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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, Androni.

cus? Dem. Show me a murderer, I'll deal with him.

Chi. Show me a villain, that hath done a rape, Aud I am sent to be reveng'd on him. Tam. Show me a thousand, that hath done thee

wrong, And I will be revenged on them all. Tit. Look round about the wicked streets of

Rome; 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

Tam. 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 device?

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.

(Erit. 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 I'll call my brother back again,
And cleave to no revenge but Lucius.
Tam. What say you, boys? will you abide with

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,

(Asido. 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.

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

Tam. Farewell, Andronicus : Revenge now goes To lay a complot to betray thy foes. (Exit Tamora. Tit. I know, thou dost; and, sweet Revenge, fare

well. 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?

Know you these two?


Th' empress sons, I take them, Chiron and Demetrius. Tit. Fye, Publius, fye! thou art too much de

ceiv'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 they begin to cry. [Erit Titus. Publius, &c. lay hold on Chiron

and Demetrius. Chi. Villains, forbear; we are the empress' sous. Pub. And therefore do we what we are command

ed. 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 bean

ing a bason, 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 I utter. O villains, Chiron and Demetrius! Here stands the spring whom you have stain'd with

This goodly summer with your winter mix'd.
You kill'd her husband; and, for that vile fault,
Two of her brothers were condemn'd to death:
My hand cut off, and made a merry jest:
Both her sweet hands, her tongue, and that, more

Than hands or tongue, her spotless chastity,
Inhuman traitors, you constrain's 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 basov, 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 Pbilomel 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 with this 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.

• Crast of a raised pye.


The same. A pavilion, with tables, &c.

Enter Lucius, Marcus, and Goths, with Aaron,

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

This ravenous tiger, this accursed devil;
Let him receive po 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, inbuman dog! unhallow'd slave ! Sirs, help our uncle to convey him iv.

(Exeunt Goths, with Aaron. Flourish. The trumpets show, the emperor is at hand.

Enter Saturninus and Tamora, with Tribunes, Se

nators, and others. Sat. What, hath the firmament more suns than

one? Luc. What boots* it thee, to call thyself a sun? 1 Mar. Rome's emperor, and nephew, break t the

parle ;

• Advantage benefit.

+ 6. c. Begin the parley,

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