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to lay such violent hands
upon her tender life.
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How now!
Has sorrow made thee dote already?
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Oh, handle not the theme,
to talk of hands,
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lest we remember still
that we have none.
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Come, let's fall to.
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And, gentle girl, eat this.
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Here is no drink.
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Hark, Marcus, what she says.
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I can interpret
all her martyred signs.
:22:58
She says she drinks
no other drink but tears.
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Speechless complainer,
I will learn thy thought.
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Thou shalt not sigh
nor hold thy stumps to heaven
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nor wink, nor nod,
nor kneel, nor make a sign,
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but I of these will wrest an alphabet
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and by still practice
learn to know thy meaning.
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What dost thou strike at,
Lucius, with thy knife?
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At that that I have killed,
my lord, a fly.
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Out on thee, murderer!
Kill'st my heart!
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A deed of death
done on the innocent
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becomes not Titus' grandson.
:23:42
Get thee gone.
:23:43
I see thou art not
for my company.
:23:44
Alas, my lord,
I have but killed a fly.
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But?
:23:48
How, if that fly had
a father and mother?
:23:50
How would they hang
their slender, gilded wings
:23:52
and buzz lamenting doings in the air!
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Poor, harmless fly,
:23:59
that with his pretty, buzzing melody