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let me go

This minion stood upon her chastity,

Tam. What begg'st thou then? fond woman, Upon her nuptial vow, her loyalty, And with that painted hope braves your mighti- Lav. 'Tis present death I beg; and one thing ness :

more, And shall she carry this unto her grave ? That womanhood denies my tongue to tell :

Chi. An if she do, I would I were an eunuch. O, keep me from their worse than killing lust, Drag hence her husband to some secret hole, And tumble me into some loathsome pit; And make his dead trunk pillow to our lust. Where never man's eye may behold my body: Tam. But when you have the honey you de- Do this, and be a charitable murderer. sire,

Tam. So should I rob my sweet sons of their Let not this wasp out-live, us both to sting.

fee: Chi. I warrant you, madam ; we will make No, let them satisfy their lust on thee. that sure.

Dem. Away, for thou hast staid us here too long. Come, mistress, now perforce we will enjoy Lav. No grace ? no womanhood? Ah, beastly That nice-preserved honesty of yours.

creature! Lav. 0 Tamora! thou bear’st a woman's The blot and enemy to our general name! face,

Confusion fallTam. I will not hear her speak; away with her. Chi. Nay, then I'll stop your mouth :—Bring Lar. Sweet lords, entreat her hear me but a thou her husband; word.

[Dragging off Lavinia. Dem. Listen, fair madam : Let it be your This is the hole where Aaron bide us hidle him. glory

[Ereunt. To see her tears; but be your heart to them, Tam. Farewell, my sons : see, that you make As unrelenting flint to drops of rain.

her sure : Lav. When did the tiger's young ones teach Ne'er let my heart know merry cheer indeed, the dam?

Till all the Andronici be made away. 0, do not learn her wrath ; she taught it thee: Now will I hence to seek my lovely Moor, The milk thou suck’dst from her, did turn to And let my spleenful sons this trull deflow'r. marble;

[Exit. Even at thy teat thou hadst thy tyranny.Yet every mother breeds not sons alike;

SCENE IV.-The same. Do thou entreat her show a woman pity.

[To Chiron. Enter Aaron, with Quintus and MARTIUS. Chi. What! would'st thou have me prove Aar. Come on, my lords ; the better foot bemyself a bastard ?

fore : Lav. "s'is true; the raven doth not hatch a Straight will I bring you to the loathsome pit, lark:

Where I espy'd the panther fast asleep. Yet have I heard, (O could I find it now!) Quin. My sight is very dull, whate'er it bodes. The lion, mov'd with pity, did endure

Mart. And mine, I promise you; wer't not To have his princely paws par'd all away,

for shame, Some say, that ravens foster forlorn children, Well could I leave our sport to sleep awhile. The whilst their own birds famish in their nests :

[Martius falls into the pit. 0, be to me, though thy hard heart say no, Quin. What, art thou fallen? What subtle Nothing so kind, but something pitiful !.

hole is this, Tam. I know not what it means; away with Whose mouth is cover'd with rude-growing her.

briars; Lav. 0, let me teach thee! for my father's Upon whose leaves are drops of new-shed blood, sake,

As fresh as morning's dew distiil'd on flowers ? That gave thee life, when well he might have A very fatal place it seems to me:slain thee,

Speak, brother, hast thou hurt thee with the fall? Be not obdurate, open thy deaf ears.

Mart. O brother, with the dismallest object Tam. Hadst thou in person ne'er offended me, That ever eye, with sight, made heart lament. Even for his sake am I pitiless :

Aar. [ Aside.] Now will I fetch the king to Remember, boys, I pour'd forth tears in vain,

find them here; To save your brother from the sacrifice; That he thereby may give a likely guess, But fierce Andronicus would not relent: How these were they that made away his brother. Therefore away with her, and use her as you

Ć Exit Aaron.

Mart. Why dost not comfort me, and help The worse to her, the better lov'd of me.

me out Lav. 0 Tamora, be caild a gentle queen, From this unhallow'd and blood-stained hole ? And with thine own hands kill me in this place: Quin. I am surprised with an uncouth fear : For ʼtis not life, that I have begg'd so long; A chilling sweat o'er-runs my trembling joints; Poor I was slain, when Bassianus died. My heart suspects more than mine eye can see.

will ;

Mart. To prove thou hasta true-divining heart, Sat. Now to the bottom dost thou search my Aaron and thou look down into this den,

wound; And see a fearful sight of blood and death. Poor Bassianus here lies murdered. Quin. Aaron is gone; and my compassionate Tam. Then all too late I bring this fatal writ, heart

[Giving a letter. Will not permit mine eyes once to behold The complot of this timeless tragedy ; The thing, whereat it trembles by surmise : And wonder greatly that man's face can fold 0, tell me how it is; for ne'er till now In pleasing smiles such murderous tyranny, Was I a child, to fear I know not what.

Sat. [Reads.] An if we miss to meet him Mart. Lord Bassianus lies embrewed here,

handsomely, All on a heap, like to a slaughter'd lamb, Sweet huntsman, Bassianus tis, we mean,In this detested, dark, blood-drinking pit. Do thou so much as dig the grave for him ; Quin. If it be dark, how dost thou know 'tis Thou know'st our meaning: Look for thy reizard he?

Among the nettles at the elder tree, Mart. Upon his bloody finger he doth wear Which overshades the mouth of that same pit, A precious ring, that lightens all the hole, Where we decreed to bury Bassianus. Which, like a taper in some monument, Do this, and purchase us thy lasting friends. Doth shine upon the dead man's earthy cheeks, 0, Tamora! was ever heard the like? And shows the ragged entrails of this pit : This is the pit, and this the elder-tree. So pale did shine the moon on Pyramus, Look, sirs, if you can find the huntsman out, When he by night lay bath'd in maiden blood. That should have murder'd Bassianus here. O brother, help me with thy fainting hand,- Aar. My gracious lord, here is the bag of gold. If fear hath made thee faint, as me it hath,

[Showing it. Out of this fell devouring receptacle,

Sat. Two of thy whelps, [To Tit.] fell curs As hateful as Cocytus' misty mouth.

of bloody kind, Quin. Reach me thy hand, that I may help Have here bereft my brother of his life :thee out;

Sirs, drag them from the pit unto the prison ; Or, wanting strength to do thee so much good, There let them bide, until we have devis’d I may be pluck'd into the swallowing womb Some never heard-of torturing pain for them. Of this deep pit, poor Bassianus' grave.

Tam. What, are they in this pit? O wonI have no strength to pluck thee to the brink. drous thing! Mart. Nor i no strength to climb without How easily murder is discovered ! thy help.

Tit. High emperor, upon my feeble knee Quin. Thy hand once more; I will not loose I beg this boon, with tears not lightly shed, again,

That this fell fault of my accursed sons,Till thou art here aloft, or I below:

Accursed, if the fault be prov'd in them,Thou canst not come to me, I come to thee. Sat. If it be prov'd! you see, it is apparent.

[Falls in. Who found this letter? Tamora, was it you?

Tam. Andronicus himself did take it up. Enter SATURNINUS and AARON.

Tit. I did, my lord: yet let me be their bail: Sat. Along with me:- I'll see what hole is For by my father's reverend tomb, I vow, here,

They shall be ready at your highness' will, And what he is, that now is leap'd into it.- To answer their suspicion with their lives. Say, who art thou, that lately didst descend Sat. Thou shalt not bail them ; see, thou folInto this gaping hollow of the earth ?

low me. Mart. The unhappy son of old Andronicus ; Some bring the murder'd body, some the mürBrought hither in a most unlucky hour,

derers : To find thy brother Bassianus dead.

Let them not speak a word, the guilt is plain ; Sat. My brother dead? I know, thou dost For, by my soul, were there worse end than death, but jest;

That end upon them should be executed. He and his lady both are at the lodge,

Tam. Andronicus, I will entreat the king; Upon the north side of this pleasant chase ; Fear not thy sons, they shall do well enough. 'Tis not an hour since I left him there.

Tit. Come, Lucius, come ; stay not to talk Mart. We know not where you left him all with them.

[Exeunt sererally. alive, But, out alas ! here have we found him dead.

SCENE V.-The same. Enter TAMORA, with Attendants ; TITUS AN- Enter DEMETRIUs and Chiron, with Larixia, DRONICUS, and Lucius.

ravished; her hands cut off, and her tongue

cut out. Tam. Where is my lord the king ? Sat. Here, Tamora ; though griev'd with kill- Dem. So, now go tell, an if thy tongue ing grief.

speak, Tam. Where is thy brother Bassianus ? Who'twas that cut thy tongue, and ravish'd thee.

Chi. Write down thy mind, bewray thy mean- | And, lest thou shouldst detect him, cut thy ing so;

tongue. And, if thy stumps will let thee, play the scribe. Ah! now thou turn’st away thy face for shame Dem. See, how with signs and tokens she can And, notwithstanding all this loss of bloodscowl.

As from a conduit with three issuing spouts,Chi. Go home, call for sweet water, wash thy Yet do thy cheeks look red as Titan's face, hands.

Blushing to be encounter'd with a cloud. Dem. She hath no tongue to call, nor hands Shall I speak for thee ? shall I say, 'tis so? to wash;

0, that I knew thy heart; and knew the beast, And so let's leave her to her silent walks. That I might rail at him to ease my mind! Chi. An 'twere my case, I should go hang Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopp’d, myself.

Doth burn the heart to cinders where it is. Dem. If thou hadst hands to help thee knit Fair Philomela, she but lost her tongue, the cord.

And in a tedious sampler sew'd her mind :
[Exeunt Demetrius and Chiron. But, lovely niece, that mean is cut from thee;

A craftier Tereus hast thou met withal,

And he hath cut those pretty fingers off, Mar. Who's this,—my niece, that flies away That better could have sew'd than Philomel.

0, had the monster seen those lily hands Cousin, a word; where is your husband ? Tremble, like aspen leaves, upon a lute, If I do dream, 'would all my wealth would wake And make the silken strings delight to kiss them; me!

He would not then have touch'd them for his If I do wake, some planet strike me down,

life: That I may slumber in eternal sleep!

Or, had he heard the heavenly harmony, Speak, gentle niece, what stern ungentle hands Which that sweet tongue hath made, Have lopp'd, and hew'd, and made thy body bare He would have dropp'd his knife, and fell asleep, Of her two branches ? those sweet ornaments, As Cerberus at the Thracian poet's feet. Whose circling shadows kings have sought to Come, let us go, and make thy father blind : sleep in ;

For such a sight will blind a father's eye: And might not gain so great a happiness, One hour's storm will drown the fragrant meads; As half thy love? Why dost not speak to me?- What will whole months of tears thy father's Alas, a crimson river of warm blood, Like to a bubbling fountain stirr’d with wind, Do not draw back, for we will mourn with thee; Doth rise and fall between thy rosed lips, 0, could our mourning ease thy misery! Coming and going with thy honey breath.

Exeunt. But, sure, some Iereus hath deflower'd thee ;

so fast?


eyes ?


SCENE I.-- Rome. A street. My heart's deep languor, and my soul's sad tcars.

Let my tears staunch the earth's dry appetite; Enter Senators, Tribunes, and Officers of JusMy sons' sweet blood will make it shame and tice, with Martius and Quintus, bound,

blush. passing on to the place of execution ; Titus

[Exeunt Senators, Tribunes, &c. with going before, pleading.

the prisoners. Tit. Hear me, grave fathers! noble tribunes, O earth, I will befriend thee more with rain, stay!

That shall distil from these two ancient urns, For pity of mine age, whose youth was spent Than youthful April shall with all his showers : In dangerous wars, whilst you securely slept; In summer's drought, I'll drop upon thee still ; For all my blood in Rome's great quarrel shed; In winter, with warm tears I'll melt the snow, For all the frosty nights that I have watch'd ; And keep eternal spring-time on thy face, And for these bitter tears, which now you see So thou refuse to drink my dear sons' blood. Filling the aged wrinkles in my checks; Be pitiful to my condemned sons,

Enter Lucius, with his sword drawn. Whose souls are not corrupted as 'tis thought ! | 0, reverend tribunes! gentle aged men ! For two and twenty sons I never wept, Unbind my sons, reverse the doom of death; Because they died in honour's lofty bed. And let me say, that never wept before, For these, these, tribunes, in the dust I write My tears are now prevailing orators.

[Throwing himself on the ground. Luc. O, noble father, you lament in vain ;. VOL. II.

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The tribunes hear you not, no man is by, Luc. Speak, gentle sister, who hath martyr'd And you recount your sorrows to a stone.

thee? T'it. Ah, Lucius, for thy brothers let me plead: Mar. O, that delightfulengine of her thoughts, Grave tribunes, once more I entreat of you. That blab'd them with such pleasing eloquence, Luc. My gracious lord, no tribune hears you Is torn from forth that pretty hollow cage ; speak.

Where, like a sweet melodious bird, it sung Tit. Why, 'tis no matter, man: if they did Sweet varied notes, enchanting every ear! hear,

Luc. O, say thou for her, who hath done this They would not mark me ; or, if they did mark, deed? All bootless to them, they'd not pity me.

Mar. O, thus I found her, straying in the park, Therefore I tell my sorrows to the stones; Seeking to hide herself; as doth the deer, Who, though they cannot answer my distress, That hath receiv'd some unrecuring wound. Yet, in some sort, they're better than the tri- Tit. It was my deer; and he, chat wounded bunes,

her, For that they will not intercept my tale : Hath hurt me more, than had he kill'd me dead: When I do weep, they humbly at my feet For now I stand as one upon a rock, Receive my tears, and seem to weep with me;

Environ'd with a wilderness of sea ; And, were they but attired in grave weeds, Who marks the waxing tide grow wave by wave, Rome could afford no tribune like to these. Expecting ever when some envious surge A stone is soft as wax, tribunes more hard than Will in his brinish bowels swallow him. stones :

This way to death my wretched sons are gone : A stone is silent and offendeth not;

Here stands my other son, a banish'd man; And tribunes with their tongues doom men to And here my brother, weeping at my woes; death.

But that, which gives my soul the greatest spurn, But wherefore stand’st thou with thy weapon is dear Lavinia, dearer than my soul.drawn?

Had I but seen thy picture in this plight, Luc. To rescue my two brothers from their It would have madded me ; What shall i do death:

Now I behold thy lively body so ? For which attempt, the judges have pronounc'd Thou hast no hands, to wipe away thy tears ; My everlasting doom of banishment.

Nor tongue, to tell me who hath martyr'd thee: Tit. O happy man! they have befriended thee. Thy husband he is dead ; and, for his death, Why, foolish Lucius, dost thou not perceive, Thy brothers are condemn'd, and dead by this: That Rome is but a wilderness of tigers ? Look, Marcus ! ah, son Lucius, look on her! Tigers must prey; and Rome affords no prey, When I did name her brothers, then fresh tears But me and mine : How happy art thou then, Stood on her cheeks ; as doth the honey dew From these devourers to be banished ?

Upon a gather'd lily almost wither’d. But who comes with our brother Marcus here? Mar. Perchance, she weeps because they kill'd

her husband: Enter Marcus and LAVINIA.

Perchance, because she knows them innocent. Mar. Titus, prepare thy noble eyes weep; Tit. If they did kill thy husband, then be Or, if not so, thy noble heart to break;

joyful, I bring consuming sorrow to thine age. Because the law hath ta'en revenge on them.

Tit. Will it consume me? let me see it then. No, no, they would not do so foul a deed; Mar. This was thy daughter.

Witness the sorrow that their sister makes.Tit. Why, Marcus, so she is.

Gentle Lavinia, let me kiss thy lips ; Luc. Ah me! this object kills me !

Or make some signs how I may do thee ease: Tit. Faint-hearted boy, arise, and lock upon Shall thy good uncle, and thy brother Lucius, her:

And thou, and I, sit round about some fountain ; Speak, my Lavinia, what accursed hand Looking all downwards, to behold our cheeks Hath made thee handless in thy father's sight? How they are stain'd; like meadows, yet not dry What fool hath added water to the sea ? With miry slime left on them by a flood ? Or brought a faggot to bright-burning Troy? And in the fountain shall we gaze so long, My grief was at the height before thou cam’st, Till the fresh taste be taken from that clearness

, And now, like Nilus, it disdaineth bounds.- And made a brine-pit with our bitter tears? Give me a sword, I'll chop off my hands too ; Or shall we cut away our hands, like thine ? For they have fought for Rome, and all in vain; Or shall we bite our tongues, and in dumb shows And they have nurs’d this woe, in feeding life ; Pass the remainder of our hateful days? In bootless prayer have they been held up, What shall we do ? let us, that have our tongues, And they have serv'd me to effectless use : Plot some device of further misery, Now, all the service I require of them

To make us wonder'd at in time to come. Is, that the one will help to cut the other.- Luc. Sweet father, cease your tears; for, at "Tis well, Lavinia, that thou hast no hands;

your grief, For hands, to do Rome service, are but vain. See, how iny wretched sister sobs and weeps


thine eyes.




Mar. Patience, dear niece :-Good Titus, dry Tit. Come hither, Aaron ; I'll deceive them Tit. Ah, Marcus, Marcus! brother, well I wot, Lend me thy hand, and I will give thee mine. Thy napkin cannot drink a tear of mine,

Aar. If that be call’d deceit, I will be honest, For thou, poor man, hast drown'd it with thine And never, whilst I live, deceive men so;

But I'll deceive you in another sort, Luc. An,

Lavinia, I will wipe thy cheeks. And that you'll say, ere half an hour can pass. Tit. Mark, Marcus, mark ! I understand her

[Aside. He cuts of Titus's hand. signs : Had she a tongue to speak, now would she say

Enter LUCIUS and VARCUS. That to her brother which I said to thee;

Tit. Now, stay your strife ; what shall be, is His napkin, with his true tears all bewet,

despatch d. Can do no service on her sorrowful cheeks. Good Aaron, give his majesty my hand : 0, what a sympathy of woe is this?

Tell him, it was a hand that warded him
As far from help as limbo is from bliss ! From thousand dangers : bid him bury it;

More hath it merited, that let it have.
Enter Aaron.

As for my sons, say, I account of them
Aar. Titus Andronicus, my lord the emperor As jewels purchas'd at an easy price ;
Sends thee this word,—That if thou love thy And yet dear too, because I bought mine own.

Aar. I go, Andronicus: and, for thy hand, Let Marcus, Lucius, or thyself, old Titus, Look by and by to have thy sons with thee :Or any one of you, chop off your hand, Their heads, I mean.-0, how this villainy And send it to the king: he for the same,

[ Aside. Will send thee hither both thy sons alive; Doth fat me with the

very thought of it? And that shall be the ransome for their fault. Let fools do good, and fair men call for grace, Tit

. O, gracious emperor ! O, gentle Aaron! Aaron will have his soul black like his face. Did ever raven sing so like a lark,

[Erit. That gives sweet tidings of the sun's uprise ? Tit. O, here I lift this one hand up to heaven, With all my heart, I'll send the emperor And bow this feeble ruin to the earth : My hand :

If any power pities wretched tears, Good Aaron, wilt thou help to chop it off? To that I call :—What, wilt thou kneel with Luc. Stay, father; for that noble hand of me?

[To Lavinia. thine,

Do then, dear heart; for heaven shall hear our That hath thrown down so many enemies,

prayers; Shall not be sent: my hand will serve the turn: Or with our sighs we'll breathe the welkin dim, My youth can better spare my blood than you ; And stain the sun with fog, as sometime clouds, And therefore mine shall save my brothers' lives. When they do hug him in their melting bosoms. Mar. Which of your hands hath not defend- Mar. © brother, speak with possibilities, ed Rome,

And do not break into these deep extremes. And rear'd aloft the bloody battle-axe,

Tit. Is not my sorrow deep, having no bottom? Writing destruction on the enemies' castles ? Then be my passions bottomless with them. 0, none of both but are of high desert:

Mar. But yet let reason govern thy lament. My hand hath been but idle ; let it serve Tit. If there were reason for these miseries, To ransome my two nephews from their death : Then into limits could I bind my woes: Then have I kept it to a worthy end.

When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth Aar. Nay, come agree, whose hand shall go o’erflow? along,

If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad, For fear they die before their pardon come. Threat'ning the welkin with his big-swoln face? Mar. My hand shall go.

And wilt thou have a reason for this coil ? Luc. By heaven, it shall not go.

I am the sea ; hark, how her sighs do blow! Tit. Sirs, strive no more ; such wither'd herbs She is the weeping welkin, I the earth: as these

Then must my sea be moved with her sighs ; Are meet for plucking up, and therefore mine. Then must my earth with her continual tears Luc. Sweet father, if I shall be thought thy Become a deluge, overtlow'd and drown’d: son,

For why? my bowels cannot hide her wo: S, Let me redeem my brothers both from death. But like a drunkard must I vomit them. Mar. And, for our father's sake, and mother's Then give me leave; for losers will have leave care,

To ease their stomachs with their bitter tongues Now let me show a brother's love to thee. Tit

. Agree between you; I will spare my hand. Enter a Messenger, with two heads and a hand, Luc. Then I'll go fetch an axe.

Mess. Worthy Andronicus, ill art thou repaid Jar. But I will use the axe.

For that good hand thou sent'st the emperor. [Ereunt Lucius and Marcus. Here are the heads of thy two noble sens;

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