And now I find it; therefore bind them sure; [Exit TITUS. PUBLIUS, &c. lay hold on Chi. Villains, forbear; we are the empress' sons. manded. 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 basin, and he a knife. Tit. Come, come, Lavinia; look, thy foes are Sirs, stop their mouths, let them not speak to me; Here stands the spring whom you have stained with mud; This goodly summer with your winter mixed. My hand cut off, and made a merry jest ; Both her sweet hands, her tongue, and that, more dear 1 A coffin is the term for the crust of a raised pie. - And make two pasties of your shameful heads; To make this banquet; which I wish may prove [Exeunt, bearing the dead bodies. SCENE III. The same. A Pavilion, with tables, &c. Enter LUCIUS, MARCUS, and Goths, with AARON, prisoner. Luc. Uncle Marcus, since 'tis my father's mind, That I repair to Rome, I am content. 1 Goth. And ours, with thine,2 befall what fortune will. Luc. Good uncle, take you in this barbarous Moor, This ravenous tiger, this accursed devil; Let him receive no sustenance, fetter him, 1 i. e. her own produce. 2 "And our content runs parallel with thine, be the consequence of our coming to Rome what it may." Aar. Some devil whisper curses in mine ear, And prompt me, that my tongue may utter forth The venomous malice of my swelling heart! Luc. Away, inhuman dog! unhallowed slave!— Sirs, help our uncle to convey him in. Exeunt Goths, with AARON. Flourish. The trumpets show the emperor is at hand. Enter SATURNINUS and TAMORA, with Tribunes, Senators, and others. Sat. What, hath the firmament more suns than one? Luc. What boots it thee, to call thyself a sun? Mar. Rome's emperor, and nephew, break' the parle ; These quarrels must be quietly debated. The feast is ready, which the careful Titus For peace, for love, for league, and good to Rome. [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 queen; Welcome, ye warlike Goths; welcome, Lucius; And welcome, all: although the cheer be poor, 'Twill fill your stomachs; please you eat of it. Sut. Why art thou thus attired, 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 were. My lord the emperor resolve me this; 1 i. e. end the debate. Was it well done of rash Virginius, To slay his daughter with his own right hand, Tit. Your reason, mighty lord! Sat. Because the girl should not survive her shame, And by her presence still renew his sorrows. Tit. A reason mighty, strong, and effectual ; A pattern, precedent, and lively warrant, For me, most wretched, to perform the like.Die, die, Lavinia, and thy shame with thee; [He kills LAVINIA. And, with thy shame, thy father's sorrow die! I am as woful as Virginius was; And have a thousand times more cause than he Sat. What, was she ravished? tell, who did the deed. Tit. Will't please you eat? will't please your highness feed? Tam. Why hast thou slain thine only daughter thus? Tit. Not I; 'twas Chiron, and Demetrius. They ravished her, and cut away her tongue, And they, 'twas they, that did her all this wrong. Sat. Go, fetch them hither to us presently. Tit. Why, there they are both, baked in that pie; Whereof their mother daintily hath fed, Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred. 'Tis true, 'tis true; witness my knife's sharp point. [Killing TAMORA. Sat. Die, frantic wretch, for this accursed deed. The [Killing TITUS. Luc. Can the son's eye behold his father bleed? There's meed for meed, death for a deadly deed. [Kills SATURNINUS. A great tumult. People in confusion disperse. MARCUS, LUCIUS, and their partisans, ascend the steps before TITUS's house. Mar. You sad-faced men, people and sons of Rome, Sen. Lest Rome herself be bane unto herself, But if my frosty signs and chaps of age, Cannot induce you to attend my words, Speak, Rome's dear friend; [To LUCIUS ;] as erst our ancestor, When with his solemn tongue he did discourse The story of that baleful, burning night, But floods of tears will drown my oratory, Here is a captain; let him tell the tale; Your hearts will throb and weep to hear him speak. Were they that murdered our emperor's brother; Lastly, myself unkindly banished, |