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 | | TITUS ANDRONICUS: Patient yourself, madam, and pardon me. These are their brethren, whom you Goths beheld Alive and dead, and for their brethren slain Religiously they ask a sacrifice: To this your son is mark'd, and die he must, To appease their groaning shadows that are gone. |
 | | TITUS ANDRONICUS: Nor thou, nor he, are any sons of mine; My sons would never so dishonour me: Traitor, restore Lavinia to the emperor. |
 | | TITUS ANDRONICUS: I thank your majesty, and her, my lord: These words, these looks, infuse new life in me. TAMORA: Titus, I am incorporate in Rome, A Roman now adopted happily, And must advise the emperor for his good. |
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