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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 |
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| 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 |
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| My sight is very dull what ere it bodes. | My sight is very dull, whate'er it bodes. | Tit II.iii.195 |
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| 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 briars, | Tit II.iii.199 |
| Vpon whose leaues are drops of new-shed-blood, | Upon whose leaves are drops of new-shed blood | Tit 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 |
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| 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 |
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| Aaron is gone, / And my compassionate heart | Aaron is gone, and my compassionate heart | Tit II.iii.217 |
| Will not permit mine eyes once to behold | Will not permit mine eyes once to behold | Tit 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 now | O tell me who it is, for ne'er till now | Tit 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 |
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| If it be darke, how doost thou know 'tis he? | If it be dark, how dost thou know 'tis he? | Tit II.iii.225 |
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| 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 womb | Tit 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 |
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| Thy hand once more, I will not loose againe, | Thy hand once more; I will not loose again | Tit 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 |