:12:01
Patient yourself,
madam, and pardon me.
:12:04
These are their brethren,
whom your Goths beheld
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alive and dead,
:12:09
and for their brethren slain,
:12:11
religiously they ask a sacrifice.
:12:14
To this your son is marked...
:12:18
and die he must
to appease their groaning shadows
:12:20
that are gone.
:12:22
Away with him
and make a fire straight.
:12:25
And with our swords,
upon a pile of wood
:12:27
let's hew his limbs
till they be clean consumed.
:12:31
O cruel, irreligious piety!
:12:38
Was ever Scythia half so barbarous?
:12:40
Oppose not Scythia
to ambitious Rome.
:12:43
Alarbus goes to rest,
:12:45
and we survive to tremble
under Titus' threatening looks.
:12:52
Stand resolved...
:12:54
but hope withal
the gods may favor Tamora,
:12:57
the queen of Goths,
:12:59
to quit these bloody wrongs
upon her foes.
:13:15
See, lord and Father,
:13:16
how we have performed
our Roman rites!
:13:18
Alarbus' limbs are lopped,
:13:19
and entrails feed
the sacrificing fire.
:13:23
Remaineth not,
but to inter our brethren
:13:25
and with loud alarums
welcome them to Rome.