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LUCIUS

Come hither, boy; come, come, and learn of us [160]
To melt in showers; thy grandsire loved thee well;
Many a time he danced thee on his knee,
Sung thee asleep, his loving breast thy pillow;
Many a story hath he told to thee,
And bid thee bear his pretty tales in mind,
And talk of them when he was dead and gone.

MARCUS

How many thousand times hath these poor lips,
When they were living, warmed themselves on thine!
O now, sweet boy, give them their latest kiss.
Bid him farewell; commit him to the grave; [170]
Do him that kindness, and take leave of him.

BOY

O, grandsire, grandsire, even with all my heart
Would I were dead, so you did live again!
O lord, I cannot speak to him for weeping,
My tears will choke me, if I ope my mouth.

Re-enter Attendants, with Aaron.

ROMAN

You sad Andronici, have done with woes;
Give sentence on this execrable wretch,
That hath been breeder of these dire events.

LUCIUS

Set him breast-deep in earth and famish him;
There let him stand and rave and cry for food. [180]
If any one relieves or pities him,
For the offence he dies. This is our doom.
Some stay to see him fastened in the earth.

AARON

Ah, why should wrath be mute, and fury dumb?
I am no baby, I, that with base prayers
I should repent the evils I have done;