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TiL Tut 1 I have work enough for you to do.
Publios, come hither, Caius, and Valentine.

Enter Pubuus and others.

Pub, What is your will ?

TCt. Know yon these two ?

jPu6. The empress* sons, I take them, Cliii'on,

Demetrius.
TU, Fie, Publius,fie; thou art too much deceived:
The one Is Murther, lUpe is the otherV name;
And therefore bind them, gentle Publiu^:
Caius and Valentine, Uy hands on them.
Oft have you heard me wish for such an hour.
And now I find it ; therefore hind them sure,
And stop their mouths if they begin to cry.

[EzU TiT. Pub., <€c lay hold on Ceu.
cmd Demet.
ChL VilUins, forbear 1 wo are the empress' 8ons.
AiA. And therefore do we what we are com-
manded.
Stop dose their mouths; let them not speak a

word;
Is he sure bound ? look that you bind them fast.

Enter Tmw Andronicus with a hnife^ and
Lavinia with a basin,

TU, Come, come, Lavinia; look, thy foes are

bound :
Sirs, stop their months ; let them not speak to me,
But let them hear what fearful words I utter.
Oh, villains, Chiron and Demetrius I
Here sunds the spring whom you havestain'd

with mud;
Thb goodly summer with your winter mix'd.
You kiird her husband ; and for that vile fault
Two of her brothers were condemned to death,
My hand cut off, and made a merry je>t;
Both her sweet hands, her tongue, and that mora

dear
Than hands or tongue, her spotless chastitv.
Inhuman traitors, you constrain d and forcd.
What would you say if I should let you speak?
Villains, for shame yon could not beg for grace.



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Hark, wretches, how I mean to martyr you.

This one hand yet is left to cut your throats,

Whilst that Lavinia 'tween her stumps duth holU

The basin that receives your guilty blood.

You know your mother means to feast with me*

And calls herself Kevenge, and thinks me road.

Hark, villains 1 I will giind vour bones to dust.

And with your blood and it Til make a paste.

And of the paitte a coffin I will rear.

And make two pasties of your shameful beads.

And bid that strumpet, your unliallowM dam,

Like to* the earth, swallow her own increase.

This is the feast that 1 have bid her to.

And this the banquet she bhall surfeit on :

For worse than Philomel you used my daoghtar

And worse than Progn^ I will be reveng'd.

And now prepare your throats: Lavinia, come,

Reoeive the blood ; and when that they are dead.

Let me go grmd their bones to powder small,

And with this hateful li(^uor temper it,

And in that paste let their vile heads be bak'd.

Come, come, be everyone officious

To make this banquet, which I wish mav prove

More stem and bloody than the centaura feast.

Ule cuts their throats.
So ; DOW bring them in, for I *11 play the cook.
And see them ready against their mother c mea.

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SCENE IIL— Titus'b House. A iVnaZiM.

Enter Lucius, Marcus, and the Goths, wUl
Aaroh.

Luc Uncle Marcus, since *tis my father*s mind
That I repair to Kome, I am content.

Chth, And ours, with thine ; be£&ll what fortune
will

Lmc Good unde, take you in this barbarous
Moor,
This ravenous tiger, this accursed devil ;
Let him receive no sustenance, fetter him,
Till he be brought unto the empress' face.
For testimony of her foul proceedings:
And see the ambush of our friends be strong:
I fear the emperor means no good to us.

Aaron, Some devil whisper curses in mine ear,
And prompt me that my tongue may utter forth
The venomous malice of my swelling heart!

Luc Away, inhuman dog, unhallowed slave I
Sirs, help our uncle to convey him in.
The trumpets show the emperor is at hand.

[FlourM.

Sound trumpets. .SWier SATURxnara orui Tamora,
with Tribunes and others.

Sat, What, hath the firmament more sunt than

one?
Luc What boots it thee to call thyself a sun ?
Marc Rome's emperor, and nephew, break the
parle!
These quarrels must be quietly debated.
The feast is ready, which the carefnl Titus
Hath ordained to an honourable end ;
For peace, for love, for league, and good to Rome :
Please you, therefore, draw nigh, and take your
places.
Sat, Marcus, we wilL [HaulAoys,

Enter Titus, Uhe a cook, placing the meat on the
table; Lavinia, unth a veU over her face; young
Lucius, and others,

TU. Welcome, my gruloos lord; weleome,
dread queen;

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TITUS ANDRONICUS,
Welcome, je vnrlike Goths; welcome, Lncius;
And welcome, all ; althongh the cheer be poor,
Twill fill your stomachs ; please 70a eat of it.
Sat, Why art thou thus attir'd, Andronicns?
TiL Because I would be sure to have ali well,
To entertain jour highness, and your empress.
Tom, We are beholding to 70a, gooa Andro-
nicns.
TU, An if yonr highness knew m7 heart, 700
were!
My lord the emperor, resoWe me this:
Was it well done of rash Virginius,
To sla7 his daughter with his own right hand,
Because she was enforced, stain'd, and deflower 'd?
Sat, It was, Andronicns.
TU. Tonr reason, mighty lord ?
StU. Becaose the girl should not snrviye her
shame.
And b7 her presence still renew his sorrows.

Tit. A reason mighty, strong, and effectual ;
A pattern, precedent, and livel7 warrant,
For me, ma<<t wretched, to pertorm the like.
Die, die, Lavinia, and th7 shame with thee,
And with th7 shame th7 father^ sorrow die.

[ffekiUther.
Sat, What hast thon done, nnnatural and

nnkind?
TU* Kiird her, for whom m7 tears haye made
me blind,
lam as woful as Virginias was,
And have a thousand times more caase than he
To do this outras;e ; and it is now done.
SaL Wliat, was she ravish'd? tell, who did the

deed?
TiL Willt please yon eat, willt please your

highness feed ?
Toon, Why hast thou slain thine onl7 daughter ?
Til, Not f ; 'twas Chiron and Demetrius.
They ravish'd her, and out awa7 hei^ tongue,
And they, ^was they, that did her all this wrong.
Sat, Go fetch them hither to us presently.
TU, Why, there they are both, baked in that
pie.
Whereof their mother daintily hath fed.
Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred,
"Tis true, 'tis true, witness my knife's sharp point.
[He stabs Tamora.
SaL Die, frantic wretch, for this accurs'd deed 1
Fife ifc»as Titos.
I^ue. Can the son's eye behold his father bleed?
There's meed for meed ; death for a deadly deed.
[i/« kills Saturninus. The jxopU disperse
in terror.
Marc Ton sad-&c'd men, people and sons of
Rome,
By uproars sover'd, like a flight of fowl
Scatter'd by winds and high tempestuous mists.



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When subue Greeks surprlsM King Priam*8 Troy
Tell us what 8inon hath bewitch a our ears.
Or who hath brought the fatal engine in
That gives our Troy, our Rome, the civil wound
My heart is not compact of flint nor steel,
Nor can I utter all our bitter grief;
But floods of tears will drown my oratory.
And break my very utterance, even in the time
When it should move you to attend me most.
Lending your kind commiseration.
Here is a captain; let him tell the tale ;
Tour hearts will throb and weep to hear him
speak.
Lue. Theujiioble auditory, be it known to you.
That cursed Chiron and Demetrius
Were they that murtbered our emperor^ brother,
And they it was that ravished our sister:
For theur fell faults our brothers were beheaded ;
Our father's tears despis'd, and basely cozened
Of that true hand that fought Rome's quarrel out,
And sent her enemies unto the grave :
Lastly, myself, unkindly banished;
The gates shut on me, and turn'd weepmg out,
To beg relief amongst Home^ enemies.
Who drown'd their enmity in my true tears.
And op'd their arms to embrace me as a friend ;
And 1 am the turned forth, be it known to yon,
That have preserv'd her welfare in my blood,
And from her bosom took the enemy's point,
Sheathing the steel in my adventurous body.
Alas, you know I am no vaunter, I,
My scars can witness, dumb although they are.
That my report is just and full of truth.
But soft, methinks I do digress too much,
Citing my wortliless praise. Oh, pardon me.
For, when no friends are by, men praise them-
selves.
Mare. Now is my turn to speak: behold this
child ;
Of this was Tamora delivered,
The issue of an irrelij^ious Moor,
Chief architect and plotter of these woes.
The villain is alive m Titus' house,
Damn'd as he is, to witness this is true.
Now judge what cause had Titus to revenge
These wrongs, unspeakable |)ast patience.
Or more than any living man could bear.
Now you have heard the truth, what say you,

Romans?
Have we done aught amiss ? show us wherein.
And, from the place where you behold us now,
The poor remainder of Andronici
Will band 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 hill.



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TITUS ANDRONICUS.



To shed obMqnioiis tears npon this trank.
Oh, take this warm kiss on thy pale aM lips,

[Kisaea Trrus.
These sorrowful drops upon thy blood-stain 'd face,
The last true duties of thy noble son.

Mare, Tear for tear, and loving kiss for kiss,
Thy brother Marcus tenders on thy lips.
Oh, were the sum of these that I should pay
Countless and infinite, yet would I pay them.

Luc. Come hither, boy; come, come, and learn
of OS
To melt in showers. Thy grandsire loT'd thee

well;
Many a time he danced thee on his knee,
8ung thee asleep, his loving breast thy pillow ;
Many a matter nath he told to thee.
Meet and agreeing with thine infancy;
In that respect, then, like a loving child.
Shed yet some small drops from th^ tender spring.
Because kind nature doth require it so:
Friends should associate friends in grief and woe.
Bid him farewell, commit him to the grave,
Do him that kindness and take leave of him.

Boy. 0, grandsire, grandsire, even with all my
heart
Would I were dead, so yon did live again t
0, Lord, I cannot speak to him for weeping;
My tears will choke me if I ope my mouth.

Enter Attendants, toUh Aarom.

Tou sad Andronioi, haTe done with



"Oive sentence on this execrable wreteh,
That hath been breeder of these dire events.

Luc Set him breast-deep in earth, and :
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 fastened in the earUu

Aaron, Ah I why should wrath be mate, 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 X did,
I do repent it from my very souL

Lua, Some loving friends convey the emperor
hence
And give him burial in his father's grave.
My tather and Lavmia shall forthwith
Be closed in our household's monument:
As for that heinous tiger, Tamora,
No funVal rite, nor man in mournful weeds.
No moumful bell shall ring her burial ;
But throw her forth to beasts and birds of prey :
Her life was beastly and devoid of pity.
And, being so, shall have like want of pity.
See justice done on Aaron, that damn'a Moor,
By whom onr heavy haps had their beginning:
Then, afterwards, to order well the state,
That like events may ne'er it ruinate.



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DRAMATIS PERSONS.



APudvudhtoWUli.

BOULT, wmmt to tlM Pandw.

GOWER, M Ghonu.

Hm Danchtor of Antiodiu.

DIONTZA, wlfo to Claon. ^

THAI8A, dau^itor to Slmonidei.

KASINA, daarhter to PerlclM and Thaln.

LYCHOUDA, noTM to Marina.

Lordi, Xnlghta, Ballon, Pirates,



SOEIIB.— Dlipenedly in vaclona OovBtrlM.



ACT L



EnUr GowBB.
B^fon the Flalace 0/ Antioch.



To sing a song of old was sung,

From ashes ancient GK>wer is come ;

Assuming man's infirmities,

To gla I your ear, and please your eyes.

It hath been sung, at festivals,

On ember-eves, and holy-ales ;

And lords and ladies, in their lives

Have read it for restoratives.

The purpose is to make men glorious ;

Et bommtf quo anfiyittus, eo meiut*.

If you, bom in these latter times.

When wit's more ripe, accept my rhymes,

And that to hear an old man sing,

May to your wishes plea.sure briiifj,

I life would wish, and that I might

Waste it for you, like taper-light.

Thii Antioch then, Antioohus the Great

Built up, this city, for his chiefest seat;

The fairest in all Syria

?tell you what mine authors say) :
his king unto him took a pheere.
Who died and left a female heir.
So buxom, biythe, and full of face.
As Keaven had lent her all his grace:
With whom the father liking took,
And her to incest did provoke ;
Bad child, worse father ! to entice his own
To evil, should be done by none.



SCENE I.— The Ptilace q/^ Antioch,



Enter Ahtiochus, Pericles, and Attendants.

Ant. Young Prince of Tyre, you have at large
receiv'd
The danger of the task you undertake :

Per. 1 have. Antiochus, and with a soul
Embolden 'd with the glory of her praise.
Think death no hazard, in this enterprise. [Musw,

Ant. Bring in our daughter, clothed like a
bride,
For the embracements, eTcn of Jove himself;
At whose conception (till Lucina reign'd)
Nature this dowry gave, to glad her presence
The senate-house of planets all did sit,
To knit in her their best perfectioas.

Enter the Daughter 0/ Antiochus.
P^, See where she oomes, appareird like the
spring,
(traces her subject, and her thoughts the king
Of every virtue gives renown to men I
Her face the book of praises, where is read
Nothing but curious pleasures, as from thence
Sorrow were ever 'ras'd, and testy wrath
Could never be her mild companion.
Ye gods that made me man, and sway in love,
That have inflam'd desire within my breast
To taste the fruit of yon celestial tree.
Or die in the adventure, be my helps,
As I am son and servant to your will.
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Here they sund martTrt, slain in Capldls wars ;
And with dead clieeks advise tliee to desist
For going on Death^s net, whom none resist

Fier, Antiochus, I thank thee, who has taught
My frail mortality to know itself,
And by those tearful objects to prepare
, Thb body, like to them, to what I must :
For death remembered should be like a mirror,
Who tells us, life's but breath, to trust it error.
Ill make my will then ; and, as sick men do
Who know the world, see heavYi, but feeling woe,
Gripe not at earthly joys, as erst thej did;
So 1 bequeath a happy peace to you
And all good men, as every prince should do ;
My riches to the earth from whence they came ;
But my unspotted fire of love to you.

[To the Daughter of Antiochns*
Thus ready for the way of life or death,
I wait the sharpest blow.

Ant, Scorning advice ; read the conclusion then;
Which read and not expounded, 'tis decreed,
As these before, so thou thyself shalt bleed.

Dough, Of all ^say'd yet, mayst thou prove
prosperous f
Of all *sa^'d yet, I wish thee happiness I

JW. Like a bold champion T assume the lists,
Nor ask advice of any other thought,
But faithfulness and courage.

THBBIDDLBL

I am no viper, yet I feed
On motbeTB flesh which did me breed;
I sought a husband, in which labour,
I found that kindness in a father.
He's father, son, and husband mi]^
I mother, wife, and yet his child.
How they may be, and yet Ui two^
As you wiU Uve, resolve it you.

Sharp physio b the last : but O, ye powers 1
That give heaven countlessejes to view men's acts,
Why cloud they not their sights perpetually,
If this be true, which makes me pale to read it F
Fair ghus of light, I lov'd you, and could still,

[ TaJces hold of the hand of the Princess.
Were not this glorious casket storn with ill:
But I must telt you,— now, my thoughts revolt;
For he's no man on whom perfections wait,
That, knowing sin within, will touch the gate.
Ton Ve a fair viol, and your sense the strings;
Who. finger'd to make man his lawful music.
Would draw heav*n down, and all the gods to

hearken;
But being play'd upon before yonr time,
Hell only danceth at so harsh a chime :
Gk)od sooth, 1 care not for you.

Ant, Prince Pericles, touch not, upon thy life,
For that's an article within our law,
As dangerous as the rest. Your time^ expired;
Either expound now, or receive your sentence.

Per, Great kiog.
Few love to hear the sins they love to act;
Twould *braid yourself too near for me to tell it.
^ho hath a book of all that monarchs do,
He's more secure to keep it shut, than shown :
For vice repeated is like the wandVing wind.
Blows dust in others' e^es, to spread itself;
And vet the end of all is bought thus dear,
The Breath lh gone, and the sore eyes see clear;
To stop the air would hart them. The blind mole

casts
Copp*d hills toward heaven, to tell, the earth is

throng'd
B7 man's oppression ; and the poor worm doth die

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Kings are earth's gods : in vice their law^ their

will;
And if Jove stray, who dare say Jove doth ill? •
It is ennugh you know ; and it is fit,
What, being more known, grows worse, to smother

it-
All love the womb that their first being bred.
Then give my tongue like leave to love my head.
Ant. Heaven that I had thy head I he has found

the meaiiingl
But I will gloze with him. [Asidt,^ Tonng

Prince of Tyre,
Though by the tenor of our strict edict.
Your exposition m'sinterpreting.
We might proceed to cancel of your days;
Yet hope, succeeding from so fair a tree
As your fair self, doth tune us otherwise:
Forty dajrs longer we do respite you.
If by which time our secret be undone,
This mercy shows well joy in such a son:
And, until then, you? entertain shall be,
As doth befit our honour, and your worth.

[Exeunt Ant., hia Daughter, and Attendants.
/Vr. How courtesy would s^em to fover sin I
When what is done m like an hyprocite,
The which is good in nothing but in sight.
If it be true tliat I interpret false.
Then were it certain, you were not so bad,
As with foul incest to abuse vour soul;
Where now you're both a father and a son.
By your untimely claspings with your child
(Which pleasuie fits a husband, not a father)
And she an eater of her mother's flesh.
By the defiling of her parent's bed ;
And both like serpents are, who though thej fee.
On sweetest flowers, yet they poison breed.
Antioch, farewell 1 for wisdom sees, those men
Blush not in actions blacker than the night.
Will shun no course to keep them from theUght
One sin. I know, another doth provoke ;
Murders as near to lust, as flame to smoke.
Poison and treason are the hands of sin,
Ay, and the targets, to put off the shame :
Then, lest my life be cropp'd to keep you clear,
By flight 111 shun the danger which I fear. [ExiL

Be-mter Antiochus.

AMt, He hath found the meaning, for the which
we mean
To have his head :

He must not live to trumpet forth my infamy.
Nor tell the world Antiochus doth sin
In such a loathed manner :
And therefore instantly this prince must die;
For by his fall my honour must keep high.
Who attends us there?

FAiter Thaliard.

ThaL Doth your highness call ?

Ant, Thaliard, youVe of our chamber, and our
mind
Partakes her private actions to ^our secresy ;
And for your faithfulness we will advance yoo.
Thaliard, behold, here's poison and here's gold:
We hate the Prince of Tyre, and thou must kill

him;
It fits thee not to ask the reason why,
Because we bid it. Say, is it done r

ThaU My lord, 'tU done. -

JEii^er a Messenger.
Ant, Enough.

Let your breath cool voorself, telling your haste.

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Me$. Mj lord, Prince Perides is fled.

AnL Asthon

Wilt lire, flr after; and like an arrow, shot
Prom a well-experieno*d archer, bits the mark
His eye doth level at, so do thou ne*er retara,
Unless thoa say'st, Prince Pericles is dead.

ThaL M7 lord, if 1 can get him within mj
pistors length, 1*11 make him sore enough: so
iarewell to your highness. [ExiL

AfU, Thaliard, adieu 1 till Pericles be dead,
M7 heart can lend no snocoor to my head.

[JEbeeunt.

SCENE IL— Tyre.

BiUar Pbbiglbs, Heuoakus, and oOier Lords.

Per. Let none disturb ns : why should thb charge

of thoughts,—
The sad ooropanion, dull-ey*d melancholy,
By me n>el so nsd a guest, as not an hour,
In the oav^s glorious walk, or peaceful night
(The tomb where grief should sleep), can breed me

quiet?
Here pleasuren court mine eyes, and mine eyes

shun them.
And danger which I feared, is at Antioch,
Whose arm seems far too short to hit me here;
Tet neither pleasure's art can joy my spirits,
Nor yet the other's distance comfort me :
Then it is thus ; the passions of the mind,
That have their first oonoeption by mis^read.
Have after-nourishment and life by care ;
And what was first but fear what might be done,
Qrows elder now, and cares it be not done.
And so with me;~the great Antiochus
TGainst whom I am too little to contend.
Since he's so great, can make his will his act)
Will think me speaking, though I swear to silence ;
Nor boots it me to say 1 honour him.
If he suspect 1 mav dishonour him :
And what may make him blush in being knovm,
Hell stop the course bv which it might be known ;
With hostile forces hell o'erForead the land,
And with the stint of war will look so huge.
Amazement shall drive courage from the state ;
Our men be vanquish'd, ere they do resist.
And subjects punish'd that ne'er thought offence:
Which oare or them, not pity of myself
rWho am no more but as the tops of trees,
Wbieh fence the roots they grow by, and defend

them).
Makes both my body pine, and soul to languish,
And punbh that before, that he would punish.
1 Lord, Joy and all comfort in your sacred

bresst!
%Lord, And keep your mind, till yon return to US,
Peaceful and comfortable I

HeL Peace, peace, and give experience tongue:
Tliey do abuse the king that Hatter him.
For flattery is the bellows blows up sin ;
The thing the which is flatter'd, but a spark.
To which that spark gives heat and stronger

glowing;
Whereas reproof, obedient and in order.
Fits liin^ as they are men, for they may err.
When Signior Sooth here doth proclaim a peace.
He flatters you, makes war upon vour life :
Prince, pardon me. or strike me if you please,
I cannot be much lower than my knees.

Per. All leave us else ; but let your cares o'erlook
What shipping, and what lading's in our haven,
And then return to as. Helicanus, thou
Hast morad us* what seest thoa in oar looks?



i/eZ. An angry brow, dread lord.

Ptr, If there be such a dart in prmces* frowns.
How durst thy tongue move anger to our face?

HeL How dare the plants look up to heaven,
from whence
They have their nourishment.

Per, Thou know^st I have power to take thy life
from thee.

HeL I have ground the axe myself; do but you
strike the blow.

Pier. Rise, prithee, rise: sit down, thoa art no
flatterer;
I thank thee for it ; and heaven forbid,
That kings shoald let their ears hear thehr fkalts

liidl
Fit counsellor, and servant for a prince.
Who by thy wisdom mak'st a prince thy servant.
What wouldst thou have me do ?

HeL, To bear with patience

Such griefs as you yourself do lay upon yourself.

Per. Thou speak'st like a physician, Helicanus;
That minister'st a potion unto me.
That thou wouldst tremble to receive thyselt
Attend me then ; I went to Antioch,
Whereas, thou knowVt, against the face of death,
I sought the purchase of a glorious beauty.
From whence an issue I mi^ht propagate;
Are arms to princes, and bnng joys to subjects.
Her face was to mine eye beyond all wonder;
The rest (hark in thine ear) as black as incest ;
Which by my knowledge round, the sinful father
Seem'd not to strike, but smooth : but thou know*st

this,
Tis time to fear, when tyrants seem to loss.
Which fear so grew in me, I hither fled.
Under the covering of a careful night.
Who seem*d my good protector : and, being here,
Bethought me what was past, what might succeed
I knew him tyrannous, and tyrants' fears
Decrease not, but grow faster than the years*
And should he doubt it (as no doubt he doth),
That I should open to the Ibtening air.
How many worthy princes' bloods were shed.
To keep his bed of bUckness unlaid ope, —
To lop tliat doubt, he'll fill this land with armSj
And make pretence of wrong that 1 have done htm*
When all, for mine, if I may call't offence.
Must feel war's blow, who spares not innocence :
Which love to all (of which thyself art one.
Who now reprov'st me for it) —
HaL Alas, sir I

Per, Drew sleep oat of mine eyes, blood from
my cheeks^
Musings into my mmd, with thousand doubts
How I might stop this tempest ere it came ;
And finding little comfort to relieve them,
I thought it princely charity to grieve them.
HeL Well, my lord, since yoa have given me
leave to speak.



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