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And at thy mercy shall they stoop and kneel, Chi. Villains, forbear; we are the empress'sons. And on them shalt thou ease thy angry

heart. Pub. And therefore do we what we are comWhat says Andronicus to this device?

manded.Tit. Marcus, my brother !—’tis sad Titus calls. Stop close their mouths, let them not speak a word:

Is he sure bound ? look, that you bind them fast. Enter MARCUS. Go, gentle Marcus, to thy nephew Lucius;

Re-enter Titus ANDRONICUS, with LAVINIA; Thou shalt enquire him out among the Goths :

she bearing a bason, and he a knife. Bid him repair to me, and bring with him Tit. Come, come, Lavinia ; look, thy foes are Some of the chiefest princes of the Goths ;

bound. Bid him encamp his soldiers where they are: Sirs, stop their mouths, let them not speak to me; Tell him, the emperor and the empress too But let them hear what fearful words I utter. Feast at my house: and he shall feast with them. O villains, Chiron and Demetrius ! This do thou for my love: and so let him, Here stands the spring whom you have stain'd As he regards his aged father's life.

with mud; Mar. This will I do, and soon return again. This goodly summer with your winter mix’d.

[Exit. You kill'd her husband; and, for that vile faalt, Tam. Now will I hence about thy business, Two of her brothers were condemn’d to death: And take my ministers along with me.

My hand cut off, and made a merry jest : Tit. Nay, nay, let Rape and Murder stay with Both her sweet hands, her tongue, and that, me;

more dear Or else I'll call my brother back again, Than hands or tongue, her spotless chastity, And cleave to no revenge but Lucius.

Inhuman traitors, you constrain'd and forc'a. Tam. [To her Sons. What say you, boys ? What would you say, if I should let you speak? will you abide with him,

Villains, for shame you could not beg for grace. Whiles I go tell my lord the emperor;

Hark, wretches, how I mean to martyr you. How I have govern'd our determin’a jest? This one hand yet is left to cut your throats; Yield to his humour, smooth and speak him fair, Whilst that Lavinia'tween her stumps doth hold

[Aside. The bason, that receives your guilty blood. And tarry with him, till I come again. You know, your mother means to feast with me, Tit. I know them all, though they suppose me And calls herself, Revenge, and thinksme mad, mad;

Hark, villains; I will grind your bones to dust, And will o'er-reach them in their own devices; And with your blood and it, I'll make a paste ; A pair of cursed hell-hounds, and their dam. And of the paste a coffin I will rear,

[Aside. And make two pasties of your shameful heads; Dem. Madam, depart at pleasure, leave us and bid that strumpet, your unhallow'd dam, here.

Like to the earth, swallow her own increase. Tam. Farewell, Andronicus: Revenge now This is the feast that I have bid her to, goes

And this the banquet she shall surfeit on; To lay a complot to betray thy foes.

For worse than Philomel you us’d my daughter

, [Exit Tamora. And worse than Progne I will be reveng'd: Tit. I know, thou dost; and, sweet Revenge, And now prepare your throats.—Lavinia, come, farewell.

[He cuts their throats. Chi. Tell us, old man, how shall we be em- Receive the blood : and, when that they are dead,

Let me go grind their bones to powder small, Tit. I'ut, I have work enough for you to do. And with this hateful liquor temper it; Publius, come hither, Caius, and Valentine !

And in that paste let their vile heads be bak'd. Enter PUBLIUS, and Others.

Come, come, be every one officious

To make this banquet ; which I wish may prore Pub. What's

will ?
More stern and bloody than the Centaurs' feast

. Tit. Know you these two ?

So, now bring them in, for I will play the cook, Pub. The empress' sons,

And see them ready 'gainst their mother comes. I take them, Chiron and Demetrius.

[Exeunt, bearing the dead bodies. Tit. Fye, Publius, fye! thou art too much deceiv'd ;

SCENE III.-The same.

A pavilion, with The one is Murder, Rape is the other's name:

tables, &c. And therefore bind them, gentle Publius ; Caius, and Valentine, lay hands on them.

Enter Lucius, Marcus, and Goths, with Oft have you heard me wish for such an hour,

Aaron, prisoner. And now I find it; therefore bind them sure, Luc. Uncle Marcus, since’tis my father's mind, And stop their mouths, if they begin to cry; That I repair to Rome, I am content.

[Exit Titus.Publius, 8c. lay hold on I Goth. And ours, with thine, befall what Chiron and Demetrius.

fortune will.


ploy'd ?


Luc. Good uncle, take you in this barbarous Sat. What hast thou done, unnatural, and Moor,

unkind ? This ravenous tiger, this accursed devil ;

Tit. Kill’d her, for whom my tears have made Let him receive no sustenance, fetter him,

me blind. Till he be brought unto the empress' face, I am as woful as Virginius was; For testimony of her foul proceedings:

And have a thousand times more cause than he And see the ambush of our friends be strong : To do this outrage ;-and it is now done. I fear the emperor means no good to us.

Sat. What, was she ravish'd ? tell, who did Aar. Some devil whisper curses in mine ear, the deed. And prompt me, that my tongue may utter forth Tit. Will't please you eat? will’t please your The venomous malice of my swelling heart !

highness feed? Luc. Away, inhuman dog! unhallow'd slave!- Tam. Why hast thou slain thine only daughSirs, help our uncle to convey him in.

ter thus? [Exeunt Goths, with Aaron. Flourish. Tit. Not I; 'twas Chiron, and Demetrius : The trumpets show, the emperor is at hand. They ravish'd her, and cut away her tongue,

And they, 'twas they, that did her all this wrong. Enter SATURNINUS and TAMORA, with Tri

Sat. Go, fetch them hither to us presently. bunes, Senators, and Others.

Tit. Why, there they are both, baked in that Sat. What, hath the firmament more suns than

pye; one?

Whereof their mother daintily hath fed, Luc. What boots it thee, to call thyself a sun? | Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred. Mar. Rome's emperor, and nephew, break | 'Tis true, 'tis true; witness my knife's sharp the parle;


Killing Tamora. These quarrels must be quietly debated.

Sat. "Die, frantic wretch, for this accursed The feast is ready, which the careful Titus


[Killing Titus. Hath ordain'd to an honourable end,

Luc. Can the son's eye behold his father bleed? For peace, for love, for league, and good to Rome: There's meed for meed, death for a deadly deed. Please you, therefore, draw nigh, and take your [Kills Saturninus. A great tumult. The places.

People in confusion

disperse. Marcus, Sat. Marcus, we will.

Lucius, and their partisans, ascend [Hautboys sound. The Company sit

the steps before Titus's house. down at table.

Mar. You sad-fac'd men, people and sons of

Enter Titus, dressed like a cook, LAVINIA By uproar sever'd, like a flight of fowl

veiled, young. Lucius, and Others. Titus Scatter'd by winds and high tempestuous gusts, places the dishes on the table.

0, let me teach you how to knit again Tit. Welcome, my gracious lord; welcome, This scatter'd corn into one mutual sheaf, dread queen ;

These broken limbs again into one body. Welcome, ye warlike Goths; welcome, Lucius; Sen. Lest Rome herself be bane unto herself; And welcome, all : although the cheer be poor, And she, whom mighty kingdoms court'sy to, 'Twill fill your stomachs ; please you, eat of it. Like a forlorn and desperate cast-away,

Sat. Why art thou thus attir’d, Andronicus? Do shameful execution on herself.

Tit. Because I would be sure to have all well, But if my frosty signs and chaps of age,
To entertain your highness, and your empress. Grave witnesses of true experience,

Tam.Weare beholden to you, good Andronicus. Cannot induce you to attend my words,–
Tit. An if your highness knew my heart, you Speak, Rome's dear friend; To Lucius.] as

erst our ancestor, My lord the emperor, resolve me this;

When with his solemn tongue he did discourse, Was it well done of rash Virginius,

To love-sick Dido's sad attending ear, To slay his daughter with his own right hand, The story of that baleful burning night, Because she was enforc'd, stain'd, and deflower'd? When subtle Greeks surpriz’d king Priam's Troy; Sat. It was, Andronicus.

Tell us, what Sinon hath bewitch'd our ears, Tit. Your reason, mighty lord ?

Or who hath brought the fatal engine in, Sat. Because the girl should not survive her That gives our Troy, our Rome, the civil shame,

wound. And by her presence still renew his sorrows. My heart is not compact of flint, nor steel ;

Tit. A reason mighty, strong, and effectual; Nor can I utter all our bitter grief, A pattern, precedent, and lively warrant But floods of tears will drown my oratory, For me, most wretched, to perform the like:- And break my very utterance ; even i'the time Die, die, Lavinia, and thy shame with thee; When it should move you to attend me most,

[He kills Lavinia. Lending your kind commiseration : And with thy shame, thy father's sorrow die ! Here is a captain, let him tell the tale ;


of us

Your hearts will throb and weep to hear him Rom. [Several speak.) Lucius, all hail; speak.

Rome's gracious governor ! Luc. Then, noble auditory, be it known to you, Luc. Thanks, gentle Romans; May I govern so, That cursed Chiron and Demetrius

To heal Rome's harms, and wipe away her woe! Were they that murdered our emperor's brother; But, gentle people, give me aim a while,And they it were that ravished our sister : For nature puts me to a heavy task ;For their fell faults our brothers were beheaded ; Stand all aloof;—but, uncle, draw you near, Our father's tears despis’d; and basely cozen'd To shed obsequious tears upon this trunk :Of that true hand, that fought Rome's quarrel O, take this warm kiss on thy pale cold lips, out,

[Kisses Titus. And sent her enemies unto the grave.

These sorrowful drops upon thy blood-stain'd Lastly, myself unkindly banished,

face, The gates shut on me, and turn'd weeping out, The last true duties of thy noble son ! To beg relief among Rome's enemies ;

Mar. Tear for tear, and loving kiss for kiss, Who drown'd their enmity in my true tears, Thy brother Marcus tenders on thy lips : And op'd their arms to embrace me as a friend: 0, were the sum of these that I should pay And I am the turn'd-forth, be it known to you, Countless and infinite, yet would I pay them! That have preserv'd her welfare in my

blood ; Luc. Come hither, boy; come, come, and learn And from her bosom took the enemy's point, Sheathing the steel in my advent'rous body. To melt in showers: Thy grandsire lov'd thee Alas! you know, I am no vaunter, I;

well : My scars can witness, dumb although they are, Many a time he danc'd thee on his knee, That my report is just, and full of truth. Sung thee asleep, his loving breast thy pillow; But, soft; methinks, I do digress too much, Many a matter hath he told to thee, Citing my worthless praise: 0, pardon me; Meet, and agreeing with thine infancy; For when no friends are by, men praise them- In that respect then, like a loving child, selves.

Shed yet some small drops from thy tender spring, Mar. Now is my turn to speak : Behold this Because kind nature doth require it so: child, [Pointing to the child in the arms Friends should associate friends in grief and woe: of an Attendant.

Bid him farewell ; commit him to the grave; Of this was Tamora delivered ;

Do him that kindness, and take leave of him. The issue of an irreligious Moor,

Boy. O grandsire, grandsire ! even with all my Chief architect and plotter of these woes ;

heart The villain is alive in Titus' house,

'Would I were dead, so you did live again! Damn'd as he is, to witness this is true. O lord, I cannot speak to him for weeping; Now judge, what cause had Titus to revenge My tears will choke me, if I ope my mouth. These wrongs, unspeakable, past patience, Or more than any living man could bear.

Enter Attendants, with AARON. Now you have heard the truth, what say you, 1 Rom. You sad Andronici, have done with Romans ?

woes ; Have we done aught amiss ? Show us wherein, Give sentence on this execrable wretch, And, from the place where you behold us now, That hath been breeder of these dire events. The poor remainder of Andronici

Luc. Set him breast-deep in earth, and famish Will, hand in hand, all headlong cast us down, And on the ragged stones beat forth our brains, There let hínı stand, and rave and cry for food: And make a mutual closure of our house. If any one relieves or pities him, Speak, Romans, speak; and, if you say, we shall, For the offence he dies. This is our doom: Lo, hand in hand, Lucius and I will fall. Some stay, to see him fasten'd in the earth. Æmil. Come, come, thou reverend man of Aar. 0, why should wrath be mute, and fury Rome,

dumb And bring our emperor gently in thy hand, I am no baby, I, that with base prayers, Lucius our emperor ; for, well I know, I should repent the evils I have done ; The common voice do cry, it shall be so. Ten thousand, worse than ever yet I did, Rom. [Several speak.] Lucius, all hail; Rome's Would I perform, if I might have my will; royal emperor !

If one good deed in all my life I did,

I do repent it from my very soul.
Lucius, &c. descend.

Luc. Some loving friends convey the emperor Mar. Go, go into old Titus' sorrowful house; hence,

[To an Attendant. And give him burial in his father's grave: And hither hale that misbelieving Moor, My father, and Lavinia, shall forthwith To be adjudg’d some direful slaughtering death, Be closed in our household's monument. As punishment for his most wicked life. As for that heinous tiger, Tamora,

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No funeral rite, nor man in mournful weeds, See justice done on Aaron, that damn’d Moor,
No mournful bell shall ring her burial ; From whom our heavy haps bad their beginning:
But throw her forth to beasts, and birds of prey: Then, afterwards, to order well the state;
Her life was beast-like, and devoid of pity; That like events may ne'er it ruinate.
And, being so, shall have like want of pity.



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Enter GOWER.

Before the palace of Antioch. To sing a song of old was sung, From ashes ancient Gower is come; Assuming man's infirmities, To glad your ear and please your eyes. It hath been sung at festivals, On ember-eves, and holy ales ; And lords and ladies of their lives Have read it for restoratives : 'Purpose to make men glorious; Et quo antiquius, eo melius.

If you, born in these latter times,
When wit's more ripe, accept my rhymes,
And that to hear an old man sing,
May to your wishes pleasure bring,
I life would wish, and that I might
Waste it for you, like taper-light.-
This city then, Antioch the great
Built up for his chiefest seat;
The fairest in all Syria;
(I tell you what mine authors say :)
This king unto him took a pheere,
Who died, and left a female heir,
So buxom, blithe, and full of face,


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