Which made me down to throw my books, and fly; I will most willingly attend your ladyship. [Lavinia turns over the books which Lucius Tit. How now, Lavinia ?-Marcus, what means this? Some book there is that she desires to see:- Confederate in the fact:-Ay, more there was:- Mar. For love of her that's gone, Perhaps she cull'd it from among the rest. Tit. Soft! see, how busily she turns the leaves! Help her : What would she find?-Lavinia, shall I read ? This is the tragick tale of Philomel, And treats of Tereus' treason, and his rape; And rape, I fear, was root of thine annoy. Mar. See, brother, see; note, how she quotest the leaves. Tit. Lavinia, wert thou thus surpris'd, sweet girl, Ravish'd and wrong'd, as Philomela was, Forc'd in the ruthless, vast, and gloomy woods?See, see! Succession. + To quote is to observe. Ay, such a place there is, where we did hunt, Mar. O, why should nature build so foul a den, Unless the gods delight in tragedies! Tit. Give signs, sweet girl,-for here are none but friends, What Roman lord it was durst do the deed: Mar. Sit down, sweet niece;-brother, sit down by me. Apollo, Pallas, Jove, or Mercury, Inspire me, that I may this treason find!- [He writes his name with his staff, and guides Curs'd be that heart, that forc'd us to this shift !Write thou, good niece; and here display, at last, What God will have discover'd for revenge: Heaven guide thy pen to print thy sorrows plain, That we may know the traitors, and the truth! [She takes the staff in her mouth, and guides it with her stumps, and writes. Tit. O, do you read, my lord, what she hath writ: Stuprum-Chiron-Demetrius. Mar. What, what!-the lustful sons of Tamora Performers of this heinous, bloody deed? Tit. Magne Dominator poli, Tam lentus audis scelera? tam lentus vides? And arm the minds of infants to exclaims. My lord, kneel down with me; Lavinia, kneel; Aud swear with me,-as with the woful feere*, And with a gad t of steel will write these words, Come, come; thou'lt do thy message, wilt thou not? Boy. Ay, with my dagger in their bosoms, grandsire. Tit. No, boy, not so; I'll teach thee another course. Lavinia, come:-Marcus, look to my house; Ay, marry, will we, sir: and we'll be waited on. • Husband. The point of a spear. And not relent, or not compassion him? That hath more scars of sorrow in his heart, SCENE 11. The same. A room in the palace. Enter Aaron, Chiron, and Demetrius, at one door; at another door, Young Lucius, and an Attendant, with a bundle of weapons, and verses writ upon them. Chi. Demetrius, here's the son of Lucius; He hath some message to deliver us. Aar. Ay, some mad message from his mad grand. father. Boy. My lords, with all the humbleness I may, I greet your honours from Andronicus; And pray the Roman gods, confound you both. [Aside, Dem. Gramercy*, lovely Lucius: What's the news? Boy. That you are both decipher'd, that's the news, For villains mark'd with rape. [Aside.] May it please you, My grandsire, well-advis'd, hath sent by me The goodliest weapons of his armoury, To gratify your honourable youth, The hope of Rome; for so he bade me say; i. e. Grand merci; great thanks. Your lordships, that whenever you have need, And so I leave you both, [Aside.] like bloody vil. Let's see; Integer vitæ, scelerisque purus, Non eget Mauri jaculis, nec arcu. Chi. O, 'tis a verse in Horace; I know it well: I read it in the grammar long ago. Aar. Ay, just!-a verse in Horace :-right, you have it. Now, what a thing it is to be an ass! Here's no sound jest! the old man hath found their guilt; And sends the weapons wrapp'd about with lines, That wound, beyond their feeling, to the quick. Aside. But were our witty empress well a-foot, Aar. Had he not reason, lord Demetrius? Aar. Here lacks but your mother for to say amen. Chi. And that would she for twenty thousand more. Dem. Come, let us go; and pray to all the gods For our beloved mother in her pains. |