Ten thousand worse than ever yet I did Would I perform, if I might have my will;
Maureen -je citiraoпре 4 године
Set him breast-deep in earth, and famish him;
Maureen -je citiraoпре 4 године
Lucius, all hail, Rome's royal emperor!
Maureen -je citiraoпре 4 године
Lest Rome herself be bane unto herself, And she whom mighty kingdoms court'sy to, Like a forlorn and desperate castaway, Do shameful execution on herself.
Maureen -je citiraoпре 4 године
This scatter'd corn into one mutual sheaf, These broken limbs again into one body;
Maureen -je citiraoпре 4 године
they are both, baked in that pie;
Maureen -je citiraoпре 4 године
Because the girl should not survive her shame, And by her presence still renew his sorrows.
Maureen -je citiraoпре 4 године
Was it well done of rash Virginius To slay his daughter with his own right hand, Because she was enforced, stain'd, and deflower'd?
Maureen -je citiraoпре 4 године
For peace, for love, for league, and good to Rome: Please you, therefore, draw nigh, and take your places.
Maureen -je citiraoпре 4 године
And with your blood and it I'll make a paste, And of the paste a coffin I will rear And make two pasties of your shameful head