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Stab them, or tear them on thy, chariot wheels, Exit.
And then I’ll come and be thy waggoner,
And whirl along with thee about the globe.
Provide thee two proper palfreys, black as jet, [50]
To hale thy vengeful waggon swift away,
And find out murderers in their guilty caves;
And when thy car is loaden with their heads,
I will dismount, and by thy waggon-wheel
Trot like a servile footman all day long,
Even from Hyperion’s rising in the east,
Until his very downfall in the sea;
And day by day I’ll do this heavy task,
So thou destroy Rapine and Murder there.

T AMORA

These are my ministers and come with me. [60]

T IT US

Are them thy ministers? what are they called?

T AMORA

Rape and Murder, therefore callèd so,
Cause they take vengeance of such kind of men.

T IT US

Good Lord, how like the empress’ sons they are,
And you the empress, but we worldly men
Have miserable, mad, mistaking eyes.
O sweet Revenge, now do I come to thee,
And, if one arm’s embracement will content thee,
I will embrace thee in it by and by.

T AMORA

This closing with him fits his lunacy. [70]
Whate’er I forge to feed his brain-sick humours,
Do you uphold and maintain in your speeches,
For now he firmly takes me for Revenge;
And, being credulous in this mad thought,
I’ll make him send for Lucius his son;