:10:08
And there greet in silence,
as the dead are wont,
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and sleep in peace,
slain in your country's wars.
:10:30
Give us the proudest prisoner
of the Goths
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that we may hew his limbs,
and on a pile...
:10:34
Admanes fratrum.
:10:36
sacrifice his flesh.
:10:38
That so the shadows
be not unappeased,
:10:40
nor we disturbed
with prodigies on earth.
:10:43
I give him you,
the noblest that survives:
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the eldest son of
this distressed queen.
:10:50
No! Stay, Roman brethren!
:10:54
Gracious conqueror,
:10:56
victorious Titus,
rue the tears I shed--
:11:00
the mother's tears
in passion for her son.
:11:03
No!
:11:05
If thy sons were ever dear to thee,
:11:08
oh, think my son to be
as dear to me.
:11:10
Sufficeth not that
we are brought to Rome
:11:14
to beautify your triumphs and return,
:11:17
captive to thee and thy Roman yoke?
:11:19
But must my sons be slaughtered
in the streets
:11:25
for valiant doings
in their country's cause?
:11:28
Oh, if to fight for king and commonweal
were piety in thine,
:11:32
it is in these.
:11:35
Andronicus...
:11:36
stain not thy tomb with blood.
:11:40
Wilt thou draw near
the nature of the gods?
:11:44
Draw near them then
in being merciful.
:11:47
Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.
:11:52
Thrice noble Titus...
:11:58
spare my born-born son.