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And now I find it; therefore bind them sure;
[Exit:Titus. Publius, fc. lay hold on
CHIRON and DEMETRIUS. Chi. Villains, forbear; we are the empress' sons. Pub. And therefore do we what we are com
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 bear
ing a basin, and he a knife. Tit. Come, come, Lavinia ; look, thy foes are
Sirs, stop their mouths, let them not speak to me;
1 A coffin is the term for the crust of a raised pie.
And make two pasties of your shameful heads ;
[He cuts their throats.
[Exeunt, bearing the dead bodies.
SCENE III. The same. A Pavilion, with
Enter Lucius, Marcus, and Goths, with A ARON,
prisoner. Luc. Uncle Marcus, since 'tis my father's mind, That I repair to Rome, I am content.
1 Goth. And ours, with thine," 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, Till he be brought unto the empress' face, For testimony of her foul proceedings; And see the ambush of our friends be strong: I fear the emperor means no good to us.
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, Sen
ators, 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 Hath ordained to an honorable end, 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
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.
Sat. 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,
Sat. It was, Andronicus.
Sat. Because the girl should not survive her shame, And by her presence still renew his sorrows.
Tit. A reason mighty, strong, and effectual ;
[He kills LAVINIA. And, with thy shame, thy father's sorrow die!
Sat. What hast thou done, unnatural, and unkind !
Sat. What, was she ravished ? tell, who did the deed.
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.
[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. The
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, By uproar severed, like a flight of fowl Scattered by winds and high, tempestuous gusts, 0, let me teach you how to knit again This scattered corn into one mutual sheaf, These broken limbs again into one body.
Sen. Lest Rome herself be bane unto herself, And she, whom inighty kingdoms court’sy to, Like a forlorn and desperate castaway, Do shameful execution on herself. But if my frosty signs and chaps of age, Grave witnesses of true experience, Cannot induce you to attend my words, Speak, Rome's dear friend ; [To Lucius;] as erst our
Luc. Then, noble auditory, be it known to you,
1 i. e. “and he basely cozened."