:06:02
Give me a sword.
:06:04
I'll chop off my hands, too,
:06:06
for they have fought for Rome,
and all in vain.
:06:08
I n bootless prayer
have they been held up,
:06:10
and they have served me
to effectless use.
:06:14
Now all the service
I require of them
:06:16
is that the one will help
to cut the other.
:06:25
Speak, gentle Sister.
Who hath martyred thee?
:06:29
Oh, that delightful engine
of her thoughts
:06:32
is torn from forth
that pretty, hollow cage.
:06:35
Aaaahhh!
:06:37
Say thou for her.
Who hath done this deed?
:06:41
Oh, thus I found her
straying in the park,
:06:43
seeking to hide herself
as doth the deer
:06:45
that hath received
some unrecuring wound.
:06:47
It was my deer,
:06:50
and he that wounded her
hath hurt me more
:06:52
than had he killed me dead.
:06:54
For now I stand as one upon a rock,
:06:57
environed with a wilderness of sea.
:07:03
This way to death
my wretched sons have gone.
:07:07
Here stands my other son,
a banished man,
:07:11
and here my brother
weeping at my woes.
:07:19
But that which gives my soul
the greatest spurn
:07:22
is dear Lavinia,
:07:25
dearer than my soul.
:07:29
Gentle daughter,
:07:32
let me kiss thy lips...
:07:38
or make some sign
how I may do thee ease.
:07:49
Shall thy good uncle
and thy brother Lucius
:07:52
and thou and I...
:07:54
sit round about some fountain
looking all downwards
:07:57
to behold our cheeks...
:07:59
how they are stained,
like meadows, by a flood?