Helpe Gransier helpe , my Aunt Lauinia , Followes me euery where I know not why . Good Vncle Marcus see how swift she comes , Alas sweet Aunt , I know not what you meane I when my father was in Rome she did My Lord I know not I , nor can I gesse , Vnlesse some fit or frenzie do possesse her : For I haue heard my Gransier say full oft , Extremitie of griefes would make men mad . And I haue read that Hecuba of Troy , Ran mad through sorrow , that made me to feare , Although my Lord , I know my noble Aunt , Loues me as deare as ere my mother did , And would not but in fury fright my youth , Which made me downe to throw my bookes , and flie Causles perhaps , but pardon me sweet Aunt , And Madam , if my Vncle Marcus goe , I will most willingly attend your Ladyship Grandsier ‘ tis Ouids Metamorphosis , My mother gaue it me I say my Lord , that if I were a man , Their mothers bed-chamber should not be safe , For these bad bond-men to the yoake of Rome And Vncle so will I , and if I liue I with my dagger in their bosomes Grandsire : My Lords , with all the humblenesse I may , I greete your honours from Andronicus , And pray the Romane Gods confound you both O Grandsire , Grandsire : euen with all my heart Would I were Dead , so you did Liue againe . O Lord , I cannot speake to him for weeping , My teares will choake me , if I ope my mouth