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LUCIUS: Approved warriors, and my faithful friends,I have received letters from great Rome,Which signify what hate they bear their emperorAnd how desirous of our sight they are.Therefore, great lords, be, as your titles witness,Imperious and impatient of your wrongs,And wherein Rome hath done you any scath,Let him make treble satisfaction. |
FIRST GOTH: Brave slip, sprung from the great Andronicus,Whose name was once our terror, now our comfort;Whose high exploits and honourable deedsIngrateful Rome requites with foul contempt,Be bold in us: we'll follow where thou lead'st,Like stinging bees in hottest summer's dayLed by their master to the flowered fields,And be avenged on cursed Tamora. ALL GOTHS: And as he saith, so say we all with him. |
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LUCIUS: I humbly thank him, and I thank you all.But who comes here, led by a lusty Goth? |
SECOND GOTH: Renowned Lucius, from our troops I stray'dTo gaze upon a ruinous monastery;And, as I earnestly did fix mine eyeUpon the wasted building, suddenlyI heard a child cry underneath a wall.I made unto the noise; when soon I heardThe crying babe controll'd with this discourse:'Peace, tawny slave, half me and half thy dam!Did not thy hue bewray whose brat thou art,Had nature lent thee but thy mother's look,Villain, thou mightst have been an emperor:But where the bull and cow are both milk-white,They never do beget a coal-black calf.Peace, villain, peace!'--even thus he ratesthe babe,--'For I must bear thee to a trusty Goth;Who, when he knows thou art the empress' babe,Will hold thee dearly for thy mother's sake.'With this, my weapon drawn, I rush'd upon him,Surprised him suddenly, and brought him hither,To use as you think needful of the man. |
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AARON:...She swooned almost at my pleasing tale,And for my tidings gave me twenty kisses. |
FIRST GOTH: What, canst thou say all this, and never blush? |
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LUCIUS: Sirs, stop his mouth, and let him speak no more.Enter a Goth |
THIRD GOTH: My lord, there is a messenger from RomeDesires to be admitted to your presence. |
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AEMILIUS: Lord Lucius, and you princes of the Goths,The Roman emperor greets you all by me;And, for he understands you are in arms,He craves a parley at your father's house,Willing you to demand your hostages,And they shall be immediately deliver'd. |
FIRST GOTH: What says our general? |
