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Then, when you come to Pluto's region,

Tit. Ha! Publius, Publius, what hast thou I pray you, deliver him this petition ;

done? Tell him, it is for justice, and for aid;

See, see, thou hast shot off one of Taurus' horns. And that it comes from old Andronicus,

Mar. This was the sport, my lord: when Shaken with sorrows in ungrateful Rome.

Publius shot, Ah, Rome !-Well, well; I made thee miserable, The bull being gall’d gave Aries such a knock, What time I threw the people's suffrages

That down fell both the ram's horns in the court; On him that thus doth tyrannize o'er me.

And who should find them but the empress' Go, get you gone; and pray be careful all,

villain? And leave you not a man of war unsearch'd; She laugh’d, and told the Moor, he should not This wick’demperor may have shipp'd her hence, choose And, kinsmen, then we may go pipe for justice. But give them to his master for a present.

Mar. O, Publius, is not this a heavy case, Tit. Why, there it goes : God give your To see thy noble uncle thus distract?

lordship joy! Pub. Therefore, my lord, it highly us concerns, By day and night to attend him carefully;

Enter a Clown, with a basket and two pigeons. And feed his humour kindly as we may,

News, news from heaven! Marcus, the post is Till time beget some careful remedy.

Mar. Kinsmen, his sorrows are past remedy. Sirrah, what tidings ? have you any letters ? Join with the Goths; and with revengeful war Shall I have justice? what says Jupiter ? Take wreak on Rome for this ingratitude, Clo. Ho! the gibbet-maker? he says, that he And vengeance on the traitor Saturnine. hath taken them down again, for the man must Tit. Publius, how now ? how now, my mas- not be hanged till the next week. ters?

T'i. But what says Jupiter, I ask thee? What, have you met with her ?

Clo. Alas, sir, I know not Jupiter; I never Pub. No, my good lord; but Pluto sends drank with him in all my life. you word,

Tit. Why, villain, art thou not the carrier? If you will have revenge from hell, you

shall : Clo. Ay, of my pigeons, sir; nothing else. Marry, for Justice, she is so employ'd,

Tit. Why, didst not thou come from heaven? He thinks, with Jove in heaven, or somewhere Clo. From heaven? alas, sir, I never came else,

there: God forbid, I should be so bold to press So that perforce you must needs stay a time. to heaven in my young days. Why, I am goTit. He doth me wrong, to feed me with de- ing with my pigeons to the tribunal plebs, to lays.

take up a matter of brawl betwixt my uncle and I'll dive into the burning lake below,

one of the emperial's men. And pull her out of Acheron by the heels. Mar. Why, sir, that is as fit as can be, to Marcus, we are but shrubs, no cedars we; serve for your oration; and let him deliver the No big-bon’d men, fram'd of the Cyclops' size: pigeons to the emperor But metal, Marcus, steel to the very back; Tit. Tell me, can you deliver an oration to Yet wrung with wrongs, more than our backs the emperor with a grace? can bear :

Clo. Nay, truly, sir, I could never say grace And, sith there is no justice in earth nor hell, in all my life. We will solicit heaven ; and move the gods, Tit. Sirrah, come hither; make no more ado, To send down justice for to wreak our wrongs : But give your pigeons to the emperor: Come, to this gear. You are an archer, Marcus. By me thou shalt have justice at his hands.

[He gives them the arrows. Hold, hold ;-mean while, here's money for thy Ad Jovem, that's for you:- Here, ad Apollinem:

charges. Ad Martem, that's for myself:

Give me a pen and ink.Here, boy, to Pallas :-—Here, to Mercury: Sirrah, can you with a grace deliver a supplicaTo Saturn, Caius, not to Saturnine,

tion ? You were as good to shoot against the wind. Clo. Ay, sir. To it, boy. Marcus, loose when I bid:

Tit. Then here is a supplication for you. O my word, I have written to effect :

And when you come to him, at the first apThere's not a god left unsolicited.

proach, you must kneel; then kiss his foot; Mar. Kinsmen, shoot all your shafts into the then deliver up your pigeons; and then look for court:

your reward: I'll be at hand, sir; see you do it We will afflict the emperor in his pride. bravely. Tit. Now, masters, draw. [They shoot.] 0, Clo. I warrant you, sir ; let me alone. well said, Lucius!

Tit. Sirrah, hast thou a knife? Come, let me Good boy, in Virgo's lap; give it Pallas.

Mar. My lord, I am a mile beyond the moon; Here, Marcus, fold it in the oration;
Your letter is with Jupiter by this.

For thou hast inadeit like an humble suppliant:

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And when thou hast given it to the emperor, Sat. Go, take him away, and hang him pre-
Knock at my door, and tell me what he says.
Clo. God be with you, sir ; I will.

Clo. How much money must I have?
Tit. Come, Marcus, let's go :-Publius, fol. Tam. Come, sirrah, you must be hang'd.

[Exeunt. Clo. Hang'd! By'r lady, then I have brought

up a neck to a fair end. [Erit, guarded. SCENE IV.—The same. Before the palace. Sat. Despiteful and intolerable wrongs !

Shall I endure this monstrous villainy? Enter Saturninus, Tamora, Chiron, DEME, I know from whence this same device proceeds ;

TRIUS, Lords, and Others : SATURNINUS with May this be borne ?--as if his traitorous sons, the arrows in his hand, that Titus shot.

That died by law for murder of our brother, Sat. Why, lords, what wrongs are these ? Have by my means been butcher'd wrongfully.Was ever seen

Go, drag the villain hither by the hair ; An emperor of Rome thus overborne,

Nor age, nor honour, shall shape privilege.Troubled, confronted thus; and, for the extent For this proud mock, I'll be thy slaughter-man; Of legal justice, us’d in such contempt? Sly

frantic wretch, that holp'st to make me great, My lords, you know, as do the mightful gods, In hope thyself should govern Rome and me. However these disturbers of our peace Buzin the people's ears, there nought hath pass'd,

Enter ÆMILIUS. But even with law, against the wilful sons What news with thee, Æmilius? Of old Andronicus. And what an if

Æmil. Arm, arm, my lords; Rome nerer His sorrows have so overwhelm’d his wits,

had more cause ! Shall we be thus afflicted in his wreaks, The Goths have gather'd head; and with a His fits, his frenzy, and his bitterness ?

power And now he writes to heaven for his redress :

Of high-resolved men, bent to the spoil, See, here's to Jove, and this to Mercury; They hither march amain, under conduct This to Apollo; this to the god of war: Of Lucius, son to old Andronicus; Sweet scrolls to fly about the streets of Rome ! Who threats, in course of this revenge, to do What's this, but libelling against the senate, As much as ever Coriolanus did. And blazoning our injustice every where? Sat. Is warlike Lucius general of the Goths ? A goodly humour, is it not, my lords?

These tidings nip me; and I hang the head As

who should say, in Rome no justice were. As flowers with frost, or grass beat down with But, if I live, his feigned ecstasies

storms. Shall be no shelter to these outrages :

Ay, now begin our sorrows to approach: But he and his shall know, that justice lives 'Tis he the common people love so much; In Saturninus' health ; whom, if she sleep, Myself hath often over-heard them say, He'll so awake, as she in fury shall

(When I have walked like a private man,) Cut off the proud’st conspirator that lives. That Lucius' banishment was wrongfully,

Tam. My gracious lord, my lovely Saturnine, And they have wish'd that Lucius were their Lord of my life, commander of my thoughts,

emperor. Calm thee, and bear the faults of Titus' age, Tam. Why should you fear? is not your city The effects of sorrow for his valiant sons,

strong? Whose loss hath pierc'd him deep, and scarr'd Sat. Ay, but the citizens favour Lucius; his heart;

And will revolt from me, to succour him. And rather comfort his distressed plight,

Tam. King, be thy thoughts imperious, like Than prosecute the meanest, or the best,

thy name. For these contempts.- Why, thus it shall become Is the sun dimm’d, that gnats do fly in it? High-witted Tamora to glose with all: [Aside. The eagle suffers little birds to sing, But, Titus, I have touch'd thee to the quick, And is not careful what they mean thereby; Thy life-blood out: if Aaron now be wise, Knowing that with the shadow of his wings, Then is all safe, the anchor's in the port.- He can at pleasure stint their melody:

Even so may'st thou the giddy men of Rome. Enter Clown.

Then cheer 'thy spirit: for know, thou emperof, How now, good fellow ? would'st thou speak I will enchant'the old Andronicus, with us?

With words more sweet, and yet more dangerous, Clo. Yes, forsooth, an your mistership be em- Than baits to fish, or honey-stalks to sheep; perial.

When as the one is wounded with the bait, Tam. Empress, I am, but yonder sits the The other rotted with delicious feed. emperor.

Sat. But he will not entreat his son for us. Clo. 'Tis he.—God, and saint Stephen, give Tam. If Tamora entreat him, then he will: you good den: I have brought you a letter, and For I can smooth, and fill his aged ear a couple of pigeons here.

With golden promises; that were his heart [Saturninus reads the letter. Almost impregnable, his old ears deaf,

Yet should both ear and heart obey my tongue.- Æmil. Your bidding shall I do effectually, Go thou before, be our ambassador:

[Exit Æmilius. [To Æmilius. Tam. Now will I to that old Andronicus; Say, that the emperor requests a parley And temper him, with all the art I have, Of warlike Lucius, and appoint the meeting, To pluck proud Lucius from the warlike Goths. Even at his father's house, the old Andronicus. And now, sweet emperor, be blithe again,

Sat. Æmilius, do this message honourably: And bury all thy fear in my devices. And if he stand on hostage for his safety, Sat. Then go successfully, and plead to him. Bid him demand what pledge will please him

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ACT V.

fort;

SCENE I.-Plains near Rome.

Who, when he knows thou art the empress' babe, Enter Lucius, and Goths, with drum and colours. With this, my weapon drawn, I rush'd upon him,

Will hold thee dearly for thy mother's sake. Luc. Approved warriors, and my faithful Surpris'd him suddenly; and brought him hither, friends,

To use as you think needful of the man. I have received letters from great Rome,

Luc. O worthy Goth! this is the incarnate Which signify, what hate they bear their em

devil, peror,

That robb’d Andronicus of his good hand: And how desirous of our sight they are. This is the pearl that pleas'd your empress' eye; Therefore, great lords, be, as your titles witness, And here's the base fruit of his burning lusi.-Imperious, and impatient of your wrongs ; Say, wall-ey'd slave, whither would'st thou convey And, wherein Rome hath done you any scath, This growing image of thy fiend-like face? Let him make treble satisfaction.

Why dost not speak ? What! deaf? No; not I Goth. Brave slip, sprung from the great a word? Andronicus,

A halter, soldiers : hang him on this tree, Whose name was once our terror, now our com- And by his side his fruit of bastardy.

Aar. Touch not the boy, he is of royal blood. Whose high exploits, and honourable deeds, Luc. Too like the sire for ever being good.Ingrateful Rome requites with foul contempt, First hang the child, that he may see it sprawl; Be bold in us : we'll follow where thou leadst, - A sight to vex the father's soul withal. Like stinging bees in hottest summer's day, Get me a ladder. Led by their master to the flower'd fields,

[A ladder brought, which Aaron is obliged And be aveng'd on cursed Tamora.

to ascend. Goths. And, as he saith, so say we all with Aar. Lucius, save the child ; him.

And bear it from me to the emperess. Luc. I humbly thank him, and I thank you all. If thou do this, I'll show thee wondrous things, But who comes here, led by a lusty Goth ? That highly may advantage thee to hear :

If thou wilt not, befall what may befall, Enter a Goth, leading Aaron, with his child in I'll speak no more ; but vengeance rot you all ! his arms.

Luc. Say on; and, if it please me which thou 2 Goth. Renowned Lucius, from our troops I speak'st, stray'd,

Thy child shall live, and I will see it nourishid. To gaze upon a ruinous monastery;

Aar. An if it please thee? why, assure thee, And as I earnestly did fix mine eye

Lucius, Upon the wasted building, suddenly

'Twill vex thy soul to hear what I shall speak; I heard a child cry underneath a wall:

For I must talk of murders, rapes, and massacres, I made unto the noise ; when soon I heard Acts of black night, abominable deeds, The crying babe controll’d with this discourse : Complots of mischief, treason ; villainies

1 Peace, tawny slave ; half me, and half thy dam! | Ruthful to hear, yet piteously perform’d: Did not thy hue beuray whose brat thou art, And this shall all be buried by my death, Had nature lent thee but thy mother's look, Unless thou swear to me, my child shall live. Villain, thou might' st have been an emperor : Luc. Tell on thy mind; I say, thy child shall But where the bull and cow are both milk white,

live. They never do beget a coal-black calf.

Aar. Swear, that he shall, and then I will begin. Peace, villain, peace !-even thus he rates the Luc. Who should I swear by ? thou believ'st babe,

no god; For I must bear thee to a trusty Goth ;

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Aar. What if I do not? as, indeed, I do not : | Even now I curse the day, (and yet, I think, Yet,-for I know thou art religious,

Few come within the compass of my curse,) And hast a thing within thee, called conscience; Wherein I did not some notorious ill: With twenty popish tricks and ceremonies, As kill a man, or else devise his death; Which I have seen thee careful to observe,- Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it ; Therefore I urge thy oath: For that, I know, Accuse some innocent, and forswear myself; An idiot holds his bauble for a god,

Set deadly enmity between two friends; And keeps the oath, which by that god he swears; Make poor men's cattle break their necks; To that I'll urge him :-Therefore, thou shalt Set fire on barns and hay-stacks in the night,

And bid the owners quench them with their By that same god, what god soe'er it be,

tears. That thou ador'st and hast in reverence, Oft have Idigg’d up dead men from their graves, To save my boy, to nourish, and bring him up, And set them upright at their dear friends' doors, Or else I will discover nought to thee.

Even when their sorrows almost were forgot ; Luc. Even by my god, I swear to thee, I will

. And on their skins, as on the bark of trees, Aar. First, know thou, I begot him on the Have with my knife carved in Roman letters, empress.

Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead. Luc. O most insatiate, luxurious woman! Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful things, Aar. Tut, Lucius ! this was but a deed of As willingly as one would kill a fly; charity,

And nothing grieves me heartily indeed, To that which thou shalt hear of me anon. But that I cannot do ten thousand more. 'Twas her two sons that murder'd Bassianus : Luc. Bring down the devil; for he must not die They cut thy sister's tongue and ravish'd her, So sweet a death as hanging presently. And cut her hands; and trimm'd her as thou Aar. If there be devils, 'would I were a devil, saw'st.

To live and burn in everlasting fire; Luc. O, détestable villain! call'st thou that So I might have your company in hell, trimming ?

But to torment you with my bitter tongue ! Aar. Why, she was wash’d, and cut, and Luc. Sirs, stop his mouth, and let him speak

trimm'd; and 'twas Trim sport for them that had the doing of it. Luc. O barbarous, beastly villains, like thy

Enter a Goth. self!

Goth. Mylord, there is a messenger from Rome, Aar. Indeed, I was their tutor to instruct Desires to be admitted to your presence. them;

Luc. Let him come near.-
That codding spirit had they from their mother,
As sure a card as ever won the set ;

Enter ÆMILIUS.
That bloody mind, I think, they learn’d of me, Welcome, Æmilius, what's the newsfrom Rome?
As true a dog as ever fought at head.

Æmil. Lord Lucius, and you princes of the Well, let my deeds be witness of my worth.

Goths, I train'd thy brethren to that guileful hole, The Roman emperor greets you all by me: Where the dead corpse of Bassianus lay: And, for he understands you are in arms, I wrote the letter that thy father found, He craves a parley at your father's house, And hid the gold within the letter mention'd, Willing you to demand your hostages, Confederate with the queen, and her two sons ; And they shall be immediately deliver’d. And what not done, that thou hast cause to rue, i Goth. What says our general ? Wherein I had no stroke of mischief in it? Luc. Æmilius, let the emperor give his pledges I play'd the cheater for thy father's hand; Unto my father and my uncle Marcus, And when I had it, drew myself apart,

And we will come.—March away. [Eveux. And almost broke my heart with extreme laughter.

SCENE II.—Rome. Before Titus's house. I pry'd me through the crevice of a wall, When, for his hand, he had his two sons' heads;

Enter TAMORA, CHiron, and DEMETRIUS, Beheld his tears, and laugh'd so heartily,

disguised. That both mine eyes were rainy like to his ; Tam. Thus, in this strange and sad habiliAnd when I told the empress of this sport,

ment, She swounded almost at my pleasing tale, I will encounter with Andronicus; And, for my tidings, gave me twenty kisses. And say, I am Revenge, sent from below, Goth. What! canst thou say all this, and To join with him, and right his heinous wrongs

. never blush?

Knock at his study, where, they say, he keeps Aar. Ay, like a black dog, as the saying is. To ruminate strange plots of dire revenge ; Luc. Art thou not sorry for these heinous Tell him, Revenge is come to join with him, deeds?

And work confusion on his enemies. dar. Ay, that I had not done a thousand more.

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Enter Titus above.

Tit. Good lord, how like the empress' sons

they are ! Tit. Who doth molest my contemplation ?

the empress ! But we worldly men Is it your trick, to make me ope the door ; Have miserable, mad, mistaking eyes. That so my sad decrees may fly away,

O sweet Revenge, now do I come to thee : And all my study be to no effect ?

And, if o arm's embracement will content thee, You are deceiv'd: for what I mean to do, I will embrace thee in it by and by. See here, in bloody lines I have set down;

[Erit Titus, from above. And what is written shall be executed.

Tam. This closing with him fits his lunacy : Tam. Titus, I am come to talk with thee. Whate'er I forge, to feed his brain-sick fits, Tit. No, not a word : How can I grace my talk, Do you uphold and maintain in your speeches. Wanting a hand to give it action

For now he firmly takes me for Revenge ; Thou hast the odds of me, therefore no more. And, being credulous in this mad thought, Tam. If thou did'st know me, thou would'st | I'll make him send for Lucius, his son ; talk with me.

And, whilst I at a banquet hold him sure, Tit. I am not mad; I know thee well enough: I'll find some cunning practice out of hand, Witness this wretched stump, these crimson To scatter and disperse the giddy Goths, lines;

Or, at the least, make them his enemies. Witness these trenches, made by grief and care ; See, here he comes, and I must ply my theme. Witness the tiring day, and heavy night; Witness all sorrow, that I know thee well

Enter Titus. For our proud empress, mighty Tamora : Tit. Long have I been forlorn, and all for thee: Is not thy coming for my other hand ?

Welcome, dread fury, to my woful house ; Tam. Know thou, sad man, I am not Tamora ; Rapine, and Murder, you are welcome too :She is thy enemy, and I thy friend :

How like the empress and her sons you are! I am Revenge ; sent from the infernal kingdom, Well are you fitted, had you but a Moor ;To ease the gnawing vulture of thy mind, Could not all hell afford you such a devil? By working wreakful vengeance on thy foes. For, well I wot, the empress never wags, Come down, and welcome me to this world's light; But in her company there is a Moor ; Confer with me of murder and of death : And, would you represent our queen aright, There's not a hollow cave, nor lurking-place, It were convenient you had such a devil : No vast obscurity, or misty vale,

But welcome, as you are. What shall we do? Where bloody murder, or detested rape,

Tam. What would'st thou have us do, An. Can couch for fear, but I will find them out ;

dronicus ? And in their ears tell them my dreadful name, Dem. Show me a murderer, I'll deal with him, Revenge, which makes the foul offender quake. Chi. Show me a villain, that hath done a rape,

а Tit. Art thou Revenge ? and art thou sent to And I am sent to be reveng'd on him. me,

Tam. Show me a thousand, that have done To be a torment to mine enemies ?

thee wrong, Tam. I am ; therefore come down, and wel- And I will be revenged on them all.

Tit. Look round about the wicked streets of Tit. Do me some service, ere I come to thee. Rome; Lo, by thy side where Rape, and Murder, stands; And when thou find'st a man that's like thyself, Now give some 'surance that thou art Revenge, Good Murder, stab him; he's a murderer. Stab them, or tear them on thy chariot wheels; Go thou with himy; and when it is thy hap, And then I'll come, and be thy waggoner, To find another that is like to thee, And whirl along with thee about the globes. Good Rapine, stab him; he is a ravisher.Provide thee proper palfries, black as jet, Go thou with them; and in the emperor's court To hale thy vengeful waggon swift away, There is a queen, attended by a Moor; And find out murderers in their guilty caves : Well may'st thou know her by thy own proporAnd, when thy car is loaden with their heads,

tion, I will dismount, and by the waggon wheel For up and down she doth resemble thee; Trot, like a servile footman, all day long ; I

pray,

thee, do on them some violent death, Even from Hyperion's rising in the east, They have been violent to me and mine. Until his very downfal in the sea.

Tam. Well hast thou lesson'd us; this shall And day by day I'll do this heavy task, So thou destroy Rapine and Murder there. But would it please thee, good Andronicus, Tam. These are my ministers, and come with To send for Lucius, thy thrice valiant son,

Who leads towards Rome aband of warlike Goths, Tit. Are they thy ministers ? what are they And bid him come and banquet at thy house : call's ?

When he is here, even at thy solemn feast, Tam. Rapine, and Murder; therefore called so, I will bring in the empress and her sons, 'Cause they take vengeance of such kind of men. The emperor himself, and all thy foes ;

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