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Did not thy hue beurray whose brat thou art,
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,
As sure a card as ever won the set;
Goth. My lord, there is a messenger from Rome, Desires to be admitted to your presence. Luc. Let him come near.—
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,
Knock at his study, where, they say, he keeps,
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,
And I will be revenged on them all. [Rome;
Tit. Marcus, my brother!—'tis sad Titus calls.
Go, gentle Marcus, to thy nephew Lucius;
Dem. Madam, depart at pleasure, leave us here.
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.
Luc. Good uncle, take you in this barbarons
This ravenous tiger, this accursed devil;
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.
And welcome, all: although the cheer be poor,
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
There let him stand, and rave and cry for food:
Aar. 3. why should wrath be mute, and fury
I am no baby, I, that with base prayers,
Luc. Some loving friends convey the emperor
And give him burial in his father's grave:
To sing a song of old was sung,
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