Come, sirrah, you must be hanged.
Hanged! by'r lady, then I have brought up a neck to
a fair end.
Despiteful and intolerable wrongs!
Shall I endure this monstrous villany?
I know from whence this same
May this be borne?as if his traitorous sons,
That died by law for murder of our brother,
by my means been butcher'd wrongfully!
Go, drag the villain hither by the hair;
Nor age nor honour shall
For this proud mock I'll be thy slaughterman;
Sly frantic wretch, that holp'st to make me
In hope thyself should govern Rome and me.
What news with thee, AEmilius?
Arm, arm, my lord;Rome never had more cause.
The Goths have gather'd head; and with a power
resolved men, bent to the spoil,
They hither march amain, under conduct
Of Lucius, son to old Andronicus;
threats, in course of this revenge, to do
As much as ever Coriolanus did.
Is warlike Lucius general of the Goths?
These tidings nip me, and I hang the head
As flowers with frost or
grass beat down with storms:
Ay, now begin our sorrows to approach:
'Tis he the common people love so
Myself hath often over-heard them say,
When I have walked like a private man,
That Lucius' banishment
And they have wish'd that Lucius were their emperor.
Why should you fear? is not your city strong?
Ay, but the citizens favor Lucius,
And will revolt from me to succor him.
King, be thy thoughts imperious, like thy name.
Is the sun dimm'd, that gnats do fly in it?
The eagle suffers
little birds to sing,
And is not careful what they mean thereby,
Knowing that with the shadow of his wings
can at pleasure stint their melody:
Even so mayst thou the giddy men of Rome.
Then cheer thy spirit : for
know, thou emperor,
I will enchant the old Andronicus
With words more sweet, and yet more dangerous,
baits to fish, or honey-stalks to sheep,
When as the one is wounded with the bait,
The other rotted with
But he will not entreat his son for us.
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