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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?
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Oh, belike for joy
the emperor hath a son.
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Soft! Who comes here?
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Good morrow, lords.
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Oh, tell me,
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did you see Aaron the Moor?
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Well, more or less,
or ne'er a wit at all.
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Here Aaron is,
and what with Aaron now?
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O gentle Aaron...
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we are all undone!
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Now, help,
or woe betide thee evermore.
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What a caterwauling dost thou keep.
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What dost thou wrap and fumble
in thine arms?
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Oh, that which I would
hide from heaven's eye--
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our empress' shame
and stately Rome's disgrace.
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She is delivered, lords,
she is delivered.
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To whom?
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I mean, she is brought abed.
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Well, God give her good rest.
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What hath he sent her?
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A devil.
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Why, then,
she is the devil's dam,
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a joyful issue.