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Tit. Ha! Publius, Publius, what hast thou done!
The bull being gall'd, gave Aries such a knock
But give them to his master for a present.
Tit. Why, there it goes: God give your lordship joy.
Enter a Clown, with a basket, and two pigeons.
Clo. Ho! the gibbet-maker? he says, that he hath taken them down again, for the man must not be hanged till the next week.
Tit. But what says Jupiter, I ask thee? Clo. Alas, sir, I know not Jupiter; I never drank with him in all my life.
Tit. Why, villain, art not thou the carrier? Clo. Ay, of my pigeons, sir; nothing else. Tit. Why, didst thou not come from heaven? Clo. From heaven? alas, sir, I never came there : God forbid, I should be so bold to press to heaven in my young days. Why, I am going with my pigeons to the tribunal plebs, to take up a matter of brawl betwixt my uncle and one of the emperial's
Mar. Why, sir, that is as fit as can be, to serve for and let him deliver the pigeons to your oration; the emperor from you.
Tit. Tell me, can you deliver an oration to the emperor with a grace?
Clo. Nay, truly, sir, I could never say grace in
Tit. Sirrah, come hither: make no more ado, But give your pigeons to the emperor : By me thou shalt have justice at his hands. Hold, hold; —mean while, here's money for thy charges. Give me a pen and ink. Sirrah, can you with a grace deliver a supplication? Clo. Ay, sir.
Tit. Then here is a supplication for you. And when you come to him, at the first approach, you must kneel; then kiss his foot; then deliver up your pigeons; and then look for your reward. I'll be at hand, sir; see you do it bravely.
Clo. I warrant you, sir; let me alone.
Tit. Sirrah, hast thou a knife? Come, let me
Here, Marcus, fold it in the oration;
Clo. God be with you, sir; I will.
Tit. Come, Marcus, let's go :- - Publius, follow [Exeunt. SCENE IV. - The same. Before the Palace. Enter SATURNINUS, TAMORA, CHIRON, DEMETRIUS, Lords, and others: SATURNINUS, with the arrows in his hand that TITUS shot.
An emperor of Rome thus overborne,
His sorrows have so overwhelm'd his wits,
Tam. My gracious lord, my lovely Saturnine,
And rather comfort his distressed plight,
For these contempts. Why, thus it shall become
How now, good fellow, would'st thou speak with
Clo. Yes, forsooth, an your mistership be imperial. Tam. Empress I am, but yonder sits the emperor. Clo. 'Tis he. God, and saint Stephen, give you good den: I have brought you a letter, and a couple of pigeons here. [SATURNINUS reads the letter.
Sat. Go, take him away, and hang him presently.
Clo. How much money must I have?
Clo. Hang'd! By'r lady, then I have brought up a neck to a fair end. [Exit, guarded. Sat. Despiteful and intolerable wrongs! Shall I endure this monstrous villainy?
I know from whence this same device proceeds;
Emil. Arm, arm, my lords; Rome never bai
The Goths have gather'd head; and with a power
Whose name was once our terror, now our comfort;
Goths. And, as he saith, so say we all with him. Luc. I humbly thank him, and I thank you all. But who comes here, led by a lusty Goth?
Enter a Goth, leading AARON, with his child in his arms.
2 Goth. Renowned Lucius, from our troops I stray'd,
To gaze upon a ruinous monastery;
I made unto the noise; when soon I heard
Then cheer thy spirit: for know, thou emperor,
Sat. But he will not entreat his son for us. Tam. If Tamora entreat him, then he will: For I can smooth, and fill his aged ear With golden promises that were his heart Almost impregnable, his old ears deaf, Yet should both ear and heart obey my tongue. Go thou before, be our embassador: [To EMILIVE. Say, that the emperor requests a parley Of warlike Lucius, and appoint the meeting, Even at his father's house, the old Andronicus.
Sat. Æmilius, do this message honourably: And if he stand on hostage for his safety, Bid him demand what pledge will please him best. Emil. Your bidding shall I do effectually. [Erit EMILIUS. Tam. Now will I to that old Andronicus; And temper him, with all the art I have, To pluck proud Lucius from the warlike Goths. And now, sweet emperor, be blithe again, And bury all thy fear in my devices.
Sat. Then go successfully, and plead to him. [Exeunt.
Had nature lent thee but thy mother's look,
Peace, villain, peace!-even thus he rates the babe,-
Who, when he knows thou art the empress' babe,
Luc. O worthy Goth! this is the incarnate devil,
Aar. Touch not the boy, he is of royal blood.
[A ladder brought, which AARON is obliged to ascend.
If thou do this, I'll show thee wond'rous things,
Thy child shall live, and I will see it nourish'd.
That granted, how canst thou believe an oath?
Luc. Even by my god, I swear to thee I will.
Luc. O most insatiate, luxurious woman!
Aar. Tut, Lucius! this was but a deed of charity, To that which thou shalt hear of me anon. 'Twas her two sons, that murder'd Bassianus: They cut thy sister's tongue, and ravish'd her, And cut her hands; and trimm'd her as thou saw'st. Luc. O, détestable villain! call'st thou that trimming?
Aar. Why, she was wash'd, and cut, and trimm'd; and t'was
Trim sport for them that had the doing of it.
Luc. O, barbarous, beastly villains, like thyself! Aar. Indeed, I was their tutor to instruct them; That codding spirit had they from their mother, As sure a card as ever won the set;
That bloody mind, I think, they learn'd of me,
Aar. Ay, that I had not done a thousand more. Even now I curse the day, (and yet, I think, Few come within the compass of my curse,) Wherein I did not some notorious ill :
Aur. Ay, like a black dog, as the saying is.
As kill a man, or else devise his death;
SCENE II. - Rome. Before Titus's House. Enter TAMORA, CHIRON, and DEMETRIUS, disguised. Tam. Thus, in this strange and sad habiliment, I will encounter with Andronicus; And say, I am Revenge, sent from below, To join with him, and right his heinous wrongs. Knock at his study, where, they say, he keeps, To ruminate strange plots of dire revenge; Tell him, Revenge is come to join with him, And work confusion on his enemies.
Enter Trrus, above.
Tut. Who doth molest my contemplation? Is it your trick, to make me ope the door; That so my sad decrees may fly away, And all my study be to no effect? You are deceiv'd: for what I mean to do, See here, in bloody lines I have set down; And what is written shall be executed.
Tam. Titus, I am come to talk with thee.
Tit. No; not a word: How can I grace my talk,
Wanting a hand to give it action?
Tit. I am not mad; I know thee well enough: Witness this wretched stump, these crimson lines; Witness these trenches, made by grief and care; Witness the tiring day, and heavy night; Witness all sorrow, that I know thee well For our proud empress, mighty Tamora: Is not thy coming for my other hand?
Tam. Know thou, sad man, I am not Tamora ; She is thy enemy, and I thy friend : I am Revenge; sent from the infernal kingdom, To ease the gnawing vulture of thy mind, By working wreakful vengeance on thy foes. Come down, and welcome me to this world's light; Confer with me of murder and of death: There's not a hollow cave, or lurking-place, No vast obscurity, or misty vale, Where bloody murder, or detested rape, Can couch for fear, but I will find them out; And in their ears tell them my dreadful name, Revenge, which makes the foul offender quake.
Tit. Art thou Revenge? and art thou sent to me, To be a torment to mine enemies?
Tam. I am; therefore come down, and welcome
Tit. Do me some service, ere I come to thee. Lo, by thy side where Rape, and Murder, stands; Now give some 'surance that thou art Revenge, Stab them, or tear them on thy chariot wheels; And then I'll come, and be thy waggoner, And whirl along with thee about the globes. Provide thee proper palfries, black as jet, To hale thy vengeful waggon swift away, And find out murderers in their guilty caves: And when thy car is loaden with their heads, I will dismount, and by the waggon wheel Trot, like a servile footman, all day long; Even from Hyperion's rising in the east, Until his very downfall in the sea. And day by day I'll do this heavy task, So thou destroy Rapine and Murder there.
Tam. These are my ministers, and come with me. Tit. Are they thy ministers? what are they call'd?
Tam. Rapine, and Murder; therefore called so, 'Cause they take vengeance of such kind of men.
Tit. Good lord, how like the empress' sons they
And you, the empress! But we worldly men
O sweet Revenge, now do I come to thee:
[Exit Trrus, from above.
Tit. Long have I been forlorn, and all for thee: Welcome, dread fury, to my woful house ;Rapine, and Murder, you are welcome too :How like the empress and her sons you are! Well are you fitted, had you but a Moor: Could not all hell afford you such a devil? For, well I wot, the empress never wags, But in her company there is a Moor; And, would you represent our queen aright, It were convenient you had such a devil: But welcome, as you are. What shall we do?
Tam. What would'st thou have us do, Andronicus?
Dem. Show me a murderer, I'll deal with him. Chi. Show me a villain, that hath done a rape, And I am sent to be reveng'd on him.
Tam. Show me a thousand, that have done thee
And I will be revenged on them all.
Tit. Look round about the wicked streets of
And when thou find'st a man that's like thyself,
Good Rapine, stab him; he is a ravisher. –
I pray thee, do on them some violent death,
Tam. Well hast thou lesson'd us; this shall we do.
Tit. Marcus, my brother! -'tis sad Titus calls.
Go, gentle Marcus, to thy nephew Lucius ;
Mar. This will I do, and soon return again. [Exit. Tam. Now will I hence about thy business, And take my ministers along with me.
Tit. Nay, nay, let Rape and Murder stay with me; Or else I'll call my brother back again, And cleave to no revenge but Lucius.
Tam. What say you, boys? will you abide with him,
Whiles I go tell my lord the emperor,
And tarry with him, till I come again.
[Exit TITUS. PUBLIUS, &c. lay hold on CHIRON and DEMETRIUS.
Chi. Villains, forbear; we are the empress' sons. Pub. And therefore do we what we are commanded.
Stop close their mouths, let them not speak a word:
Is he sure bound? look, that you bind them fast. Re-enter TITUS ANDRONICUS, with LAVINIA; she bearing a bason, and he a knife.
Tit. Come, come, Lavinia: look, thy foes are bound;
Sirs, stop their mouths, let them not speak to me;
This goodly summer with your winter mix'd.
Than hands or tongue, her spotless chastity,
And make two pasties of your shameful heads;
For worse than Philomel you us'd my daughter, And worse than Progne I will be reveng'd: And now prepare your throats. -Lavinia, come,
[He cuts their threats. Receive the blood: and, when that they are dead, Let me go grind their bones to powder small, And with this hateful liquor temper it;
These quarrels must be quietly debated.
For peace, for love, for league, and good to Rome: Please you, therefore, draw nigh, and take your places.
Sat. Marcus, we will.
[Hautboys sound. The company sit down at table. Enter TITUS, dressed like a cook, LAVINIA, veiled, young Lucius, and others. TITUS places the dishes
on the table.
Tit. Welcome, my gracious lord; welcome, dread
Welcome, ye warlike Goths; welcome, Lucius; And welcome, all: although the cheer be poor, "Twill fill your stomachs; please you eat of it.
Sat. Why art thou thus attir'd, Andronicus? Tit. Because I would be sure to have all well, To entertain your highness, and your empress.
Tam. We are beholden to you, good Andronicus. Tit. An if your highness knew my heart, you