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<HEAD>The Lamentable and Tragical Hi&s;tory of <HI>Titus Andronicus.</HI></HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">With the fall of his five and twenty Sons in the Wars of <HI>Goths,</HI> with the manner of his Daughter <HI>Lavinia,</HI> by the Empre&s;&s;es two Sons, through the means of a bloody Moor, taken by the Sword of <HI>Titus,</HI> in the War; his revenge upon their cruel and inhumane Act.</HEAD>
<OPENER>To the Tune of, <HI>Fortune my Foe.</HI></OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>YOu Noble minds, and famous Martial wights,</L>
<L>That in defence of Native Country fights,</L>
<L>Give ear to me, that ten years fought for <HI>Rome,</HI></L>
<L>Yet reap'd di&s;grace at my returning home.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In <HI>Rome</HI> I liv'd in &s;ame full three&s;core years,</L>
<L>My name beloved was of all my P&eacute;ers,</L>
<L>Full five and twenty valiant Sons I had,</L>
<L>Who&s;e forward vertues made their Father glad.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For when <HI>Romes</HI> Foes their warlike forces felt,</L>
<L>Again&s;t them &s;till my Sons and I were &s;ent,</L>
<L>Again&s;t the <HI>Goths</HI> full ten years weary war,</L>
<L>We &s;pent, receiving many a bloody &s;car.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ju&s;t two and twenty of my Sons were &s;lain,</L>
<L>Before I did return to <HI>Rome</HI> again;</L>
<L>Of five and twenty Sons I brought but three</L>
<L>Alive, the &s;tately Tower of <HI>Rome</HI> to &s;ee.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When Wars were done, I conque&s;t home did bring</L>
<L>And did pre&s;ent my Pri&s;oners to the King:</L>
<L>The Queen of <HI>Goths,</HI> her Sons, and eke a Moor,</L>
<L>Who did &s;uch Murder like was none before.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Emperor did make the Queen his wife,</L>
<L>Which bread in <HI>Rome</HI> debate and deadly &s;trife:</L>
<L>The Moor with her two Sons did grow &s;o proud,</L>
<L>That none like them in <HI>Rome</HI> was then allow'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Moor &s;o pleas'd this new made Empre&s;s eye,</L>
<L>That &s;he con&s;ented to him &s;ecretly,</L>
<L>For to abu&s;e her Husbands Marriage-bed,</L>
<L>And &s;o in time a Black-a-moor &s;he bred.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then &s;he who&s;e thoughts to murder was inclin'd,</L>
<L>Con&s;ented with the Moor with bloody mind,</L>
<L>Again&s;t my &s;elf, my kin, and all my friends,</L>
<L>In cruel &s;ort to bring them to their ends.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>So when in age I thought to live in peace,</L>
<L>Both woe and grief began then to encrea&s;e,</L>
<L>Among&s;t my Sons I had one daughter bright,</L>
<L>Which joy'd and plea&s;ed be&s;t my aged &s;ight.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My <HI>Lavinia</HI> was betrothed then,</L>
<L>To <HI>Ce&s;ars</HI> Son a young and noble man,</L>
<L>Who in a hunting, by the Emperours wife,</L>
<L>And her two Sons, bereaved was of life,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>He being &s;lain, was ca&s;t in cruel wi&s;e,</L>
<L>Into a dark&s;om den from light of skies;</L>
<L>The cruel Moor did come that way as then,</L>
<L>With my three Sons, who fell into the Den.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Moor then fetcht the Emperor with &s;peed,</L>
<L>For to accu&s;e them of that murderous d&eacute;ed,</L>
<L>And when my Sons within the Den was found,</L>
<L>In wrongful pri&s;on were they ca&s;t and bound.</L>
</LG>
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<LG>
<L>BVt now behold what wounded mo&s;t my mind,</L>
<L>The Empre&s;&s;es two Sons of Tygers kind,</L>
<L>My Daughter ravi&s;hed without remor&s;e,</L>
<L>And took away her honour quite perforce.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When they had ta&s;ted of &s;o &s;weet a flower,</L>
<L>Fearing this &s;weet &s;hould quickly turn to &s;owre,</L>
<L>They cut her tongue, whereby &s;he could not tell,</L>
<L>How that di&s;honour unto her befel.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then both her hands they ba&s;ely cut off quite,</L>
<L>Whereby their wickedne&s;s &s;he could not write,</L>
<L>Nor with her Needle on her Sampler &s;ow,</L>
<L>The bloody workers of her di&s;mal woe.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My brother <HI>Marcus</HI> found her in the Wood,</L>
<L>Staining the gra&s;ie ground with purple blood,</L>
<L>That trickled from her &s;tumps and handle&s;s arms,</L>
<L>No tongue at all &s;he had to tell her harms.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But when I &s;aw her in that woful ca&s;e,</L>
<L>With tears of blood I wet my aged face,</L>
<L>For my <HI>Lavinia</HI> I lamented more,</L>
<L>Then for my two and twenty Sons before.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When as I &s;aw &s;he could not write nor &s;peak,</L>
<L>With grief my aged heart began to break;</L>
<L>We &s;pread a heap of &s;and upon the ground,</L>
<L>Whereby the&s;e bloody Tyrants out we found.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For with a &s;taff, without the help of hand,</L>
<L>She writ the&s;e words upon a plot of &s;and:</L>
<L><HI>The Lu&s;tful &s;ons of the proud Empre&s;s,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Are doers of this hateful wickedne&s;s.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I tore the milk-white hairs from off my head,</L>
<L>I cur&s;t the hour wherein I fir&s;t was bred,</L>
<L>I wi&s;ht the hand that fought for countries fame,</L>
<L>In cradle rockt had fir&s;t been &s;trucken lame.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Moor delighting &s;till in villany,</L>
<L>Did &s;ay, to &s;et my Sons from pri&s;on free,</L>
<L>I &s;hould unto the King my right hand give,</L>
<L>And then my three impri&s;oned Sons &s;hould live.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Moor I caus'd to &s;trike it off with &s;peed,</L>
<L>Whereat I grieved not to &s;ee it bleed,</L>
<L>But for my Sons would willingly impart,</L>
<L>And for their ran&s;ome &s;end my bleeding heart.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But as my life did linger then in vain,</L>
<L>They &s;ent to me my bootle&s;s hand again:</L>
<L>And therewithal the heads of my three &s;ons,</L>
<L>Which fill'd my dying heart with fre&s;her groans.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then pa&s;t relief I up and down did go,</L>
<L>And with my tears writ in the du&s;t my woe,</L>
<L>I &s;hot my arrows towards Heaven high,</L>
<L>And for revenge to hell did &s;ometimes cry.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Empre&s;s thinking then that I was mad,</L>
<L>Like Furies &s;he and both her Sons were glad:</L>
<L>So nam'd revenge, and rape, and murder, they</L>
<L>To undermine and know what I would &s;ay.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I fed their fooli&s;h veins a little &s;pace,</L>
<L>Vntil my friends and I did find a place,</L>
<L>Where both her Sons unto a po&s;t was bound,</L>
<L>Where ju&s;t revenge in cruel &s;ort was found.</L>
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<LG>
<L>I cut their throats, my Daughter held the pan,</L>
<L>Betwixt her &s;tumps, wherein the blood then ran;</L>
<L>And then I ground their bones to powder &s;mall,</L>
<L>And made a pa&s;te for pies &s;traight therewithal.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then with their fle&s;h I made two mighty Pies,</L>
<L>And at a Banquet &s;erv'd in &s;tately wi&s;e,</L>
<L>Before the Empre&s;s &s;et this loath&s;om meat,</L>
<L>So of her Sons own fle&s;h &s;he well did eat.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My &s;elf bereav'd my daughter then of life,</L>
<L>The Empre&s;s then I &s;lew with bloody knife,</L>
<L>And &s;tab'd the Emperor immediately,</L>
<L>And then my &s;elf, even &s;o did <HI>Titus</HI> dye.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then this revenge again&s;t the Moor was found,</L>
<L>Alive they let him half into the ground;</L>
<L>Whereas he &s;tood until &s;uch time he &s;tarv'd,</L>
<L>And &s;o God &s;end all Murderers may be &s;erv'd.</L>
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<P>Printed for <HI>F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright</HI> and <HI>J. Clarke.</HI></P>
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