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Aar. Some devil whisper curses in my ear,
[Exeunt Goths with Aaron.
and others. Sat. What, hath the firmament more suns than one? Luc. What boots it thee to call thyself a fun ?
Mar. Rome's Emperor, and nephew, break the parley; These quarrels muit be quietly debated : The feait is ready, which the careful Titus Hath ordain'd to an honourable end, For peace, for love, for league, and good to Rome : Please you therefore draw nigh and take your places. Sat. Marcus, we will.
[Hautbays. A Table brought in. Enter Titus like a Cook, placing the meat on the Table, and Lavinia with a veil over her face.
Tit. Welcome, my gracious Lord; welcome dread Welceme, ye warlike Goths, welcome Lucius, · [Queen, 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. And if your Highness knew my heart, you were
Sat. It was, Andronicus,
Sat. Because the girl should not survive her shame,
A pattern, precedent, and lively warrant,
Sat. What halt thou done, unnatural and unkind?
Tit.Kill'd her, for whom my tears have made me blind. I am as woeful as Virginius was, And have a thousand times more cause than he To do this outrage. And it is now done.
Sat. What, was the ravish’d? tell, who did the deed Tit. Will't please you eat, will’t please your Highness
feed? Tam. Why halt thou slain thine only daughter thus
Tit. Not I, 'twas Chiron and Demetrius.
Sat. Go, fetch them hither to us presently.
(He flabs the Empress. Sat. Die, frantick wretch, for this accurfed deed.
[He ftabs Titus. Luc. Can the son's eye behold his father bleed? There's meed for meed, death for a deadly deed.
(Lucius ftabs the Emperor,
Goth. Let Rome herself be bane unto herself;
Mar. But if my frosty signs and chaps of ages.
Speak, Speak, Rome's dear friend; as erft our ancestor,
[TO Lucias, When with his folemn tongue he did discourse To love-lick Dido's sad attending ear, The story of that baleful burning night, When subtle Greeks surpriz'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 bieter grief, But floods of tears will drown my oratory, And break my very ute'rance; even in 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 fifter : 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, And sent her enemies into 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 t'embrace me as a friend: And I am turn'd forth, be it known to you, That have preserv'd her welfare in my blood, And from her bofom 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 juft, and full of truth. But, soft, methinks, I do digress too much, Citing my worthless praise: oh, pardon me, For when no friends are by, men praise themselves.
Mar. Now is my tongue to speak: behold this child, Of this was Tamora delivered ; The issue of an irreligious Moor, Chief architect and plotter of these woes ; The villain is alive in Titus's house, (27) 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?
Æm. Come, come, thou reverend man of Rome,
Mar. Lucius, all hail, Rome's royal Emperor !
.(27) The villain is alive in Titus' boufe,
And as he is, to witness this is true. The villain alive, and as bei is, furely, can never be right. The manuscript must have been obscure and blindly writ, fo that the first editors could not make out the word which I have ventur’d to restore. The epithet, I have replac'd, admirably forts with the Moor's character: and Lucius uses it again, speaking of him at the conclusion of the play.
See justice done on Aaron that damnid Moor. Besides, damn'das beis--isa mode of expression familiar with our author. So in Orbello:
O thou foul thief! where ha'st thou stow'd my daughter?
Damn'd as thou art, thou ha'ft enchanted her, And the same fashion of expreffing himself he likewise uses in bestow. ing praise. 2 Henry VI. But, noble as be is, look, where he comes.
As punishment for his most wicked life.
Luc. Thanks, gentle Romans : may I govern fo,
Mar. Ay, tear for tear, and loving kiss for kiss,
them. Luc. Come hither, boy; come, come, and learn of us To melt in showers; thy grandfire 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 thy 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 affociate friends, in grief and woe : Bid him farewel, commit him to the grave; Do him that kindness, and take leave of him.
Boy. O grandfire, grandfire! ev'n with all my heart,
Enter Romans with Aaron.
Luc. Set him breaft-deep in earth, and familh him