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Ruthful to hear, yet piteously perform'd: Aar. Ay, like a black dog, as the saying is.
And this shall all be buried by my death, Luc. Art thou not sorry for these heinous deeds ?
Unless thou swear to me, my child shall live. Aar. Ay, that I had not done a thousand more

Luc.Tell on thy mind; I say,thy child shall live. Even now I curse the day, (and yet, I think,
Aar. Swear that he shall, and then I will begin. 5 Few come within the compass of my curse)
Luc. Whom should I swear by? thou believ'st Wherein I did not some notorious ill:
no god;

As kill a man, or else devise his death;
That granted, how canst thou believe an oath ? Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it;

Aar. What if I do not ? as indeed, I do not: Accuse some innocent, and forswear myself; Yet,--for I know thou art religious,

10 Set deadly enmity between two friends; And hast a thing within thee, called conscience; Make poor men's cattle break their necks; With twenty popish tricks and ceremonies, Set fire on barns and hay-stacks in the night, Which I have seen thee careful to observe,- And bid the owners quench them with their tears. Therefore I urge thy oath ;-For that, I know, Oft have I digg'd up dead men from their graves, An ideot holds his bauble for a god,

15 And set them upright at their dear friends' doors,
And keeps the oath, which by that god he swears; Even when the sorrow almost was forgot ;
To that I'll urge him: Therefore thou shalt vow And on their skins, as on the bark of trees,
By that same god, what god soe'er it be, Have with my knife carved in Roman letters,
That thou ador'st and hast in reverence, Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead.
To save my boy, nourish, and bring himn up; 20 Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful things,
Or else I will discover nought to thee.

As willingly as one would kill a fly;
Luc. Even by my god, I swear to thee, I will. And nothing grieves me heartily indeed,
Aar. First, know thou, I begot him on the But that I cannot do ten thousand more.

Luc. Bring down the devilo; for he must not die Luc. O most insatiate, luxurious woman! 125 So sweet a death, as hanging presently.

Aur. Tut, Lucius! this was but a deedofcharity, Aar. Ifthere be devils, 'would I were a devil, To that which thou shalt hear of me anon, To live and burn in everlasting fire; 'Twas her two sons, that murder'd Bassianus : So I might have your company in hell, They cut thy sister's tongue, and ravish'd her, But to torment you with my bitter tongue! And cut her hands off; and trimm'd her as thou 30 Luc. Sirs, stop his mouth, and let him speak saw'st.

[ining | Lac.0, detestable villain! call'st thou that trim

Enter Æmilius. Aar. Why, she was wash'd, and cut, and Goth. My lord, there is a messenger from Rome trimm'd; and 'twas

Desires to be adınitted to your presence. Trim

sport for them that had the doing of it. 35 Luc. Let him come near. Luc. O, barbarous beastly villains, like thyself! Welcome, Emilius, what's the news from Rome? Aar. Indeed, I was the tutor to instrict them; Æmil. Lord Lucius, and you princes of the That codding spirit had they from their mother,

Goths, As sure a card as ever won the set;

The Roman emperor greets you all by me: That bloody mind, I think, they learn'd of me, 40 And, for he understands you are in arms, As true a dog as ever fought at head.

He craves a parley at your father's house; Well

, let my deeds be witness of my worth. Willing you to demand your hostages, I train'd thy brethren to that guileful hole, And they shall be immediately deliver'd. Where the dead corps of Bassianus lay:

Goth. What says our general? I wrote the letter that thy father found,

45 Luc. Æmilius, let the emperor give his pledges And hid the gold within the letter mentioned, Unto my father and my uncle Marcus, Confederate with the queen, and her two sons: And we will come. March away. [Exeunt. And what not done, that thou hast cause to rue, Wherein I had no stroke of mischief in it?

SCENE II. I play'd the cheater for thy father's hand; 50

Titus Palace in Rome. And, when I had it, drew inyself apart, And almost broke my heart with extreme laughter. Enter Tamora, Chiron, and Demetrius, disguis'd. I pry'd me through the crevice of a wall,

Tam. Thus, in this strange and sad habiliment. When, for his hand, he had his two sons' heads; I will encounter with Andronicus; Beheld bis tears, and laugh'd so heartily, 55 And say, I am Revenge, sent from below, That both mine eyes were rainy like to his; To join with him, and right his heinous wrongs. And when I told the emperess of this sport, Knock at his study, where, they say, he keeps, She swooned almost at my pleasing tale,

To ruminate strange plots of dire revenge; And, for my tidings, gave me twenty kisses. Tell him, Revenge is come to join with him, Goth. What! canst thou say all this, and never 60 And work confusion on his enemies. blush?

[They knock, and Titus opens his study d or. 'i.e. that love of bed-sports.-Cod is a word still used in Yorkshire for a pilloru. 2 Mr. Steevens here observes, that it appears, from these words, that the audience were entertained with part of the apparatus of an execution, and that Aaron was mounted on a ladder, as ready to be turned off. 31%

Tit, Tit. Who doth molest my contemplation ? will embrace thee in it by-and-by. Is it your trick to make me ope the door;

[Exit Titus from abote: That so my sad decrees may fiy away,

Tam. This closing with him fits his lunacy: And all my study be to no effect ?

Whate'er I forge, to feed his brain-sick fits, You are deceiv'd : for what I mean to do, 5 Do you uphold and maintain in your speeches. See here, in bloody lines, I have set down; For now he firmly takes me for Revenge ; And what is written shall be executed.

And, being credulous in this mad thought, Tum. Titus, I am come to talk with thee. I'll make him send for Lucius, his son;

Tit. No, not a word: How can I grace my talk, And, whilst I at a banquet hold him sure, Wanting a hand to give it that accord ? 10 I'll find some cunning practice out of hand, Thou hast the odds of me, therefore no more. To scatter and disperse the giddy Goths, Tum. If thon didst know me, thou would'st Or, at the least, make them his enemies. talk with me.

See, here he comes, and I must ply my theme. Tit. I am not mad: I know thee well enough: Witness this wretched stump, these crimson lines; 15

Enter Titus. Witness these trenches, made by grief and care;

Tit. Long have I been forlorn, and all for thee: Witness the tiring day, and heavy night;

Welcome, dread fury, to my woeful house ;Witness all sorrow, that I know thee well

Rapine, and Murder, you are welcome too: For our proud emperess, mighty Tamora:

How like the emp’ress and her sons you are! Is not thy coming for my other hand ?


Well are you fitted, bad you but a Moor:Tam. Know thou, sad man, I am not Tamora;

Could not all hell afford you such a devil ?She is thy enemy, and I thy friend :

For, well I wot, the emp’ress never wags, I am Revenge ; sent from the infernal kingdom,

But in her company there is a Moor; To ease the gnawing vulture of thy mind,

And, would you represent our queen aright, By working wreakful vengeance on thy foes. 25

It were convenient you had such a devil: Come down, and welcome me to this world's light;

But welcome, as you are. What shall we do? Confer with me of murder, and of death:

Tam. What wouldst thou have us do, Andronicus There's not a hollow cave, nor lurking-place,

Dem. Shew me a murderer, l'll deal with him. No vast obscurity, or misty vale,

Chi. Shew me a villain, that hath done a rape, Where bloody murder, or detested rape,


And I am sent to be reveng'd on him. [wrong, Can couch for fear, but I will find them out;

Tum. Show me a thousand, that have done thee And in their ears tell them my dreadful name,

And I will be revenged on them all. [Rome; Revenge, which makes the foul offenders quake.

Tit. Look round about the wicked streets of Tit. Art thou Revenge? and art thou sent to me,

And when thon tind'st a man that's like thyself, To be a torment to mine enemies?


Good Murder, stab him; he's a murderer.-Tam. I am; therefore come down, and wel

Go thou with him, and, when it is thy hap

To find another that is like to thee, Tit. Do me some service, ere I come to thee.

Good Rapine, stab bim; he is a ravisher.Lo, by thy side where Rape, and Murder, stands;

Go thot with them; and in the emperor's court Now.give some 'surance that thou art Revenge, 40 There is a queen, attended by a Moor; Stah them, or tear them on thy chariot wheels;

Well may'st thou know herbytliyown proportion; And then I'll come, and be thy waggoner,

For up and down she doth resemble thee; And whirl along with thee about the globes.

I pray thee, do on them some violent death,

[do. Provide two proper palfreys, Llack as jet,

They have been violent to :ne and mine. To hale thy vengeful waggon swift away,


Tüm. Well hast thou lesson'd us; this shall we And find out murderers in their guilty caves:

But would it please thee, good Andronicus, And, when thy car is loaden with their heads,

To send for Lucius, thy thrice-valiant son, I will dismount, and by the waggon wheel

Who leads towards Romea bayd of warlike Goths, Trot, like a servile footman, all day long;

And bid bim come and banquet at thy house: Even from Hyperion's rising in the east,


When he is here, even at thy solemn feast, Until his very downfat in the sea :

I will bring in the emp'ress and her sons, And day by day I'll do this heavy task, The emperor himself, and all thy foes; So thou destroy Rapine and Marder there. And at thy mercy shall they stoop and kneel, Tam. These are my ministers, and come with me.

And on them shalt thou ease thy angry heart. Tit. Are they thy ministers? what are they j5 What says Andronicus to this device?

Tit. Marcus, my brother !-'tis sad Titus calls, Tam. Rapine, and Murder; therefore called so,

Enter Marcus. 'Cause they take vengeance on such kind of men. Go, gentle Marcus, to thy nephew Lucius; Tät. Good lord, how like the empress' sons Thou shalt enquire hiin out among the Goths they are!

|hoBid him repair to me, and bring with him And you, the emp’ress ! But we worldly men some of the chiefest princes of the Goths ; Havé miserable, mad, mistaking eyes.

Bid him encamp his soldiers where they are: () sweet Revenge, now do I come to thee: Tell him, the emperor and the emperess too And, if one arm's embracement will content thee, Feast at my house; and he shall feast with theine

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This do thou for my love; and so let him, {Hark, wretches, how I mean to martyr you. As he regards his aged father's life. ·

This one hand yet is left to cut your throats ; Marc. This will I do, and soon return again. Whilst that Lavinia’twixt her stumps doth hold

[Exit. The bason, that receives your guilty blood. Tam. Now will I hence about thy business, 5 You know, your mother means to teast with me, And take my ministers along with me. [me; And cal's herself Revenge, and thinks me mad,

Tit. Nay, nay, let Rape and Murder stay with Hark, villains ; I will grind your bones to dust, Or else I'll call my brother back again,

. And with your blood and it I'll make a paste; And cleave to no revenge but Lucius.

And of the paste a coffin' will I rear, Tum. [to her sons.] What say you, boys? will 10 And make two pasties of your shameful heads; you abide with him,

And bid that strumpet, your unhallow'd dam, Whiles I go tell my lord the emperor,

|Like to the earth, swallow her own increase. How I have govern'd our determin’djest? This is the feast that I have bid her to, Yield to his humour, smooth and speak him fair, And this the banquet she shall surfeit on; And tarry with hiin’till I come again. [mad; 15 For worse than Philomel you us'd my daughter,

Tit. I know them all, though they suppose me And worse than Prognè I will be reveng’d: And will o'er-reach them in their own devices, And now prepare your throats.—Lavinia, come, A pair of cursed hell-hounds, and their dam! Receive the blood: and, when that they are dead,

(Aside. Let me go grind their bones to powder small, Dem. Madam, depart at pleasure, leave us here. 20 And with this hateful liquor temper it; Tam. Farewell, Andronicus: Revenge now goes And in that paste let their vile heads be bak’d. To lay a complot to betray thy foes.[Exit Tumora. Come, come, be every one officious Tit. I know, thou dost; and, sweet Revenge, To make this banquet; which I wish might prove farewell

(ploy'd More stern and bloody than the Centaur's feast. Chi. Tell us, old man, how shall we be em- 25

[Hecuts their throuts, Tit. Tut, I have work enough for you to do.- so, now bring them in, for I will play the cook. Publius, coine hither, Caius, and Valentine! And see them ready 'gainst their inother comes. Enter Publius, and Servants.

[Ereunt. Pub. What is your will?


. Tit. Know you these two ?

130 Enter Lucius, Marcus, and Gohs, with Aaron Pub. The emperess' sons,

prisoner. I take them, Chiron, and Demetrius. [ceiv'd; Luc. Uncle Marcus, since it is my father's mind, Tit

. Fye, Publius, fye! thou art too much de- That I repair to Rome, I am content. will. The one is Murder, Rape is the other's name : Goth. And ours with thine, befall what fortune And therefore bind them, gentle Publius ; 35 Luc. Good uncle, take you in this barbarous Caius, and Valentine, lay hands on them: This ravenous tiger, this accursed devi!; [Moor, Oit have you heard me wish for such an hour, Let him receive no sustenance, fetter him, And now I find it: therefore bind them sure; 'Till he be brought unto the emperor's face, And stop their mouths, if they begin to cry: For testimony of these foul proceedings :

[Exii Titus. 401 And see the ambush of our friends be strong; Chi. Villains, forbear; we are the em'press' sons. I fear the emperor means no good to us. Pub. And therefore do we what we are com- Aar. Some devil whisper curses in mine ear, mandled.

And prompt me, that my tongue may utter forth Stop close their mouths,let them not speak a word: The venomous malice of my swelling heart ! Ishestre bound: look, that you bind them fast. 45 Luc. Away, inhuman dog! unhallow'd slave! Re-enter Titus Andronicus with a knife,and Larinia

[Exeunt Goths, with Aaron. with a bason.

Sirs, help our uncle to convey him in. [Flourish. Tit. Come, come, Lavinia ; look, thy foes are The trumpets shew the emperor is at hand. bound :

Sound trumpets. Enter Saturninus and Tumora, Sirs, stop their mouths, let them not speak to me ; 50

with Tribunes and others. But let thein hear what fearful words I utter. Sat. What, hath the firmament more sups than O villains, Chiron and Deinetrius ! [mud;

one? Here stands the spring whom you have stain'd with Luc. What boots it thee to call thyself a sun ? This goodly summer with your winter mir’d. Marc. Rome's emperor, and nephew, break the You kill'd her husband; and, for that vile fault, 55 parle “; Tuo of her brothers were condeinu'd to death; These quarrels must be quietly debated. My hand cut off, and made a merry jest ; [deer The feast is ready, which the caretul Titus Both her sweet hands, her tongue, and that, more Hath ordain'd to an honourable end, Inan hands or tongue, her spotless chastity, Forpeace, for love, for league and good to Rome: Lihuman traitors, you constrain’d and forc'ú. 60 Please you, therefore, draw nigh, and take your What would you say, if I should let you speak?

places. Villains, for shame you could not beg for grace. Sat. Marcus, we will.

[Hautboys. ' A coffin is the terın of art for the cavity of a raised pye. i, e. begin the parley.-We yet say be breaks his inind.


A table

her face.


Atable brought in. Enter Titus, like a cook, placing Do shameful execution on herself. the meat on the table, and Lavinia, with a veilopei Marc. But if iny frosty signs and chaps of age,

Grave witnesses of true experience, Tit. Welcome, my gracious lord; welcome, Cannot induce you to attend my words dread queen;

5 Speak, Rome's dear friend; as et our ancestor, Welcome, ye warlike Goths ; welcome, Lucius;

[To Lucius, And welcome, all: although the cheer be poor, When with his solemn tongue he did discourse, 'Twill fill your stomachs; please you eat of it.

To love-sick Dido's sad attending ear, Sat. Why art thou thus attir'd, Andronicus ? The story of that baleful burning night,

Tit. Because I would be sure to have all well, 10 When subtle Greeks surpriz’dking Prian's Troy; To entertain your highness, and your emperess.

Tell us, what Sinon hath bewitch'd our cars, Tam. We are beholden to you, good Andronicus. Or who hath brought the fatal engine in, Tit. An if your highness knew my heart, you That gives our Troy,our Rome, the civil wound.

My heart is not compact of flint, nor steel; My lord the emperor, resolve me this; 15 Nor can I utter all our bitter grief, Was it well done of rash Virginius,

But floods of tears will drown my oratory, Tọ slay his daughter with his own right hand, And break my very utterance; even in the time Because she was enforc'd, stain'd, and deflower'd: When it should move you to attend me most, Sat. It was, Andronicus.

Lending your kind commiseration : Tit. Your reason, mighty lord? [shame, 20 Here is a captain, let him tell the tale;

Sat. Because the girl should not survive her Your hearts will throb and weep to hear him spcak, And by her presence still renew his sorrows. Luc. Then, noble auditory, be it known to yon,

Tit. A reason mighty, strong, and effectual; That cursed Chịron and Demetrius A pattern, precedent, and lively warrant, Were they that murdered our emperor's brother; For me most wretched to perform the like: |25And they it was, that ravished our sister: Die, die, Lavinia, and thy shame with thee; For their fell faults our brothers were beheaded; And, with thy shame, thy father's sorrow' die! Our father's tears despis'd; and basely cozen'd

[He kills her. Of that true hand, that fought Rome's quarrelout, Sat. What hast thou done, unnatural, and un- And sent her enemies unto the grave, kind?

[me blind. 30 Lastly, myself unkindly banished, Tit. Kill'd her, for whom my tears have made The gates shut on me, and turn'd weeping out. J ain as woeful as Virginius was:

To beg relief among Rome's enemies; And have a thousand times more causc than he Who drown'd their enmity in my true tears, To do this outrage ;-and it is now done. And op'd their arins to embrace me as a friend : Şat. What, was she ravished ? tell, who did the 35 And I am the turn'd-forth, be it known to you, deed ?

[highness feed That have preşery'd her welfare in my blood: Tit. Will’t please you eat? will 't please your And from her bosom took the eneniy's point, Tam. Why hast thou slain thine only daughter Sheathing the steel in my advent'rous body: thus?

Alas ! you know, I am no vaunter, I; Tit. Not I; 'twas Chiron, and Demetrius : 40 My scărs can witness, dumb although they are, They ravish'd her, and cut away her tongue,

That my report is just, and full of truth. And they, 'twas they, that did her all this wrong. But, soft, methinks, I do digress too much,

Sat. Go fetch them hither to us presently. Citing my worthless praise : 0, pardon me; Tit, Why, there they are both, baked in that For when no friends are by,menpraise themselves. pye;

45 Marc. Now is my turn to speak; Behold this Whereof their mother daintily hath fed,

child, Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred. Of this was Tamora delivered ; "Tis true, 'tis true; witness my knite's sharp point. The issue of an irreligious Moor,

[He stabs Tamoru. Chief architect and plotter of these woes: Sat. Die,frantick wretch, for this accursed deed. 50 The villain is alive in Titus' house,

(He stabs Titus. And as he is, to witness this is true. Luc. Can the son's eye behold bis father bleed? Now judge, what cause had Titus to revenge There's need for meed, death for a deadly deed. These wrongs, unspeakable, past patience,

(Lucius stabs Saturninus. Or more than any living man could beas, Tarc. You sad-fac'a men, people and sons 015: Now you have heard the truth, what say you, Rome,

Romans? By uproar sever'd, like a flight of fowl

Have we done ought aniss ? Shew us wherein, Scatter'd by winds and bigh tempestuous gusts, And, from the place where you behold us now, 0, let me teach you how to knit again

The poor remainder of Andronici This scatter'd corn into one mutual sheaf, 60 Will, hand in hand, all headlong cast us down, These broken limbs again into one body. And on the ragged stones beat forth our brains,

Goth. Let Rome herself be bane unto herşelf: And make a mutual closure of our house. And she, whom mighty kingdoms curtsy to, speak, Romans, speak: and if you say we sball, Like a forlorn and desperate cast-away, Lo, hand in hand, Lucius and I will fall.



£m. Come, come, thou reverend man of Rome, ('Would I were dead, so you did live again! And bring our emperor gently in thy hand, O Lord, I cannot speak to him for weeping; Lucius our emperor; for, well I know,

My tears will choak me, if I ope my mouth.
The common voice do cry, it shall be so.

Enter Romans, with Aaron.
Marc. Lucius, all hail; Rome's royal emperor! 5 Rom, You sad Andronici, have done with woes;
Go, go into old Titus' sorrowful house;

Give sentence on this execrable wretch,
And hither hale that misbelieving Moor,

That hath been breeder of these dire events.
To be adjudgd some direful slaughtering death, Luc. Set him breast-deep in earth, and famisha
As punishment for his most wicked life.
Lucius, all hail, Rome's gracious governor !

10 There let him stand, and rave and cry for food:
Luc. Thanks, gentle Roinans; May I govern so, If any one relieves or pities him,
To heal Rome's harms, and wipe away her woe!

For the offence be dies. This is our doom: But, gentle people, give me aim a while, Some stay to see himn fasten'd in the earth. For nature puts me to a heavy task ;-

Aar. O, why should wrath be mute, and fury Stand all aloof;-but, uncle, draw you near,


To shed obsequious tears upon this trunk: I am no baby, I, that, with base prayers,
0, take this warm kiss on thy pale cold lips, I should repent the evils I have done;

[Kisses Titus. Ten thousand, worse than ever yet I did,
These sorrowful drops upon thy blood-stain'd face, Would I perform, if I might have my will:
The last true duties of thy noble son! 201f one good deed in all my life I did,
Marc. Ay, tear for tear, and loving kiss for kiss, I do repent it from my very soul.
Thy brother Marcus tenders on thy lips :

Luc. Some loving friends convey the emperor 0, were the sum of these that I should pay

hence, Countless and infinite, yet would I


them! And give him burial in his father's grave:
Luc. Come hither, boy; come, come, and learn 25 My father, and Lavinia, shall forthwith
of us

Be closed in our household's monument.
Tomeltin showers: Thy grandsire lov'd thee well: As for that heinous tyger, Tamora,
Many a time he danc'd thee on his knee,

No funeral rites, por man in mournful weeds,
Sung thee asleep, his loving breast thy pillow; No mournful bell shall ring her burial ;
Many a matter hath he told to thee,

30 But throw her forth to beasts, and birds of prey: Meet, and agreeing with thine infancy:

Her life was beast-like, and devoid of pity; In that respect thes, like a loving child,

And, being so, shall have like want of pity. Shed yet soine small drops from thy

tenderspring, See justice done on Aaron, that damnd Moor, Because kind nature doth require it so:

From whom our heavy haps had their beginning:
Friends should associate friends in grief and woe: 35 Then, afterwards, to order well the state;
Bid him farewell; commit him to the grave; That like events may ne'er it ruinate.
Do him that kindness, and take leave of him. [heart

[Exeunt omnes, Bay. Ograndsire, grandsire! eyen with all my

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