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Did not thy hue beurray whose brat thou art,
Had nature lent thee but thy mother's look,
Villain, thou might'st have been an emperor:
But where the bull and cow are both milk-white,
They never do beget a coal-black calf.
Peace, villain, peace!—even thus he rates the babe,
For I must bear thee to a trusty Goth;
Who, when he knows thou art the empress' babe,
Will hold thee dearly for thy mother's sake.
With this, my weapon drawn, I rush’d upon him,
Surpris'd him suddenly; and brought him hither,
To use as you think needful of the man.
Luc. O worthy Goth' this is the incarnate devil,
That robb’d Andronicus of his good hand:
This is the pear that pleas'd your empress' eye;
And here's the base fruit of his burning lust.—
Say, wall-ey'd slave, whither would'st thou convey
This growing .# of thy fiend-like face?
Why dost not speak? What! deaf; No; not a word?
A halter, soldiers; hang him on this tree,
And by his side his fruit of bastardy.
Aar. Touch not the boy, he is of royal blood.
Luc. Too like the sire for ever being good.—
First hang the child, that he may see it sprawl;
A sight to vex the father's soul withal.
Get me a ladder.
(A ladder brought, which Aaron is obliged
to ascend.)
Aar. Lucius, save the child;
And bear it from me to the emperess.
If thou do this, I'll shew thee wond’rous things,
That highly may advantage thee to hear:
If thou § not, befall what may befall,
I'll speak no more; but vengeance rot you all!
Luc. Say on; and, if it please me which thou
Thy child shall live, and I will see it nourish'd.
Aar. An if it please thee? why, assure thee, Lu-

cius, 'Twill vex thy soul to hear what I shall speak: For I must talk of murders, rapes, and massacres, Acts of black night, abominable deeds, Complots of mischief, treason; villanies Ruthful to hear, yet piteously perform'd : And this shall all be É. by my death, Unless thou swear to me, my child shall live. Luc. Tell on thymind; I say, thy child shall live. Aar. Swear, that he shall, and then I will begin. Luc. Who should I swear by? thou believ'st no od; That ro, how canst thou believe an oath? Aar. What if I do not? as, indeed, I do not: Yet,_for I know thou art religious, And hast a thing within thee, called conscience; And twenty popish tricks and ceremonies, Which I have seen thee careful to observe, Therefore I urge thy oath: For that, I know, An idiot holds his bauble for a god, And keeps the oath, which by that god he swears; To that I'll urge him:—Therefore, thou shalt vow By that same god, what godsoe'er it be, That thou ador'st and hast in reverence,— To save my boy, to nourish, and bring him up, Or else I will discover nought to thee. Luc. Even by my god, I swear to thee, I will. Aar. First, know thou, I begot him on the emress. 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? and ’twas Aar. Why, she was wash'd, and cut, and trimm'd; 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,

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As sure a card as ever won the set;
That o mind, I think, they learn'd of me,
As true a dog as ever fought at head.—
Well, let my deeds be witness of my worth.
I train'd thy brethren to that guileful hole,
Where the dead corpse of Bassianus lay:
I wrote the letter that thy father found,
And hid the gold within the letter mention'd.
Confederate with the queen, and her two sons:
And what not done, that thou hast cause to rue,
Wherein I had no stroke of mischief in it?
I play'd the cheater for thy father's hand;
And when I had it, drew myself apart,
And almost broke my heart with extreme laughter.
W. me through the crevice of a wall,
hen, for his hand, he had his two sons' heads;
Beheld his tears, and laugh’d so heartily,
That both mine eyes were rainy like to his;
And when I told the empress of this sport,
She swounded almost at my pleasing tale,
And, for my tidings, gave me twenty kisses.
Goth. What! canst thou say all this, and never
Aar. Ay, like a black dog, as the saying is
Luc. Art thou not sorry for these heinous deeds”
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:
As kill a man, or else devise his death;
Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it;
Accuse some innocent, and forswear myself:
Set deadly enmity between two friends;
Make poor men's cattle break their necks:
Set fire on barns and hay-stacks in the night,
And bid the owners quench them with their tears.
Qft have I digg'd up dead men from their graves,
And set them upright at their dear friends' doors,
Even when their sorrows almost were forgot;
And on their skins, as on the bark of trees,
Have with my knife carved in Roman letters,
Let not your sorrow die, t h I am dead.
Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful things,
As willingly as one would kill a fly;
And nothing grieves me heartily indeed,
But that I cannot do ten thousand more.
Luc. Bring down the devil; for he must not die
So sweet a death as han ing presently.
Aar. If there be 4. would I were a devil.
To live and burn in everlasting fire;
So I might have your company in hell,
But to torment you with my bitter tongue!
Luc. Sirs, stop his mouth, and let him speak to

Enter a Goth.

Goth. My lord, there is a messenger from Rome, Desires to be admitted to your presence. Luc. Let him come near.—

JEnter AEMilius.

Welcome, Æmilius, what's the news from Romeo

Æmil. Lord Lucius, and you princes of the Goths, The Roman emperor greets you all by me: And, for he understands you are in arms, He craves a parley at your father's house, Willing you to demand your hostages, And they shall be immediately deliver'd.

1 &. What says our general?

Luc. AEmilius, let the emperor give his pledges Unto my father and my uncle Marcus, And we will come.—March away. [Exeum. Scene II.-Rome. Before Titus's House.

Enter TAMoRA, ChiroN, and DEMETRics, disguised. Tam. Thus, in this strange and sad habiliment, I will encounter wsth Andronicus; And say, I am Revenge, sent from below, To join with him, o right his heinous wrongs,

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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. (They knock.)

Enter Titus, above.

Tit. 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? Thou hast the odds of me, therefore no more. Tam. If thou did'st know me, thou would'st talk with me. Tit. I am not mad; I know thee well enough : Witness this wretched stump, these crimson lines; Witness these treuches, 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 2 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; Conser with me of murder and of death: There's not a hollow cave, nor 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? [me. 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 ". 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 i. long; Even from Hyperion's rising in the east, Until his very downfall in the sea. And day by 3. 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 are! And you the empress! But we worldly men Have miserable, mad, mistaking eyes. O sweet Revenge, now do I come to thee: And, if one arm's embracement will content thee, I will embrace thee in it by and by. [Exit Titus, from above. Tam. This closing with him fits his lunacy: Whate'er I forge, to feed his brain-sick sits, Do you uphold and maintain in your speeches. For now he firmly takes me for Revenge; And, of credulous in this mad thought, I'll make him send for Lucius, his son; And, whilst I at a banquet hold him sure,

To scatter and disperse the giddy Goths,
Or, at the least, make them his enemies.
See, here he comes, and I must ply my theme.

Enter Titus.
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, Andro-
Dem. Shew me a murderer, I'll deal with him.
Chi. Shew me a villain, that hath done a rape,
And I am sent to be reveng'd on him.
Tam. Shew me a thousand, that have done thee

And I will be revenged on them all. [Rome;
Tit. Look round about the wicked streets of
And when thou find'st a man that's like thyself,
Good Murder, stab him; he's a murderer.—
Go thou with him; and when it is thy hap,
To find another that is like to thee,
Good Rapine, stab him; he is a ravisher.—
Go thou with them; and in the emperor's court
There is a queen, attended by a Moor;
Well may'st thou know her by thy own proportion,
For up and down she doth resemble thee;
I pray thee, do on them some violent death,
They have been violent to me and mine.
am. Well hast thou lesson'd us; this shall we do.
But would it please thee, good Andronicus,
To send for Lucius, thy thrice valiant son,
Who leads towards Rome a band of warlike Goths,
And bid him come and banquet at thy house:
When he is here, even at thy solemn feast,
I will bring in the empress and her sons,
The emperor himself, and all thy foes;
And at thy mercy shall they stoop and kneel,
And on them shalt thou ease thy angry heart.
What says Andronicus to this ...'

Tit. Marcus, my brother!—'tis sad Titus calls.

Enter MARCUs.

Go, gentle Marcus, to thy nephew Lucius;
Thou shalt inquire him out among the Goths;
Bid him repair to me, and bring with him
Some of the chiefest princes of the Goths;
Bid him encamp his soldiers where they are:
Tell him, the emperor and the empress too
Feast at my house; and he shall feast with them.
This do thou for my love: and so let him,
As he regards his aged father's life. -
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 th call my brother back again,
And cleave to no revenge but Lucius. -
Tam. (To her Sons.) What say you, boys? will
you abide with him,
Whiles I go tell my lord the emperor,
How I have govern'd our determin'd jest?
Yield to his humour, smooth and speak him fair,
And tarry with him, till I come again.
Tit. I know them all, though they suppose me mad;
And will o'er-reach them in their own devices;
A pair of cursed hell-hounds, and their dam', .

Dem. Madam, depart at pleasure, leave us here.

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I'll find some cunning practice out of hand,

Tam. Farewell, Andronicus: Revenge *f; To lay a complot to betray thy foes. [].

Tit. I know, thou dost; and, sweet Revenge, farewell. Chi. Tell us, old man, how shall we be employ'd? Tit. Tut, I have work enough for you to do.— Publius, come hither, Caius, and Valentine!

Enter PUBLIUs and others. Pub. What's your will? Tit. now you these two? Pub. The empress' sons, I take them, Chiron and Demetrius. Tit. Fy, Publius, fy! thou art too much deceiv'd; The one is Murder, Rape is the other's name: And therefore bind them, gentle Publius; Caius, and Valentine, lay hands on them. Oft have you heard me wish for such an hour, And now I find it; therefore bind them sure, And stop their mouths, if }} begin to cry. [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 2 look, that you bind them fast.

Re-enter Titus ANDRonicus, with LAvini A; she

bearing a basin, and he a knife. Tit. Come, come, Lavinia; look, thy foes are bound.— Sirs, stop their mouths, let them not speak to me; But let them hear what fearful words P.. " O villains, Chiron and Demetrius' mud; Here stands the spring whom you have stain'd with

This goodly summer with your winter mix’d.
You kill’d ho husband; and, for that vile fault,
Two of her brothers were condemn'd to death:
My hand cut off, and made a merry jest: [dear
Both her sweet hands, her tongue, and that, more
Than hands or tongue, her spotless chastity,
Inhuman traitors, you constrain’d and forc’d.
What would you say, if I should let you speak?
Villains, for shame you could not beg for grace.
Hark, wretches, how I mean to martyr you.
This one hand yet is left to cut your throats;
Whilst that Lavinia 'tween her stumps doth hold
The basin, that receives your guilty blood.
You know, your mother means to feast with me,
And calls herself, Revenge, and thinks me mad,—
Hark, villains; I will grind your bones to dust,
And with your blood and it, I'll make a paste;
And of the paste a coffin I will rear,
And make two pasties of your shameful heads;
And bid that strumpet, your unhallow'd dam,
Like to the earth, swallow her own increase.
This is the feast that I have bid her to,
And this the banquet she shall surfeit on ;
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 throats.)
Receive the blood: and, when that they are dead,
Let me go grind their bones to powder small,
And wit #. hateful liquor temper it;
And in that paste let their vile heads be bak'd.
Come, come, be every one officious
To make this banquet; which I wish may prove
More stern and bloody than the Centaurs’ feast.
So, now bring them in, for I will play the cook,
And see them ready 'gainst their mother comes.
[Exeunt, bearing the dead bodies.
Scene III.-The same. A Pavilion, with tables, &c.
Enter Lucius, MARcus, and Goths, with AARoN
Luc. Uncle Marcus, since ’tis my father's mind,
That I repair to Rome, I am content.
1 Goth. * ours, with thine, befall what fortune

Luc. Good uncle, take you in this barbarons

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.

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! unhallow'd slave"— Sirs, help our uncle to convey him in.—

[Exeunt Goths, with Aaron. Flourish.

The trumpets shew, the emperor is at hand.

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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 were
My lord the emperor, resolve me this;
as it well done of rash Virginius,
To slay his daughter with his own right hand,
Because she was enforc'd, stain'd, and deflour'd?
Sat. It was, Andronicus.
Tit. Your reason, mighty lord? [shame
Sat. Because the girl should not survive he
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 Larisia.)
And with thy shame, thy father's sorrow die!
Sat. What hast thou done, unnatural, and un-
kind? me blind.
Tit. Kill'd her, for whom my tears fiave made
I am as woful as Virginius was;
And have a thousand times more cause than he
To do this outrage;—and it is now done.
Sat. What, was she ravish'd? tell, who did the
deed. highness feed."
Tit. Will't please you eat? will't please you
Tam. Why }. thou slain thine only daughte
Tit. Not I; ’twas Chiron, and Demetrius:
They ravish'd 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.

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Tamcro. Sat. Die, frantic wretch, for this accursed deed illing Titas. 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-fac'd men, people and sons of By uproar sever'd, like a slight of fowl [Rome, Scatter'd by winds and high tempestuous gusts, O, let me teach you how to knit again This scatter'd corn into one mutual sheaf, These broken limbs again into one body. Sen. Lest Rome herself be bane unto herself; And she, whom mighty kingdoms court’sy to, Like a forlorn and desperate cast-away, 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 ancestor, When with his solemn tongue he did discourse, To love-sick Dido's sad attending ear, The story of that baleful burning night, When subtle Greeks surpris'd king Priam's Troy; Tell us, what Sinon hath bewitch'd our ears, Or who hath brought the fatal engine in, That gives our Troy, our Rome, the civil wound.— My heart is not compact of flint, nor steel; Nor can I utter all our bitter grief, But floods of tears will drown my oratory, And break my very utterance; even i'the time When it should move you to attend me most, Lending your kind commiseration: Here is a captain, let him tell the tale; Your hearts will throb and weep to hear him speak. Luc. Then, noble auditory, be it known to you, That cursed Chiron and Demetrius Were they that murdered our emperor's brother; And they it were that ravished our sister: For their fell faults our brothers were beheaded; Our father's tears despis'd; and basely cozen’d Of that true hand, that fought Rome's quarrel out, Atid sent her enemies unto the grave. Lastly, myself unkindly banished, The gates shut on me, and turn'd weeping out, To beg relief among Rome's enemies ; Who drown'd their enmity in my true tears, And op'd their arms to embrace me as a friend: And I am the turn'd-forth, be it known to you, That have preserv'd her welfare in my blood; And from her bosom took the enemy's point, Sheathing the steel in my advent'rous body. Alas! you know, I am no vaunter, I; My scars can witness, dumb although they are, That my report is just, and full of truth. But, soft; methinks, I do digress too much, Citing my worthless praise: O, pardon me; For when no friends are by, menpraise themselves. Mar. Now is my turn to speak: Behold this child, (Pointiny to the Child in the arms of an Attendant.) Of this was Tamora deliver'd; The issue of an irreligious Moor, Chief architect and plotter of these woes; The villain is alive in Titus' house, Damn’d as he is, to witness this is true. Now judge, what cause had Titus to revenge These wrongs, unspeakable, past patience, Or more than any living man could bear. Now you have heard the truth, what say you, Romans? Have we done aught amiss? Shew us wherein, And, from the place where you behold us now, The poor remainder of Andronici Will, hand in hand, all headlong cast us down, And on the ragged stones beat forth our brains, And make a mutual closure of our house. Speak, Romans; ‘. and, if you . we shall, Lo, hand in hand, Lucius and I will fall.

ZEmil. Come, come, thou reverend man of Rome, And bring our emperor gently in thy hand, Lucius our emperor; for, well I know, The common voice do cry, it shall be so. Rom. (Several speak.) Lucius, all hail; Rome's ". emperor! . (Lucius, &c. descend.) Mar. Go, go into old Titus' sorrowful house; (To an Attendant.) And hither bale that misbelieving Moor, To be adjudg’d some direful slaughtering death, As punishment for his most wicked life. on. (Several speak.) Lucius, all hail; Rome's #. governor! Luc. Thanks, gentle Romans; May I govern so, To heal Rome's harms, and wipe away her woe! But, gentle people, give me aim a while,_ For nature puts me to a heavy task;Stand all aloof;-but, uncle, draw you near, To shed obsequious tears upon this trunk:O, take this warm kiss on thy pale cold lips, (Kisses Titus.) These sorrowful drops upon thy blood-stain’d face, The last true duties of thy noble son! Mar. Tear for tear, ... loving kiss for kiss, Thy brother Marcus, tenders on thy lips: 9, were the sum of these that I should pay Countless and infinite, yet would I pay them : Luc. o: hither, boy; come, come, and learn of us To meltin showers: Thy grandsire lov'd thee well: Many a time he danc'd thee on his knee, Sung thee asleep, his loving breast thy pillow; Many a matter hath he told to thee, Meet, and agreeing with thine infancy; In that respect then, like a loving child, Shed yet some small drops from thy tender spring, Because kind nature doth require it so: Friends should associate friends in grief and woe: Bid him farewell; commit him to the grave; Do him that kindness, and take leave of him. Boy. O grandsire, grandsire! even with all my heart Would I were dead, so you did live again!— Q lord, I cannot speak to him for weeping; My tears will choke me, if I ope my .#.

Enter Attendants, with AARon.

1 Rom. You sad Andronici, have done with woes; Give sentence on this execrable wretch, That hath been breeder of these dire events.

Luc. Set him breast-deep in earth, and famish

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There let him stand, and rave and cry for food:
If any one relieves or pities him,
For the offence he dies. This is our doom:
Some stay, to see him fasten’d in the earth.

Aar. 3. why should wrath be mute, and fury

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I am no baby, I, that with base prayers,
I should repent the evils I have done;
Ten thousand, worse than ever yet I did,
Would I perform, if I might have my will;
If one good deed in all my life I did,
I do repent it from my very soul.

Luc. Some loving friends convey the emperor


And give him burial in his father's grave:
My father, and Lavinia, shall forthwith
Be closed in our household's monument.
As for that heinous tiger, Tamora,
No funeral rite, nor man in mournful weeds,
No mournful bell shall ring her burial;
But throw her forth to beasts, and birds of prey:
Her life was beast-like, and devoid of pity;
And, being so, shall have like want of pity.
See justice done on Aaron, that damn'd Moor,
From whom our heavy haps had their beginning:
Then, afterwards, to order well the state;
That like events may ne'er it ruinate. [Exeunt.

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To sing a song of old was sung,
From ashes ancient Gower is come;
Assuming man's infirmities,
To glad your ear and !". your eyes.
It hath been sung at festivals,
On ember-eves, and holy ales;
And lords and ladies of their lives
Have read it for restoratives:
'Purpose to make men glorious;
Et quo antiquius, eo melius.
If you, born in these latter times,
Wł. wit’s more ripe, accept my rhymes,
And that to hear an old man sing,
May to your wishes pleasure bring,
I life would wish, and that I might
Waste it for you, like taper-light.—
This city then, Antioch the great
Built up for his chiefest seat;
The fairest in all Syria;
(I tell you what mine authors say :)
This king unto him took a pheere,
Who died, and left a female heir,
So buxom, blithe, and full of face,
As heaven had lent her all his grace;
With whom the father liking took,
And her to incest did provoke :
Bad father! to entice his own
To evil, should be done by none.
By custom, what they did begin,
Was, with long use, account no sin.

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A Pander, and his Wife. Boult, their Serrant. Gowen, as Chorus. The Daughter of Antiochus. Dionyza, Wife to Cleon. . THAIs A, Daughter to Simonides. MARINA, Daughter to Pericles and Thaiser. LYchoRIDA, Nurse to Marina. DIANA. Lords, Ladies, Knights, Gentlemen, Saitors, Pirates, Fishermen, and Messengers, &c. in tarious Countries.

The beauty of this sinful dame
Made many princes thither frame,
To seek her as a bed-fellow,
In marriage-pleasures play-fellow :
Which to prevent, he made a law,
(To keep her still, and men in awe,)
That whoso ask'd her for his wife,
His riddle told not, lost his life:
So for her many a wight did die,
As yon grim looks do testify.
What now ensues, to the judgment of your eye
I give, my cause who best can justify. [Exo

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