Reading Titus Andronicus — William Shakespeare

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Tit.

Come, come Lauinia, looke, thy Foes are

bound,

Sirs stop their mouthes, let them not speake to me,

But let them heare what fearefull words I vtter.

Oh Villaines, Chiron, and Demetrius,

Here stands the spring whom you haue stain'd

with mud,

This goodly Sommer with your Winter mixt,

You kil'd her husband, and for that vil'd

fault,

Two of her Brothers were condemn'd to death,

My hand cut off, and made a merry iest,

Both her sweet Hands, her Tongue, and that more deere

Then Hands or tongue, her spotlesse Chastity,

Inhumaine Traytors, you constrain'd and

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