth's dry appetite;
Tit. Why, 'lis no matter, man: if they did hear My sons'sweet blood will make it shame and blush. They would not mark me; or, if they did mark, (Exeunt Senators, Tribunes, fc. with
All bootless to them, they'd not pity me. the Prisoners.
Therefore I tell my sorrows to the stones;
No, no, they would not do so foul a deed;
Or make some sign how I may do thee ease:
Shall thy good uncle, and thy brother Lucius,
Looking all downwards, to behold our cheeks
And in the fountain shall we gaze so long,
Till the fresh taste be taken from that clearness,
Or shall we bite our tongues, and in dumb shows
Plot some device of further misery,
Luc. Sweet father, cease your tears; for at your
Thy napkin2 cannot drink a tear of mine,
For thou, poor man, hast drown'd it with thine
Luc. Ah, my Lavinia, I will wipe thy cheeks.
Tit. Mark, Marcus, mark! I understand her
Had she a tongue to speak, now would she say
That to her brother which I said to thee;
His napkin, with his true tears all bewet,
0, what a sympathy of woe is this?
As far from help as limbo is from bliss!
Aar. Titus Andronicus, my lord the emperor
Sends thee this word,—That, if thou love thy sons,
And send it to the king: he for the same,
Will send thee hither both thy sons alive;
And that shall be the ransom for their fault.
Tit. 0, gracious emperor! O, gentle Aaron!
Did ever raven sing so like a lark,
That gives sweet tidings of the sun's uprise ?
With all my heart, I'll send the emperor
Luc. Speak, gentle sister, who hath martyr'd thee? Good Aaron, wilt thou help to chop it off?
, That hath thrown down so many enemies,
Luc. Stay, father; for that noble hand of thine,
Shall not be sent : my hand will serve the turn:
My youth can better spare my blood than you; Sweet varied notes, enchanting every ear!
And therefore mine shall save my brothers' lives. Luc. 0, say thou for her, who hath done this Marc. Which of your hands hath not detended deed?
Writing destruction on the enemy's castle?
0, none of both but are of high desert:
My hand hath been but idle; let it serve
Then have I kept it to a worthy end.
Aar. Nay, come, agree whose hand shall go along,
For fear they die before their pardon come.
Marc. My hand shall go.
By heaven, it shall not go This way to death my wretched sons are gone;
Tu. Sirs, strive no more : such wither'd herbs as Here stands my other son, a banish'd man;
these And here my brother, weeping at my woes;
Are meet for plucking up, and therefore mine. But that, which gives my soul the greatest spurn,
Luc. Sweet father, if I shall be thought thy Is dear Lavinia, dearer than my soul,
son, Had I but seen thy picture in this plight,
Let me redeem my brothers both from death. It would have madded me; What shall I do
Marc. And, for our father's sake, and mother's Now I behold thy lovely body so?
Now let me show a brother's love to thee.
Tit. Agree between you; I will spare my hand.
Luc. Then I'll go fetch an axe.
But I will use the axe. Look, Marcus! ah, son Lucius, look on her!
[Exeunt Lucics and MARCUS. When I did name her brothers, then fresh tears
Tit. Come hither, Aaron; I'll deceive them both. Stood on her cheeks; as doth the honey dew
Lend me thy hand, and I will give thee mine. Upon a gather'd lily almost wither'd.
Aar. If that be call'd deceit, I will be honest,
But I'll deceive you in another sort,
And that you'll say, ere half an hour can pass.
(Aside. Because the law hath ta'en revenge on them.
[He cuts off Titus's Hand. 9 The river Nile.
Enter Lucius and MARCUS.
And would usurp upon my wat'ry eyes, Tit. Now, stay your strife; what shall be, is de
And make them blind with tributary tears; spatch'd.
Then which way shall I tind revenge's cave ?
For these two heads do seem to speak to me; Good Aaron, give his majesty my hand : Tell him, it was a hand that warded him
And threat me, I shall never come to bliss, From thousand dangers: bid him bury it;
Till all these mischiefs be return'd again, More hath it merited, that let it have.
Even in their throats that have committed them.
Come, let me see what task I have to do.-
You heavy people, circle me about;
That I may turn me to each one of you, Aar. I go, Andronicus: and for thy hand,
And swear unto my soul to right your wrongs.
The vow is made.-Come, brother, take a head; Look by and by to have thy sons with thee :Their heads, I 'mcan.-0, how this villany
And in this hand the other will I bear: [ Aside.
Lavinia, thou shalt be employed in these things; Doth fat me with the very thoughts of it!
Bear thou my hand, sweet wench, between thy Let fools do good, and fair men call for grace,
teeth. Aaron will have his soul black like his face. ['Exit. As for thee, boy, go, get thee from my sight: Tit. (), here I lift this one hand up to heaven,
Thou art an exile, and thou must not stay :
Hie to the Goths, and raise an army there:
And, if you love me, as I think you do,
Let's kiss and part, for we have much to do. (To LAVINIA.
[Exeunt Titus, MARCCS, and LAVINIA. Do then, dear heart; for heaven shall hear our The woeful'st man that ever liv'd in Rome!
Luc. Farewell, Andronicus, my noble father; prayers;
Farewell, proud Rome! till Lucius come again, Or with our sighs we'll breathe the welkin3 dim, And stain the sun with fog, as sometime clouds,
He leaves his pledges dearer than his life.
Farewell, Lavínia, my noble sister;
0, 'would thou wert ås thou 'tofore hast been ! And do not break into these deep extremes.
But now nor Lucius, nor Lavinia, lives,
But in oblivion, and hateful griets.
If Lucius live, he will requite your wrongs;
And make proud Saturninus and his empress
Beg at the gates, like Tarquin and his queen. Tit. If there were reason for these miseries, Now will I to the Goths, and raise a power, Then into limits could I bind my woes:
[Exit. When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'er- To be revenged on Rome and Saturnine. flow?
SCENE II.-A Room in Titus's House. If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad,
A Banquet set out.
Enter Titus, Marcus, LAVINIA, and young LuI am the sea; hark, how her sighs do blow!
CICS, Boy. She is the weeping welkin, I the earth :
Tit. So, so ; now sit: and look you eat no more Then must my sea be moved with her sighs; Than will preserve just so much strength in us Then must my earth with her continual tears As will revenge these bitter woes of ours. Become a deluge, overtlow'd and drown'd: Marcus, unknit that sorrow-wreathen knot; For why? my bowels cannot hide her woes, Thy niece and I, poor creatures, want our hands, But, like a drunkard, must I vomit them.
And cannot passionate our tenfold grief Then give me leave; for losers will have leave With folded arms. This poor right hand of mine so ease their stomachs with their bitter tongues. Is left to tyrannize upon my breast; Enter a Messenger, with two Heads and a Hand. Beats in this hollow prison of my tesh,
And when my heart, all mad with misery, Mess. Worthy Andronicus, ill art thou repaid Then thus I thump it down.For that good hand thou sent'st the emperor. Thou map of woe, that thus dost talk in signs! Here are the heads of thy two noble sons;
[TO LAVINIA. And here's thy hand, in scorn to thee sent back: When thy poor heart beats with outrageous beating, Thy griefs their sports, thy resolution mockd:
Thou canst not strike it thus to make it still. That woe is me to think upon thy woes,
Wound it with sighing, girl, kill it with groans; More than remembrance of my father's death. Or get some little knife between thy teeth,
(Exit. And just against thy heart make thou a hole ; Marc. Now let hot Ætna cool in Sicily,
That all the tears that thy poor eyes let fall, And be my heart an ever-burning hell!
May run into that sink, and soaking in, These miseries are more than may be borne ! Drown the lamenting fool in sea-salt tears. To weep with them that weep, doth ease some deal, Marc. Fye, brother, fye! teach her not thus to But sorrow flouted at is double death.
lay Luc. Ah, that this sight should make so deep a Such violent hands upon her tender life. wound,
Tit. How now! has sorrow made thee dote And yet detested life not shrink thereat!
already ? That ever death should let life bear his name, Why, Marcus, no man should be mad but I. Where life hath no more interest but to breathe! What violent hands can she lay on her life?
(LAVINIA kisses him. Ah, wherefore dost thou urge the name of hands;Marc. Alas, poor heart, that kiss is comfortless, To bid Æneas tell the tale twice o'er, As frozen water to a starved snake.
How Troy was burnt, and he made miserable ? Tit. When will this fearful slumber have an end? O, handle not the theme, to talk of hands;
Marc. Now, farewell, flattery: Die, Andronicus: | Lest we remember still, that we have none.Thou dost not slumber: see, thy two sons' heads; Fye, fye, how franticly I square my talk! Thy warlike hand; thy mangled daughter here; As if we should forget we had no hands, Thy other banish'd son, with this dear sight It Marcus did not name the word of hards! Struck pale and bloodless; and thy brother, I, Come, let's tall to; and, gentle girl, eat this :Even like a stony image, cold and numb.
Here is no drink! Hark, Marcus, what she says; Ah! now no more will I control thy griefs : I can interpret all her martyr'd signs: Rend off thy silver hair, thy other hand
She says, she drinks no other drink but tears, Gnawing with thy teeth; and be this dismal sight Brew'd with her sorrows, mesh'd upon her cheeks :6 The closing up of our most wretched eyes! Speechless complainer, I will learn thy thought; Now is a time to storm; why art thou still? In thy dumb action will I be as perfect, Til. Ha, ha, ha!
As begging hermits in their holy prayers : Marc. Why dost thou laugh ? it fits not with this Thou shalt not sigh, nor hold thy stumps to heaven, hour.
Nor wink, nor nod, nor kneel, nor make a sign, Tit. Why, I have not another tear to shed : But I, of these, will wrest an alphabet. Besides, this sorrow is an enemy,
And, by still? practice, learn to know thy meaning. 3 The sky. • Suffering. • Stir, bustle. . An allusion to brewing. . Constant or continual practice. Boy. Good grandsire, leave these bitter deep Marc. Pardon me, sir; 'twas a black ill-favor'd lainents:
Marc. Alas, the tender boy, in passion mov'd, Til. (), 0, 0,
Tit. Peace,tender sapling; thou art made of tears, For thou hast done a charitable deed.
(MARCUS strikes the Dish with a knife. Flattering inyself, as it it were the Moor, What dost dlou strike at, Marcus, with thy kone! Come hither purposely to poison me.-
Mure. At ihat that I have kill'd, my lord; a tly. There's for thyselt, and that's for Tumora.-
But that, between us, we can kill a tly,
Marc. Alas, poor man! griet' has so wrought on
I'll to thy closet; and go read with thee
Sad stories, chanced in the times of old.That with his pretty buzzing melody,
Come, boy, and go with me; thy sight is young, Came here to make us merry; and thou hast kill'd And thou shalt read, when mine begins to dazzle. him.
Ent D AL Fc
SCENE I.–Before Titus's House.
What would she find ?-Lavinia, shall I read!
This is the tragic tale of Philomel,
LUCICS, LAVINIA running after him. And rape, I fear, was root of thine annoy.
Mur. See, brother, see; note, how she quotes!
the leaves. Follows me everywhere, I know not why :Good uncle Marcus, see how switi she comes !
Tit. Lavinia, wert thou thus surprisid, sweet girl,
Ravish'd and wrong'd, as Philomela was,
By nature made for murders, and for rapes.
Marc. () why should nature build so foul a den,
Unless the gods delight in tragedies! See, Lucius, sce, how much she makes of thee:
Tit. Give signs, sweet girl,--for here are none Somewhither would she have thee go with her.
but friends,Ah, boy, Cornelia never with more care
What Roman lord it was durst do the decd: Read to her sons, than she hath read to thee,
Or slunk not Saturnine, as Tarquin erst,
That left the camp to sin in Lucrece' bed?
by me.Unless some tit or frenzy do possess her:
Apollo, Pallas, Jove, or Mercury, For I have heard my grandsire say full oft,
Iuspire me, that I may this treason find !Extremity of griefs would make men mad;
My lord, look bere ;-Look here, Lavinia: And I have read that Hecuba of Troy
This sandy plot is plain; guide, it thou canst, Ran mad through sorrow: That made me to fear: This after me, when I have writ my name Although, my lord, I know, my noble aunt
Without the help of any hand at all. Loves me as dear as e'er my mother did,
(He writes his Name with his Sloff. ad And would not, but in fury, fright my youth:
guides it wuh his feet and Mörik. Which made me down to ihrow my books, and fly; Curs d he that heart, that forced us to this shin! Causeless, perhaps: But pardon me, sweet aunt: Write thou, good niece; and here display, at last, And, madam, if my uncle Marcus go,
What God will have discover'd for revente: I will most willingly attend your ladyship.
Heaven guide thy pen to print thy sorrows plain,
That we may know the traitors, and the truth!
it with her Stümps, and writes.
Marc. What, what!-the lustful sons of Tamora
Tit. Magne Dominator poli,
Tum lentus autis scelera? tum lentus viles? And so beguile thy sorrow, till the heavens
Marc. (), calın thee, gentle lord! althougb 1 Reveal the damn'i contriver of this deed.
know, Why lifts she up her arins in sequence thus? There is enough written upon this earth, Marc. I think, she means, that there was more To stir a mutiny in the mildest thoughts, than one
And arm the minds of infants to exclaims.
Tit. Lucius, what book is that she losseth so? And swear with me,-as with the woeril teere,
Lord Junius Brutus sware for Lucrcre rape,-
For love of her that's gone, That we will prosecuie, by good advice, Perhaps she cull'd it from among the rest. Mortal revenge upon these traitorous Goths,
74. Son! see, how busily she turns the leaves ! And see their blood, or die with this rep:oach. Help her:-
, This was formerly not a disrespectful expression • Tully's Treatise on Eloquence, entitled Orator.
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