The most Lamentable Tragedie
22572122But I haue done a thou
sand dreadfull things,
22582123As willingly as one would kill a
flie,
22592124And nothing grieues me hartelie indeede,
22602125But that I cannot doe ten thou
sand more.
22612126Lucius. Bring downe the Diuell for he mu
st not die,
22622127So
sweet a death as hanging pre
sently.
22632128Aron. If there be Diuels would I were a Diuel,
22642129To liue and burne in euerla
sting
fire,
22652130So I might haue your companie in hell,
22662131But to torment you with my bitter tongue.
22672132Luci. Sirs
stop his mouth and let him
speake no more.
22692134Goth. My Lord there is a me
ssenger from Rome,
22702135De
siers to be admitted to your pre
sence.
22722137Welcome
Emillius, what's the newes from Rome?
22732138Emil. Lord L
ucius, and you Princes of the
Gothes,
22742139The Romaine Emperour greets you all by me,
22752140And for he vnder
stands you are in Armes,
22762141He craues a Parley at your fathers hou
se,
22772142Willing you to demaund your ho
stages,
22782143And they
shall be immediatly deliuered.
22802145Luci. Emillius, let the Emperour giue his pledges,
22812146Vnto my Father and my Vnkle
Marcus,
22832148Enter Tamora and her two sonnes disguised.
22842149Tamora. Thus in this
strange and
sad habilliament,
22852150I will encounter with
Andronicus,
22862151And
say I am reuenge
sent from belowe,
22872152To ioyne with him and right his hainous wrongs,
Knocke