If it be proved! you see it is apparent. Who found this letter? Tamora, was it you? Andronicus himself did take it up. I did, my lord: yet let me be their bail; For, by my father's reverend tomb, I vow They shall be ready at your highness' will To answer their suspicion with their lives. Thou shalt not bail them: see thou follow me. Some bring the murder'd body, some the murderers: Let them not speak a word; the guilt is plain; For, by my soul, were there worse end than death, That end upon them should be executed. Andronicus, I will entreat the king; Fear not thy sons; they shall do well enough. Come, Lucius, come; stay not to talk with them. So, now go tell, an if thy tongue can speak, Who 'twas that cut thy tongue and ravish'd thee. Write down thy mind, bewray thy meaning so, An if thy stumps will let thee play the scribe. See, how with signs and tokens she can scrowl. Go home, call for sweet water, wash thy hands. She hath no tongue to call, nor hands to wash; And so let's leave her to her silent walks. An 'twere my case, I should go hang myself. If thou hadst hands to help thee knit the cord. Who is this? my niece, that flies away so fast! Cousin, a word; where is your husband? If I do dream, would all my wealth would wake me! If I do wake, some planet strike me down, That I may slumber in eternal sleep! Speak, gentle niece, what stern ungentle hands Have lopp'd and hew'd and made thy body bare Of her two branches, those sweet ornaments, Whose circling shadows kings have sought to sleep in, And might not gain so great a happiness As have thy love? Why dost not speak to me? Alas, a crimson river of warm blood, Like to a bubbling fountain stirr'd with wind, Doth rise and fall between thy rosed lips, Coming and going with thy honey breath. But, sure, some Tereus hath deflowered thee, And, lest thou shouldst detect him, cut thy tongue. Ah, now thou turn'st away thy face for shame! And, notwithstanding all this loss of blood, As from a conduit with three issuing spouts, Yet do thy cheeks look red as Titan's face Blushing to be encountered with a cloud. Shall I speak for thee? shall I say 'tis so? O, that I knew thy heart; and knew the beast, That I might rail at him, to ease my mind! Sorrow