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Hail, Rome!
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Victorious...
in thy mourning weeds!
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Lo, as the bark that hath
discharged her freight
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returns with precious lading
to the bay
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from whence at first
she weighed her anchorage,
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cometh Andronicus,
bound with laurel boughs,
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to re-salute his country
with his tears.
:07:10
Stand gracious to the rites
that we intend!
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Romans, of five and twenty valiant sons
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behold the poor remains,
alive and dead.
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These that survive,
let Rome reward with love.
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These that I bring
unto their latest home
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with burial amongst their ancestors.
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Here Goths have given me leave
to sheathe my sword.
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Titus, unkind and careless
of thine own,
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why suffer'st thou thy sons,
unburied yet,
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to hover on
the dreadful shore of Styx?