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But yet the pity of it, Iago! O Iago, the pity of it, Iago!

      — Othello, Act IV Scene 1

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KEYWORD: patience

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Titus Andronicus
[I, 1]

Titus Andronicus

227

Patience, Prince Saturninus.

2

Titus Andronicus
[II, 3]

Lavinia

801

Under your patience, gentle empress,
'Tis thought you have a goodly gift in horning;
And to be doubted that your Moor and you
Are singled forth to try experiments:
Jove shield your husband from his hounds to-day!
'Tis pity they should take him for a stag.

3

Titus Andronicus
[II, 3]

Tamora

823

Why have I patience to endure all this?

4

Titus Andronicus
[III, 1]

Marcus Andronicus

1268

Patience, dear niece. Good Titus, dry thine eyes.

5

Titus Andronicus
[V, 3]

Marcus Andronicus

2658

Now is my turn to speak. Behold this child:
[Pointing to the Child in the arms of an Attendant]
Of this was Tamora delivered;
The issue of an irreligious Moor,
Chief architect and plotter of these woes:
The villain is alive in Titus' house,
And as he is, to witness this is true.
Now judge what cause had Titus to revenge
These wrongs, unspeakable, past patience,
Or more than any living man could bear.
Now you have heard the truth, what say you, Romans?
Have we done aught amiss,—show us wherein,
And, from the place where you behold us now,
The poor remainder of Andronici
Will, hand in hand, all headlong cast us down.
And on the ragged stones beat forth our brains,
And make a mutual closure of our house.
Speak, Romans, speak; and if you say we shall,
Lo, hand in hand, Lucius and I will fall.

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