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You are deceived: for what I mean to do

And, being credulous in this mad thought, See here in bloody lines I have set down;

I'll make him send for Lucius his son ; And what is written shall be executed.

And, whilst I at a banquet hold him sure, Tam. Titus, I am come to talk with thee. I'll find some cunning practice out of hand, Tit. No, not a word; how can I grace my To scatter and disperse the giddy Goths, talk,

Or, at the least, make them his enemies. Wanting a hand to give it action?

See, here he comes, and I must ply my theme. Thou hast the odds of me; therefore no more. Tam. If thou didst know me, thou wouldest

Enter Titus below. talk with me.

Tit. Long have I been forlorn, and all for Tit. I am not mad; I know thee well enough: thee :

81 Witness this wretched stump, witness these crim- Welcome, dread Fury, to my woful house : son lines;

Rapine and Murder, you are welcome too. Witness these trenches made by grief and care; How like the empress and her sons you are! Witness the tiring day and heavy night;

Well are you fitted, had you but a Moor: Witness all sorrow, that I know thee well

Could not all hell afford you such a devil ? For our proud empress, mighty Tamora :

For well I wot the empress never wags
Is not thy coming for my other hand?

But in her company there is a Moor;
Tam. Know, thou sad man, I am not Tamora ; And, would you represent our queen aright,
She is thy enemy, and I thy friend:

It were convenient you had such a devil:

90 I am Revenge ; sent from the infernal kingdom, 30 But welcome, as you are.

What shall we do? To ease the gnawing vulture of thy mind,

Tam. What wouldst thou have us do, AndroBy working wreakful vengeance on thy foes.

nicus ? Come down, and welcome me to this world's light; Dem. Show me a murderer, I'll deal with him. Confer with me of murder and of death:

Chi. Show me a villain that hath done a rape, There's not a hollow cave or lurking-place. And I am sent to be revenged on him. No vast obscurity or misty vale,

Tam, Show me a thousand that have done Where bloody murder or detested rape

thee wrong, Can couch for fear, but I will find them out; And I will be revenged on them all. And in their ears tell them my dreadful name, Tit. Look round about the wicked streets of Revenge, which makes the foul offender quake.

Rome; Tit. Art thou Revenge? and art thou sent And when thou find'st a man that's like thyself, to me,

41 Good Murder, stab him; he's a murderer. To be a torment to mine enemies?

Go thou with him; and when it is thy hap Tam. I am; therefore come down, and wel- To find another that is like to thee,

Good Rapine, stab him; he's a ravisher. Tit. Do me some service, ere I come to thee. Go thou with them; and in the emperor's court Lo, by thy side where Rape and Murder stands; | There is a queen, attended by a Moor; Now give some surance that thou art Revenge, Well mayst thou know her by thy own proporStab them, or tear them on thy chariot-wheels; tion, And then I'll come and be thy waggoner,

For up and down she doth resemble thee : And whirl along with thee about the globe. I pray thee, do on them some violent death; Provide thee two proper palfreys, black as jet, 50 They have been violent to me and mine. To hale thy vengeful waggon swift away,

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

we do.
And when thy car is loaden with their heads, But would it please thee, good Andronicus,
I will dismount, and by the waggon-wheel To send for Lucius, thy thrice-valiant son,
Trot, like a servile footman, all day long,

Who leads towards Rome a band of warlike Goths, Even from Hyperion's rising in the east

And bid him come and banquet at thy house; Until his very downfall in the sea :

When he is here, even at thy solemn feast, And day by day I'll do this heavy task,

I will bring in the empress and her sons, So thou destroy Rapine and Murder there. The emperor himself and all thy foes; Tam. These are my ministers, and come with And at thy mercy shall they stoop and kneel,

Co And on thein shalt thou ease thy angry heart. Tit. Are these thy ministers? what are they What says Andronicus to this device? call’d?

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

Enter MARCUS.
Cause they take vengeance of such kind of men.
Tit. Good Lord, how like the empress' sons Go, gentle Marcus, to thy nephew Lucius;
they are!

Thou shalt inquire him out among the Goths: And you, the empress ! but we worldly men Bid him repair to me, and bring with him Have miserable, mad, mistaking eyes.

Some of the chiefest princes of the Goths; O sweet Revenge, now do I come to thee; Bid him encamp his soldiers where they are: And, if one arm's embracement will content thee, Tell him the emperor and the empress too I will embrace thee in it by and by. (Exit above. Feast at my house, and he shall feast with them

Тат. This closing with him fits his lunacy: This do thou for my love; and so let him, Whate'er I forge to feed his brain-sick fits, 71 As he regards his aged father's life.

130 Do you uphold and maintain in your speeches,

Marc. This will I do, and soon return again. For now he firmly takes me for Revenge ;

[Exit.

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Tam. Now will I hence about thy business, What would you say, if I should let you speak? And take my ministers along with me.

Villains, for shame you could not beg for grace. Tit. : Nay, nay, let Rape and Murder stay Hark, wretches! how I mean to martyr you. 181 with me;

This one hand yet is left to cut your throats, Or else I'll call my brother back again,

Whilst that Lavinia 'tween her stumps doth hold And cleave to no revenge but Lucius.

The basin that receives your guilty blood. Tam. [Aside to her sons] What say you, boys? You know your mother means to feast with me, will you bide with him,

And calls herself Revenge, and thinks me mad: Whiles I go tell my lord the emperor

Hark, villains ! I will grind your bones to dust How I have govern'd our determined jest? And with your blood and it I'll make a paste, Yield to his humour, smooth and speak him fair, And of the paste a coffin I will rear And tarry with him till I turn again. 141 And make two pasties of your shameful heads, 190 Tit. Aside] I know them all, though they And bid that strumpet, your unhallow'd dam, suppose me mad,

Like to the earth swallow her own increase. And will o'erreach them in their own devices: This is the feast that I have bid her to, A pair of cursed hell-hounds and their dam! And this the banquet she shall surfeit on; Dem. Madam, depart at pleasure; leave us For worse than Philomel

my daughter, here.

And worse than Progne I will be revenged : Tam, Farewell, Andronicus: Revenge now And now prepare your throats. Lavinia, come, goes

[He cuts their throats. To lay a complot to betray thy foes.

Receive the blood : and when that they are dead, Tit. I know thou dost; and, sweet Revenge, Let me go grind their bones to powder small farewell,

[Exit Tamora. And with this hateful liquor temper it; Chi. Tell us,

old how shall we be em- And in that paste let their vile heads be baked. ploy'd ?

Come, come, be every one officious Tit. Tut, I have work enough for you to do. To make this banquet; which I wish may prove Publius, come hither, Caius, and Valentine! 151 More stern and bloody than the Centaurs' feast.

So, now bring them in, for I'll play the cook, Enter PUBLIUS and others.

And see them ready 'gainst their mother comes. Pub. What is your will?

[Exeunt, bearing the dead bodies. Tit. Know you these two?

Pub. The empress' sons, I take them, Chiron and Demetrius.

SCENE III. Court of Titus's house. A banquet Tit. Fie, Publius, fie! thou art too much de

set out. ceived;

Enter Lucius, MARCUS, and Goths, with The one is Murder, Rape is the other's name;

AARON prisoner.
And therefore bind them, gentle Publius.
Caius and Valentine, lay hands on them.

Luc. Uncle Marcus, since it is my father's mind
Oft have you heard me wish for such an hour, 160 That I repair to Rome, I am content.
And now I find it; therefore bind them sure,

First Goth. And ours with thine, befall what And stop their mouths, if they begin to cry. [Exit. fortune will.

[Publius, &c. lay hold on Chiron and Luc. Good uncle, take you in this barbarous Demetrius.

Moor, Chi. Villains, forbear! we are the empress' This ravenous tiger, this accursed devil; sons.

Let him receive no sustenance, fetter him, Pub. And therefore do we what we are com- Till he be brought unto the empress' face, manded.

For testimony of her foul proceedings : Stop close their mouths, let them not speak a And see the ambush of our friends be strong; word.

I fear the emperor means no good to us. Is he sure bound? look that you bind them fast. Aar. Some devil whisper curses in mine ear,

And prompt me, that my tongue may utter forth Re-enter Titus, with LAVINIA; he bearing a

The venomous malice of my swelling heart! knife, and she a basin.

Luc. Away, inhuman dog! unhallow'd slave!

Sirs, help our uncle to convey him in. Tit. Come, come, Lavinia; look, thy foes are (Exeunt Goths, with Aaron. Flourish within. bound.

The trumpets show the emperor is at hand. Sirs, stop their mouths, let them not speak to me; But let them hear what fearful words I utter.

Enter SATURNINUS and TAMORA, with ÆmiO villains, Chiron and Demetrius!

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LIUS, Tribunes, Senators, and others. Here stands the spring whom you have stain'd with mud,

Sat. What, hath the firmament more suns than This goodly summer with your winter mix'd.

one? You kill'd her husband, and for that vile fault Luc. What boots it thee to call thyself a sun ? Two of her brothers were condemn’d to death, Marc. Rome's emperor, and nephew, break My hand cut off and made a merry jest;

the parle; Both her sweet hands, her tongue, and that more These quarrels must be quietly debated. dear

The feast is ready, which the careful Titus Than hands or tongue, her spotless chastity, Hath ordain'd to an honourable end, Inhuman traitors, you constrain'd and forced. For peace, for love, for league, and good to Rome:

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Please you, therefore, draw nigh, and take your Scatter'd by winds and high tempestuous gusts, places. 0, let me teach you how to knit again

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This scatter'd corn into one mutual sheaf, [Hautboys sound. The Company sit down at These broken limbs again into one body;

table. Lest Rome herself be bane unto herself, Enter Titus dressed like a Cook, LAVINIA veiled, Like a forlorn and desperate castaway,

And she whom mighty kingdoms court'sy to, young Lucius, and others. Titus places the Do shameful execution on herself. dishes on the table.

But if my frosty signs and chaps of age, Tit. Welcome, my gracious lord; welcome, Grave witnesses of true experience, dread queen;

Cannot induce you to attend my words,
Welcome, ye warlike Goths; welcome, Lucius; [TO Lucius] Speak, Rome's dear friend, as erst
And welcome, all: although the cheer be

poor,
our ancestor,

80 'Twill fill your stomachs; please you eat of it. 29 When with his solemn tongue he did discourse

Sat. Why art thou thus attired, Andronicus? To love-sick Dido's sad attending ear

Tit. Because I would be sure to have all well, The story of that baleful burning night To entertain your highness and your empress.

When subtle Greeks surprised King Priam's Troy, Tam. We are beholding to you, good Andro- Tell us what Sinon hath bewitch'd our ears, nicus.

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:

Nor can I utter all our bitter grief, Was it well done of rash Virginius

But floods of tears will drown my oratory,

90 To slay his daughter with his own right hand, And break my utterance, even in the time Because she was enforced, 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?

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 speak. shame,

Luc. Then, noble auditory, be it known to you, And by her presence still renew his sorrows.

That cursed Chiron and Demetrius Tit. A reason mighty, strong, and effectual; Were they that murdered our emperor's brother; A pattern, precedent, and lively warrant, And they it were that ravished our sister: 99 For me, most wretched, to perform the like. For their fell faults our brothers were beheaded; Die, die, Lavinia, and thy shame with thee; Our father's tears despised, and basely cozen'd

[Kills Lavinia. Of that true hand that fought Rome's quarrel out, And, with thy shame, thy father's sorrow die ! And sent her enemies unto the grave. Sat. What hast thou done, unnatural and un- Lastly, myself unkindly banished, kind ?

The gates shut on me, and turn’d weeping out, Tit. Killid her, for whom my tears have made To beg relief among Rome's enemies; me blind.

Who drown'd their enmity in my true tears, I am as woful as Virginius was,

50 And oped their arms to embrace me as a friend. And have a thousand times more cause than he I am the turned forth, be it known to you, To do this outrage: and it now is done.

That have preserved her welfare in my blood; 1JO SatWhat, was she ravish'd ? tell who did the And from her bosom took the enemy's point, deed.

Sheathing the steel in my adventurous body. Tit. Will't please you eat? will’t please your Alas, you know I am no vaunter, I ; highness feed?

My scars can witness, dumb although they are, Tam. Why hast thou slain thine only daughter That my report is just and full of truth. thus?

But, soft! methinks I do digress too much, Tit. Not I ; 'twas Chiron and Demetrius: Citing my worthless praise: 0, pardon me; They ravish'd her, and cut away her tongue; For when no friends are by, men praise themselves. And they, 'twas they, that did her all this wrong. Marc. Now is my turn to speak. Behold this Sat. Go fetch them hither to us presently.

child: Tit. Why, there they are both, baked in that [Pointing to the Child in the arms of an pie; 60

Attendant. Whereof their mother daintily hath fed,

Or this was Tamora delivered; Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred. The issue of an irreligious Moor, 'Tis true, 'tis true; witness my knife's sharp point. Chief architect and plotter of these woes:

[Kills Tamora. The villain is alive in Titus' house, Sat. Die, frantic wretch, for this accursed deed! And as he is, to witness this is true.

(Kills Titus.

Now judge what cause had Titus to revenge Luc. Can the son's eye behold his father bleed? These wrongs, unspeakable, past patience, There's meed for meed, death for a deadly deed! Or more than any living man could bear.

[Kills Saturninus. A great tumult. Now you have heard the truth, what say you,

Lucius, Marcus, and others go up Romans?
into the balcony.

Have we done aught amiss,-show us wherein,
Marc. You sad-faced inen, people and sons of And, from the place where you behold us now,
Rome,
The poor remainder of Andronici

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And on the ragged stones beat forth our brains, Friends should associate friends in grief and woe: And make a mutual closure of our house.

Bid him farewell ; cominit him to the grave; 170 Speak, Romans, speak; and if you say we shall, Do him that kindness, and take leave of him. Lo, hand in hand, Lucius and I will fall.

Young Luc. O grandsire, grandsire ! even with Æmil. Come, come, thou reverend man of all my heart 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 choke me, if I ope my mouth. The common voice do cry it shall be so. 140 All Lucius, all hail, Rome's royal emperor!

Re-enter Attendants with AAKON. Marc. Go, go into old Titus' sorrowful house,

[To Attendants. Æm. You sad Andronici, have done with woes: And hither hale that misbelieving Moor,

Give sentence on this execrable wretch, To be adjudged some direful slaughtering death, That hath been breeder of these dire events. As punishment for his most wicked life.

Luc. Set him breast-deep in earth, and famish [Exeunt Attendants. him;

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There let him stand, and rave, and cry for food : Lucius, MARCUS, and the others descend.

If any one relieves or pities him, All. Lucius, allhail, Rome's gracious governor! For the offence he dies. This is our doom:

Luc. Thanks, gentle Romans: may I govern so, Some stay to see him fasten'd in the earth. To heal Rome's harms, and wipe away her woe! Aar. O, why should wrath be mute, and fury But, gentle people, give me aim awhile,

dumb ? For nature puts me to a heavy task:

150I am no baby, I, that with base prayers Stand all aloof: but, uncle, draw you near, I should repent the evils I have done : To shed obsequious tears upon this trunk. Ten thousand worse than ever yet I did 0, take this warm kiss on thy pale cold lips, Would I perform, if I might have my will:

(Kissing Titus. If one good deed in all my life I did, These sorrowful drops upon thy blood-stain'd face, I do repent it from my very soul.

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Luc. Some loving friends convey

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emperor Marc. Tear for tear, and loving kiss for kiss, hence, Thy brother Marcus tenders on thy lips : And give him burial in his father's grave: 0, were the sum of these that I should

pay My father and Lavinia shall forth with Countless and infinite, yet would I pay them! Be closed in our household's monument. Luc. Come hither, boy; come, come, and learn As for that heinous tiger, Tamora,

160 No funeral rite, nor man in mourning weeds, To meltin showers: thy grandsire loved thee well: No mournful bell shall ring her burial; Many a time he danced thee on his knee,

But throw her forth to beasts and birds of

prey: Sung thee asleep, his loving breast thy pillow; Her life was beast-like, and devoid of pity; Many a matter hath he told to thee,

And, being so, shall have like want of pity. Meet and agreeing with thine infancy;

See justice done on Aaron, that damu'd Moor, In that respect, then, like a loving child,

By whom our heavy haps had their beginning: Shed yet some small drops from thy tender spring, Then, afterwards, to order well the state, Because kind nature doth require it so:

That like events may ne'er it ruinate. [Exeunt.

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ROMEO AND JULIET.

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.

ESCALUS, prince of Verona.
Paris, a young nobleman, kinsman to the

prince.
MONTAGUE, 1 heads of two houses at variance
CAPULET, with each other.
An old man, cousin to Capulet.
ROMEO, son to Montague.
MERCUTIO, kinsman to the prince, and friend

to Romeo.
BENVOLIO, nephew to Montague, and friend

to Romeo.
Tybalt, nephew to Lady Capulet.
Friar LAURENCE,
Friar JOHN,

} Franciscans.
BALTHASAR, servant to Romeo.
SAMPSON,
GREGORY,} servants to Capulet.

Peter, servant to Juliet's nurse.
ABRAHAM, servant to Montague.
An Apothecary.
Three Musicians.
Page to Paris; another Page; an Officer.
LADY MONTAGUE, wife to Montague
LADY CAPULET, wise to Capulet
JULIET, daughter to Capulet.

Nurse to Juliet.
Citizens of Verona ; several Men and Women,

relations to both houses; Maskers, Guards,
Watchmen, and Attendants.

Chorus.

Scene: Verona: Mantua.

Gre. That shows thee a weak slave; for the PROLOGUE.

weakest goes to the wall. Two households, both alike in dignity,

Sam. True; and therefore women, being the In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the wall: thereFrom ancient grudge break to new mutiny, fore I will push Montague's men from the wall,

Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. and thrust his maids to the wall. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes

Gre. The quarrel is between our masters and A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;

us their men. Whose misadventured piteous overthrows

Sam. 'Tis all one, I will show myself a Do with their death bury their parents' strife. tyrant: when I have fought with the men, I The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, will be cruel with the maids, and cut off their And the continuance of their parents' rage,

10 heads. Which, but their children's end, nought could Gre. The heads of the maids ?

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Sam. Ay, the heads of the maids, or their Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage; maidenheads; take it in what sense thou wiis. The which if you with patient ears attend,

Gre. They must take it in sense that feel it. What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to Sam. Me they shall feel while I am able mend.

to stand: and 'tis known I am a pretty piece

of flesh. ACT I.

Gre. 'Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst,

thou hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool; heré Scene I. Verona. A public place. comes two of the house of the Montagues.

Sam. My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, of the house of will back thee.

40 Capulet, armed with swords and bucklers.

Gre. How! turn thy back and run? Sam. Gregory, o' my word, we'll not carry Sam. Fear me not. coals.

No, marry; I fear thee! Gre. No, for then we should be colliers.

Sam. Let us take the law of our sides; let Sam. I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw. them begin.

Gre. Ay, while you live, draw your neck out Gre. I will frown as I pass by, and let them o' the collar.

take it as they list. San. I strike quickly, being moved.

Sam. Nay, as they dare.

I will bite my Gre. But thou art not quickly moved to strike. thumb at them; which is a disgrace to them, if Samn. A dog of the house of Montague they bear it.

50 moves me. Gre. To move is to stir; and to be valiant is

Enter ABRAHAM and BALTHASAR. to stand : therefore, if thou art moved, thou Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? runn'st away:

Sam. I do bite my thumb, sir. Sam. A dog of that house shall move me to Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? stand: I will take the wall of any man or maid Sam. [Aside to Gre.] Is the law of our side, of Montague's.

if I say ay?

Gre.

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