titus andronicus(泰特斯·安特洛尼克斯)-第17节
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O; take this warm kiss on thy pale cold lips。 'Kisses TITUS' These
sorrowful drops upon thy blood…stain'd face; The last true duties of thy
noble son! MARCUS。 Tear for tear and loving kiss for kiss Thy brother
Marcus tenders on thy lips。 O; were the sum of these that I should pay
Countless and infinite; yet would I pay them! LUCIUS。 Come hither; boy;
come; come; come; and learn of us To melt in showers。 Thy grandsire
lov'd thee well; Many a time he danc'd thee on his knee; Sung thee asleep;
his loving breast thy pillow; Many a story hath he told to thee; And bid
thee bear his pretty tales in mind And talk of them when he was dead and
gone。 MARCUS。 How many thousand times hath these poor lips; When
they were living; warm'd themselves on thine! O; now; sweet boy; give
them their latest kiss! Bid him farewell; commit him to the grave; Do them
that kindness; and take leave of them。 BOY。 O grandsire; grandsire! ev'n
with all my heart Would I were dead; so you did live again! O Lord; I
cannot speak to him for weeping; My tears will choke me; if I ope my
mouth。
Re…enter attendants with AARON A ROMAN。 You sad Andronici;
have done with woes; Give sentence on the execrable wretch That hath
been breeder of these dire events。 LUCIUS。 Set him breast…deep in earth;
and famish him; There let him stand and rave and cry for food。 If any one
relieves or pities him; For the offence he dies。 This is our doom。 Some stay
to see him fast'ned in the earth。 AARON。 Ah; why should wrath be mute
and fury dumb? I am no baby; I; that with base prayers I should repent the
evils I have done; Ten thousand worse than ever yet I did Would I perform;
if I might have my will。 If one good deed in all my life I did; I do repent it
from my very soul。 LUCIUS。 Some loving friends convey the Emperor
hence; And give him burial in his father's grave。 My father and Lavinia
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shall forthwith Be closed in our household's monument。 As for that
ravenous tiger; Tamora; No funeral rite; nor man in mourning weed; No
mournful bell shall ring her burial; But throw her forth to beasts and birds
to prey。 Her life was beastly and devoid of pity; And being dead; let birds
on her take pity。 Exeunt
THE END
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