Draw thy sword: one stroke Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st, And I the king shall love thee.
Me, poor man—my library Was dukedom large enough: of temporal royalties He thinks me now incapable; confederates,— So dry he was for sway,—wi' th' King of Naples To give him annual tribute, do him homage; Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend The dukedom, yet unbow'd—alas, poor Milan!
This King of Naples, being an enemy To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; Which was, that he, in lieu o' the premises Of homage and I know not how much tribute, Should presently extirpate me and mine Out of the dukedom, and confer fair Milan, With all the honours on my brother: whereon, A treacherous army levied, one midnight Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open The gates of Milan; and, i' th' dead of darkness, The ministers for th' purpose hurried thence Me and thy crying…
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Such a look from another man would merit a slap, but from Keenan, it's more tribute than insult.
Sabaa Tahir -- An Ember in the Ashes
I will speak first of our ancestors, for it is right and seemly that now, when we are lamenting the dead, a tribute should be paid to their memory.