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Tit. Out on thee,murderer! thou kill'st my heart; Mine eyes are cloy'd with view of tyranny: A deed of death, done on the innocent, Becomes not Titus' brother. Get thee gone ; I see thou art not for my company.
Marc. Alas! my lord, I have but kill'd a fly. Tit. But how if that fly had a father and mother? How would he hang his slender gilded wings, 61 And buzz lamenting doings in the air! Poor harmless fly,
That, with his pretty buzzing melody, Came here to make us merry! and thou hast kill'd him.
Marc. Pardon me, sir; it was a black illfavour'd fly,
Like to the empress' Moor; therefore I kill'd him.
Then pardon me for reprehending thee,
Tit. She loves thee, boy, too well to do thee harm. Boy. Ay, when my father was in Rome she did. Marc. What means my niece Lavinia by these signs?
Tit. Fear her not, Lucius: somewhat doth she mean.
See, Lucius, see how much she makes of thee; 10
Marc. Canst thou not guess wherefore she plies thee thus ?
Boy. My lord, I know not, I, nor can I guess, Unless some fit or frenzy do possess her; For I have heard my grandsire say full oft, Extremity of griefs would make men mad; And I have read that Hecuba of Troy Ran mad through sorrow; that made me to fear, Although, my lord, I know my noble aunt Loves me as dear as e'er my mother did,
| And would not, but in fury, fright my youth;
I will most willingly attend your ladyship.
LAVINIA turns over the books which
Tit. How now, Lavinia! Marcus, what means
Confederate in the fact: ay, more there was;
Tit. Soft! see how busily she turns the leaves ! What would she find? Lavinia, shall I read ? This is the tragic tale of Philomel,
And treats of Tereus' treason and his rape;
Marc. See, brother, see! note how she quotes the leaves.
Tit. Lavinia, wert thou thus surpris'd,sweet girl,
Ay, such a place there is, where we did hunt,
Marc. 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:
Apollo, Pallas, Jove, or Mercury,
Inspire me, that I may this treason find!
He writes his name with his staff, and guides it with feet and mouth. I have writ my name Without the help of any hand at all. 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! doye read, my lord, what she hath writ? Stuprum. Chiron. Demetrius.
Marc. What, what! the lustful sons of Tamora
Performers of this heinous, bloody deed? Tit. Magni dominator poli,
80 I greet your honours from Andronicus; Aside. And pray the Roman gods confound you both.
Tam lentus audis scelera? tam lentus vides!
There is enough written upon this earth
Will blow these sands like Sibyl's leaves abroad, And where 's your lesson then? Boy, what say you?
Boy. I say, my lord, that if I were a man, Their mother's bedchamber should not be safe For these bad bondmen to the yoke of Rome. Marc. Ay, that's my boy! thy father hath full oft
For his ungrateful country done the like.
Tit. Come, go with me into mine armoury: Lucius, I'll fit thee; and withal my boy Shall carry from me to the empress' sons Presents that I intend to send them both: 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
Lavinia, come. Marcus, look to my house; 120
And not relent or not compassion him?
SCENE II.-The Same. A Room in the Palace. Enter from one side AARON, DEMETRIUS, and CHIRON; from the other side, 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 grandfather.
Boy. My lords, with all the humbleness I may,
Dem. Gramercy, lovely Lucius: what's the
That wound, beyond their feeling, to the quick:
Aar. Had he not reason, Lord Demetrius?
Aar. Why, what a caterwauling dost thou | This maugre all the world will I keep safe, keep!
What dost thou wrap and fumble in thine arms?
Nurse. O that which I would hide from
Our empress' shame, and stately Rome's disgrace.
Aar. To whom?
Why, then she is the devil's dam: A joyful issue.
Nurse. A joyless, dismal, black, and sorrowful issue.
Here is the babe, as loathsome as a toad
Aar. 'Zounds, ye whore! is black so base a hue?
Sweet blowse, you are a beauteous blossom, sure.
Woe to her chance, and damn'd her loathed choice!
Accurs'd the offspring of so foul a fiend!
Aar. It shall not die.
Nurse. Aaron, it must; the mother wills it so. Aar. What! must it, nurse? then let no man but I
Do execution on my flesh and blood.
Dem. I'll broach the tadpole on my rapier's point:
Nurse, give it me; my sword shall soon dispatch it.
Aar. Sooner this sword shall plough thy bowels up.
Takes the Child from the Nurse, and draws. Stay, murderous villains! will you kill your brother?
Now, by the burning tapers of the sky,
Or some of you shall smoke for it in Rome.
Chi. I blush to think upon this ignomy.
Fie, treacherous hue! that will betray with blushing
The close enacts and counsels of the heart:
Aar. Then sit we down, and let us all consult. My son and I will have the wind of you: Keep there; now talk at pleasure of your safety. They sit.
Dem. How many women saw this child of his ? Aar. Why, so, brave lords! when we join in league,
I am a lamb; but if you brave the Moor,
Nurse. Cornelia the midwife, and myself, And no one else but the deliver'd empress. Aar. The empress, the midwife, and yourself: Two may keep counsel when the third's away. Go to the empress; tell her this I said:
So cries a pig prepared to the spit. Dem. What mean'st thou, Aaron? wherefore didst thou this?
Aar. O Lord, sir, 'tis a deed of policy: Shall she live to betray this guilt of ours, A long-tongu'd babbling gossip? no, lords, no. And now be it known to you my full intent. Not far, one Muli lives, my countryman; His wife but yesternight was brought to bed. His child is like to her, fair as you are : Go pack with him, and give the mother gold, And tell them both the circumstance of all, And how by this their child shall be advanc'd, And be received for the emperor's heir, And substituted in the place of mine, To calm this tempest whirling in the court; And let the emperor dandle him for his own. Hark ye, lords; you see I have given her physic, Pointing to the Nurse.
And you must needs bestow her funeral ;
The midwife and the nurse well made away,
Chi. Aaron, I see thou wilt not trust the air With secrets.
There to dispose this treasure in mine arms,
For it is you that puts us to our shifts:
Tit. He doth me wrong to feed me with delays.
And sith there's no justice in earth nor hell,
Ad Jovem, that's for you: here, Ad Apollinem :
Exit, with the Child. You were as good to shoot against the wind.
SCENE III.-The Same. A public Place. Enter TITUS, bearing arrows with letters on the ends of them; with him MARCUS, young LUCIUS, PUBLIUS, SEMPRONIUS, CAIUS, and other Gentlemen, with bows.
Tit. Come, Marcus, come; kinsmen, this is
Sir boy, now let me see your archery :
Be you remember'd, Marcus, she's gone, she's
Sirs, take you to your tools. You, cousins, shall
Pub. Therefore, my lord, it highly us concerns
Marc. Kinsmen, his sorrows are past remedy.
Tit. Publius, how now! how now, my masters!
Pub. No, my good lord; but Pluto sends you
If you will have Revenge from hell, you shall:
He thinks, with Jove in heaven, or somewhere
So that perforce you must needs stay a time.
Marc. Kinsmen, shoot all your shafts into the
We will afflict the emperor in his pride.
O! well said, Lucius.
Tit. Ha! Publius, Publius, what hast thou done!
The Bull, being gall'd, gave Aries such a knock
She laugh'd, and told the Moor he should not
But give them to his master for a present.
Tit. Why, there it goes: God give his lordship
Enter a Clown, with a basket, and two pigeons in it.
Sirrah, what tidings? have you any letters ?
Clo. O the gibbet-maker. He says that he hath taken them down again, for the man must not be hanged till the next week.
Tit. But what says Jupiter, I ask thee? Clo. Alas! sir, I know not Jupiter; I never drank with him in all my life.
Tit. Why, villain, art not thou the carrier? Clo. Ay, of my pigeons, sir; nothing else. Tit. Why, didst thou not come from heaven? Clo. From heaven! alas! sir, I never came there. God forbid I should be so bold to press to heaven in my young days. Why, I am going with my pigeons to the tribunal plebs, to take up a matter of brawl betwixt my uncle and one of the emperial's men.
Marc. Why, sir, that is as fit as can be to serve for your oration; and let him deliver the pigeons to the emperor from you.
Tit. Tell me, can you deliver an oration to the emperor with a grace?
Clo. Nay, truly, sir, I could never say grace in all my life.
But even with law, against the wilful sons
Tam. My gracious lord, my lovely Saturnine, Lord of my life, commander of my thoughts, Calm thee, and bear the faults of Titus' age, The effects of sorrow for his valiant sons, Whose loss hath pierc'd him deep and scarr'd his heart;
And rather comfort his distressed plight Than prosecute the meanest or the best
High-witted Tamora to gloze with all :
| Thy life-blood out: if Aaron now be wise, Then is all safe, the anchor's in the port. Enter Clown.
Clo. How much money must I have?
Clo. Hanged! By 'r lady, then I have brought
I know from whence this same device proceeds.
In hope thyself should govern Rome and me.
Enter EMILIUS. What news with thee, Æmilius?
Emil. Arm, my lords! Rome never had more
The Goths have gather'd head, and with a power
10 Who threats, in course of this revenge, to do
Sat. Is war-like Lucius general of the Goths? These tidings nip me, and I hang the head As flowers with frost or grass beat down with
Ay, now begin our sorrows to approach:
When I have walked like a private man,
And they have wish'd that Lucius were their
Tam. Why should you fear? is not your city strong?
Sat. Ay, but the citizens favour Lucius, 80 And will revolt from me to succour him.
Is the sun dimm'd, that gnats do fly in it?
For these contempts. Aside. Why, thus it shall Then cheer thy spirit; for know. thou emperor,
I will enchant the old Andronicus
Tam. King, be thy thoughts imperious, like thy name.
With words more sweet, and yet more dangerous, Than baits to fish, or honey-stalks to sheep,