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ACT II. note Scene I. [Footnote: Rome. note Before the palace note. Enter Aaron. note

Aar.
Now climbeth Tamora Olympus' top,
Safe out of fortune's shot, and sits aloft,
Secure of thunder's crack or lightning flash,
Advanced above note pale envy's threatening reach.
As when the golden sun salutes the morn,
And, having gilt the ocean with his beams,
Gallops the zodiac in his glistering coach,
And overlooks the highest-peering note hills;
So Tamora note:
Upon her wit note doth earthly note honour wait,
And virtue stoops and trembles at her frown.
Then, Aaron, arm thy heart note, and fit thy thoughts,

-- 451 --


To mount aloft note with thy imperial mistress,
And mount her pitch, whom thou in triumph long
Hast prisoner held, fetter'd in amorous chains,
And faster bound to Aaron's charming eyes
Than is note Prometheus tied to Caucasus.
Away with slavish weeds and servile note thoughts!
I will be bright, and shine in pearl and gold,
To wait upon this new-made empress note.
To wait note, said I? to wanton with this queen,
This goddess, this Semiramis note, this nymph note,
This siren, that will charm Rome's Saturnine,
And see his shipwreck and his commonweal's.
Holloa note! what storm is this? Enter Demetrius and Chiron, braving note. note

Dem.
Chiron, thy years want note wit, thy wit wants edge,
And manners, to intrude where I am graced,
And may, for aught thou know'st note, affected be.

Chi.
Demetrius, thou dost over-ween in all,
And so in this, to bear me down with braves.
'Tis not the difference of a year or two
Makes me less gracious, or note thee more fortunate:
I am as able and as fit as thou
To serve, and to deserve my mistress' grace;
And that my sword upon thee shall approve,
And plead my passions note for Lavinia's love.

Aar. note [Aside note]
Clubs, clubs! these lovers will not keep the peace.

-- 452 --

Dem.
Why, boy, although our mother, unadvised,
Gave you a dancing-rapier note by your side,
Are you so desperate grown, to threat your friends? note
Go to; have your lath glued within your sheath
Till you know better how to handle it.

Chi.
Meanwhile, sir, with the little skill I have,
Full well shalt thou perceive how much I dare.

Dem.
Ay, boy, grow ye so brave?
[They draw.

Aar. [Coming forward note]
Why, how now note, lords!
So near the emperor's palace dare you draw,
And maintain such a quarrel openly?
Full well I wot the ground of all this grudge: note
I would not for a million of gold
The cause were known to them it most concerns;
Nor would your noble mother for much more
Be so dishonour'd note in the court of Rome.
For shame, put up.

Dem. note
Not I, till I have sheathed
My rapier in his bosom, and withal
Thrust those note reproachful speeches down his throat
That he hath breathed in my dishonour here.

Chi. note
For that I am prepared and full resolved.
Foul-spoken coward! that note thunder'st with thy tongue note
And with thy weapon nothing darest note perform.

Aar. note
Away, I say! note
Now, by the gods that warlike Goths adore,
This petty note brabble will undo us all.
Why, lords, note and think you not how dangerous

-- 453 --


It is to jet note upon a prince's right?
What, is Lavinia then become so loose,
Or Bassianus so degenerate,
That for her love such quarrels may be broach'd
Without controlment, justice, or revenge? note
Young lords, beware! an note should the empress know
This discord's note ground, the music would not please.

Chi.
I care not, I, knew she and all the world:
I love Lavinia more than all the world.

Dem.
Youngling, learn thou to make some meaner note choice note:
Lavinia is thine elder brother's hope.

Aar. note
Why, are note ye mad? or know ye not, in Rome note
How furious and impatient they be,
And cannot brook competitors in love?
I tell you, lords, you do but plot your deaths
By this device note.

Chi.
Aaron, a thousand deaths
Would I propose note to achieve her whom I love note. note

Aar.
To achieve her! how?

Dem.
Why makest note thou it so strange?
She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd;
She is a woman, therefore may be won;
She is Lavinia, therefore must be loved.
What, man! more water glideth by the mill
Than wots the miller of; and easy it is
Of a cut loaf to steal a shive, we know:
Though Bassianus be the emperor's brother,
Better than he have note worn Vulcan's note badge.

-- 454 --

Aar. note [Aside note]
Ay, and as good as Saturninus note may.

Dem.
Then why should he despair that knows to court it
With words, fair looks, and liberality?
What, hast not thou note full often struck note a doe,
And borne her cleanly by the keeper's nose?

Aar. note
Why, then, it seems, some certain snatch or so
Would serve your turns.

Chi.
Ay, so the turn were served.

Dem.
Aaron, thou hast hit it.

Aar. note
Would you had hit it too!
Then should not we be tired with this ado.
Why, hark ye, hark ye! and are you such fools
To square for this? note would it offend you, then note,
That both should speed note? note

Chi.
Faith note, not me.

Dem.
Nor me, so I were one note.

Aar.
For shame, be friends, and join for that you jar:
'Tis policy and stratagem must do
That you affect; and so must you resolve,
That what you cannot as you would achieve,
You must perforce accomplish as you may.
Take this of me: Lucrece was not more chaste
Than this Lavinia, Bassianus' note love.
A speedier course than note lingering languishment
Must we note pursue, and I have found the path.
My lords, a solemn hunting is in hand;
There will the lovely Roman ladies troop:
The forest walks are wide and spacious;
And many unfrequented plots there are
Fitted by kind for rape and villany:

-- 455 --


Single you thither then this dainty doe,
And strike her home by force, if not by words:
This way, or not at all, stand you in hope.
Come, come, our empress, with her sacred note wit
To villany and vengeance consecrate,
Will we note acquaint with all that we intend;
And she shall file our engines with advice note,
That will not suffer you to square yourselves,
But to your wishes' height advance you both.
The emperor's court is like the house of Fame,
The palace full of tongues, of eyes and note ears:
The woods are ruthless, dreadful note, deaf and dull note;
There speak, and strike, brave boys, and take your turns;
There serve your lust note, shadow'd note from heaven's eye,
And revel in Lavinia's treasury.

Chi.
Thy counsel, lad, smells of no cowardice.

Dem.
Sit note fas aut nefas, till I find the stream note
To cool this heat, a charm to calm these note fits,
Per Styga note, per manes vehor.
[Exeunt.

-- 456 --

note Scene II. [Footnote: A forest near Rome. note Horns and cry of hounds heard. note Enter note Titus Andronicus, with Hunters, &c., Marcus, Lucius, Quintus, and Martius.

Tit.
The hunt is up, the morn note is bright and grey note,
The fields are fragrant, and the woods are green note:
Uncouple here, and let us make a bay,
And wake the emperor and his lovely bride,
And rouse the prince, and ring a hunter's peal note,
That all the court may echo with the noise note.
Sons, let it be your charge, as it is ours note,
To attend note the emperor's person carefully.
I have been troubled in my sleep this night,
But dawning day new comfort hath inspired note. A cry of hounds, and horns winded in a peal. Enter note Saturninus, Tamora, Bassianus, Lavinia, Demetrius, Chiron, and their Attendants.
Many good morrows to your majesty;
Madam, to you as many and as good:
I promised your grace a hunter's peal.

Sat.
And you have rung it lustily, my lords note;

-- 457 --


Somewhat too early for new-married ladies.

Bas.
Lavinia, how say you?

Lav.
I say note, no;
I have been broad note awake two hours and more note.

Sat.
Come on then; horse and chariots let us have,
And to our sport. [To Tamora note] Madam, now shall ye see
Our Roman hunting.

Marc.
I have dogs, my lord,
Will rouse the proudest panther in the chase,
And climb the highest promontory note top.

Tit.
And I have horse will follow where the game
Makes way note, and run note like swallows o'er the plain.
note

Dem.
Chiron, we hunt not, we, with horse nor hound,
But hope to pluck a dainty doe to ground.
[Exeunt. note Scene III. [Footnote: A lonely part of the forest. note Enter Aaron note, with a bag of gold.

Aar. note
He that had wit would think that I had none,
To bury so much gold under a tree,
And never after to inherit it.
Let him that thinks of me so abjectly
Know that this gold must coin a stratagem,
Which, cunningly effected note, will beget
A very excellent piece of villany:
And so repose, sweet gold, for their unrest [Hides the gold. note
That have their alms out of the empress' chest.

-- 458 --

Enter Tamora. note

Tam.
My lovely Aaron, wherefore look'st thou sad note note,
When every thing doth make a gleeful boast?
The birds chant melody on every bush;
The snake lies rolled note in the cheerful sun;
The green leaves quiver with the cooling wind,
And make a chequer'd shadow on the ground:
Under their sweet shade, Aaron, let us sit,
And, whilst the babbling echo mocks the hounds,
Replying shrilly to the well-tuned horns,
As if note a double hunt were heard at once,
Let us sit down and mark their yellowing note noise;
And, after conflict such as was supposed
The wandering prince and Dido note once enjoy'd,
When with a happy storm they were surprised,
And curtain'd with a counsel-keeping cave,
We may, each wreathed in the other's arms,
Our pastimes done, possess a golden slumber;
Whiles note hounds and horns and sweet melodious birds
Be unto us as is a nurse's song
Of lullaby to bring her babe asleep.

Aar.
Madam, though Venus govern your desires note,
Saturn is dominator over mine:
What signifies my deadly-standing note eye,
My silence and my cloudy melancholy,
My fleece of woolly hair that now uncurls
Even as an adder when she doth unroll
To do some fatal execution? note
No, madam, these are no venereal signs:
Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand,

-- 459 --


Blood and revenge are hammering in my head.
Hark, Tamora, the empress of my soul,
Which never hopes more heaven than rests in thee,
This is the day of doom for Bassianus:
His Philomel must lose note her tongue to-day,
Thy sons make pillage of her chastity,
And wash their hands in Bassianus' blood.
Seest thou this letter? note take it up, I pray thee,
And give the king this fatal-plotted note scroll.
Now question me no more; we are espied;
Here comes a parcel of our hopeful booty,
Which dreads note not yet their lives' destruction.

Tam.
Ah, my sweet Moor, sweeter to me than life note!

Aar. note
No more, great empress; Bassianus comes:
Be cross with him, and I'll go fetch thy sons
To back thy quarrels note, whatsoe'er they be.
[Exit. note Enter note Bassianus and Lavinia. note

Bas.
Who note have we here? Rome's royal empress note note,
Unfurnish'd of her note well-beseeming troop note?
Or is it Dian, habited like her,
Who hath abandoned her holy groves
To see the general hunting in this forest?

Tam.
Saucy controller of my note private steps!
Had I the power that some say Dian had,
Thy temples should be planted presently note
With horns, as was note Actæon's, and the hounds

-- 460 --


Should drive note upon thy note new-transformed limbs,
Unmannerly intruder as thou art!

Lav.
Under your patience, gentle empress note,
'Tis thought you have a goodly gift in horning;
And to be doubted that your Moor and you
Are singled forth to try experiments:
Jove shield your husband from his hounds to-day!
'Tis pity they should take him for a stag.

Bas.
Believe me, queen, your swarth note Cimmerian note
Doth make your honour of his body's hue,
Spotted, detested, and abominable.
Why are you sequester'd from all your train,
Dismounted from your snow-white goodly steed,
And wander'd hither to an obscure plot,
Accompanied but with a note barbarous Moor,
If foul desire had not conducted you?

Lav.
And, being intercepted note in your sport,
Great reason that my noble lord be rated
For sauciness. I pray you, let us hence,
And let her joy her raven-colour'd note love;
This valley fits the purpose passing well.

Bas.
The king my brother shall have note note of this.

Lav.
Ay, for these slips have made him note noted long:
Good king, to be so mightily abused!

Tam.
Why have I note patience to endure all this? note
Enter Demetrius and Chiron.

Dem.
How now, dear sovereign, and our gracious mother note!
Why doth note your highness look so pale and wan?

-- 461 --

Tam.
Have I not reason, think you, to look pale?
These two have ticed me hither to this place:
A barren detested note vale, you see it is;
The trees, though summer, yet forlorn and lean,
O'ercome with moss and baleful note mistletoe:
Here never shines the sun; here nothing breeds,
Unless the nightly owl or fatal raven:
And when they show'd me this abhorred pit,
They told me, here, at dead time of the night,
A thousand fiends, a thousand hissing snakes,
Ten thousand swelling toads, as many urchins,
Would make such fearful and confused cries,
As any mortal body note hearing it
Should straight fall mad, or else die suddenly.
No sooner had they told this hellish tale,
But straight they told me they would bind me here
Unto the body of a dismal yew note,
And leave me to this miserable death:
And then they call'd me foul adulteress,
Lascivious Goth, and all the bitterest terms
That ever ear note did hear to such effect:
And, had you not by wondrous fortune come,
This vengeance on me had they executed.
Revenge it, as you love your mother's life,
Or be ye not henceforth note call'd my children.

Dem.
This is a witness that I am thy son.
[Stabs Bassianus. note

Chi.
And this for me, struck note home to show my strength note.
[Also stabs note Bassianus, who dies.

-- 462 --

Lav.
Ay, come note, Semiramis note, nay, barbarous Tamora,
For no name fits thy nature but thy own!

Tam.
Give me the note poniard; you shall know, my boys,
Your mother's hand shall right your mother's wrong.

Dem.
Stay, madam; here is more belongs to her;
First thrash the corn, then after burn the straw:
This minion stood upon her chastity,
Upon her nuptial vow, her loyalty,
And with that painted hope note braves your mightiness note:
And shall she carry this note unto her grave? note

Chi.
An note if she do, I would I were an eunuch note note.
Drag hence her husband to some secret hole,
And make his dead trunk pillow note to our lust.

Tam.
But when ye have the honey ye note desire,
Let not this wasp outlive, us note both to sting.

Chi.
I warrant you note, madam, we will make that sure.
Come, mistress, now perforce we will enjoy
That nice-preserved note honesty of yours.

Lav.
O Tamora! thou bear'st note a woman's note face— note

Tam.
I will not hear her speak; away with her!

Lav.
Sweet lords, entreat her hear me but a word.

Dem.
Listen, fair madam: let it be your glory
To see her tears, but be your heart to them

-- 463 --


As unrelenting flint note to drops of rain.

Lav.
When did the tiger's young ones teach the dam? note
O, do not learn note her wrath; she taught it thee;
The milk thou suck'dst note from her did turn to marble;
Even at thy teat note thou hadst thy tyranny.
Yet every mother breeds not sons alike: [To Chiron note]
Do thou entreat her show a woman pity.
note

Chi.
What, wouldst thou have me prove myself a bastard?
note

Lav.
'Tis true; the raven doth not hatch a lark:
Yet have I heard,—O, could I find it now!—
The lion, moved with pity, did endure
To have his princely paws note pared all away:
Some say that ravens foster forlorn children,
The whilst their own birds famish in their nests:
O, be to me, though thy hard heart say no,
Nothing so kind, but something pitiful!

Tam.
I know not what it means: away with her!

Lav.
O, let me teach thee! for my father's sake,
That gave thee life, when well he might have slain thee,
Be not obdurate, open thy deaf ears note.

Tam.
Hadst thou in person ne'er offended me,
Even for his sake am I note pitiless.
Remember, boys, I pour'd forth tears in vain,
To save your brother from the sacrifice;
But fierce Andronicus would not relent:
Therefore, away with her note, and note use her as you will;
The worse to her, the better loved of me.
note

Lav.
O Tamora, be call'd a gentle queen note,
And with thine own hands kill me in this place!

-- 464 --


For 'tis not life that I have begg'd so long;
Poor I was slain when Bassianus note died.

Tam. note
What begg'st thou then? fond woman, let me go note.

Lav.
'Tis present death I beg; and one thing more
That womanhood denies my tongue to tell:
O, keep me from their worse than killing lust,
And tumble me into some loathsome pit,
Where never man's eye may behold my body:
Do this, and be a charitable murderer.

Tam.
So should I rob my sweet sons of their fee:
No, let them satisfy their lust on thee.
note

Dem.
Away! for thou hast stay'd us here too long.
note

Lav.
No grace? no womanhood? Ah, beastly creature!
The blot and enemy to note our general name!
Confusion fall— note
note

Chi.
Nay, then I'll stop your mouth. Bring thou her husband: note
This is the hole where Aaron bid us hide him.
[Demetrius note throws the body of Bassianus into the pit; then exeunt Demetrius and Chiron, dragging off Lavinia.

Tam.
Farewell, my sons: see that you make her sure.
Ne'er let my heart know merry cheer indeed,
Till all the Andronici note be made away.
Now will I hence to seek my lovely Moor,
And let my spleenful sons this trull deflower.
[Exit. Re-enter note Aaron, with Quintus and Martius. note note

Aar. note
Come on, my lords, the better foot before:

-- 465 --


Straight will I bring you to the loathsome note pit
Where I espied the panther fast asleep.

Quin.
My sight is very dull, whate'er it bodes.

Mart.
And mine, I promise you; were it note not for shame,
Well could I leave our sport to sleep awhile.
[Falls note into the pit.

Quin.
What, art thou fall'n? What subtle hole is this, note
Whose mouth is cover'd note with rude-growing note briers,
Upon whose leaves are drops of new-shed blood
As fresh as morning note dew distill'd on flowers?
A very fatal place it seems to me.
Speak, brother, hast thou hurt thee with the fall?

Mart. note
O brother, with the dismal'st note object note hurt note
That ever eye with sight made heart lament!

Aar. [Aside note]
Now will I fetch the king to find them here,
That he thereby may have note a likely guess
How these were they that made away his brother.
[Exit. note note

Mart.
Why dost not comfort me, and help me out
From this unhallow'd note and blood-stained hole?

Quin.
I am surprised with an uncouth note fear;
A chilling note sweat o'er-runs my trembling joints;
My heart suspects more than mine eye can see.

Mart.
To prove thou hast a true-divining note heart,
Aaron and thou look down into this den note,
And see a fearful sight of blood and death.

Quin.
Aaron is gone; and my compassionate heart note
Will not permit mine eyes once to behold

-- 466 --


The thing whereat it trembles by surmise:
O, tell me how note it is; for ne'er till now
Was I a child to fear I know not what.

Mart.
Lord Bassianus lies embrewed here,
All on a heap, like to a note slaughter'd lamb,
In this detested, dark, blood-drinking pit.

Quin.
If it be dark, how dost thou know 'tis he? note

Mart.
Upon his bloody finger he doth wear
A precious ring, that lightens all the note hole,
Which, like a taper in some monument,
Doth shine upon the dead man's earthy note cheeks,
And shows the ragged entrails of the note pit:
So pale did shine the moon on Pyramus
When he by night lay bathed in maiden blood.
O brother, help me with thy fainting hand—
If fear hath made thee note faint, as me it hath—
Out of this fell devouring note receptacle,
As hateful as Cocytus' note misty mouth.

Quin.
Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee out;
Or, wanting strength to do thee so much good,
I may be pluck'd into the swallowing womb
Of this deep pit, poor Bassianus' grave.
I have no strength to pluck thee to the brink.

Mart.
Nor note I no strength to climb without thy help.

Quin.
Thy hand once more; I note will not loose note again,
Till thou art here aloft, or I below:
Thou canst not come to me: I come to thee.
[Falls in. note Enter note Saturninus with Aaron. note

Sat.
Along with me: I'll see what hole is here,

-- 467 --


And what he is that now is leap'd into it note.
Say, who art thou that lately didst descend
Into this gaping hollow of the earth? note

Mart.
The unhappy son of old Andronicus;
Brought hither in a most unlucky hour,
To find thy brother Bassianus dead.

Sat.
My brother dead! I know thou dost but jest:
He and his lady both are at the lodge
Upon the north side of this pleasant chase;
'Tis not an hour since I left them note there.

Mart.
We know not where you left them note all alive;
But, out, alas! here have we found him dead.
Re-enter note Tamora, with Attendants; note Titus Andronicus, note and Lucius.

Tam.
Where is my lord the king?

Sat. note
Here, Tamora; though grieved note with killing grief.

Tam.
Where is thy brother Bassianus?

Sat.
Now to the bottom dost thou search my wound:
Poor Bassianus here lies murdered.

Tam. [Giving a letter note]
Then all too late I bring this fatal writ,
The complot of this timeless tragedy;
And wonder greatly that man's face can fold
In pleasing smiles such murderous tyranny.

Sat. [Reads note]
‘An note if we miss to meet him handsomely—
Sweet huntsman, Bassianus 'tis we mean—
Do thou so much as dig the grave for him:
Thou know'st our meaning. Look for thy reward note

-- 468 --


Among the nettles at the elder-tree
Which overshades the mouth of that same pit
Where we decreed to bury Bassianus.
Do this and purchase us thy lasting friends.’
O note Tamora! was ever heard the like?
This is the pit, and this the elder-tree.
Look, sirs, if you can find the huntsman out
That should have murder'd note Bassianus here. note

Aar.
My gracious lord, here is the bag of gold.

Sat. [To Titus note]
Two of thy whelps, fell curs of bloody kind,
Have here bereft my brother of his life.
Sirs, drag them from the pit unto the prison:
There let them bide until we have devised
Some never-heard-of torturing note pain for them.

Tam.
What, are they in this pit? O wondrous thing! note
How easily murder is discovered!

Tit.
High emperor, upon my feeble knee
I beg this boon, with tears not lightly shed,
That this fell fault of my accursed sons,
Accursed, if the fault note be proved in them— note

Sat.
If it be proved! you see it is apparent.
Who found this letter? Tamora, was it you?

Tam.
Andronicus himself did take it up.

Tit.
I did, my lord: yet let me be their bail; note
For, by my fathers' note reverend note tomb, I vow
They shall be ready at your highness' will
To answer their suspicion note with their lives.

-- 469 --

Sat.
Thou shalt not bail them: see thou follow me.
Some bring the murder'd note body, some the murderers:
Let them not speak a word; the note guilt is plain;
For, by my soul, were there worse end than death, note
That end upon them should be executed.

Tam.
Andronicus, I will entreat the king: note
Fear not thy sons; they shall do well enough.

Tit.
Come, Lucius, come; stay not to talk with them. note
[Exeunt. note note Scene IV. [Footnote: Another note part of the forest. Enter note Demetrius and Chiron, with Lavinia, ravished; her hands cut off, and her tongue cut out.

Dem.
So, now go tell, an note if thy tongue can speak,
Who 'twas that cut note thy tongue and ravish'd thee.

Chi.
Write down thy mind, bewray thy meaning so,
An if thy stumps will let thee play note the scribe.

Dem.
See, how with signs and tokens she can scrowl note.

Chi.
Go home, call for sweet water, wash thy hands. note

Dem.
She hath no tongue to call, nor hands to wash;
And so let's leave her to her silent walks.

Chi.
An note 'twere my case note, I should go hang myself.

-- 470 --

Dem.
If thou hadst hands to help thee knit the cord.
[Exeunt note Demetrius and Chiron. Horns winded within. note Enter Marcus, from hunting. note

Mar.
Who is note this? my niece, that flies away so fast! note
Cousin, a word note; where is your husband? note
If I do dream, would all my wealth would wake me!
If I do wake, some planet strike me down,
That I may slumber in eternal sleep!
Speak, gentle niece, what stern ungentle hands
Have note lopp'd and hew'd and made thy body bare
Of her two branches, those sweet ornaments,
Whose circling shadows kings have sought to sleep in,
And might not gain so great a happiness
As have note thy love? Why dost not speak to me?
Alas, a crimson river of warm blood,
Like to a bubbling fountain stirr'd with wind,
Doth rise and fall between thy rosed note lips,
Coming and going with thy honey breath.
But, sure, some Tereus hath deflowered thee,
And, lest thou shouldst detect him note, cut thy tongue.
Ah, now thou turn'st away thy face for shame!
And, notwithstanding all this loss of blood,
As from a conduit with three note issuing spouts,
Yet do thy cheeks look red as Titan's face
Blushing to be encounter'd with a cloud.
Shall I speak for thee? shall I say 'tis so? note

-- 471 --


O, that I knew thy heart note; and knew the beast,
That I might rail at him, to ease my mind!
Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopp'd,
Doth burn the heart to cinders where it is.
Fair Philomel, why she note but lost her tongue,
And in a tedious sampler sew'd note her mind:
But, lovely niece, that mean is cut from thee;
A craftier Tereus, cousin, hast thou met, note
And he hath cut those pretty fingers off,
That could have better sew'd note than Philomel.
O, had the monster seen those lily hands
Tremble, like aspen-leaves, upon a lute,
And make the silken strings delight to kiss them,
He would not then have touch'd them for his life!
Or, had he heard the heavenly harmony
Which that sweet tongue hath made note,
He would have dropp'd his knife, and fell note asleep
As Cerberus at the Thracian poet's feet.
Come, let us go and make thy father blind;
For such a sight will blind a father's eye:
One hour's storm will drown the fragrant meads;
What will whole months of tears thy father's eyes?
Do not draw back, for we will mourn with thee:
O, could our mourning note ease thy misery! [Exeunt.

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William Aldis Wright [1863–1866], The works of William Shakespeare edited by William George Clark... and John Glover [and William Aldis Wright] (Macmillan and Co., London) [word count] [S10701].
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