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Enter TAMORA, with Attendants ; Titus ANDRQ.
NICUS, and Lucius. Tam. Where is my lord, the king ? Sat. Here, Tamora ; though griev'd with killing
grief. Tam. Where is thy brother Bassianus? Sat. Now to the bottom dost thou search my
wound; Poor Bassianus here lies murdered. Tam. Then all too late I bring this fatal writ,
[Giving a Letter
for thy reward
? This is the pit, and this the elder-tree: Look, sirs, if you can find the huntsman out, That should have murder'd Bassianus here. Aar. My gracious lord, here is the bag of gold.
[Showing it. Sat. Two of thy whelps, [To Tır.) fell curs of
bloody kind, Have here bereft my brother of his life Sirs, drag them from the pit unto the prison ;
A timeless-] i. e. untimely.
There let them bide, until we have devis'd
Tit. High emperor, upon my feeble knee I beg this boon, with tears not lightly shed, That this fell fault of my accursed sons, Accursed, if the fault be prov'd in them,
Sat. If it be prov'd ! you see, it is apparent. Who found this letter? Tamora, was it you?
Tam. Andronicus himself did take it up.
Tit. I did, my lord : yet let me be their bail :
Sat. Thou shalt not bail them ; see, thou follow
Some bring the murder'd body, some the mur
derers: Let them not speak a word, the guilt is plain ; For, by my soul, were there worse end than death, That end upon them should be executed.
Tam. Andronicus, I will entreat the king ; Fear not thy sons, they shall do well enough. Tit. Come, Lucius, come; stay not to talk with them.
Enter DEMETRIUS and CHIRON, with LAVINIA, ravished; her Hands cut off, and her Tongue cut out.
Dem. So, now go tell, an if thy tongue can speak, Who 'twas that cut thy tongue, and ravish'd thee.
Chi. Write down thy mind, bewray thy meaning
And, if thy stumps will let thee, play the scribe. Dem. See, how with signs and tokens she can
scowl. Chi. Go home, call for sweet water, wash thy
hands. Dem. She hath no tongue to call, nor hands to
And so let's leave her to her silent walks.
Chi. An 'twere my case, I should go hang myself. Dem. If thou hadst hands to help thee knit the cord.
[Exeunt DEMETRIUs and CHIRON.
Enter MARCUS. Mar. Who's this,-my niece, that flies away so
s If I do dream, 'would all my wealth would wake me!) If this be a dream, I would give all my possessions to be delivered from it by waking. 'JOHNSON.
But, sure, some Tereus hath defloured thee
6 Thracian poet's -] Orpheus,
SCENE I. Rome. A Street.
Enter Senators, Tribunes, and Officers of Justice,
with MARTIUS and QUINTUS, bound, passing on to the Place of Execution ; Titus going before, pleading
Tit. Hear me, grave fathers! noble tribunes, stay! For pity of mine age, whose youth was spent In dangerous wars, whilst you securely slept; For all my blood in Rome's great quarrel shed; For all the frosty nights that I have watch'd ; And for these bitter tears, which now you see Filling the aged wrinkles in my cheeks ; Be pitiful to my condemned sons, Whose souls are not corrupted as 'tis thought! For two and twenty sons I never wept, Because they died in honour's lofty bed. For these, these tribunes, in the dust I write
[Throwing himself on the Ground. My heart's deep languor, and my soul's sad tears. Let my tears stanch the earth's dry appetite ; My son's sweet blood will make it shame and blush.
[Exeunt Senators, Tribunes, &c. with the