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Demetrius!
Here's the son of Lucius!
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He hath some message to deliver us.
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Ay, some mad message
from his mad grandfather.
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Aaaah!
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My lords, with all
the humbleness I may,
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I greet your honors
from Andronicus.
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Gramercy, lovely Lucius.
What's the news?
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My grandsire, well advised,
hath sent by me
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the goodliest weapons of his armory
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to gratify your honorable youth--
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the hope of Rome,
for so he bid me say,
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and so I do.
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And so I leave you both.
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Like bloody villains.
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Yaaah!
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Oh, 'tis a verse in Horace.
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I know it well.
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" He who is pure of life and free of sin
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needs no bow and arrow of the Moor."
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Ay, just. A verse in Horace.
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Right, you have it.
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Now, what a thing
it is to be an ass.
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Here's no sound jest.
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The old man
hath found their guilt
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and sends them weapons
wrapped about with lines
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that wound beyond their feeling,
to the quick.
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But were our witty empress
well afoot,
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she would applaud
Andronicus' conceit, but...
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let her rest in her unrest awhile.
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Come, let's go,
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and pray to all the gods
to aid our mother
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in her labor pains.
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Pray to the devils.
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The gods have given us over.
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Why do the emperor's
trumpets flourish thus?