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Rome...
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be as just and gracious unto me
:20:09
as I am confident and kind to thee.
:20:12
Open the gates and let me in!
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Long live Lord Titus,
my beloved brother.
:20:52
Thanks, gentle Tribune,
:20:54
noble brother Marcus.
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And welcome, nephews,
from successful wars...
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you that survive
and those that sleep in fame.
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Titus Andronicus,
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the people of Rome send thee by me,
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their tribune and their trust,
:21:12
this palliament of white
and spotless hue
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and name thee in election
for the empire
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with these our late-deceased
emperor's sons.
:21:21
Be candidatus, then,
:21:24
and put it on,
:21:26
and help to set a head
on headless Rome.
:21:29
A better head her glorious body fits
:21:32
than this that shakes
for age and feebleness.
:21:42
Rome, I have been
thy soldier forty years
:21:46
and led my country's
strength successfully...
:21:50
and buried one and twenty valiant sons.
:21:52
Give me a staff of honor for mine age,
:21:55
but not a scepter to control the world.
:21:58
Upright he held it, lords,
that held it last.