Lucius.
Approved warriors, and my faithful friends,
I have received letters from great Rome,
Which signify, what hate they bear their Emp'ror,
And how desirous of our sight they are.
Therefore, great Lords, be, as your titles witness,
Imperious and impatient of your wrongs;
And wherein Rome hath done you any scathe,
Let him make treble satisfaction.

Goth.
Brave slip, sprung from the great Andronicus,
Whose name was once our terror, now our comfort;
Whose high exploits and honourable deeds
Ingrateful Rome requites with foul contempt,
Be bold in us; we'll follow, where thou lead'st,
Like stinging bees in hottest summer's day,
Led by their master to the flower'd fields,
And be aveng'd on cursed Tamora.

Omn.
And, as he saith, so say we all with him.

Luc.
I humbly thank him, and I thank you all.
But who comes here, led by a lusty Goth?

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