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Tremble, like aspen leaves, upon a lute,
AEt III. SCENE I.
A Street in Rome. Enter the Judges and Senators, with
MARCUS and Quintus bound, passing on the Stage to the Place of Execution, and Titus going before, pleading.
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Be pitiful to my condemned sons,
[ANDRONICUS lieth down, and the Judges pass by him.
Enter LUCIUS, with his Sword drawn.
Luc. O, noble father, you lament in vain;
Tit. Ah, Lucius, for thy brothers let me plead:Grave tribunes, once more I entreat of you. 31
Luc. My gracious lord, no tribune hears you speak. Tit. Why, 'tis no matter, man: if they did hear, E
They would not mark me; or, if they did mark,
Luc. To rescue my two brothers from their death:
Tit. O happy man! they have befriended thee.
Enter MARCUS, and LAVINIA.