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And make proud Saturnine and his empress
Beg at the gates like Tarquin and his queen.
Now will I to the Goths and raise a power,
To be revenged on Rome and Saturnine. [300]

                                              Exit Lucius.

                                Scene II IT

         A banquet. Enter Andronicus, Marcus, Lavinia, and the Boy.

T IT US

 So, so, now sit, and look you eat no more
 Than will preserve just so much strength in us
 As will revenge these bitter woes of ours.
 Marcus, unknit that sorrow-wreathen knot;
 Thy niece and I, poor creatures, want our hands,
 And cannot passionate our tenfold grief
 With folded arms. This poor right hand of mine
 Is left to tyrannize upon my breast;
 Who, when my heart all mad with misery
 Beats in this hollow prison of my flesh, [10]
 Then thus I thump it down.
 Thou map of woe, that thus dost talk in signs,
 When thy poor heart beats with outrageous beating,
 Thou canst not strike it thus to make it still.
 Wound it with sighing, girl, kill it with groans;
 Or get some little knife between thy teeth,
 And just against thy heart make thou a hole,
 That all the tears that thy poor eyes let fall
 May run into that sink, and soaking in,
 Drown the lamenting fool in sea-salt tears. [20]

MARCUS

 Fie, brother, fie! teach her not thus to lay
 Such violent hands upon her tender life.

T IT US

 How now! has sorrow made thee dote already?
 Why, Marcus, no man should be mad but I.
 What violent hands can she lay on her life?
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