:07:03
This way to death
my wretched sons have gone.
:07:07
Here stands my other son,
a banished man,
:07:11
and here my brother
weeping at my woes.
:07:19
But that which gives my soul
the greatest spurn
:07:22
is dear Lavinia,
:07:25
dearer than my soul.
:07:29
Gentle daughter,
:07:32
let me kiss thy lips...
:07:38
or make some sign
how I may do thee ease.
:07:49
Shall thy good uncle
and thy brother Lucius
:07:52
and thou and I...
:07:54
sit round about some fountain
looking all downwards
:07:57
to behold our cheeks...
:07:59
how they are stained,
like meadows, by a flood?
:08:03
Or shall we cut away our hands,
like thine?
:08:06
Or shall we bite our tongues
:08:08
and in dumb shows pass the remainder
:08:11
of our hateful days?
:08:12
What shall we do?
:08:17
Let us that have our tongues
:08:19
plot some device
of further misery
:08:21
to make us wondered at
in time to come.