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The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes : when he walks, 
he moves like an engine, and the ground shrinks before his 
treading : he is able to pierce a corslet with his eye. 
V. iv. 18. 
TITUS ANDRONICUS. 
Cometh Andronicus, bound with laurel boughs, 
To re-salute his country with his tears, 
Tears of true joy for his return to Rome. 
Thou great defender of this Capitol. 
I. i. 74. 
Tam. Have I not reason, think you, to look pale ? 
These two have ’tic’d me hither to this place: 
A barren detested vale you see it is ; 
The trees, though summer, yet forlorn and lean, 
O’ercome with moss and baleful mistletoe : 
Here never shines the sun; here nothing breeds, 
Unless the nightly owl or fatal raven : 
And when they show’d me this abhorred pit, 
They told me, here, at dead time of the night, 
A thousand fiends, a thousand hissing snakes, 
Ten thousand swelling toads, as many urchins, 
Would make such fearful and confused cries 
As any mortal body hearing it, 
Should straight fall mad, or else die suddenly. 
No sooner had they told this hellish tale, 
But straight they told me they would bind me here 
Unto the body of a dismal yew, 
And leave me to this miserable death. 
II. iii. 91. 
Dem. Stay, madam ; here is more belongs to her ; 
First thrash the corn, then after burn the straw. 
II. iii. 122. 
Quin. What, art thou fall’n ? What subtle hole is this, 
Whose mouth is cover’d with rude-growing briers, 
Upon whose leaves are drops of new-shed blood 
As fresh as morning’s dew distilled on flowers ? 
II. iii. 198. 
Sat. [.Reads ] ‘ ‘ An if we miss to meet him handsomely— 
Sweet huntsman, Bassianus ’tis we mean— 
Do thou so much as dig the grave for him : 
Thou know’st our meaning. Look for thy reward 
Among the nettles at the elder-tree 
