QUINTUS
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Titus two Sonnes speakes.MARTIUS and QUINTUS
And shall, or him we will accompany.And shall, or him we will accompany.Tit I.i.361
He is not himselfe, let vs withdraw.He is not with himself; let us withdraw.Tit I.i.371
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No man shed teares for Noble Mutius,No man shed tears for noble Mutius;Tit I.i.392
He liues in Fame, that di'd in vertues cause.He lives in fame, that died in virtue's cause.Tit I.i.393
My sight is very dull what ere it bodes.My sight is very dull, whate'er it bodes.Tit II.iii.195
What art thou fallen? / What subtile Hole is this,What, art thou fallen? What subtle hole is this,Tit II.iii.198
Whose mouth is couered with Rude growing Briers,Whose mouth is covered with rude-growing briers,Tit II.iii.199
Vpon whose leaues are drops of new-shed-blood,Upon whose leaves are drops of new-shed bloodTit II.iii.200
As fresh as mornings dew distil'd on flowers,As fresh as morning dew distilled on flowers?Tit II.iii.201
A very fatall place it seemes to me:A very fatal place it seems to me.Tit II.iii.202
Speake Brother hast thou hurt thee with the fall?Speak, brother, hast thou hurt thee with the fall?Tit II.iii.203
I am surprised with an vncouth feare,I am surprised with an uncouth fear:Tit II.iii.211
A chilling sweat ore-runs my trembling ioynts,A chilling sweat o'erruns my trembling joints;Tit II.iii.212
My heart suspects more then mine eie can see.My heart suspects more than mine eye can see.Tit II.iii.213
Aaron is gone, / And my compassionate heartAaron is gone, and my compassionate heartTit II.iii.217
Will not permit mine eyes once to beholdWill not permit mine eyes once to beholdTit II.iii.218
The thing whereat it trembles by surmise:The thing whereat it trembles by surmise.Tit II.iii.219
Oh tell me how it is, for nere till nowO tell me who it is, for ne'er till nowTit II.iii.220
Was I a child, to feare I know not what.Was I a child to fear I know not what.Tit II.iii.221
If it be darke, how doost thou know 'tis he?If it be dark, how dost thou know 'tis he?Tit II.iii.225
Reach me thy hand, that I may helpe thee out,Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee out,Tit II.iii.237
Or wanting strength to doe thee so much good,Or, wanting strength to do thee so much good,Tit II.iii.238
I may be pluckt into the swallowing wombe,I may be plucked into the swallowing wombTit II.iii.239
Of this deepe pit, poore Bassianus graue:Of this deep pit, poor Bassianus' grave.Tit II.iii.240
I haue no strength to plucke thee to the brinke.I have no strength to pluck thee to the brink – Tit II.iii.241
Thy hand once more, I will not loose againe,Thy hand once more; I will not loose againTit II.iii.243
Till thou art heere aloft, or I below,Till thou art here aloft or I below.Tit II.iii.244
Thou can'st not come to me, I come to thee.Thou canst not come to me – I come to thee.Tit II.iii.245
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