https://moonpub.net/shake5/Audios/TitusAndronicus/Titus23.mp3 A lonely part of the forest. [Enter AARON, with a bag of gold] AARON He that had wit would think that I had none, To bury so much gold under a tree, And never after to inherit it. Let him that thinks of me so abjectly Know that this gold must coin a stratagem, […]