Young LUCIUS

Help, grandsire, help! my aunt Lavinia\ Follows me every where, I know not why:\ Good uncle Marcus, see how swift she comes.\ Alas, sweet aunt, I know not what you mean.

MARCUS ANDRONICUS

Stand by me, Lucius; do not fear thine aunt.

TITUS ANDRONICUS

She loves thee, boy, too well to do thee harm.

Young LUCIUS

Ay, when my father was in Rome she did.

MARCUS ANDRONICUS

What means my niece Lavinia by these signs?

TITUS ANDRONICUS

Fear her not, Lucius: somewhat doth she mean:\ See, Lucius, see how much she makes of thee:\ Somewhither would she have thee go with her.\ Ah, boy, Cornelia never with more care\ Read to her sons than she hath read to thee\ Sweet poetry and Tully's Orator.

MARCUS ANDRONICUS

Canst thou not guess wherefore she plies thee thus?

Young LUCIUS

My