William Shakespeare,
Titus Andronicus
(1926)
“ Marcus, we are but shrubs, no cedars we; No big-bon'd men fram'd of the Cyclops' size; But metal, Marcus, steel to the very back, Yet wrung with wrongs more than our backs can bear: 48 And sith there's no justice in earth nor hell, We will solicit heaven and move the gods To send down Justice for to wreak our wrongs. Come, to this gear. You are a good archer, Marcus. 52 He gives them the arrows. ”
