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Monologues for Men

SAT.

Why, lords, what wrongs are these! was ever seen

An emperor in Rome thus overborne,

Troubled, confronted thus, and, for the extent

Of egall justice, us’d in such contempt?

My lords, you know, as know the mightful gods,

However these disturbers of our peace

Buzz in the people’s ears, there nought hath pass’d,

But even with law, against the willful sons

Of old Andronicus. And what and if

His sorrows have so overwhelm’d his wits?

Shall we be thus afflicted in his wreaks,

His fits, his frenzy, and his bitterness?

And now he writes to heaven for his redress.

See, here’s to Jove, and this to Mercury,

This to Apollo, this to the god of war:

Sweet scrolls to fly about the streets of Rome!

What’s this but libelling against the Senate,

And blazoning our unjustice every where?

A goodly humor, is it not, my lords?

As who would say, in Rome no justice were.

But if I live, his feigned ecstasies

Shall be no shelter to these outrages,

But he and his shall know that justice lives

In Saturninus’ health, whom, if he sleep,

He’ll so awake as he in fury shall

Cut off the proud’st conspirator that lives.

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