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and guides it with feet and mouth.] I have writ my name
Without the help of any hand at all. [70]
Cursed be that heart that forced us to this shift!
Write thou, good niece, and here display at last
What God will have discovered for revenge.
Heaven guide thy pen to print thy sorrows plain,
That we may know the traitors and the truth!
[She takes the staff in her mouth, and guides it with
her stumps and writes.]
O, do ye read, my lord, what she hath writ?

[T IT US]

Stuprum. Chiron. Demetrius.

MARCUS

What, what! the lustful sons of Tamora
Performers of this heinous, bloody deed?

T IT US

Magni Dominator poli, [80]
Tam lentus audis scelera? tam lentus vides?

MARCUS

O, calm thee, gentle lord, although I know
There is enough written upon this earth
To stir a mutiny in the mildest thoughts,
And arm the minds of infants to exclaims.
My lord, kneel down with me; Lavinia, kneel;
And kneel, sweet boy, the Roman Hector’s hope;
And swear with me, as, with the woful fere
And father of that chaste dishonoured dame,
Lord Junius Brutus sware for Lucrece’ rape, [90]
That we will prosecute by good advice
Mortal revenge upon these traitorous Goths,
And see their blood, or die with this reproach.

T IT US

’Tis sure enough, and you knew how;
But if you hunt these bear-whelps, then beware:
The dam will wake and if she wind ye once;