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: Chiron, thy years wants wit, thy wit wants edge and manners, to intrude where I am graced, and may for aught thou knowest, affected be. Chiron
: Demetrius, thou dost overween it all and so in this, to bare me down with braves. 'Tis not the difference of a year or two makes me less gracious or thee more fortunate. I am as able and as fit as thou to serve and deserve my mistress' grace, and that my sword upon thee shall approve. And plead my passions for Lavinia's love. Aaron
: [to the camera
] Clubs, clubs! These lovers will not keep the peace. Demetrius
: [to Chiron
] Why, boy, although our mother, unadvised gave you a dancing rapier by your side are you so desprite grown to threat your friends? Go to! Have your lath glued within your sheath till you know better how to handle it. Chiron
: Meanwhile, sir, with the little skill I have full well shalt thou perceive how much i dare. Demetrius
: Ay, boy, grow ye so brave?
: [Aaron stops them
] How now, lords! Here in the emperor's palace dare you draw and maintain such a quarrel openly? Full well I wot the ground of all this grudge. I would not for a million of gold the cause were known to them it most concerns. Nor would your noble mother for much more be so dishonored in the cort of Rome. For shame, put up. Demetrius
: Not till I have sheathed my rapier in his bosom and withal thrust those reproachful speeches down his throat that he hath breathed in my dishonor here. Chiron
: For that I am prepared and full resolved. Foul-spoken coward, that thunderest with thy tongue and with thy weapon nothing darest perform. Aaron
: Away, I say! Now, by the gods that warlike Goths adore, this petty brabble will undo us all. Why, lords, think you not how dangerous it is to step upon a prince's right? What, is Lavinia then become so loose or Bassianus so degenerate that for her love such quarrels may be broached without controlment, justice, or revenge? Young lords, beware. And should the empress know this discord's ground, the music would not please.
: O cruel, irreligious peity! Chiron
: Was ever Scythia half so barbarous? Demetrius
: Oppose not Scythia to ambitious Rome! Alarbus goes to rest and we survive to tremble under Titus' threat'ning look.
: [in the woods with the maimed and mutilated Lavinia
] So, now go tell, an if thy tongue can speak, who 'twas that cut thy tongue and ravished thee? Chiron
: Write down thy mind. Bewary thy meaning so, and if they stumps will let thee play thy scribe. Demetrius
: See how with signs and tokens she can scrowl. Chiron
: Go home. Call for sweet water. Wash thy hands. Demetrius
: She hath no tongue to call nor hands to wash; and so let's leave her with her silent walks. Chiron
: And 'twere my cause, I should go hang myself. Demetrius
: If thou hadst hands to help thee knit the cord.
: Demetrius! Here's the son of Lucius! He hath some message to deliver us. Aaron
: Ay, some mad message from his mad grandfather. Young Lucius
: My lords, with all the humbleness I may, I greet your honors from Andronicus. Demetrius
: Gramercy, lovely Lucius. What's the news? Young Lucius
: My grandsire, well advised, hath sent by me the goodliest weapons of his armory to gratify your honorable youth... the hope of Rome, for so he bid me say,and so I do.
] Young Lucius
: And so I leave you both. Like bloody villains.
[young Lusius leaves
: What's here, a scroll written round about.
: "Integer vitae, scelerisque purus, Non eget Mauri iaculis, nec arce." Chiron
: Oh, 'tis a verse in Horace. I know it well. " He who is pure of life and free of sin needs no bow and arrow of the Moor." Aaron
: Ay, just. A verse in Horace. Right, you have it.
: Now, what a thing it is to be an ass. Here's no sound jest. The old man hath found their guilt and sends them weapons wrapped about with lines that wound beyond their feeling, to the quick. But were our witty empress well afoot, she would applaud Andronicus' conceit, but... let her rest in her unrest awhile.
: Villain, what hast thou done? Aaron
: That which thou canst not undo. Chiron
: Thou hast undone our mother. Aaron
: Villain, I have done thy mother.
: Aaron, a thousand deaths would I propose to achieve her whom I love. Aaron
: To achieve her? How? Demetrius
: Why makest thou it so strange? She is a woman and therefore may be woo'd. She is a woman, therefore may be won. She is Lavinia, therefore must be loved!