the traitors and the truth!
She takes the staff in her mouth, and guides it with her stumps, and writes TITUS ANDRONICUS
O, do ye read, my lord, what she hath writ? 'Stuprum. Chiron. Demetrius.' MARCUS ANDRONICUS
What, what! the lustful sons of Tamora Performers of this heinous, bloody deed? TITUS ANDRONICUS
Magni Dominator poli, Tam lentus audis scelera? tam lentus vides? MARCUS ANDRONICUS
O, calm thee, gentle lord; although I know There is enough written upon this earth To stir a mutiny in the
mildest thoughts And arm the minds of infants to exclaims. My lord, kneel down with me; Lavinia, kneel; And
kneel, sweet boy, the Roman Hector's hope; And swear with me, as, with the woful fere And father of that
chaste dishonour'd dame, Lord Junius Brutus sware for Lucrece' rape, That we will prosecute by good
advice Mortal revenge upon these traitorous Goths, And see their blood, or die with this reproach. TITUS ANDRONICUS
'Tis sure enough, an you knew how. But if you hunt these bear-whelps, then beware: The dam will wake; and,
if she wind you once, She's with the lion deeply still in league, And lulls him whilst she playeth on her
back, And when he sleeps will she do what she list. You are a young huntsman, Marcus; let it alone; And,
come, I will go get a leaf of brass, And with a gad of steel will write these words, And lay it by: the angry
northern wind Will blow these sands, like Sibyl's leaves, abroad, And where's your lesson, then? Boy,
what say you? Young LUCIUS
I say, my lord, that if I were a man, Their mother's bed-chamber should not be safe For these bad bondmen
to the yoke of Rome. MARCUS ANDRONICUS
Ay, that's my boy! thy father hath full oft For his ungrateful country done the like. Young LUCIUS
And, uncle, so will I, an if I live. TITUS ANDRONICUS
Come, go with me into mine armoury; Lucius, I'll fit thee; and withal, my boy, Shalt carry from me to the
empress' sons Presents that I intend to send them both: Come, come; thou'lt do thy message, wilt thou
not? Young LUCIUS
Ay, with my dagger in their bosoms, grandsire.
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