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TITUS ANDEONICUS'S COMPLAINT. 19i
But nowe behold what wounded most my mind : The empresses two sonnes, of savage kind,                   «o
My daughter ravished without remorse, And took away her honour, quite perforce.
When they had tasted of soe sweete a flowre, Fearing this sweete should shortly turne to sowre, They cutt her tongue, whereby she could not tell ss How that dishonoure unto her befell.
Then both her hands they basely cutt off quite, Whereby their wickednesse she could not write, Nor with her needle on her sampler sowe The bloudye workers of her direfull woe.                      eo
My brother Marcus found her in the wood, Staining the grassie ground with purple bloud, That trickled from her stumpes, and bloudlesse armes: Noe tongue at all she had to tell her harmes.
But when I sawe her in that woefull case,                    k
With teares of bloud I wet mine aged-face:
For my Lavinia I lamented more
Then for my two-and-twenty sonnes before.
When as I sawe she could not write nor speake, With grief mine aged heart began to breake ; ' 70 We spred an heape of sand upon the ground, Whereby those bloudy tyrants out we found.
For with a staffe, without the helpe of hand, She writt these wordes upon the plat of sand :







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