:15:25
Worthy Andronicus,
:15:27
ill art thou repaid
for that good hand
:15:30
thou sent'st the emperor.
:15:32
Here are the heads
of thy two noble sons,
:15:35
and here's thy hand,
in scorn to thee sent back.
:15:38
And be my heart an ever burning hell!
:15:40
These miseries are more
than may be borne.
:15:42
That this sight should
make so deep a wound,
:15:45
and yet detested life
not shrink thereat!
:15:50
Alas, poor heart,
that kiss is comfortless
:15:53
as frozen water to a starved snake.
:15:56
When will
this fearful slumber have an end?
:15:59
Die, Andronicus!
:16:03
Thou dost not slumber.
:16:05
See thy two sons' heads,
:16:10
thy warlike hand,
:16:12
thy mangled daughter here,
:16:16
thy other banished son
with this dear sight
:16:20
struck pale and bloodless,
:16:22
and thy brother, I,
even like a stony image cold and numb.
:16:26
Ah, now, no more
will I control thy griefs.
:16:31
Rent off thy silver hair!
:16:32
Thy other hand gnawing with thy teeth!
:16:35
And be this dismal sight
the closing up
:16:38
of our most wretched eyes.
:16:40
Now is a time to storm!
Why art thou still?
:16:47
Why dost thou laugh?
:16:54
Why, I have not
another tear to shed.