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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

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

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.

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.

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Was it well done of rash Virginius,

To slay his daughter with his own right hand,
Because she was enforced, stained, and defloured?
Sat. It was, Andronicus.

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! Sat. What hast thou done, unnatural, and unkind! Tit. Killed her, for whom my tears have made me blind.

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 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.

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.

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Mar. You sad-faced men, people and sons of Rome,
By uproar severed, like a flight of fowl
Scattered by winds and high, tempestuous
O, 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 mighty 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

ancestor,

When with his solemn tongue he did discourse
To lovesick Dido's sad, attending ear,

The story of that baleful, burning night,

When subtle Greeks surprised king Priam's Troy.
Tell us, what Sinon hath bewitched 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 despised; and basely cozened1
Of that true hand, that fought Rome's quarrel out,
And sent her enemies unto the grave.

Lastly, myself unkindly banished,

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The gates shut on me, and turned weeping out,
To beg reliet among Rome's enemies;
Who drowned their enmity in my true tears,
And oped their arms to embrace me as a friend.
And I am the turned-forth, be it known to you,
That have preserved her welfare in my blood;
And from her bosom took the enemy's point,
Sheathing the steel in my adventurous 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, men praise themselves.
Mar. Now is my turn to speak. Behold this child.
[Pointing to the Child in the arms of an

Of this was Tamora delivered;

The issue of an irreligious Moor,

Chief architect and plotter of these woes;
The villain is alive in Titus' house,

Damned 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? Show 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, speak; and, if you say, we shall,
Lo, hand in hand, Lucius and I will fall.

Emil. 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 royal emperor !

1 i. e. we, the poor remainder, &c. will cast us down.

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LUCIUS, &c. descend.

Mar. Go, go into old Titus' sorrowful house;

[To an Attendant.
And hither hale that misbelieving Moor,

To be adjudged some direful, slaughtering death,
As punishment for his most wicked life.

Rom. [Several speak.] Lucius, all hail; Rome's
gracious 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 awhile,-
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-stained face,
The last true duties of thy noble son!

Mar. Tear for tear, and loving kiss for kiss,
Thy brother Marcus tenders on thy lips.

O, were the sum of these that I should pay

Countless and infinite, yet would I pay them!

Luc. Come hither, boy; come, come, and learn of us
To melt in showers. Thy grandsire loved thee well;
Many a time he danced 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 wo.
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!-
O Lord, I cannot speak to him for weeping;
My tears will choke me if I ope my mouth.

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