were known to them it most concerns;
Nor would your noble mother for much more
Be so dishonour'd in
the court of Rome.
For shame, put up.
Not I, till I have sheathed
My rapier in his bosom and withal
Thrust these reproachful speeches down his
That he hath breathed in my dishonour here.
For that I am prepared and full resolved.
Foul-spoken coward, that thunder'st with thy tongue,
thy weapon nothing darest perform!
Away, I say!
Now, by the gods that warlike Goths adore,
This petty brabble will undo us all.
Why, lords, and
think you not how dangerous
It is to jet upon a prince's right?
What, is Lavinia then become so loose,
Bassianus so degenerate,
That for her love such quarrels may be broach'd
Without controlment, justice,
Young lords, beware! and should the empress know
This discord's ground, the music would
I care not, I, knew she and all the world:
I love Lavinia more than all the world.
Youngling, learn thou to make some meaner choice:
Lavinia is thine elder brother's hope.
Why, are ye mad? or know ye not, in Rome
How furious and impatient they be,
And cannot brook competitors
I tell you, lords, you do but plot your deaths
By this device.
Aaron, a thousand deaths
Would I propose to achieve her whom I love.
To achieve her! how?
Why makest thou it so strange?
She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd;
She is a woman, therefore may
She is Lavinia, therefore must be loved.
What, man! more water glideth by the mill
the miller of; and easy it is
Of a cut loaf to steal a shive, we know:
Though Bassianus be the emperor's
Better than he have worn Vulcan's badge.
[Aside] Ay, and as good as Saturninus may.
Then why should he despair that knows to court it
With words, fair looks and liberality?
What, hast not
thou full often struck a doe,
And borne her cleanly by the keeper's nose?
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