:45:00
Here, boy, to Pallas.
:45:03
Here, to Mercury.
:45:07
To Saturn, Caius,
not to Saturnine.
:45:09
You were as good to shoot
against the wind.
:45:12
To it, boy.
:45:14
Eh...
:45:17
Marcus, loose when I bid.
:45:19
Of my word,
I've written to effect.
:45:21
There's not a god
left unsolicited.
:45:23
My lord, I aim
a mile beyond the moon.
:45:26
Your letter is with Jupiter by this.
:45:32
Marcus, we are but shrubs,
no cedars we,
:45:37
no big-boned men framed
of the Cyclops' size.
:45:42
But metal, Marcus,
steel to the very back,
:45:45
yet wrung with wrongs
more than our backs can bear.
:45:51
And sith there's no justice
in earth nor hell,
:45:54
we will solicit heaven
:45:57
and move the gods
to send down justice
:45:59
for to wreak our wrongs.
:46:03
Come, masters, draw.
:46:05
Kinsmen...
:46:07
shoot all your shafts into the court.
:46:08
We will afflict
the emperor in his pride.
:46:34
Good boy, in Virgo's lap.
Give it Pallas.
:46:48
It's from Titus!
It's from Titus!