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And here's thy hand, in scorn to thee sent back ; | Farewell
, proud Romel till Lucius come again, Thý griefs their sports, thy resolution mock’d: He leaves his pledges dearer than his life. That woe is me to think upon thy woes, Farewell, Lavinia, my noble sister ; More than remembrance of my father's death. 0, 'would thou wert as thou 'tofore hast been !
[Exit. But now nor Lucius, nor Lavinia lives, Mar. Now let hot Ætna cool in Sicily, But in oblivion, and hateful griefs. And be my heart an ever-burning hell! If Lucius live, he will requite your wrongs ; These miseries are more than may be borne ! And make proud Saturninus and his empress To weep with them that weep doth ease some Beg at the gates, like Tarquin and his queen. deal,
Now will I to the Goths, and raise a power, But sorrow flouted at is double death.
To be reveng’d on Rome and Saturnine. Luc. Ah, that this sight should make so deep
[Erit. a wound, And yet detested life not shrink thereat! SCENE II.-A room in Titus's house. A ban. That ever death should let life bear his name,
quet set out. Where life hath no more interest but to breathe !
[Lavinia kisses him.
Enter Titus, Marcus, LAVINIA, and young Mar. Alas, poor heart, that kiss is comfort
Lucius, a boy. less,
Tit. So, so; now sit: and look, you eat no As frozen water to a starved snake. Tit. When will this fearful slumber have an Than will preserve just so much strength in us end ?
As will revenge these bitter woes of ours. Mar. Now farewell flattery: Die, Andronicus; Marcus, unknit that sorrow-wreathen knot ; Thou dost not slumber: see, thy two sons' heads; Thy niece and I, poor creatures, want our hands, Thy warlike hand ; thy mangled daughter here; And cannot passionate our ten-fold grief Thy other banish'd son, with this dear sight With folded arms. This poor right hand of mine Struck pale and bloodless ; and thy brother, I, Is left to tyrannize upon my breast; Even like a stony image, cold and numb. And when my heart, all mad with misery, Ah! now no more will í control thy griefs : Beats in this hollow prison of my flesh, Rent off thy silver hair, thy other hand Then thus I thump it down.Gnawing with thy teeth ; and be this dismal Thou map of woe, that thus dost talk in signs ! sight
[To Larinia. The closing up of our most wretched eyes ! When thy poor heart beats with outrageous Now is a time to storm; why art thou still ?
beating, Tit. Ha, ha, ha!
Thou canst not strike it thus to make it still. Mar. Why dost thou laugh? it fits not with Wound it with sighing, girl, kill it with groans ; this hour.
Or get some little knife between thy teeth, Tit. Why, I have not another tear to shed : And just against thy heart make thou a hole; Besides, this sorrow is an enemy,
That all the tears that thy poor eyes let fall, And would usurp upon my wat'ry eyes, May run into that sink, and, soaking in, And make them blind with tributary tears ; Drown the lamenting fool in sea-salt tears. Then which way shall I find revenge's cave? Mar. Fye, brother, fye! teach her not thus For these two heads do seem to speak to me;
to lay And threat me, I shall never come to bliss, Such violent hands upon her tender life. Till all these mischiefs be return'd again, Tit. How now! has sorrow made thee dote Even in their throats that have committed them. already? Come, let me see what task I have to do.- Why, Marcus, no man should be mad but I. You heavy people, circle me about;
What violent hands can she lay on her life? That I may turn me to each one of you, Ah,
wherefore dost thou urge the
nameofhands;And swear unto my soul to right your wrongs. To bid Æneas tell the tale twice o'er, The vow is made.--Come, brother, take a head; How Troy was burnt, and he made miserable ? And in this hand the other will I bear:
0, handle not the theme, to talk of hands; Lavinia, thou shalt be employed in these things; Lest we remember still, that we have none.Bear thou my hand, sweet wench, between thy Fye, fye, how franticly I square my talk ! teeth.
As if we should forget we had no hands, As for thee, boy, go, get thee from my sight; If Marcus did not name the word of hands Thou art an exile, and thou must not stay : Come, let's fall to; and, gentle girl, est this: Hie to the Goths, and raise an army there: Here is no drink! Hark, Marcus, what she And, if you love me, as I think you do,
says; Let's kiss and part, for we have much to do. I can interpret all her martyr'd signs,
[Erennt Titus, Marcus, and Lavinia. She says, she drinks no other drink but tears, Luc. Farewell, Andronicus, my noble father; Brew'd with her sorrows, mesh'd upon her The woeful'st man that ever liy'd in Rome!
Speechless complainer, I will learn thy thought ;| And buz lamenting doings in the air?
kill'd him. Nor wink, nor nod, nor kneel, nor make a sign, Mar. Pardon me, sir ; 'twas a black ill-faBut I, of these, will wrest an alphabet,
vour'd fly, And, by still practice, learn to know thy mean- Like to the empress' Moor; therefore I kill'd ing.
him. Boy. Good grandsire, leave these bitter deep Tit. 0, Q.0! laments :
Then pardon me for reprehending thee, Make my aunt merry with some pleasing tale. For thou hast done a charitable deed.
Mar. Alas, the tender boy, in passion mov'd, Give me thy knife, I will insult on him; Doth weep to see his grandsire's heaviness. Flattering myself, as if it were the Moor, Tit. Peace, tender sapling; thou art made of Come hither purposely to poison me.tears,
There's for thyself, and that's for Tamora.And tears will quickly melt thy life away.- Ah, sirrah !
[Marcus strikes the dish with a knife. Yet I do think we are not brought so low, What dost thou strike at, Marcus, with thy knife? But that, between us, we can kill a fly,
Mar. At that that I have kill’d, my lord ; a fly. That comes in likeness of a coal-black Moor. Tit. Out on thee, murderer ! thou kill'st my Mar. Alas, poor man! grief has so wrought heart;
on him, Mine eyes are cloy'd with view of tyranny: He takes false shadows for true substances. A deed of death, done on the innocent,
Tit. Come, take away.–Lavinia, go with me: Becomes not Titus' brother : Get thee gone; I'll to thy closet, and go read with thee I see, thou art not for my company.
Sad stories, chanced in the times of old. Mar. Alas, my lord, I have but kill'd a fly. Come, boy, and go with me; thy sight is young, Tit. But how, if that fly had a father and And thou shalt read, when mine begins to dazzle. mother?
[Ereunt. How would he hang his slender gilded wings,
Boy. My lord, I know not, I, nor can I guess, SCENE I.—The same. Before Titus's house. Unless soine fit or frenzy do possess her: Enter Titus and Marcus. Then enter young Extremity of griefs would make men mad ;
For I have heard my grandsire say full oft, Lucius, Lavinia running after him.
And I have read, that Hecuba of Troy Boy. Help, grandsire, help! my aunt Lavinia Ran mad through sorrow: That made me to fear; Follows me every where, I know not why:- Although, my lord, I know my noble aunt Good uncle Marcus, see how swift she comes ! Loves me as dear as e'er my mother did, Alas, sweet aunt, I know not what you mean. And would not, but in fury, fright my youth: Mar. Stand by me, Lucius ; do not fear thine which made me down to throw my books, and aunt.
fly, Tit. She loves thee, boy, too well to do thee Causeless, perhaps : But pardon me, sweet aunt: harm.
And, madam, if my uncle Marcus go, Boy. Ay, when my father was in Rome, she I will most willingly attend your ladyship. did.
Mar. Lucius, I will. Mar. What means my niece Lavinia by these
[ Lavinia turns over the books which signs ?
Lucius has let fall. Tit. Fear her not, Lucius :-Somewhat doth Tit. How now, Lavinia ?-Marcus, what means she mean :
this? See, Lucius, see, how much she makes of thee: Some book there is that she desires to see :-Somewhither would she have thee go with her. Which is it, girl, of these ?-Open them, boy.Ah, boy, Cornelia never with more care But thou art deeper read, and better skill’d; Read to her sons, than she hath read to thee, Come, and take choice of all my library, Sweet poetry, and Tully's Orator.
And so beguile thy sorrow, till the heavens Canst thou not guess wherefore she plies thee Reveal the damn'd contriver of this deed.thus ?
Why lifts she up her arms in sequence thus ?
Mar. I think, she means, that there was more | And arm the minds of infants to exclaims. than one
My lord, kneel down with me; Lavinia, kneel; Confederate in the fact;- Ay, more there was :- And kneel, sweet boy, the Roman Hector's hope; Or else to heaven she heaves them for revenge. And swear with me,-as with the woful feere,
Tit. Lucius, what book is that she tosseth so? And father, of that chaste dishonour'd dame,
Boy. Grandsire, 'tis Ovid's Metamorphosis ; Lord Junius Brutus sware for Lucrece' rape, My mother gave't me.
That we will prosecute, by good advice, Mar. For love of her that's gone,
Mortal revenge upon these traitorous Goths, Perhaps she cuild it from among the rest. And see their blood, or die with this reproach.
T'it. Soft! see, how busily she turns the leaves! Tit. 'Tis sure enough, an you knew how, Help her :
But if you hurt these bear-whelps, then beware: What would she find ?-Lavinia, shall I read ? The dam will wake; and, if she wind you once, This is the tragic tale of Philomel,
She's with the lion deeply still in league, And treats of Tereus' treason, and his rape; And lulls him whilst she playeth on her back, And rape, I fear, was root of thine annoy. And, when he sleeps, will she do what she list. Mar. See, brother, see ! note, how she quotes | You're a young huntsman, Marcus ; let it alone; the leaves.
And, come, I will go get a leaf of brass, Tit. Lavinia, wert thou thus surprised, sweet And, with a gad of steel, will write these words, girl,
And lay it by: the angry northern wind Ravish'd, and wrong’d, as Philomela was, Will blow these sands, like Sybil's leaves, abroad, Forc'd in the ruthless, vast, and gloomy woods ? — And where's your lesson then ?-Boy, what say See, see!
you? Ay, such a place there is, where we did hunt, Boy. I say, my lord, that if I were a man, (0, had we never, never hunted there !) Their mother's bed-chamber should not be safe Pattern’d by that the poet here describes, For these bad-bondmen to the yoke of Rome. By nature nude for murders and for rapes. Mar. Ay, that's my boy! thy father hath full Mar. 0, why should nature build so foul a oft den,
For this ungrateful country done the like. Unless the gods delight in tragedies !
Boy. And, uncle, so will I, an if I live. Tit. Give signs, sweet girl,-for here are none Tit. Come, go with me into mine armoury; but friends,
Lucius, I'll fit thee; and withal, my boy What Roman lord it was durst do the deed : Shall carry from me to the empress' sons Or slunk not futurnine, as Tarquin erst, Presents, that I intend to send them both: That left the camp to sin in Lucrece' bed ? Come, come; thou'lt do thy message, wilt thou Niar. Sit down, sweet nicce; brother, sit down not? by me.
Boy. Ay, with my dagger in their bosoms, Apollo, Pallas, Jove, or Vercury,
grandsire. Inspire me, that I may this treason find ! Tit. No, boy, not so; I'll teach thee another My lord, look like ;- look here, Lavinia : This sandy plos is plain; guide, if thou canst, Lavinia, come :-Marcus, look to my house; This after me, when I have writ my name Lucius and I'll go brave it at the court; Without the lcip of any hand at all.
Ay, marry, will we, sir ; and we'll be waited on. [He urilts his name with his staff, and
[Exeunt Titus, Larinia, and Boy. guides it with his feet and mouth. Mar. O heavens, can you hear a good man Curs'd be that heart, that forc'd us to this shift!
groan, Write thou, goca nicce ; and here display, at last, And not relent, or not compassion him? What God will have discover'd for revenge: Marcus, attend him in his ecstasy, Heaven guide tlıy pen to print thy sorrows plain, That hath more scars of sorrow in his heart, That we may know the traitors, and the truth! Than foemen’s marks upon his batter'd shield:
[She lithes the stuff in her mouth, and But yet so just, that he will not revenge :
guides it with her stumps, and writes. Revenge the heavens for old Andronicus ! Tit. O, do you read, my lord, what she hath
[Erit. writ? Stuprum--Thiron-Demetrius.
SCENE II.- The same. A room in the palace. ilar. What, what !--the lustful sons of Ta
Enter AARON, CHirox, and DEMETRIC'S, at Performers of this heinous, bloody deed ? one door; at another door, young Licits, and Tit. Magne Dominator poli,
an Attendant, with a bundle of weapons, and Tam lentus audis scelera ? tam lentus vides? verses writ upon them. Mar. 0, calm thec, gentle lord ! although I Chi. Demetrius, here's the son of Lucius; know,
He hath some message to deliver to us. There is enough written upon this earth, Aur. Ay, some mad message from his mad To stir a muting in the mildest thoughts,
Let's see :
you have it.
Boy. My lords, with all the humbleness I may, Dem. Why do the emperor's trumpets flouI greet your honours from Andronicus ;
rish thus ? And pray the Roman gods confound you both! Chi. Belike, for joy the emperor hath a son.
[Aside. Dem. Soft; who comes here? Dem. Gramercy, lovely Lucius: What's the news ?
Enter a Nurse, with a black-a-moor child in her Boy. That you are both decypher'd, that's
Nur. Good-inorrow, lords : For villains, mark'd with rape. [Aside.] May 0, tell me, did you see Aaron the Moor? it please you,
Aar. Well, more, or less, or ne'er a whit at all, My grandsire, well-advis’d, hath sent by me Here Aaron is; and what with Aaron now? The goodliest weapons of his armoury,
Nur. O gentle Aaron, we are all undone ! To gratify your honourable youth,
Now help, or woe betide thee evermore ! The hope of Rome ; for so he bade me say, Aur. Why, what a caterwauling dost thou And so I do, and with his gifts present Your lordships, that, whenever you have need, What dost thou wrap and fumble in thine arms ? You may be armed and appointed well :
Nur. O, that which I would hide from heaven's And so I leave you both, [ Aside.] like bloody eye,
villains. [Exeunt Boy and Attendant. Our empress’ shame, and stately Rome's disDem. What's here? a scroll; and written grace ; round about?
She is deliver’d, lords, she is deliver'd.
dar. To whom?
Nur. I mean, she's brought to bed.
Aar. Well, God
Nur. A devil. Aar. Ay, just !-a verse in Horace ;-right, Aar. Why, then she's the devil's dam ; a joy
ful issue. Now, what a thing it is to be an ass !
Nur. A joyless, dismal, black, and sorrowful Here's no sound jest ! the old man
issue : hath found their guilt ;
Here is the babe, as loathsome as a toad And sends the weapons wrapp'd about
Amongst the fairest breeders of our clime. with lines,
The empress sends it thee, thy stamp, thy seal, That wound, beyond their feeling, to Aside. And bids thee christen it with thy dagger's point. the quick.
Aur. Out, out, you whore ! is black so base But were our witty empress well a-foot,
a hue?She would applaud Andronicus con
Sweet blowse, you are a beauteous blossom, sure. ceit.
Dem. Villain, what hast thou done?
Aar. Done! that which thou
Aar. Villain, I have done thy mother.
Dem. And therein, hellish dog, thou hast unTo brave the tribune in his brother's hearing.
done. Dem. But me more good, to see so great a Woe to her chance, and damn'd her loathed lord
choice! Basely insinuate, and send us gifts.
Accurs’d the offspring of so foul a fiend ! Aat. Had he not reason, lord Demetrius ? Chi. It shall not live. Did you not use his daughter very friendly? Aar. It shall not die. Dem. I would, we had a thousand Roman Nur. Aaron, it must : the mother wills it so. dames
Aar. What, must it, nurse ? then let no man, At such a bay, by turn to serve our lust.
Chi. A charitable wish, and full of love. Do execution on iny flesh and blood.
point: Chi. And that would she for twenty thousand Nurse, give it me; my sword shall soon de
spatch it. Dem. Come, let us go ! and pray to all the Aar. Sooner this sword shall plough thy gods
[Takes the child from the For our beloved mother in her pains.
Nurse, and draws. Aar. Pray to the devils ; the gods have given Stay, murderous villains ! will you kill your us o'er.
[Aside. Flourish. brother?
Now, by the burning tapers of the sky, Go to the empress; tell her, this I said:-
[Stabbing her. He dies upon my scymitar's sharp point,
Weke, weke! So cries a pig prepared to the spit. That touches this my first-born son and heir ! Dem. What mean’st thou, Aaron? WhereI tell you, younglings, not Enceladus,
fore didst thou this? With all his threatening bandof Typhon's brood, Aar. O lord, sir, 'tis a deed of policy: Nor great Alcides, nor the god of war,
Shall she live to betray this guilt of ours? Shall seize this prey out of his father's hands. A long-tongu'd babbling gossip? no, lords, no. What, what, ye sanguine shallow-hearted boys! And now be it known to you my full intent. Ye white-lim'd walls! ye alehouse painted signs ! Not far, one Muliteus lives, my countryman, Coal-black is better than another hue,
His wife but yesternight was brought to bed; In that it scorns to bear another hue:
His child is like to her, fair as you are: For all the water in the ocean
Go pack with him, and give the mother gold, Can never turn a swan's black legs to white, And tell them both the circumstance of all; Although she lave them hourly in the flood. And how by this their child shall be advanc'd, Tell the empress from me, I am of age
And be received for the emperor's heir, To keep mine own; excuse it how she can. And substituted in the place of mine,
Dem. Wilt thou betray thy noble mistress thus? To calm this tempest whirling in the court; Aar. My mistress is my mistress; this, myself; And let the emperor dandle him for his own. The vigour, and the picture of my youth: Hark ye, lords; ye see that I have given her This, before all the world do I prefer ;
physic, [Pointing to the Nurse. This, maugre all the world, will I keep safe, And you must needs bestow her funeral; Or some of you shall smoke for it in Rome. The fields are near, and you are gallant grooms:
Dem. By this our mother is for ever sham’d. This done, see that you take no longer days,
Then let the ladies tattle what they please.
Dem. For this care of Tamora, Fy, treacherous hue! that will betray with blush- Herself, and hers, are highly bound to thee. ing
[Exeunt Dem. and Chi. bearing off the Nurs. The close enacts and counsels of the heart! Aar. Now to the Goths, as swift as swallow Here's a young lad fram’d of another leer:
flies; Look, how the black slave smiles upon the father; There to dispose this treasure in mine arms, As who should say, Old lad, I am thine own. And secretly to greet the empress' friends.He is your brother, lords; sensibly fed Come on, you thick-lipp'd slave, I'll bear you Of that self-blood that first gave life to you ;
hence; And, from that womb, where you imprison'a For it is you that puts us to our shifts: were,
I'll make you feed on berries, and on roots, He is enfranchised and come to light:
And feed on curds and whey, and suck the goat, Nay, he's your brother by the surer side, And cabin in a cave; and bring you up Although my seal be stamped in his face. To be a warrior, and command a camp. [Esit.
Nur. Aaron, what shall I say unto the empress?
Dem. Advise thee, Aaron, what is to be done, SCENE III.—The same. A public place. And we will all subscribe to thy advice; Save thou the child, so we may all besafe.
Enter Titus, bearing arrows, with letters at the Aar. Then sit we down, and let us all consult.
ends of them ; with him MARCUS, young Lt. My son and I will have the wind of you :
cius, and other Gentlemen, with bous. Keep there: Now talk at pleasure of your safety. Tit. Come, Marcus, come ;-Kinsmen, this
[They sit on the ground. Dem. How many women saw this child of his? Sir boy, now let me see your archery; Aar. Why, so, brave lords : When we all join Look yedrawhome enough, and 'tis therestraight: in league,
Terras Astræa reliquit : I am a lamb: but if you brave the Moor, Be you remember'd, Marcus, she'sgone, she’sfiel. The chafed boar, the mountain lioness, Sirs, take you to your tools. You, cousins, shall The ocean swells not so as Aaron storms.- Go sound the ocean, and cast your nets : But, say again, how many saw the child? Happily you may find her in the sea;
Nur. Cornelia the midwife, and myself, Yet there's as little justice as at land: And no
one else, but the deliver'd empress. No; Publius and Sempronius, you must do it; Aar. The emperess, the midwife, and yourself: 'Tis you must dig with mattock, and with spade, Two may keep counsel, when the third's away: And pierce the ininost centre of the earth;
is the way: