For nature puts me to a heavy task:

Stand all aloof; but, uncle, draw you near,
To fhed obfequious, tears upon this trunk:-
O, take this warm kifs on thy pale cold lips,
These forrowful drops upon thy blood-stain'd face;
The last true duties of thy noble fon.

Mar. Ay, tear for tear, and loving kiss for kifs,
Thy brother Marcus tenders on thy lips:

O, were the fum of these that I should pay

Countless and infinite, yet would I pay them!

Luc. Come hither, boy; come, come, and learn of us

To melt in showers: thy grandfire lov'd thee well;

Many a time he danc'd thee on his knee,

Sung thee afleep, his loving breast thy pillow :
Many a matter hath he told to thee,
Meet and agreeing with thy infancy;

In that respect then, like a loving child,
Shed yet some small drops from thy tender fpring,
Because kind nature doth require it fo:

Friends fhould affociate friends, in grief and wo:
Bid him farewel, commit him to the grave,
Do him that kindness, and take leave of him.

Boy. O grandfire, grandfire! ev'n with all my heart, 'Would I were dead, fo you did live again!

O lord, I cannot speak to him for weeping;

My tears will choke me, if I ope my mouth.

Enter Romans, with Aaron.

Rom. You fad Andronici, have done with woes;

Give fentence on this execrable wretch,

That hath been breeder of thefe dire events.

Luc. Set him breast-deep in earth, and famish him;
There let him ftand, and rave and cry for food:
If any one relieves or pities him,

For

Some stay to see him fasten'd in the earth.

Aar. O why fhould wrath be mute, and fury dumb? I am no baby, I, that with base prayers

I should repent the evil I have done;

Ten thoufand 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 foul.

Luc. Some loving friends convey the emp'ror hence, And give him burial in his father's

grave.

My father and Lavinia fhall forthwith
Be closed in our household's monument.
As for that heinous tigrefs Tamora,

No funeral rites, nor man in mournful weeds,
No mournful bell fhall ring her burial;
But throw her forth to beafts and birds of prey:
Her life was beast-like, and devoid of pity,
And being fo, fhe fhall have like want of it.
See juftice done on Aaron that damn'd Moor,
From whom our heavy haps had their beginning;
Then afterwards, we'll order well the state,
That like events may ne'er it ruinate.

[Exeunt omnes.

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