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My everlasting doom of banishment.
T IT US
O happy man! they have befriended thee.
Why, foolish Lucius, dost thou not perceive
That Rome is but a wilderness of tigers?
Tigers must prey, and Rome affords no prey
But me and mine. How happy art thou then,
From these devourers to be banishèd!
But who comes with our brother Marcus here?
Enter Marcus with Lavinia.
MARCUS
Titus, prepare thy agèd eyes to weep,
Or if not so, thy noble heart to break: [60]
I bring consuming sorrow to thine age.
T IT US
Will it consume me? let me see it then.
MARCUS
This was thy daughter.
T IT US
Why, Marcus, so she is.
LUCIUS
Ay me, this object kills me!
T IT US
Faint-hearted boy, arise, and look upon her.
Speak, Lavinia, what accursèd hand
Hath made handless in thy father’s sight?
What fool hath added water to the sea,
Or brought a faggot to bright-burning Troy?
My grief was at the height before thou cam’st, [70]
And now like Nilus it disdaineth bounds.
Give me a sword, I’ll chop off my hands too,
For they have fought for Rome, and all in vain;
