:54:02
whose name was once our terror,
now our comfort--
:54:07
whose high exploits
and honorable deeds
:54:10
ingrateful Rome requites
with foul contempt...
:54:16
be bold in us.
:54:18
We'll follow where thou leadest
:54:21
and be avenged on cursed Tamora.
:54:24
And as he saith,
so say we all with him!
:54:50
O worthy Goths...
:54:55
this is the incarnate devil
:54:59
that robbed Andronicus
of his good hand.
:55:03
This is the pearl
that pleased your empress' eye.
:55:11
And here's the base fruit
of his burning lust.
:55:19
Say, walleyed slave,
:55:22
whither wouldst thou convey
:55:25
this growing image
of thy fiendlike face?
:55:32
Why dost not speak?
:55:35
What?
:55:39
Deaf?!
:55:41
Ha ha ha ha!
:55:44
Not a word?
:55:47
A halter, soldiers!
:55:48
Hang him on this tree.
:55:52
And by his side,
:55:54
his fruit of bastardy!
:55:57
Touch not the boy!