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T IT US Exeunt.

Ha, ha, ha!

MARCUS

Why dost thou laugh? it fits not with this hour.

T IT US

Why, I have not another tear to shed;
Besides, this sorrow is an enemy,
And would usurp upon my wat’ry eyes,
And make them blind with tributary tears;
Then which way shall I find Revenge’s Cave? [270]
For these two heads do seem to speak to me,
And threat me I shall never come to bliss
Till all these mischiefs be returned again,
Even in their throats that hath committed them.
Come, let me see what task I have to do.
You heavy people, circle me about,
That I may turn me to each one of you
And swear unto my soul to right your wrongs.
The vow is made. Come, brother, take a head;
And in this hand the other will I bear. [280]
And, Lavinia, thou shalt be employed in these things;
Bear thou my hand, sweet wench, between thy teeth.
As for thee, boy, go, get thee from my sight.
Thou art an exile, and, thou must not stay:
Hie to the Goths, I and raise an army there,
And, if ye love me, as I think you do,
Let’s kiss and part, for we have, much to do.

LUCIUS

Farewell Andronicus, my noble father,
The woefull’st man that ever lived in Rome.
Farewell, proud Rome, till Lucius come again: [290]
He loves his pledges dearer than his life.
Farewell, Lavinia, my noble sister:
O, would thou wert as thou tofore hast been!
But now nor Lucius nor Lavinia lives
But in oblivion and hateful griefs.
If Lucius live, he will requite your wrongs,