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And, from the place where you behold us now,

The poor remainder of Andronici

Will, hand in hand, all headlong cast us down,

And on the ragged stones beat forth our brains,

And make a mutual closure of our house.

Speak, Romans, speak! and if you say we shall,

Lo! hand in hand, Lucius and I will fall.

Æmil. Come, come, thou reverend man of Rome,

And bring our emperor gently in thy hand,

Lucius, our emperor; for well I know

The common voice do cry it shall be so.

[Romans.] Lucius, all hail! Rome's royal emperor!

Mar. [To Attendants.] Go, go into old Titus' sorrowful house,

And hither hale that misbelieving Moor,

To be adjudg'd some direful slaughtering death,

As punishment for his most wicked life.

[Exeunt Attendants.]

[Lucius, Marcus, and the Others descend.]

[Romans.] Lucius, all hail! Rome's gracious governor!

Luc. Thanks, gentle Romans: may I govern so,

To heal Rome's harms, and wipe away her woe!

But, gentle people, give me aim awhile,

For nature puts me to a heavy task.

Stand all aloof; but, uncle, draw you near,

To shed obsequious tears upon this trunk.

O! take this warm kiss on thy pale cold lips,

These sorrowful drops upon thy blood-stain'd face,

The last true duties of thy noble son!

Mar. Tear for tear, and loving kiss for kiss,

 134 closure: end

149 give me aim; cf. n.

152 obsequious tears: tears befitting a funeral

