Titus

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Noble Tribunes, stay!

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For pity of mine age,

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whose youth was spent
in dangerous wars

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whilst you securely slept,

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for all my blood
in Rome's great quarrel shed,

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for all the frosty nights
that I have watched,

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and for these bitter tears
which now you see

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filling the aged wrinkles
in my cheeks.

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Be pitiful to my condemned sons...

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whose souls are not corrupted
as 'tis thought.

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Oh!

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Oh!

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For two and twenty sons I never wept

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because they died
in honor's lofty bed!

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For these, these, Tribunes,
in the dust I write

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my heart's deep languor
and my soul's sad tears!

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Let my tears staunch
the earth's dry appetite!

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My sons' sweet blood
will make it shame and blush!

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Aaaah!