Alas$$$ poor man! Grief has so wrought on him$$$
He takes false shadows for true substances.

Why$$$ foolish Lucius$$$ dost thou not perceive
That Rome is but a wilderness of tigers?

Alas$$$ a crimson river of warm blood$$$
Like to a bubbling fountain stirred with wind$$$
Doth rise and fall between thy rosed lips$$$
Coming and going with thy honey breath.

The worse to her$$$ the better loved of me.

Vengeance is in my heart$$$ death in my hand$$$
Blood and revenge are hammering in my head.

Madam$$$ though Venus govern your desires$$$
Saturn is dominator over mine.

She is a woman$$$ therefore may be wooed:
She is a woman$$$ therefore may be won:
She is Lavinia$$$ therefore must be loved.

And make them know what 'tis to let a queen
Kneel in the streets and beg for grace in vain.

Content thee$$$ prince$$$ I will restore to thee
The people's hearts$$$ and wean them from themselves.

O cruel$$$ irreligious piety!