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ACT IV IT
Scene I IT
Enter Lucius’ son and Lavinia running after him, and the boy flies from
her with his books under his arm. Enter Titus and Marcus.
BOY
Help, grandsire, help! my aunt Lavinia
Follows me everywhere, I know not why.
Good uncle Marcus see how swift she comes.
Alas, sweet aunt, I know not what you mean.
MARCUS
Stand by me, Lucius; do not fear thine aunt.
T IT US
She loves thee, boy, too well to do thee harm.
BOY
Ay, when my father was in Rome she did.
MARCUS
What means my niece Lavinia by these signs?
T IT US
Fear her hot, Lucius: somewhat doth she mean.
See, Lucius, see, how much she makes of thee: [10]
Somewhither would she have thee go with her.
Ah, boy, Cornelia never with more care
Read to her sons than she hath read to thee
Sweet poetry and Tully’s Orator.
[MARCUS]
Canst thou not guess wherefore she plies thee thus?
