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And in the Capitol and senate's right,

And sleep in peace, slain in your country's wars' Whom you pretend to honour and adore, –

O sacred receptacle of my joys, That you withdraw you, and abate your strength ; Sweet cell of virtue and nobility, Dismiss your followers, and, as suitors should, How many sons of mine hast thou in store, Plead your deserts in peace and humbleness. That thou wilt never render to me more ? Sat. How fair the tribune speaks to calm my Luc. Give us the proudest prisoner of the Goths, thoughts!

That we may hew his limbs, and, on a pile, Bas. Marcus Andronicus, so I do affy

Ad manes fratrum sacrifice his flesh, In thy uprightness and integrity,

Before this earthly prison of their bones; And so I love and honour thee and thine,

That so the shadows be not unappeas'd, Thy nobler brother Titus, and his sons,

Nor we disturb'd with prodigies on earth. And her, to whom my thoughts are humbled all, Tit. I give him you ; the noblest that survives, Gracious Lavinia, Rome's rich ornament,

The eldest son of this distressed queen. That I will here dismiss my loving friends;

Tam. Stay, Roman brethren;- Gracious conAnd to my fortunes, and the people's favour,

queror, Commit my cause in balance to be weigh’d.

Victorious Titus, rue the tears I shed, [Ereunt the Followers of Bassianus. A mother's tears in passion for her son : Sat. Friends, that have been thus forward in my And, if thy sons were ever dear to thee, right,

O, think my son to be as dear to me. I thank you all, and here dismiss you all ;

Sufficeth not, that we are brought to Rome, And to the love and favour of my country

To beautify thy triumphs, and return, Commit myself, my person, and the cause.

Captive to thee, and to thy Roman yoke ; (Ereunt the Followers of SaturNINUS. But must my sons be slaughter'd in the streets, Rome, be as just and gracious unto me,

For valiant doings in their country's cause ? As I am confident and kind to thee.

0! if to fight for king and common weal Open the gates, and let me in.

Were piety in thine, it is in these. Bas. Tribunes! and me, a poor competitor. Andronicus, stain not thy tomb with blood : (Sar. and Bas. go into the Capitol, and ereunl Wilt thou draw near the nature of the gods? with Senators, Marcus, &c.

Draw near them then in being merciful :

Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge;
SCENE II. The same.

Thrice-noble Titus, spare my first-born son.

Tit. Patient yourself, madam, and pardon me. Enter a Captain and others.

These are their brethren, whom you Goths beheld Cap. Romans, make way; The good Andronicus, Alive, and dead; and for their brethren slain, Patron of virtue, Rome's best champion,

Religiously they ask a sacrifice : Successful in the battles that he fights,

To this your son is mark'd; and die he must, With honour and with fortune is return'd,

To appease their groaning shadows that are gone. From where he circumscribed with his sword,

Luc. Away with him; and make a fire straight; And brought to yoke, the enemies of Rome. And with our swords, upon a pile of wood,

Let's hew his limbs, till they be clean consum’d. Flourish of trumpets, fc. Enter Mutius and Mar

(Ereunt Lucius, Quintus, Martius, and Tius: after them, two men bearing a coffin covered

Mutius, with ALARBUS. with black; then Quintus and Lucius. After

Tam. O cruel, irreligious piety! them, Titus ANDRONICUS; and then Tamora, with

Chi. Was ever Scythia half so barbarous ? ALARBUS, CHIRON, DEMETRIUS, Aaron, and other

Dem. Oppose not Scythia to ambitious Rome. Goths, prisoners; Soldiers and People, following. Alarbus goes to rest ; and we survive The bearers set down the coffin, and Titus speaks.

To tremble under Titus' threatening look. Tit. Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning | Then, madam, stand resolv'd ; but hope withal, weeds!

The self-same gods, that arm’d the queen of Troy Lo, as the bark, that hath discharg'd her fraught, With opportunity of sharp revenge Returns with precious lading to the bay,

Upon the Thracian tyrant in his tent, From whence at first she weigh'd her anchorage, May favour Tamora, the queen of Goths, Cometh Andronicus, bound with laurel boughs, (When Goths were Goths, and Tamora was queen,) To re-salute his country with his tears ;

To quit the bloody wrongs upon her foes. Tears of true joy for his return to Rome.

Re-enter Lucius, QUINTUS, MARTIUS, and MUTIUS, Thou great defender of this Capitol,

with their swords bloody. Stand gracious to the rites that we intend ! Romans, of five and twenty valiant sons,

Luc. See, lord and father, how we have performi'd Half of the number that king Priam had,

Our Roman rites : Alarbus' limbs are lopp'd, Behold the poor remains, alive, and dead!

And entrails feed the sacrificing fire, These, that survive, let Rome reward with love; Whose smoke, like incense, doth perfume the sky. These, that I bring unto their latest home,

Remaineth nought, but to inter our brethren, With burial amongst their ancestors :

And with loud 'larums welcome them to Rome. Here Goths have given me leave to sheath my sword. Tit. Let it be so, and let Andronicus Titus, unkind, and careless of thine own,

Make this his latest farewell to their souls. Why suffer'st thou thy sons, unburied yet,

[Trumpets sourded, and the coffin laid in the tomb. To hover on the dreadful shore of Styx!

In peace and honour rest you here, my sons ; Make way to lay them by their brethren.

Rome's readiest champions, repose you here,

[The tomb is opened. Secure from worldly chances and mishaps ! There greet in silence, as the dead are wont,

Here lurks no treason, here no envy grells,


Here g?ow no damned grudges; here, are no storms,

I will most thankful be: and thanks, lo men dio soise, but silence aid eternal sleep:

Of noble minds, is honourable meed.

7'it. People of Rome, and people's tribunes here, Enter LAVINIA.

I ask your voices, and your suffrages; In peace and honour rest you here, my sons ! Will you bestow them friendly on Andronicus?

Lav. In peace and honour live lord Titus long; Trib. To gratify the good Andronicus, My noble lord and father, live in fame!

And gratulate his safe return to Rome, Lo! at this tomb my tributary tears

The people will accept whom he admits. I rend for my brethren's obsequies;

Tit. Tribunes, I thank you : and this suit I make, And at thy feet I kneel, with tears of joy

That you create your emperor's eldest son, Shed on the earth, for thy return to Rome :

Lord Saturnine; whose virtues will, I hope, O, bless me here with thy victorious hand,

Reflect on Rome, as Titan's rays on earth, Whose fortunes Rome's best citizens applaud. And ripen justice in this common-weal :

Tit. Kind Rome, that hast thus lovingly reserv'd Then if you will elect by my advice, The cordial of mine age to glad my heart!

Crown him, and say, - Long live our emperor

! Lavinia, live; outlive thy father's days,

Mar. With voices and applause of every sort, And fame's eternal date, for virtue's praise ! Patricians, and plebeians, we create

Lord Saturninus, Rome's great emperor ; Enter MARCUS ANDRONICUS, SATURNINUS,

And say, — Long live our emperor Saturnine ! BASSIANUS, and others.

(A long flourich Mar. Long live lord Titus, my beloved brother, Sat. Titus Andronicus, for thy favours done Gracious triumpher in the eyes of Rome!

To us in our election this day,
Tit. Thanks, gentle tribune, noble brother Mar- I give thee thanks in part of thy deserts,

And will with deeds requite thy gentleness : Mar. And welcome, nephews, from successful | And, for an onset, Titus, to advance wars,

Thy name, and honourable family, You that survive, and you that sleep in fame. Lavinia will I make my emperess, Fair lords, your fortunes are alike in all,

Rome's royal mistress, mistress of my heart, That in your country's service drew your swords : And in the sacred Pantheon her espouse : But safer triumph is this funeral pomp,

Tell me, Andronicus, doth this motion please thee? That hath aspir'd to Solon's happiness,

Tit. It doth, my worthy lord; and, in this matct, And triumphis over chance, in honour's bed. I hold me highly honour'd of your grace : Titus Andronicus, the people of Rome,

And here, in sight of Rome, to Saturnine, Whose friend in justice thou hast ever been,

King and commander of our common-weal, Send thee by me, their tribune, and their trust, The wide world's emperor, - do I consecrate This palliament of white and spotless liue ;

My sword, my chariot, and my prisoners; And name thee in election for the empire,

Presents well worthy Rome's imperial lord: With these our late deceased emperor's sons :

Receive them then, the tribute that I owe, Be candidatus then, and put it on,

Mine honour's ensigns humbled at thy feet. And help to set a head on headless Rome.

Sat. Thanks, noble Titus, father of my Tit. A better head her glorious body fits, How proud I am of thee, and of thy gifts, Than his, that shakes for


and feebleness : Rome shall record; and, when I do forget What! should I don this robe, and trouble you ? The least of these unspeakable deserts, Be chosen with proclamations to-day;

Romans, forget your fealty to me. To-morrow, yield up rule, resign my life,

Tit. Now, madam, are you prisoner to an emAnd set abroad new business for you all ?

peror; Rome, I have been thy soldier forty years,

To him, that for your honour and your state, And buried one and twenty valiant sons,

Will use you nobly, and your followers. Knighted in field, slain manfully in arms,

Sat. A goodly lady, trust me; of the hue In right and service of their noble country:

That I would choose, were I to choose anew. Give me a staff of honour for mine age,

Clear up, fair queen, that cloudy countenance; But not a sceptre to control the world :

Though chance of war hath wrought this change of Upright he held it, lords, that held it last.

cheer, Mar. Titus, thou shalt obtain and ask the empery. Thou com'st not to be made a scorn in Rome : Sat. Proud and ambitious tribune, canst thou Princely shall be thy usage every way. tell ?

Rest on my word, and let not discontent Tit. Patienre, prince Saturnine.

Daunt all your hopes; Madam, he comforts you, Sat.

Romans, do me right ;- Can make you greater then the queen of Goths. Patricians, draw your swords, and sheath them not Lavinia, you are not displeas'd with this? Till Saturninus be Rome's emperor :

Lav. Not my lord ; sith true nobility Andronicus, 'would thou wert shipp'd to hell, Warrants these words in princely courtesy. Rather than rob me of the people's hearts.

Sat. Thanks, sweet Lavinia.

Romans, let us go: Luc. Proud Saturnine, interrupter of the good Ransomeless here we set our prisoners free : That noble-minded Titus means to thee!

Proclaim our honours, lords, with trump and drum. Tit. Content thee, prince; I will restore to thee Bas. Lord Titus, by your leave, this The people's hearts, and wean them from them

mine. selves.

Tit. How, sir? Are you in earnest then, my lord? Bas. Andronicus, I do not flatter thee But honour thee, and will do till I die;

Bas. Ay, noble Titus; and resolv'd withal, My faction if thou strengthen with thy friends,

To do myself this reason and this right.

[The Emperor courts TAMORA in dumb skow


[To Tamora.

(Seizing LAVINIA. Mar. Suum cuique is our Roman justice : Sent by the heavens for prince Saturnine, This prince in justice seizeth but his own.

Whose wisdom hath her fortune conquer'd: Luc. And that he will, and shall, if Lucius live. There shall we cónsummate our spousal rites. Tit. Traitors, avaunt! Where is the emperor's [Exeunt SATURNINUS, and his Followers ; TAMORA, guard ?

and her sons; AARON, and Goths. Treason, my lord ; Lavinia is surpriz'd.

Tit. I am not bid to wait upon this bride; Sat. Surpriz'd! By whom?

Titus, when wert thou wont to walk alone, Bas.

By him that justiy may Dishonour'd thus, and challenged of wrongs? Bear his betroth'd from all the world away. [Ereunt Marcus and BASSIANUS, with LAVINIA.

Re-enter Marcus, Lucius, QUINTUS, and MARTIUS. Mut. Brothers, help to convey her hence away, Mar. O, Titus, see, O, see, what thou hast done! And with my sword I'll keep this door safe. In a bad quarrel slain a virtuous son.

[Ereunt Lucius, Quintus, and Martius, Tit. No, foolish tribune, no; no son of mine, Tit. Follow, my lord, and I'll soon bring her back. Nor thou, nor these, confederates in the deed Mut. My lord, you pass not here.

That hath dishonour'd all our family ; Tit.

What, villain boy! | Unworthy brother, and unworthy sons ! Barr'st me my way in Rome? (Titus kills Mutius. Luc. But let us give him burial, as becomes ; Mut.

Help, Lucius, help! | Give Mutius burial with our brethren.

Tit. Traitors, away! he rests not in this tomb. Re-enter Lucius.

This monument five hundred years hath stood, Luc. My lord, you are unjust; and, more than so, Which I have sumptuously re-edified : In wrongful quarrel you have slain your son. Here none but soldiers, and Rome's servitors,

Tit. Nor thou, nor he, are any sons of mine : Repose in fame ; none basely slain in brawls :My sons would never so dishonour me :

Bury him where you can, he comes not here. Traitor, restore Lavinia to the emperor.

Mar. My lord, this is impiety in you: Luc. Dead, if you will ; but not to be his wife, My nephew Mutius' deeds do plead for him ; That is another's lawful promis'd love. [Erit. He must be buried with his brethren.

Sat. No, Titus, no; the emperor needs her not, Quin. Mart. And shall, or him we will acNot her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock :

company. I'll trust, by leisure, him that mocks me once; Tit. And shall? What villain was it spoke that Thee never, nor thy traitorous haughty sons,

word ? Confederates all thus to dishonour me.

Quin. He that would vouch't in any place but Was there none else in Rome to make a stale of,

here. But Saturnine ? Full well, Andronicus,

Tit. What, would you bury him in my despite ? Agree these deeds with that proud brag of thine, Mar. No, noble Titus; but entreat of thee Inat said'st, I begg'd the empire at thy hands. To pardon Mutius, and to bury him. Tit. O monstrous ! what reproachful words are Tit. Marcus, even thou hast struck upon my crest, these?

And, with these boys, mine honour thou hast Sat. But go thy ways; go, give that changing

wounded :

My foes I do repute you every one ;
To him that flourish'd for her with his sword : So trouble me no more, but get you gone.
A valiant son-in-law thou shalt enjoy ;

Mart. He is not with himself; let us withdraw. One fit to bandy with thy lawless sons,

Quin. Not I, till Mutius' bones be buried. To ruffle in the commonwealth of Rome.

[Marcus and the sons of Titus kneel. Tit. These words are razors to my wounded Mar. Brother, for in that name doth nature plead. heart.

Quin. Father, and in that name doth nature Sat. And therefore, lovely Tamora, queen of

speak. Goths,

Tut. Speak thou no more, if all the rest will speed. 'That like the stately Phoebe 'mongst her nymphs, Mar. Renowned Titus, more than half my Dost overshine the gallant'st dames of Rome,

soul, If thou be pleas’d with this my sudden choice, Luc. Dear father, soul and substance of us all, Behold, I choose thee, Tamora, for my bride,

Mar. Suffer thy brother Marcus to inter And will create thee emperess of Rome.

His noble nephew here in virtue's nest, Speak, queen of Goths, dost thou applaud my That died in honour and Lavinia’s cause. choice ?

Thou art a Roman, be not barbarous. And here I swear by all the Roman Gods,

The Grecks, upon advice, did bury Ajax
Sith priest and holy water are so near,

That slew himself; and wise Laertes' son
And tapers burn so bright, and every thing Did graciously plead for his funerals.
In readiness for Hymeneus stand, -

Let not young Mutius then, that was thy joy, I will not re-salute the streets of Rome,

Be barr'd his entrance here. Or climb my palace, till from forth this place


Rise, Marcus, rise : I lead espous'd my bride along with me.

The dismall'st day is this, that e'er I saw, Tam. And here, in sight of heaven, to Rome I To be dishonour'd by my sons in Rome ! swear,

Well, bury him, and bury me the next. If Saturnine advance the queen of Goths,

(MutIus is put into the lomb. She will a handmaid be to his desires,

Luc. There lie thy bones, sweet Mutius, with A loving nurse, a mother to his youth.

thy friends, Sat. Ascend, fair queen, Pantheon :-Lords, ac- Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomb ! company

AU. No man shed tears for noble Mutius, Your noble emperor, and his lovely bride,

He lives in fame that died in virtue's causc.

Mar. My lord, to step out of these dreary My lord, be rul'd by me, be won at last, dumps,

Dissemble all your griefs and discontents:
How comes it, that the subtle queen of Goths You are but newly planted in your throne:
Is of a sudden thus advanc'd in Rome?

Lest then the people, and patricians too,
T'it. I know not, Marcus ; but, I know, it is; Upon a just survey, take Titus' part,
Whether by device, or no, the heavens can tell : And so supplant us for ingratitude,
Is she not then beholden to the man

(Which Rome reputes to be a heinous sin,) That brought her for this high good turn so far? Yield at entreats, and then let me alone;

Aside. Yes, and will nobly him remunerate.

I'll find a day to massacre them all,

And raze their faction, and their family, Flourish. Re-enter at one side, SaTURNINUS, at- The cruel father, and his traitorous sons, tended; TayorA, CHIRON, DEMETRIUS, and

To whom I sued for my dear son's life; AARON: At the other, BASSIANUS, LAVINIA,

And make them know, what 'tis to let a and others.

queen Sat. So Bassianus, you have play'd your prize;

Kneel in the streets, and beg for grace in God give you joy, sir, of your gallant bride.

vain. Bus. And you of yours, my lord : I say no more, Come, come, sweet emperor, come, Andronicus, Nor wish no less; and so I take my leave.

Take up this good old man, and cheer the heart Sut. Traitor, if Rome have law, or we have power, That dies in tempest of thy angry frown. Thou and thy faction shall repent this rape.

Sat. Rise, Titus, rise; mr ; empress hath prevail d. Bas. Rape, call you it, my lord, to seize my own, Tit. I thank your majesty, and her, my lord : My true-betrothed love, and now my wife ?

These words, these looks, infuse new life in me. But let the laws of Rome determine all;

Tam. Titus, I am incorporate in Rome,
Mean while I am possess'd of that is mine.

A Roman now adopted happily,
Sat. 'Tis good, sir : You are very short with us; And must advise the emperor for his good.
But, if we live, we'll be as sharp with you.

This day all quarrels die, Andronicus; —
Bas. My lord, what I have done, as best I may,

And let it be mine honour, good my lord,
Answer I must, and shall do with my life.

That I have reconcil'd your friends and you.
Only thus much I give your grace to know, For you, prince Bassianus, I have pass'd
By all the duties that I owe to Rome,

My word and promise to the emperor,
This noble gentleman, lord Titus here,

That you will be more mild and tractable. Is in opinion, and in honour, wrong'd;

And fear not, lords, - and you, Lavinia ; That, in the rescue of Lavinia,

By my advice, all humbled on your knees, With his own hand did slay his youngest son,

You shall ask pardon of his majesty. In zeal to you, and highly mov'd to wrath

Luc. We do ; and vow to heaven, and to his To be controll’d in that he frankly gave :

highness, Receive him then to favour, Saturnine;

That, what we did, was mildly, as we might, That hath express’d himself, in all his deeds, Tend'ring our sister's honour, and our own. A father, and a friend, to thee, and Rome.

Mar. That on mine honour here I do protest. Tit. Prince Bassianus, leave to plead my deeds; Sat. Away, and talk not ; trouble us no more. 'Tis thou, and those, that have dishonour'd me : Tam. Nay, nay, sweet emperor, we must all be Rome and the rig!hteous heavens be my judge,

friends : How I have lov'd and honour'd Saturnine !

The tribune and his nephews kneel for grace ; Tam. My worthy lord, if ever Tamora

I will not be denied. Sweet heart, look back. Were gracious in those princely eyes of thine,

Sat. Marcus, for thy sake, and thy brother's he? Then hear me speak indifferently for all ;

And at my lovely Tamora's entreats,
And at my suit, sweet, pardon what is past.

I do remit these young men's heinous faults.
Sat. What ! madam! be dishonour'd openly,
And basely put it up without revenge?

Lavinia, though you left me like a churl,
Tam. Not so, my lord ; The gods of Rome fore- I found a friend: and sure as death I swore,

I would not part a bachelor from the priest. I should be author to dishonour you!

Come, if the emperor's court can feast two brides, But, on mine honour, dare I undertake

You are my guest, Lavinia, and your friends : For good lord Titus' innocence in all,

This day shall be a love-day, Tamora. Whose fury, not dissembled, speaks his griefs : Tit. To-morrow, an it please your majesty, Then, at my suit, look graciously on him ;

To hunt the panther and the hart with me, Lose not so noble a friend on vain suppose,

With horn and hound, we'll give your grace bon-jous Nor with sour looks afflict his gentle heart.

Sat. Be it so, Titus, and gramercy too. (Eseunt

Stand up



The same.

Before the Palace.

Enter AARON.
Aar. Now climbeth Tamora Olympus' top,
Safe out of fortune's shot; and sits aloft,
Secure of thunder's crack, or lightning's flash;

Advanc'd above pale envy's threat ning reach.
As when the golden sun salutes the morn,
And, having gilt the ocean with his beams,
Gallops the zodiack in his glistering coach,
And overlooks the highest-peering hills;
So Tamora.

or so

the peace.

Upon her wit doth earthly honour wait,

Dem. Youngling, learn thou to make some meaner And virtue stoops and trembles at her frown.

choice : Then, Aaron, arm thy heart, and fit thy thoughts, Lavinia is thine elder brother's hope. To mount aloft with thy imperial mistress,

Aar. Why, are ye mad? or know ye not, in Rome And mount her pitch; whom thou in triumph long How furious and impatient they be, Hast prisoner held, fetter'd in amorous chains ; And cannot brook competitors in love? And faster bound to Aaron's charming eyes, I tell you, lords, you do but plot your deaths Than is Prometheus tied to Caucasus.

By this device. Away with slavish weeds, and idle thoughts !


Aaron, a thousand deaths I will be bright, and shine in pearl and gold, Would I propose, to achieve her whom I love. To wait upon this new-made emperess.

Aar. To achieve her! - How ?
To wait, said I ? to wanton with this


Why mak'st thou it so strange?
This goddess, this Semiramis ; - this queen, She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd ;
This syren, that will charm Rome's Saturnine, She is a woman, therefore may be won;
And see his shipwreck, and his commonweal's. She is Lavinia, therefore must be lov’d.
Holla! what storm is this?

What, man ! more water glideth by the mill Enter Chiron and DEMETRIUS, braving.

Than wots the miller of; and easy it is

Of a cut loaf to steal a shive, we know : Dem. Chiron, thy years want wit, thy wit wants Though Bassianus be the emperor's brother, edge,

Better than he have yet worn Vulcan's badge. And manners, to intrude where I am grac'd ;

Aar. Ay, and as good as Saturninus may (Aside. And may, for aught thou know'st, affected be.

Dem. Then why should he despair, that knows Chi. Demetrius, thou dost over-ween in all ;

to court it And so in this to bear me down with braves. With words, fair looks, and liberality ? 'Tis not the difference of a year, or two,

What, hast thou not full often struck a doe, Makes me less gracious, thee more fortunate : And borne her cleanly by the keeper's nose ? I am as able, and as fit, as thou,

Aar. Why then, it seems,

some certain sna To serve, and to deserve my mistress' grace; And that my sword upon thee shall approve, Would serve your turns. And plead my passions for Lavinia's love.


Ay, so the turn were sery'd. Aar. Clubs, clubs ! these lovers will not keep Dem. Aaron, thou hast hit it.


'Would you had hit it too ; Dem. Why, boy, although our mother, unadvis’d, Then should not we be tir'd with this ado. Gave you a dancing-rapier by your side,

Why, hark ye, hark ye, And are you such fools, Are you so desperate grown, to threat your friends ? To square for this? Would it offend you then Go to: have your lath glued within your sheath, That both should speed ? Till you know better how to handle it.


I'faith, nor me.
Chi. Mean while, sir, with the little skill I have, Dem.
Full well shalt thou perceive how much I dare. So I were one.

Dem. Ay, boy, grow ye so brave? [They draw. Aar. For shame, be friends; and join for that
Why, how now, lords?

you jar.
So near the emperor's palace dare you draw, 'Tis policy and stratagem must do
And maintain such a quarrel openly?

That you affect; and so must you resolve ; Full well I wot the ground of all this grudge; That what you cannot, as you would, achieve, I would not for a million of gold,

You must perforce accomplish as you may. The cause were known to them it most concerns : Take this of me, Lucrece was not more chaste Nor would your noble mother, for much more, Than this Lavinia, Bassianus' love. Be so dishonour'd in the court of Rome.

A speedier course than lingering languishment For shame, put up.

Must we pursue, and I have found the path. Dem.

Not I ; till I have sheath'd My lords, a solemn hunting is in hand; My rapier in his bosom, and, withal,

There will the lovely Roman ladies troop: Thrust these reproachful speeches down his throat, The forest walks are wide and spacious; That he hath breath'd in my dishonour here.

And many unfrequented plots there are, Chi. For that I am prepar'd and full resolvid, - Fitted by kind for rape and villainy: Foul-spoken coward! that thunder'st with thy Single you thither then this dainty doe, tongue,

And strike her home by force, if not by words : And with thy weapon nothing dar'st perform. This way, or not at all, stand you in hope. Aar. Away, I say.

Come, come, our empress, with her sacred wit, Now by the gods, that warlike Goths adore, To villainy and vengeance consecrate, This petty brabble will undo us all.

Will we acquaint with all that we intend ; Why, lords, — and think you not how dangerous And she shall file our engines with advice, It is to jut upon a prince's right?

That will not suffer you to square yourselves, What, is Lavinia then become so loose,

But to your wishes' height advance you both. Or Bassianus so degenerate,

The emperor's court is like the house of fame, That for her love such quarrels may be broach'd, The palace full of tongues, of eyes, of ears : Without controlment, justice, or revenge?

The woods are ruthless, dreadful, deaf, and dull; Young lords, beware! an should the empress know There speak, and strive, brave boys, and take your This discord's ground, the musick would not please.

ChiI care not, I, knew she and all the world; There serve your lust, shadow'd from heaven's eye, I love Lavinia more than all the world.

And revel in Lavinia's treasury.

Nor me,

turns :

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