Rom.
You sad Andronici, have done with woes:
Give sentence on this execrable wretch,
That hath been breeder of these dire events.

Luc.
Set him breast deep in earth, and famish him,
There let him stand, and rave and cry for food;
If any one relieves or pities him,
For the offence he dies. This is our doom.
Some stay to see him fastned in the earth.

Aar.
O, why should wrath be mute, and fury dumb!
I am no baby, I, that with base prayers
I should repent the evil I have done:
Ten thousand worse, than ever yet I did,
Would I perform, if I might have my will;
If one good deed in all my life I did,
I do repent it from my very soul.

Luc.
Some loving friends convey the Emp'ror hence,
And give him burial in his father's grave.
My father and Lavinia shall forthwith
Be closed in our Houshold's Monument:
As for that heinous tygress Tamora,
No funeral rites, nor man in mournful weeds,
No mournful bell shall ring her burial;

But throw her forth to beasts and birds of prey;
Her life was beast-like, and devoid of pity;
And, being so, shall have like want of pity.
See justice done on Aaron that damn'd Moor,
From whom our heavy haps had their beginning;
Then, afterwards, we'll order well the State;
That like events may ne'er it ruinate. [Exeunt omnes. ^note

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