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Bass. Ay, noble Titus; and resolv'd withal
She will a handmaid be to his desires,
Marc. Suum cuique is our Roman justice:
Treason, my lord! Lavinia is surpris'd.
Exeunt LUCIUS, QUINTUS, and MARTIUS. Tit. Follow, my lord. and I'll soon bring her back.
Mut. My lord, you pass not here.
Luc. My lord, you are unjust, and more than so;
Tit. Nor thon, nor he, are any sons of mine;
Luc. Dead, if you will; but not to be his wife
Sat. No, Titus, no; the emperor needs her not.
Was there none else in Rome to make a stale
Sat. But go thy ways; go, give that changing
To him that flourish'd for her with his sword.
Sat. And therefore, lovely Tamora, Queen of
That like the stately Phoebe 'mongst her nymphs
And here I swear by all the Roman gods,
I will not re-salute the streets of Rome,
Tam. And here, in sight of heaven, to Rome
If Saturnine advance the Queen of Goths,
Your noble emperor, and his lovely bride,
Re-enter MARCUS, LUCIUS, QUINTUS, and
Mare. O Titus, see; O! see what thou hast done;
In a bad quarrel slain a virtuous son.
Tit. No, foolish tribune, no; no son of mine, Nor thou, nor these, confederates in the deed That hath dishonour'd all our family: Unworthy brother, and unworthy sons!
Luc. But let us give him burial, as becomes; Give Mutins burial with our brethren.
Tit. Traitors, away! he rests not in this tomb.
Quint., Mart. And shall, or him we will ac-
Quint. He that would vouch it in any place
Tit. What! would you bury him in my despite? Marc. No, noble Titus; but entreat of thee To pardon Mutius, and to bury him.
Tit. Marcus, even thou hast struck upon my crest,
And, with these boys, mine honour thou hast
My foes I do repute you every one;
Tit. Speak thou no more, if all the rest will speed.
Marc. Renowned Titus, more than half my soul,
The dismall'st day is this that e'er I saw, Dissemble all your griefs and discontents:
Lest then the people, and patricians too,
Which Rome reputes to be a heinous sin, Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomb.
Yield at entreats, and then let me alone. All. K'neeling. No man shed tears for noble i'll find a day to massacre them all, Mutius ;
And raze their faction and their family, He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause. The cruel father, and his traitorous sons, Mare. My lord, to step out of these dreary To whom I sued for my dear son's life; dumps,
And make them know what 'tis to let a queen How comes it that the subtle Queen of Goths Kneel in the streets and beg for grace in vain. Is of a sudden thus advanc'd in Rome?
Aloud. Come, come, Sweet emperor; come, Tit. I know not, Marcus ; but I know it is : Andronicus; Whether by device or no, the heavens can tell. Take up this good old man, and cheer the heart Is she not then beholding to the man
That dies in tempest of thy angry frown. That brought her for this high good turn so far? Sat. Rise, Titus, rise; my empress hath Yes, and will nobly him remunerate.
prevail’d. Flourish. Re-enter, from one side, SATURNINUS, These words, these looks, infuse new life in me.
Tit. I thank your majesty, and her, my lord. attended; TAMORA, DEMETRIUS, CHiron, and AARON from the other, BASSIANUS, LAVINIA, A Roman now adopted happily,
Tam. Titus, I am incorporate in Rome, and Others.
And must advise the emperor for his good.
Bass. And you of yours, my lord! I say no more, That I have reconcil'd your friends and you, Nor wish no less ; and so I take my leave. For you, Prince Bassianus, I have pass'à Sat. Traitor, if Rome have law or we have | My word and promise to the emperor, power,
That you will be more mild and tractable,
Bass. Rape call you it, my lord, to seize myown, By my advice, all humbled on your knees,
Luc. We do; and vow to heaven and to his Meanwhile I am possess'd of that is mine.
highness, Sa 'Tis good, sir : you are very short with us; That what we did was mildly, as we might, But, if we live, we'll be as sharp with you. 410 Tendering our sister's honour and our own.
Bass. My lord, what I have done, as best I may, Marc. That on mine honour here I do protest. Answer I must and shall do with my life.
Sat. Away, and talk not; trouble us no more. Only thus much I give your grace to know: Tam. Nay, nay, sweet emperor, we must all By all the duties that I owe to Rome,
be friends : This noble gentleman, Lord Titus here,
The tribune and his nephews kneel for grace; Is in opinion and in honour wrong'd;
I will not be denied : sweet heart, look back. That, in the rescue of Lavinia,
Sat. Marcus, for thy sake, and thy brother's With his own hand did slay his youngest son, here, In zeal to you and highly mov'd to wrath And at my lovely Tamora's entreats, To be controll'd in that he frankly gave : I do remit these young men's heinous faults: Receive him then to favour, Saturnine, That hath express'd himself in all his deeds Lavinia, though you left me like a churl, A father and a friend to thee and Rome.
I found a friend, and sure as death I swore Tit. Prince Bassianus, leave to plead my deeds: I would not part a bachelor from the priest. 'Tis thou and those that have dishonour'd me. Come; if the emperor's court can feast two hrides. Rome and the righteous heavens be my judge, You are my guest, Lavinia, and your friends, How I have lov'd and honour'd Saturnine ! This day shall be a love-day, Tamora. Tam. My worthy lord, if ever Tamora
Tit. To-morrow, an it please your majesty Were gracious in those princely eyes of thine, To hunt the panther and the hart with me, Then hear me speak indifferently for all ; With horn and hound we'll give your grace And at my suit, sweet, pardon what is past.
bon jour. Sat. What, madam ! be dishonour'd openly, Sat. Be it so, Titus, and gramercy too. And basely put it up without revenge ?
Trumpets. Exeunt. Tam. Not so, my lord; the gods of Rome forfend I should be author to dishonour you ! But on mine honour dare I undertake
ACT II. For good Lord Titus' innocence in all,
SCENE 1.—Rome. Before the Palace. Whose fury not dissembled speaks his griefs.
Aar. Now climbeth Tamora Olympus' top, Nor with sour looks afflict his gentle heart. Safe out of fortune's shot ; and sits aloft, Aside to SATURNINUS. My lord, be rul'd by me, Secure of thunder's crack or lightning flash, be won at last ;
Advanc'd above pale envy's threat'ning reach.
As when the golden sun salutes the morn, Or Bassianus so degenerate,
Aar. Why, are ye mad ? or know ye not in Away with slavish weeds and servile thoughts ! Rome I will be bright, and shine in pearl and gold, How furious and impatient they be, To wait upon this new-made empress.
And cannot brook competitors in love ? To wait, said I ? to wanton with this queen, I tell you, lords, you do but plot your deaths This goddess, this Semiramis, this nymph, By this device. This siren, that will charm Rome's Saturnine, Chi.
Aaron, a thousand deaths And see his shipwreck and his commonweal's. Would I propose, to achieve her whom I love, 80 Holla! what storm is this?
Aar. To achieve her ! how ?
Dem. Enter DEMETRIUS and CHIRON, braving.
Why mak'st thou it so strange ?
She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd ; Dem. Chiron, thy years want wit, thy wit She is a woman, therefore may be won; wants edge,
She is Lavinia, therefore must be lov'd. And manners, to intrude where I am gracid, What, man ! more water glideth by the mill And may, for aught thou know'st, affected be. Than wots the miller of ; and easy it is
Chi. Demetrius, thou dost overween in all, Of a cut loaf to steal a shive, we know : And so in this, to bear me down with braves. 30 Though Bassianus be the emperor's brother, 'Tis not the difference of a year or two
Better than he have worn Vulcan's badge. Makes me less gracious or thee more fortunate : Aar. Aside. Ay, and as good as Saturninus I am as able and as fit as thou
may. To serve, and to deserve my mistress' grace ; Dem. Then why should he despair that knows And that my sword upon thee shall approve,
to court it And plead my passions for Lavinia's love. With words, fair looks, and liberality? Aar. Clubs, clubs! these lovers will not keep What ! hast thou not full often struck a doe,
And borne her cleanly by the keeper's nose ? Dem. Why, boy, although our mother, un- Aar. Why, then, it seems, some certain snatch
advis d, Gave you a dancing-rapier by your side,
Would serve your turns. Are you so desperategrown, tothreatyourfriends? Chi.
Ay, so the turn were serv’d. Go to; have your lath glued within your sheath Dem. Aaron, thou hast hit it. Till you know better how to handle it.
Would you had hit it too! Chi. Meanwhile, sir, with the little skill I have, Then should not we be tir’d with this ado. Full well shalt thou perceive how much I dare. Why, hark ye, hark yel and are you such fools
Dem. Ay, boy, grow ye so brave? They draw. To square for this ? would it offend you then 100 Aar.
Why, how now, lords! That both should speed ? So near the emperor's palace dare you draw, Chi.
Faith, not me. And maintain such a quarrel openly ?
Dem. Nor me, so I were one. Full well I wot the ground of all this grudge: Aar. For shame, be friends, and join for that I would not for a million of gold The cause were known to them it most concerns; 'Tis policy and stratagem must do Nor would your noble mother for much more That
and so must you resolve, Be so dishonour'd in the court of Rome. 52 That what you cannot as you would achieve, For shame, put up.
You must perforce accomplish as you may. Dem.
Not I, till I have sheath'd Take this of me: Lucrece was not more chaste My rapier in his bosom, and withal
Than this Lavinia, Bassianus' love. Thrust those reproachful speeches down his A speedier course than lingering langnishment throat
Must we pursue, and I have found the path. That he hath breath'd in my dishonour here. My lords, a solemn hunting is in hand;
Chi. For that I am prepar'd and full resolv'd, There will the lovely Roman ladies troop: Foul-spoken coward, that thunder'st with thy The forest walks are wide and spacious, tongue,
And many unfrequented plots there are And with thy weapon nothing dar'st perform! Fitted by kind for rape and villany: Aar, Away, I say !
60 Single you thither then this dainty doe, Now, by the gods that war-like Goths adore, And strike her home by force, if not by words: This petty brabble will undo us all.
This way, or not at all, stand you in hope. Why, lords, and think you not how dangerous Come, come; our empress, with her sacred wit It is to jet upon a prince's right?
To villany and vengeance consecrate, What! is Lavinia then become so loose,
Will we acquaint with all that we intend ;
[ACT 11. And she shall file our engines with advice, Which, cunningly effected, will beget That will not suffer you to square yourselves, A very excellent piece of villany : But to your wishes' height advance you both. And so repose, sweet gold, for their unrest The emperor's court is like the house of Fame,
Hides the gold. The palace full of tongues, of eyes, of ears : That have their alms out of the empress' chest. The woods are ruthless, dreadful, deaf, and dull;
Enter TAMORA. There speak, and strike, brave boys, and take your turns ;
Tam. My lovely Aaron, wherefore look'st thou There serve your lusts, shadow'd from heaven's sad eye,
130 When every thing doth make a gleeful boast ! And revel in Lavinia's treasury.
The birds chant melody on every bush, Chi. Thy counsel, lad, smells of no cowardice. The snake lies rolled in the cheerful sun, Dem. Sit fas aut nefas, till I find the stream
The green leaves quiver with the cooling wind, To cool this heat, a charm to calm these fits, And make a chequer'd shadow on the ground. Per Styga, per manes vehor.
Exeunt. Under their sweet shade. Aaron, let us sit,
And, whilst the babbling echo mocks the hounds, SCENE II.-A Porest.
Replying shrilly to the well-tun'd horns,
As if a double hunt were heard at once,
Let us sit down and mark their yelping noise ; Enter Titus ANDRONICUS, with Ilunters, etc., The wandering prince and Dido once enjord,
And after conflict, such as was suppos'd
When with a happy storm they were surpris d, T'it. The hunt is up, the morn is bright and And curtain'd with a counsel-keeping cave, grey,
We may, each wreathed in the other's arms, The fields are fragrant and the woods are green. Our pastimes done, possess a golden slumber; Uncouple here and let us make a bay,
Whiles hounds and horns and sweet melodious And wake the emperor and his lovely bride,
Aar. Madam, though Venus govern your To attend the emperor's person carefully;
desires, I have been troubled in my sleep this night, Saturn is dominator over mine : But dawning day new comfort bath inspir'd. 10 What signifies my deadly-standing eye,
A cry of hounds, and horns winded in a peal. My silence and my cloudy melancholy, Enter SATURNINUS, TAMORA, BASSIANUS, LA My fleece of woolly hair that now uncurls VINIA, DEMETRIUS, CHIRON, and Attendants. Even as an adder when she doth unroll
To do some fatal execution ! Many good morrows to your majesty;
No, madam, these are no venereal signs : Madam, to you as many and as good :
Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, I promised your grace a hunter's peal.
Blood and revenge are hammering in my head. Sat. And you have rung it lustily, my lords;
Hark, Tamora, the empress of my soul, Somewhat too early for new-married ladies.
Which never hopes more heaven than rests in Bass. Lavinia, how say you ?
I say, no; This is the day of doom for Bassianus; I have been broad awake two hours and more. His Philomel must lose her tongue to-day, Sat. Come on then; horse and chariots let us Thy sons make pillage of her chastity, have,
And wash their hands in Bassianus' blood. And to our sport. To TAMORA. Madam, now Seest thou this letter ? take it up, I pray thee, shall ye see
And give the king this fatal-plotted scroll. Our Roman hunting.
Now question me no more ; we are espied; Marc.
I have dogs, my lord, Here comes a parcel of our hopeful booty, Will rouse the proudest panther in the chase, Which dreads not yet their lives' destruction. And climb the highest promontory top.
Tam. Ah! my sweet Moor, sweeter to me than Tit. And I have horse will follow where the
Aar. No more, great empress; Bassianus Makes way, and run like swallows o'er the plain. Dem. Chiron, we hunt not, we, with horse nor
Be cross with him; and I'll go fetch thy sons hound,
To back thy quarrels, whatsoe'er they be. But hope to pluck a dainty doe to ground.
Enter BASSIANUS and LAVINIA, SCENE III.- A lonely Part of the Forest. Bass. Whom have we here? Rome's royal Enter AARON, with a bag of gold.
Unfurnish'd of her well-beseeming troop! Aar. He that had wit would think that I had Or is it Dian, habited like her,
Who hath abandoned her holy groves, To bury so much gold under a tree,
To see the general hunting in this forest ! And never after to inherit it.
Tam. Saucy controller of our private steps! Let him that thinks of me so abjectly
Had I the power that some say Dian had, Know that this gold must coin a stratagem, Thy temples should be planted presently
With horns, as was Actæon's; and the hounds
Lav. Under your patience, gentle empress,
to-day! "Tis pity ey should take him for a stag. Bass. Believe me, queen, your swarth Cim
Doth make your honour of his body's hue,
Why are you sequester'd from all your train,
Lav. And, being intercepted in your sport,
First thrash the corn, then after burn the straw.
And with that painted hope she braves your
And shall she carry this unto her grave?
Chi. An if she do, I would I were an eunuch. Drag hence her husband to some secret hole, And make his dead trunk pillow to our lust. 130
Tam. But when ye have the honey ye desire, Let not this wasp outlive, us both to sting.
Chi. I warrant you, madam, we will make that sure.
80 Come, mistress, now perforce we will enjoy That nice-preserved honesty of yours.
Lav. O Tamora! thou bear'st a woman's face,
T'am. I will not hear her speak; away with her!
Bass. The king my brother shall have note of this.
Lav. Ay, for these slips have made him noted
Tam. Give me thy poniard; you shall know, my, boys,
Your mother's hand shall right your mother's
Dem. How now, dear sovereign, and our gracious mother!
Why doth your highness look so pale and wan? Tam. Have I not reason, think you, to look pale?
These two have tic'd me hither to this place :
The trees, though summer, yet forlorn and lean,
Good king, to be so mightily abus'd!
Tam. Why have I patience to endure all this? As unrelenting flint to drops of rain.
Enter DEMETRIUS and CHIRON.
Unto the body of a dismal yew,
Dem. This is a witness that I am thy son.
For no name fits thy nature but thy own.
Lav. Sweet lords, entreat her hear me but a word.
Dem. Listen, fair madam: let it be your glory To see her tears; but be your heart to them 140
Lav. When did the tiger's young ones teach the dam ?
O! do not learn her wrath; she taught it thee; The milk thou suck'dst from her did turn to marble;
Even at thy teat thou hadst thy tyranny.
To CHIRON. Do thou entreat her show a
Chi. What would'st thou have me prove myself a bastard?
Lav. 'Tis true the raven doth not hatch a
Yet have I heard, O! could I find it now, 150
O! be to me, though thy hard heart say no,
Tam. I know not what it means; away with
Lav. O let me teach thee: for my father's sake,
That gave thee life when well he might have slain thee,
Be not obdurate, open thy deaf ears.
Tam. Hadst thou in person ne'er offended me,
The worse to her, the better lov'd of me.