:02:26
O earth,
:02:28
I shall befriend thee
more with rain
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that shall distill
from these two ancient urns
:02:35
than youthful April shall
with all his showers.
:02:40
I n summer's drought
I'll drop upon thee still.
:02:45
I n winter, with warm tears
:02:47
I'll melt the snow and keep
eternal springtime on thy face,
:02:53
so thou refuse to drink
my dear sons' blood.
:03:08
O reverend Tribunes!
:03:10
O gentle, aged men!
:03:12
Unbind my sons!
:03:15
Reverse the doom of death!
:03:17
And let me say,
that never wept before,
:03:20
my tears are now prevailing orators!
:03:24
O noble Father, you lament in vain.
:03:25
The tribunes hear you not.
No man is by.
:03:28
And you recount your sorrows
to a stone!
:03:33
Lucius!
:03:35
For thy brothers let me plead!
:03:38
Grave Tribunes,
once more I entreat of you...
:03:43
My gracious lord,
no tribune hears you speak.
:03:48
Why, 'tis no matter, man.
:03:50
If they did hear,
they would not mark me,
:03:53
or if they did mark,
they would not pity me.
:03:58
Therefore I tell my sorrows
to the stones.