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That bloody mind, I think, they learn'd of me, And say, I am Revenge, sent from below,
As true a dog as ever fought at head.-

To join with him, and right his beinous wrougs.
Well, let my deeds be witness of my worth. Knock at his study, where, they say, he keeps,
I train'd thy brethren to that guileful bole, To ruminate strange plots of dire revenge ;
Where the dead corpse of Bassianus lay : Tell him, Revenge is come to join with bim,
I wrote the letter that thy father found,

And work confusion ou his enemies. And hid the gold witbin the letter mention's,

(They knock, Confederate with the queen, and her two sons ; And what not done, that thou bast cause to rue,

Enter Tirus, abore. Wberein I bad po stroke of mischief in it? Tit. Who doth molest my conteinplation ? I play'd the cheater for thy father's band; Is it your trick to make me ope the door ; And, when I had it, drew myself apart,

That so my sad decrees may tly away, And almost broke my heart with extreme laugh. And all my study be to no effect ? ter

You are deceiv'd : for what I mean to do, I pry'd me throngh the crevice of a wall, See here, in bloody lines I have set down ; Wben, for his hand, be had his two sons' heads; And what is written shall be executed. Bebtli bis tears, and laugh'd so heartily,

Tum. Titus, I am come to talk with thee. That both mine eyes were rainy like to his ; Tit. No; not a word : How can I grace my And when I told the empress of this sport, Wanting a hand to give it action ? (talk, She swounded almost at my pleasing tale, Thou hast tbe odds of me, therefore no more. And, for my tidings, gave me twenty kisses. Tam. If thou didst know me, thou would'st Goth. What I canst thou say all this, and never

talk witb me. blush?

Tit. I am not mad ; I know thee well enough: Aar. Ay, like a black dog, as the saying is. Witness this wretched stump, these crinson lines; Luc. Art thou not sorry for these heinous Witness these trenches, made by grief and care ; deeds ?

Witness the tiring day, and heavy night; Aar. Ay, that I had not done a thousand more. Witness all sorrow, that I know thee well Even now I curse the day, (and yet I think For our proud empress, mighty Tamora : Few come within the compass of my curse,) Is not thy coming for my other hand ? berein I did not some notorious ill:

Tam. Know thou, sad man, I am not TaAs kill a man, or else devise his death ;

She is thy eueiny, and I thy friend : (mora ; Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it; I am Revenge, sent from the infernal kingdom, Acase some innocent, and forswear myself ; To ease the guawing vulture of thy mind, Set deadly enmity between two friends; By working wreakful vengeance on thy fues. Make poor men's cattle break their necks ; Come down, and welcome me to this world's Set tire on baras and bay-stacks in the night,

light : And bid the owners quench them with their tears. Confer with me of murder and of death, Oft hive I digg'd up dead men from their graves, There's not a hollow cave, or lurking-place ; And set them upright at their dear friends' doors, No vast obscurity, or misty vale, Even wben their sorrows almost were forgot; Where bloody murder, or detested rape, And on their skins, as on the bark of trees, Can couch for fear, but I will tind them out; Have with my knife carved in Roman letters, And in their ears tell them my dreadful natue, Lat not your sorrow die, though I am dead. Revenge, which makes the foul offender quake. Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful things, Tit. Art thou Revenge? and art thou sent to As willingly as one would kill a fly;

To be a torment to mine enemies? [me, And nothing grieves me beartily indeed,

Tam. I am : therefore come down, and wel But tbat I cannot do ten thousand inore.

come me. Luc. Bring down the devil; for he must not Tit. Do me some service, ere I come to thee. die

Lo, by thy side where Rape and Murder stand ; so sweet a death as hanging presently.

Now give some 'surance that thou art Revenge : Aar. If there be devils, 'would I were a devil, Stab them, or tear thein on thy chariot wheels; To live and burn in everlasting fire ;

And then I'll come, and be thy waggoner, So I might have your company in bell,

And whirl along with thee about the globes. But to torment you with my bitter tongue ! Provide thee proper palfries, black as jet, Luc. Sirs, stop his mouth, and let him speak To hale thy vengeful waggon swift away, no more.

And find out murderers in their guilty caves :

And, when thy car is loaden with their heads, Enter a Goth.

I will dismount, and by the waggon wheel Goth. My lord, there is a messenger from Trot, like a servile footman, all day long! Rome,

E'en from Hyperion's rising in the east, Desires to be admitted to your presence.

Until his very downfal in the sea. Luc. Let him coine near..

And day by day I'll do this beavy task,

So thou destroy Rapine and Murder there,

Tam. These are my ministers, and come with Welcome Æmilius, what's the news from Rome ?

me. Lord Lucius, and you princes of the

Tit. Are they thy ministers? what are they Goths,

callid ? The Roman emperor greets you all by me: Tam. Rapiue and Murder; therefore called so, And, for be understands you are in arms, 'Cause they take vengeance of such kind of meu. He craves a parley at your father's house, Tit. Good lord, how like the empress' sons Willing you to demand your hostages,

they are !
And they shall be immediately deliver'd. And you thé empress ! But we worldly men
I Goth. What says our general ?

Have miserable, mad, mistaking eyes.
Luc. Æmilius, let the emperor give his pledges, o sweet Revenge, now do I come to thee :
Tato my father and my uncle Marcus,

And, if one arm's embracement will content thee, and we will come.- March away. (Ereunt. I will embrace thee in it by and by.

[Erit Tirus from abore. SCENE II.-Rome.-Before Titus' House. Tam. This closing with him fits his lunacy :

What'er I forge, to letu bis brain-sick fits, Enter TAMORA, CHIRON, and DEMETRIUS, Do you uphold and maintain in your speeches, disguised.

For now he firmly takes me for Revenge ; Tam. Tbos, in this strange and sad habiliment, and being credulous in this mad thought, I will encounier with Andronicus ;

l'll make him send for Lucius, his son;

And, wbilst I at a banquet hold him sure, Pertaaps this is a stage direction, crept into the text. I'll find some cunuing practice out of baud,

To scatter and disperse the giddy Goths,

Tit. I know thou dost ; and, sweet Revenge, Or, at the least, make them his enemies.

farewell. See, here he comes, and I must ply my theme. Chi. Tell us, old man, how shall we be ein

ploy'd. Enter TITUS.

Tit. Tut, I have work enough for you to do.-Tit. Long have I been forlorn, and all for Publius, come hither, Caius, and Valentine ! thee :

Enter PUBLIUS, and others.
Welcome, dread fury, to niy woful house ;-
Rapine, and Murder, you are welcome too :- Pub. What's your will ?
How like the empress and her sons you are!

Tit. Know you these two ?
Well are you filted, had you but a Moor;-

Pub. Th' empress' sons,
Could not all hell afford you such a devil ?-- I take them, Chiron and Demetrius.
For, well I wot, the empress never wags,

Tit. Fie, Publius, fie I thou art too much de. But in her company there is a Moor;

ceiv'd ; And, would you represent our queen aright,

The one is Murder, Rape is the other's name : It were convenient you had such a devil: And therefore bind them, gentle Publius ; But welcome, as you are. What shall we do? Caius and Valentine, lay hands on them : Tam. What would'st thou have us do, An- oft have you heard me wish for such an hour, dronicus ?

And now I find it: therefore bind them sure ; Dem. Show me a murderer, I'll deal with him. And stop their mouths, if they begin to cry.

Chi. Show me a villain, that hath done a rape. (Erit Titus.-PUBLIUS, &c. lay hold on And I am sent to be reveng'd on him.

CHIRON and DEMETRIUS. Tam. Show me a thousand that hath done Chi. Villains, forbear : we are the empress' sons. And I will be revenged on them all. [thee wrong,

Pub. And therefore do we what we are couiTit. Look round about the wicked streets of


(word : Rome,

Stop close their mouths, let them not speak a And when thou find'st a man that's like thyself, Is be sure bound ? look that you biud them last. Good Murder, stab him : he's a murderer.

Re-enter TITUS ANDRONICUS, uith LAVINIA; Go thou with him; and when it is thy hap, To find another that is like to thee,

she bearing a basin, and he a knife. Good Rapine, stab him ! he is a ravisher.

Tit. Come, come, Lavinia I look, thy foes are Go thou with them ! and, in the emperor's court,

bound; There is a queen, attended by a Moor;

Sirs, stop their mouths, let them not speak to me ; Well may'st thou know her by thy cwn pro- But let them hear what fearful words I uiter.portion,

() villains, Chiron and Demetrius! For up and down she doth resemble thee : Here stands the spring whom you bave stain'd I pray thee, do on them some violent death,

with mud ; They have been violent to me and mine.

This goodly summer with your winter mix'd. Tam. Well hast thou lesson'd us ; this shall You kill'd her husband; and, for that vile fault, we do.

Two of her brothers were condemn’d to death ; But would it please thee, good Andronicus, My hand cut off, and made a merry jest ; To send for Lucius, thy tărice valiant son,

Both her sweet bands, her tongue, and that, Who leads towards Rome a band of warlike Goths,

more dear And bid him come and banquet at thy house :

Than hands or tongue, her spotless chastity, When he is here, even at thy solemn feast, Inhuman traitors, you constrain'd and forc'd. I will bring in the empress and her sons,

What would you say, if I should let you speak ? The emperor himself, and all thy foes,

Villains, for shame you could not beg for grace. And at ihy mercy shall they stoop and kneel, Hark, wretches, how I mean to martyr you. And on them shalt thou ease thy angry heart.

This one band yet is left to cut your throats ; What says Andronicus to this device?

Whilst that Lavinia 'tween her stuips doth bold Tit. Marcus, my brother !—'tis sad Titus calls. The basin that receives your guilty blood.

You know your mother means to feast with me, Enter MARCUS.

And calls herself Revenge, and thinks me mad, Go, gentle Marcus, to thy nephew Lucius! Hark, villains ; I will grind your bones to dust, Thou shalt inquire him out among the Goths : And with your blood and it, I'll make a paste ; Bid him repair to me, arid bring with him And of the paste a coftin. I will rear, Some of the chiefest princes of the Goths :

And make two pasties of your shameful heads; Bid him encamp his soldiers where they are : And bid that strumpet, your unhallow'd dam, Tell him, the emperor and the empress too

Like to the earth, swallow her own increase. Feast at my house : and he shall seast with them. This is the feast that I have bid her to, This do thou for my love ; and so let him, And this the banquet she shall surfeit on; As he regards his aged father's life.

For worse than Philomel you us'd my daughter, Mar. This will I do, and soon return again. And worse than Progne I will be reveng'd :

( Exit. And now prepare your throats,-Lavinia, come, Tam. Now will I hence about thy business,

(He cuts their Throats. And take my ministers along with me.

Receive the blood, and, when that they are dead, Tit. Nay, nay, let Rape and Murder stay with Let me go grind their bones to powder smail, Or else I'll call my brother back again, [me; And with this bateful liquor temper it; And cleave to no revenge but Lucius.

And in this paste let their vile heads be bak'd. Tam. What say you, boys ? will you abide Come, come, be every one oflicious Whiles I go tell my lord the emperor, (with bim, To make this banquet; which I wish may prove How I have govern'd our determind jest? More stern and bloody than the Centaur's feast. Yield to his humour, smooth and speak him fair, So, now bring them in, for I will play the cook,

(Aside. And see them ready 'gainst their mother corres. And tarry with him, till I come again.

(Ereunt, bearing the dead bodies. Tit. I know thein all, though they suppose me mad,

SCENE III.-The same.-A Pavilion, with And will o'er-reach them in their own devices;

Tables, &c. A pair of cursed bell-hounds, and their dam.


Enter Lucius, Marcus, and GOTHS, with Dem. Madam, depart at pleasure, leave us

AARON, prisoner. here.

Luc. Uncle Marcus, since 'tis my father's vind Tam. Farewell, Andronicus : Revenge now goes That I repair to Rome, I am content. To lay a complut to betray thy foes. [Erit Tavora.

• Crust of a raised pye.


I Goth. And our's, with thine, befall what Sat. Go, fetch them bither to us presently. fortune will.

Tit. Why, there they are both baked in that Luc. Good uncle take you in this barbarous

pye, Moor,

Whereof their mother daintily hath fed, This ravenous tiger, this accnrsed devil ;

Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred. Let him receive no sustenance, fetter him, 'Tis true, 'us true; witness my knile's sharp Till he be brought unto the empress' face,


[Killing TAMORA. For testimony of ber foul proceedings :

Sat. Die, frantic wretch, for this accursed And see the anibush of our friends be strong :


(Killing Titus I fear the emperor means no good to us.

Luc. Can the son's eye bebold his father Aar. Some devil whisper curses in mine ear.

bleed ? And prompt me, that iny tongue may utter forth There's ineed for meed, death for a deadly deed. The venomous malice of my swelling heart! (Kills SATURNINUS. A great tumuli. The Luc. Away, inhuman dog! unhallow'd slave!

People in confusion disperse. MARCUS, Sirs, help our uncle to convey him in.

Lucius, and their Partisans, ascend the (Ereunt Goths, with AARON. Flourish. steps before Titus' house. The trumpets show, the einperor is at hand. Mar. You sad-fac'd men, people and sons of

Rome, Enter SATURNINUS and TAMORA, with Tri- By uproar sever'd, like a flight of fow! bunes, Senators, and others.

Scatter'd by winds and high tempestuous gusts, Sat. What, hath the firmament more suns o let me teach you how to knit again thall one?

This scatter'd corn into one mutual sheaf, Luc. What boots * it thee, to call thyself a These broken limbs again into one body. sun ?

Sen. Lest Rome herself be bane uuto her. Mar. Rome's emperor, and nephew, break + the parle ;

And she, whom mighty kingdoms curt'sy to, These quarrels must be quietly debated.

Like a forlorn and desperate cast-away,
The least is ready which the careful Titus Do shameful execution on herselt.
Hath ordain'd to an honourable end,

But if my frosty signs and chaps of age,
For peace, for love, for league, and good to Grave witnesses of true experience,

Cannot induce you to attend iny words,Please you, therefore, draw nigh, and take your Speak, Rome's ilear friend ; (To Lucius.) as erst places.

our ancestor, Sat. Marcus, we will.

When with his solemn tongue he did discourse (Hautboys sound. The Company sit down To love-sick Dido's sad attending ear, af table.

The story of that baleful burning night,

When subtle Greeks surpris'd king Priam's Eater Titt's, dressed like a cook, LAVINIA,

Troy ; reiled, young. LUCIUS, and others. TITUS Tell us, what Sinon hath bewitch'd onr ears, places the dishes on the table.

Or who hath brought the fatal engine in, Tit. Welcome, my gracious lord: welcome, That gives our Troy, our Rome, the civil dread queen :

wound.-Welcome, ye warlike Goths : welcome, Lucius : My heart is not compact of fint nor steel ; And welcome, all : although the cheer be poor, Nor can I utter all our bitter grief, 'Twill fill your stomachs ; please you eat of it.

But floods of tears will drown my oratory, Sat. Why art thou thus attir'd, Andronicus ? And break my very utterance : even i'the time Tut. Because I would be sure to bave all well, When it should niove you to attend me most, To entertain your highness and your empress. Lending your kind cominiseration : Tam. We are bebolden to you, good An. Here is a captain, let him tell the tale ; dronicus.

Your hearts will throb and weep to hear bim Tit. An if your highness knew my heart,

speak. you were.

Luc. Then, noble auditory, be it known to you, My lord the emperor, resolve me this;

That cursed Chiron and Demetrius Was it well done of rash Virginius,

Were they that murdered our emperor's brother; To slay his daughter with his own right hand, And they it were that ravished our sister : Because she was enforc'd, stain'd, and de. For their fell faults our brothers were beheaded ; fiower'd ?

Our father's tears despis'd; and basely cozen'd Sat. It was, Andronicus,

Of that true band, that fought Rome's quarrel Tu. Your reason, mighty lord !

out, Sat. Because the girl sbould not survive her and sent her enemies unto the grave. shame,

Lastly, myself unkindly banished, And by her presence still renew bis sorrows. The gates shut on me, and turn'd weeping out,

Til. A reason mighty, strong, and effectual ; To beg relief among Rome's enemies ; A pattern, precedent, and lively warrant,

Who drown'd their enmity in my true tears, For me, most wretcbed to perform the like: And op'd their arins to embrace me as a friend : Die, die, Lavinia, and thy shame with thee; And I am the turn’d-forth, be it known to you,

(He kills LAVINIA. That have preserv'd her welfare in my blood; And, with thy shame, thy faiber's sorrow die i And from her bosom took the enemy's point, Sat. What bast thou done, unnatural, and Sheathing the steel in my advent'rous body. uukind ?

Alas ; you know, I am no vaunter, I; Tit. Killd her, for whom my tears have made My scars can witness, dumb although they are, I am as wofol as Virginius was : (me blind. That my report is just, and full of truth. And have a thousand times more cause than he Fut, soft : methinks I do digress too inuch, To do this outrage ; and it is now done.

Citing my worthless praise : 0 pardon me; Sat. What, was she ravish'd ? tell, who did For when no friends are by, men praise them. the deed.

selves. Tit. Will't please you eat? will't please your Mar. Now is my turn to speak : Beheld this highters feed ?

child, Tem. Why bast thou slain thine only daughter [Pointing to the child in the arms of un thu!

attendant. Tit. Not I, 'twas Chiron and Demetrius : of this was Tamora delivered ; They ravish'd her, and cut away her tongue,

The issue of an irreligious Moor, And they, 'twas they, that did her all this wrong. Chief architect aud plotter of these woes; • Benefits t Begin the ruley.

• Read he.

The villain is alive in Titus' house,

Many a time he danc'd thee on his knee, Damn'd as he is, to witness this is true.

Sung thee asleep, his loving breast thy pillow; Now judge, what canse had Titus to revenge Many a matter bath he told to thee, These wrongs, unspeakable, past patience, Meer, and agreeing with thine infancy; Or more than any living mau could bear. Tu that respect then, like a loving child, Now you have heard the truth, what say you, Shed yet some small drops from thy tender Romans ?

spring, Have we done aught amiss ? Show us wherein, Because kind nature doth require it so: (woe : And, from the place where you behold us now, Friends should associate friends in grief and (The poor remainder of Androuici)

Bid him farewell; couunit him to the grave; We'll hand in hand, all headlong cast us down, Do him that kindness, and take leave of bin. And on the ragged stones beat forth our brains, Boy. O grandsire, grandsire ! eveu with all my And make a mutual closure of our house.

heart Sprak, Romans, speak; and, if you say we Would I were dead, so you did live again! sball,

O lord, I cannot speak io him for weeping; Lo, hand in hand, Lucius and I will fall. My tears will choke me, if I ope my mouth. Æmil. Come, coine, thou reverend mau of Rome,

Enter Attendants, with AARON. And bring our emperor gently in thy hand : 1 Rom. You sad Andronici, bave done with Lucius our emperor ; for, well I know

woes ; The coinmon voice do cry, it shall be so. Give seistence on this execrable wretch, Rom. [Several speak.) Lucius, all hail; That hath been breeder of these dire events. Rome's royal emperor !

Luc. Set bim breast-deep in earth, and fa.

mish biin ; LUCIUS, &e. descend.

There let bim stand, and rave and cry for food; Mar. Go, go into old Titus' sorrowful house; I any one relieves or pilies him,

[To an Attendant. For the offence he dies. This is o'r doom : And hither hale that misbelieving Moor,

Some stay, to see him fasten'd in the ar To be adjudg'd some direful slaughtering death, Aur. Oh! why should wrath be mpute, and sury As punishment for his most wicked life.

dumb ? Rom. (Several speak.) Lucius, all hail ; I am no baby, I that, with base prayers, Rome's gracions governor !

I should repent the evils I have done : Luc. Thanks, gentle Roinans ; May I govern Ten thousand worse that ever yet I did so,

Would I perform, if I miglit have my will; To heal Rome's harms, and wipe away her woe! If one good deed in all my life I did, But, gentle people, give me aiin awhile,- I do repent it from iny very soul. Fru nature puts me to a heavy task ;

Luc. Some loving friends convey the emperor 'I aloof :-but, uncle, draw you near,

obsequious tears tipon this trunk : And give biin burial in his father's grave :
this warm kiss ou thy pale cold lips, My father, and Lavinia, shall forth with

(Kisses Turus. Be closed in our bousehold's monument
These sorrowful drops upou thy blood-staiu'd As for that beinous tiger, Tamora,

No funeral rite, nor man in mournful weeds, The last true duties of thy noble son !

No mournful bell shall ring her burial ; Mar. Tear for tear, and loving kiss for kiss, But throw her forth to beasts and birds of prey. Thy brother Marcus tenders on thy lips : Her life was beast-like, and devold of pity ; Oh! were the sum of these that I should pay And, being so, shall have like want of pity. Countless and infinite, yet would I pay them! See justice done to Aaron, that damn'd Moor, Luc. Come bither, boy; come, coine, and By whom our heavy haps bad their beginning : learu of us

Then, afterwards, to order well the state ; To melt in showers: Thy grandsire lov'd thee That like events may ne'er it ruinate. well :


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