Reading Titus Andronicus — William Shakespeare

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Tam.

Not so my Lord,

The Gods of Rome fore‑fend,

I should be Authour to dishonour you.

But on mine honour dare, I vndertake

For good Lord Titus innocence in all:

Whose fury not dissembled speakes his griefes:

Then at my sute looke graciously on him,

Loose not so noble a friend on vaine suppose,

Nor with sowre lookes afflict his gentle heart.

My Lord, be rul'd by me, be wonne at last,

Dissemble all your griefes and discontents,

You are but newly planted in your Throne,

Least then the people, and Patricians too,

Vpon a iust suruey take Titus

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