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O； take this warm kiss on thy pale cold lips。 ＇Kisses TITUS＇ These
sorrowful drops upon thy blood…stain'd face； The last true duties of thy
noble son！ MARCUS。 Tear for tear and loving kiss for kiss Thy brother
Marcus tenders on thy lips。 O； were the sum of these that I should pay
Countless and infinite； yet would I pay them！ LUCIUS。 Come hither； boy；
come； come； come； and learn of us To melt in showers。 Thy grandsire
lov'd thee well； Many a time he danc'd thee on his knee； Sung thee asleep；
his loving breast thy pillow； Many a story hath he told to thee； And bid
thee bear his pretty tales in mind And talk of them when he was dead and
gone。 MARCUS。 How many thousand times hath these poor lips； When
they were living； warm'd themselves on thine！ O； now； sweet boy； give
them their latest kiss！ Bid him farewell； commit him to the grave； Do them
that kindness； and take leave of them。 BOY。 O grandsire； grandsire！ ev'n
with all my heart Would I were dead； so you did live again！ O Lord； I
cannot speak to him for weeping； My tears will choke me； if I ope my
mouth。
Re…enter attendants with AARON A ROMAN。 You sad Andronici；
have done with woes； Give sentence on the execrable wretch That hath
been breeder of these dire events。 LUCIUS。 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 fast'ned in the earth。 AARON。 Ah； why should wrath be mute
and fury dumb？ I am no baby； I； that with base prayers I should repent the
evils 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。 LUCIUS。 Some loving friends convey the Emperor
hence； And give him burial in his father's grave。 My father and Lavinia
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shall forthwith Be closed in our household's monument。 As for that
ravenous tiger； Tamora； No funeral rite； nor man in mourning weed； No
mournful bell shall ring her burial； But throw her forth to beasts and birds
to prey。 Her life was beastly and devoid of pity； And being dead； let birds
on her take pity。 Exeunt
THE END
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