25662427Tis true, tis true, witnes my kniues sharpe point.

25682429Emperour. Die franticke wretch for this accursed deede,

25692430Lucius. Can the sonnes eie behold his father bleede?

25702431Ther's meede for meede, death for a deadly deede.

25712432Marcus. You sad facde men, people and sons of Rome

25722433By vprores seuerd as a flight of fowle,

25732434Scatterd by winds and high tempestuous gusts,

25742435Oh let me teach you how to knit againe,

25752436This scattered corne into one mutuall sheaffe,

25762437These broken limbs againe into one bodie.

25772438Romane Lord. Let Rome herselfe bee bane vnto her(selfe.

25782439And shee whome mightie kingdomes cursie too,

25792440Like a forlorne and desperate castaway,

25802441Doe shamefull execution on herselfe.

25812442But if my frostie signes and chappes of age,

25822443Graue witnesses of true experience,

25832444Cannot induce you to attend my words,

25842445Speake Roomes deare friend as erst our Ancestor,

25852446when with his solemne tongue he did discourse

25862447To louesicke Didoes sad attending eare,

25872448The storie of that balefull burning night,

25882449When subtile Greekes surprizd King Priams Troy.

25892450Tell vs what Sinon hath bewicht our eares,

25902451Or who hath brought the fatall engine in

25912452That giues our Troy, our Rome the ciuill wound.

25922453My hart is not compact of flint nor steele,

25932454Nor can I vtter all our bitter greefe,

25942455But flouds of teares will drowne my Oratorie,

25952456And breake my vttrance euen in the time,

25962457When it should moue yee to attend me most,

25972458And force you to commiseration,

25982459Her's Romes young Captaine let him tell the tale,

25992460While I stand by and weepe to heare him speake.

26002461Lucius. Then gratious auditorie be it knowne to you,

26012462That Chiron and the damn'd Demetrius,

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