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have with my knife
carved in Roman letters,
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" Let not thy sorrow die,
though I am dead."
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Tut.
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I have done a thousand dreadful things
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as willingly as one would kill a fly.
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And nothing grieves me
heartily indeed...
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but that I cannot do
ten thousand more.
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Bring down the devil,
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for he must not die
so sweet a death
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as hanging presently.
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If there be devils,
would I were a devil
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to live and burn
in everlasting fire
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that I might have
your company in hell
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but to torment you
with my bitter tongue!
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Sirs, stop his mouth.
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Let him speak no more.
1:02:05
My lord,
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there's a messenger from Rome.
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Welcome, Aemelius.
1:02:16
What news from Rome?
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Lord Lucius,
and you princes of the Goths,
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the Roman Emperor
greets you all by me and,
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for he understands you are in arms,
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craves a parley
at your father's house.
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Willing you to demand your hostages,
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and they shall be
immediately delivered.
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What says our general?
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Aemelias, let the emperor
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give his pledges unto my father
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and my uncle Marcus,
and we will come.