Page 2181 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1
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MARCUS
O, Publius, is not this a heavy case,
To see thy noble uncle thus distract?
PUBLIUS
Therefore, my lords, it highly us concerns
By day and night t’attend him carefully,
And feed his humour kindly as we may,
Till time beget some careful remedy. [30]
MARCUS
Kinsmen, his sorrows are past remedy.
Join with the Goths, and with revengeful war
Take wreak on Rome for this ingratitude,
And vengeance on the traitor Saturnine.
T IT US
Publius, how now? how now, my masters?
What, have you met with her?
PUBLIUS
No, my good lord, but Pluto sends you word,
If you will have Revenge from hell, you shall;
Marry, for Justice, she is so employed,
He thinks, with Jove in heaven, or somewhere else, [40]
So that perforce you must needs stay a time. -
T IT US
He doth me wrong to feed me with delays.
I’ll dive into the burning lake below,
And pull her out of Acheron by the heels.
Marcus, we are but shrubs, no cedars we,
No big-boned men framed of the Cyclops’ size;
But metal, Marcus, stell to the very back,
Yet wrung with wrongs more than our backs can bear.
And sith there’s no justice in earth nor hell,
We will solicit heaven and move the gods [50]
To, send down Justice, for to wreak our wrongs.
Come, to this gear. You are a good archer, Marcus.
[He gives them the arrows]
