:14:02
Then give me leave.
:14:04
For losers will have leave
to ease their stomachs
:14:08
with their bitter tongues.
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Worthy Andronicus,
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ill art thou repaid
for that good hand
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thou sent'st the emperor.
:15:32
Here are the heads
of thy two noble sons,
:15:35
and here's thy hand,
in scorn to thee sent back.
:15:38
And be my heart an ever burning hell!
:15:40
These miseries are more
than may be borne.
:15:42
That this sight should
make so deep a wound,
:15:45
and yet detested life
not shrink thereat!
:15:50
Alas, poor heart,
that kiss is comfortless
:15:53
as frozen water to a starved snake.
:15:56
When will
this fearful slumber have an end?
:15:59
Die, Andronicus!