Lo, as the bark that hath discharged his freight returns with precious lading to the bay from whence at first she weighted her anchorage, cometh Andronicus.
These words are razors to my wounded heart.
What we did was mildly as we might.
Now climbeth Tamora Olympus' top, advanced above pale envy's threatening reach.
Full well I wot the ground of all this grudge.
Young lords, beware -- and should the empress know this discord's ground, the music would not please.
'Tis policy and stratagem must do that you affect.
A speedier course than lingering languishment must we pursue, and I have found the path.
We may, each wreathed in the other's arms, our pastimes done, possess a golden slumber.
My compassionate heart will not permit mine eyes once to behold the thing whereat it trembles by surmise.
O earth, I will befriend thee more with rain that shall distil from these two ancient ruins than youthful April shall with all his showers.
O, that delightful engine of her thoughts, that blabbed them with such pleasing eloquence, is torn from forth that pretty hollow cage where, like a sweet melodious bird, it sung sweet varied notes, enchanting every ear.
I shall never come to bliss till all these mischiefs be returned again even in their throats that hath committed them.
O would thou wert as thou tofore hast been!
She drinks no other drink but tears, brewed with her sorrow, mashed upon her cheeks.
Thou shalt not sigh, nor wink, nor nod, nor kneel, nor make a sign, but I of these will wrest an alphabet and by still practice learn to know thy meaning.
You were as good to shoot against the wind.
Oft have I digged up dead men from their graves and set them upright at their dear friends' door, even when their sorrows almost was forgot, and on their skins, as on the bark of trees, have with my knife carved in Roman letters, 'Let not your sorrow die though I am dead.'
Who doth molest my contemplation?
You do but plot your deaths by this device.
Yield to his humour, smooth and speak him fair.
Unknit that sorrow-wreathen knot.
Why, there they are, both baked in this pie, whereof their mother daintily hath fed, eating the flesh that she herself hath bred.