Chiron:
Demetrius! Here's the son of Lucius! He hath some message to deliver us.
Aaron:
Ay, some mad message from his mad grandfather.
Young Lucius:
My lords, with all the humbleness I may, I greet your honors from Andronicus.
Demetrius:
Gramercy, lovely Lucius. What's the news?
Young Lucius:
My grandsire, well advised, hath sent by me the goodliest weapons of his armory to gratify your honorable youth... the hope of Rome, for so he bid me say,and so I do.
[aside]
Young Lucius:
And so I leave you both. Like bloody villains.
[young Lusius leaves]
Demetrius:
What's here, a scroll written round about.
[reads]
Demetrius:
"Integer vitae, scelerisque purus, Non eget Mauri iaculis, nec arce."
Chiron:
Oh, 'tis a verse in Horace. I know it well. " He who is pure of life and free of sin needs no bow and arrow of the Moor."
Aaron:
Ay, just. A verse in Horace. Right, you have it.
[aside]
Aaron:
Now, what a thing it is to be an ass. Here's no sound jest. The old man hath found their guilt and sends them weapons wrapped about with lines that wound beyond their feeling, to the quick. But were our witty empress well afoot, she would applaud Andronicus' conceit, but... let her rest in her unrest awhile.
