Doth weep to see his grandsire's heaviness. Tit. Peace, tender sapling; thou art made of tears, And tears will quickly melt thy life away. [Marcus strikes the dish with a knife. What dost thou strike at, Marcus, with thy knife? Mar. At that that I have kill'd, my lord; a fly. Tit. Out on thee, murderer! thou kill'st my heart; Mine eyes are cloy'd with view of tyranny: Mar. Alas, my lord, I have but kill'd a fly. Tit. But how, if that fly had a father and mo ther? How would he hang his slender gilded wings, And buz lamenting doings in the air? Poor harmless fly! That with his pretty buzzing melody, Came here to make us merry; and thou hast kill'd him. Mar. Pardon me, sir; 'twas a black ill-favour'd fly, Like to the empress' Moor; therefore I kill'd him. Tit. 0, 0, 0, Then pardon me for reprehending thee, For thou hast done a charitable deed. Ah, sirrah! Yet I do think we are not brought so low, That comes in likeness of a coal-black Moor. He takes false shadows for true substances. [Exeunt. ACT IV. SCENE I. THE SAME. BEFORE TITUS'S HOUSE. Enter Titus and Marcus. Then enter young Lucius, Lavinia running after him. Boy. Help, grandsire, help! my aunt Lavinia Follows me every where, I know not why:Good uncle Marcus, see how swift she comes! Alas, sweet aunt, I know not what you mean. Mar. Stand by me, Lucius; do not fear thine aunt. Tit. She loves thee, boy, too well to do thee harm. Boy. Ay, when my father was in Rome, she did. Mar. What means my niece Lavinia by these signs? Tit. Fear her not, Lucius:-Somewhat doth she mean: See, Lucius, see, how much she makes of thee: Canst thou not guess wherefore she plies thee thus? Extremity of griefs would make men mad; And I have read, that Hecuba of Troy Ran mad through sorrow: That made me to fear; Although, my lord, I know, my noble aunt Loves me as dear as e'er my mother did, And would not, but in fury, fright my youth: Which made me down to throw my books, and fly; Causeless, perhaps: But pardon me, sweet aunt: [Lavinia turns over the books which Lucius Tit. How now, Lavinia?-Marcus, what means this? Some book there is that she desires to see:- than one Confederate in the fact;-Ay, more there was:Or else to heaven she heaves them for revenge. Tit. Lucius, what book is that she tosseth so? Boy. Grandsire, 'tis Ovid's Metamorphosis; My mother gave't me. Mar. For love of her that's gone, Perhaps she cull'd it from among the rest. Help her: What would she find?-Lavinia, shall I read? And treats of Tereus' treason, and his rape; Mar. See, brother, see; note, how she quotes the leaves. Tit. Lavinia, wert thou thus surpriz'd, sweet girl, Ravish'd, and wrong'd, as Philomela was, Forc'd in the ruthless, vast, and gloomy woods?See, see! - Ay, such a place there is, where we did hunt, Tit. Give signs, sweet girl,-for here are none but friends, What Roman lord it was durst do the deed: Mar. Sit down, sweet niece;-brother, sit down by me. Apollo, Pallas, Jove, or Mercury, Inspire me, that I may this treason find!- [He writes his name with his staff, and guides it |