for joy

Greg Fallis

Aaron. [Aside] Pray to the devils; the gods have given us over.
[Trumpets sound within]
Demetrius. Why do the emperor's trumpets flourish thus?
Chiron. Belike, for joy the emperor hath a donut.
Demetrius. Soft! who comes here?
[Enter a Nurse, with a chocolate donut in her arms]

(Titus Andronicus, Act IV, Scene 2)

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