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Accompanied with a barbarous Moor,
Enter Tamora.

If foui desire had not conducted you ?
Tam. My lovely Aaron, wherefore look’st thou sad, Lav. And, being intercepted in your spor,
When every thing doth make a gleeful boast ? Great reason that my noble lord be rated
The birds chaunt melody on every bush;

For sauciness.-I pray you, let us hence, The snake lies rolled in the cheerful sun;

And let her 'joy her raven-colour'd love; The green leaves quiver with the cooling wind, This valley fits the purpose passing well. And make a chequer'd shadow on the ground: Bas. The king, my brother, shall have note of this. Under their sweet shade, Aaron, let us sit,

Lav. Ay, for these slips have made him noted And-whilst the babbling echo mocks the bounds,

long : Replying shrilly to the well-tun'd homs,

Good king! to be so mightily abus'd ! As if a double hunt were heard at once,

Tam. Why have I patience to endure all this? Let us sit down, and mark their yelling noise : And after conflict, such as was suppos’d

Enter Chiron and DEMETRIUS. The wandering prince of Dido once enjoy'd, Dem. How now, dear sovereign, and our gracious When with a happy storm they were surpriz’d,

mother, And curtain'd with a counsel-keeping cave, Why doth your highness look so pale and wan ? We may, each wreathed in the other's arms,

Tam. Have I not reason, think you, to look pale ? Our pastimes done, possess a golden slumber; These two have 'tic'd me hither to this place, Whiles bounds, and horns, and sweet melodious birds, A barren detested vale you see, it is: Be unto us, as is a nurse's song

The trees, though summer, yet forlorn and lean, Of lullaby, to bring her babe asleep.

O’ercome with moss, and baleful misletoe. Aar. Madam, though Venus govern your desires, Here never shines the sun ; here nothing breeds Saturn is dominator over mine :

Unless the nightly owl, or fatal raven. What signifies my deadly-standing eye,

And, when they show'd me this abhorred pit, My silence, and my cloudy melancholy?

They told me, here, at dead time of the night, My fleece of woolly hair that now uncurls,

A thousand fiends, a thousand hissing snakes, Even as an adder, when she doth unroll

Ten thousand swelling toads, as many urchins, To do some fatal execution ?

Would make such fearful and confused cries, No, madam, these are no venereal signs;

As any mortal body, hearing it, Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, Should straight fall mad, or else die suddenly. Blood and revenge are hammering in my

head. No sooner had they told this hellish tale, Hark, Tamora,—the empress of my soul,

But straight they told me, they would bind me here Which never hopes more heaven than sts in thee, Unto the body of a dismal yew; This is the day of doom for Bassianus;

And leave me to this miserable death. His Philomel must lose her tongue to-day :

And then they call'a me, foul adulteress, Thy sons make pillage of her chastity,

Lascivious Goth, and all the bitterest terms
And wash their hands in Bassianus' blood.

That ever ear did hear to such effect,
Seest thou this letter? take it up, I pray thee, And, had you not by wondrous fortune come,
And give the king this fatal-plotted scroll:- This vengeance on me had they executed :
Now question me no more, we are espied ;

Revenge it, as you love your mother's life,
Here comes a parcel of our hopeful booty,

Or be ye not henceforth call'd my children. Which dreads not yet their lives' destruction.

Dem. This is a witness that I am thy son. Tam. Ah, my sweet Moor, sweeter to me than life!

[Stabs BASSIANUS. Aar. No more, great empress, Bassianus comes : Chi. And this from me, struck home to show my Be cross with him; and I'll go fetch thy sons


(Stabbing him likewise. To back thy quarrels, whatsoe'er they be. [Erit. Lav. Ay, come, Semiramis,-nay, barbarous Ta.

mora ! Enter BASSIANUS and LAVINIA,

For no name fits thy nature but thy own! [boy Bas. Who have we here ? Rome's royal emperess,

Tam. Give me thy poniard; you shall know, n. Unfurnish'd of her well-beseeming troop?

Your mother's hand shall right your mother's wrong. Or is it Dian, habited like her;

Dem. Stay, madam, here is more belongs to her Who hath abandoned her holy grove.,

First, thrash the corn, then after burn the straw: To see the general hunting in this forest ?

This minion stood upon her chastity, Tam. Saucy controller of our private steps ! Upon her nuptial vow, her loyalty, Had I the power, that, some say, Dian had, And with that painted hope braves your mightiness : Thy temples should be planted presently

And shall she carry this unto her grave ? With horns, as was Actæon's; and the hounds Chi. An if she do, I would I were an eunuch. Should drive upon thy gew-transformed limbs, Drag hence her husband to some secret hole, Unmannerly intruder as thou art!,

And make his dead trunk pillow to our lust. Lav. Under your patience, gentle emperess,

Tam. But when you have the honey you desire, 'Tis thought you have a goodly gift in horning; Let not this wasp outlive, us both to sting. And to be doubted, that your Moor and you

Chi. I warrant you, madam; we will make that Are singled forth to try experiments : Jove shield your husband from his hounds to-day! Come, mistress, now perforce we will enjoy "Tis pity, they should take him for a stag.

That nice-preserved honesty of yours. Bas. Believe me, queen, your swarth Cimmerian Lav. 0 Tamora! thou bear'st a woman's face, Doth make your honour of bis body's hue,

Tam. I will not hear her speak; away with her. Spotted, detested, and abominable.

· Lav. Sweet lords, entreat ber hear me but a word Why are you sequester'd from all your train ? Dem. Listen, fair madam: Let it be your glory Dismounted from your snow-white goodly steed, To see her tears; but be your heart to them, And wander'd bither to an obscure plot,

As unrelenting flint to drops of rain.


Lar. When did the tiger's young ones teach the Whose mnouth is cover'd with rude-growing briars; dam?

Upon whose leaves are drops of new-shed blood, 0, do not learn her wrath ; she taught it thee: As fresh as morning's dew distillid on flowers ? The milk, thou suck’dst from her, did turn to marble: A very fatal place it seems to me :Even at thy teat thou hadst thy tyranny.

Speak, brother, hast thou hurt thee with the fall ? Yet every mother breeds not sons alike;

Mart. O, brother, with the dismallest obiect Do thou entreat her show a woman pity.

That ever eye, with sight, made heart lament.

[ To Chiron. Aar. [ Aside.] Now will I fetch the king to find Chi. What! would'st thou have me prove myself

them here; a bastard ?

That he thereby may give a likely guess, Lav. 'Tis true; the raven doth not hatch a lark: How these were they that made away his brother. Yet I have heard, (0 could I find it now!)

(Erit AARON. The lion, mov'd with pity, did endure

Mart. Why dost not comfort me, and help me out To have his princely paws par'd all away.

From this unhallow'd and blood-stained hole? Some say that ravens foster forlorn children,

Quin. I am surprized with an uncouth fear: The whilst their own birds famish in their nests : A chilling sweat o'er-runs my trembling joints; O, be to me, though thy hard heart say no,

My heart suspects 'nore than mine eye can see. Nothing so kind, but something pitiful!

Mart. To prove thou hast a true-divining heart, Tam. I know not what it means ; away with her. Aaron and thou look down into this den, Lav. 0, let me teach thee : for my father's sake, And see a fearful sight of blood and death. That gave thee life, when well he might have slain Quin. Aaron is gone; and my compassionate heart thee,

Will pot permit mine eyes once to behold
Be not obdurate, open thy deaf ears.

The thing, whereat it trembles by surmise :
Tam. Had thou in person ne'er offended me, O, tell me how it is; for ne'er till now
Even for his sake am I pitiless :-

Was I a child, to fear I know not what.
Remember, boys, I pour'd forth tears in vain,

Mart. Lord Bassianus lies embrewed here, To save your brother from the sacrifice;

All on a heap, like to a slaughter'd lamb, But fierce Andronicus would not relent.

In this detested, dark, blood-drinking pit. Therefore away with her, and use her as you will; Quin, If it be dark, how dost thou know 'tis he! The worse to her, the better loy'd of me.

Mart. Upon his bloody finger he doth wear Lav. O Tamora, be call'd a gentle queen, A precious ring, that lightens all the hole, And with thine own hands kill me in this place: - Which, like a taper in some monument, For 'tis not life, that I have begg'd so long; Doth shine upon the dead mav's earthly cheeks, Poor I was slain, when Bassianus died. (me go. And shows the ragged entrails of this pit :

Tam. What begg'st thou then ? fond woman, let So pale did shine the moon on Pyramus,

Lav. 'Tis present death I beg; and one thing more, When he by night lay bath'd in maiden blood. That womanhood denies my tongue to tell :

O brother, help me with thy fainting band, O, keep me from their worse than killing lust, If fear hath made thee faint, as me it hath, And tumble me into some loathsome pit;

Out of this fell devouring receptacle, Where never man's eye may behold my body: As hateful as Cocytus' misty mouth. Do this, and be a charitable murderer.

Quin. Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee out Tam. So should I rob my sweet sons of their fee: Or, wanting strength to do thee so much good, No, let them satisfy their lust on thee.

I may be pluck'd into the swallowing womb Dem, Away, for thou hast staid us here too long. Of this deep pit, poor Bassianus' grave. Lav. No grace ? no womanhood ? Ah, beastly I have no strength to pluck thee to the brink. creature !

Mart. Nor I no strength to climb without thy help The blot and enemy to our general name!

Quin. Thy hand once more; I will not loose agaiii, Confusion fall

Till thou art here aloft, or I below : Chi. Nay, then I'll stop your mouth :--Bring thou Thou canst not come to me, I come to thee. (Falls in

ber husband ; [Dragging off LAVINIA. This is the hole where Aaron bid us hide him.

Enter SATURNINUS and AARON. (Ereunt.

Sat. Along with me :-I'll see what hole is here Tam. Farewell, my sons: see, that you make her And what he is, that now is leap'd into it.

Say, who art thou, that lately didst descend
Ne'er let my heart know merry cheer indeed, Into this gaping hollow of the earth ?
Till all the Andronici be made away.

Marl. The unhappy son of old Andronicus; Now will I hence to seek my lovely Moor,

Brought hither in a most unlucky hour, And let my spleenful sons this trull deflour. (Exit. To find thy brother Bassianus dead.

Sat. My brother dead ? I know, thou dost but jest: SCENE IV.-The same.

He and his lady both are at the lodge,

Upon the north side of this pleasant chase; Enter Aaron, with Quintus and MARTIUS. 'Tis not an hour since I left him there. Aar. Come on, my lords; the better f.ot before : Mart. We know not where you left him all alive, Straight will I bring you to the loathsome pit, But, out alas ! here have we found him dead. Where I espy'd the panther fast asleep. Quin. My sight is very dull, whate’er it bodes.

Enter Tamora, with Attendants; Titus ANDROMart. And mine, I promise you; were't not for

NICUS, and Lucius. shame,

Tam. Where is my lord, the king ? igrier. Well could I leave our sport to sleep awhile. Sat. Here, Tamora ; though griev'd with killing

(MARTius falls into the pit. Tam. Where is thy brother Rassianus ? Quin. What art thou fallen? What subtle hole Sat. Now to the bottom dost thou scarch my is this,


sure :


Poor Bassianus here lies murdered.

Cousin, a word; Where is your husband ?Tam. Then all too late I bring this fatal writ, If I do dream, 'would all my wealth would wake me!

[Giviny a letter. If I do wake, some planet strike me down, The complot of this timeless tragedy;

That I may slumber in eternal sleep!And wonder greatly, that man's face can fold Speak, gentle niece, what stern ungentle hands In pleasing smiles such murderous tyranny. Have lopp'd, and hew'd, and made thy body bare Sat. [Reads. An if we miss to meet him hand. Of her two branches ? those sweet ornaments, [in; somely,

Whose circling shadows kings have slought to sleep Sweet huntsman, Bassianus'tis, we mean,-

And might not gain so great a happiness, Do thou so much as dig the grave for him;

As half thy love? Why dost not speak to me?-Thou know'st our meaning: Look for thy reward Alas, a crimson river of warm blood, Among the nettles at the elder-tree,

Like to a bubbling fountain stirr'd with wind, Which overshades the mouth of that same pit, Doth rise and fall between thy rosed lips, Where we decreed to bury Bassianus.

Coming and going with thy honey breath. Do this, and purchase us thy lasting friends.

But, sure, some Tereus hath defloured thee; 0, Tamora! was ever heard the like?

And, lest thou should'st detect him, cut thy tongue. This is the pit, and this the elder-tree:

Ah, now thou turn’st away thy face for shame! Look, sirs, if you can find the huntsman out, And, notwithstanding all this loss of blood,That should have murder'd Bassianus here.

As from a conduit with three issuing spouts, Aar. My gracious lord, here is the bag of gold. Yet do thy cheeks look red as Titan's face,

(Showing it. Blushing to be encounter'd with a cloud. Sat. Two of thy whelps, (to Tit.] fell curs of' Shall I speak for thee ? shall I say, 'tis so? bloody kind,

10, that I knew thy heart; and knew the beast, Have here bereft my brother of his life :

That I might rail at him to ease my mind ! Sirs, drag them from the pit unto the prison; Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopp'd, There let them bide, until we have devis'd

Doth burn the heart to cinders where it is. Some never-heard-of torturing pain for them. Fair Philomela, she but lost her tongue, Tam. What, are they in this pit? O wond'rous And in a tedious sampler sew'd her mind : thing!

But, lovely niece, that mean is cut from thee; How easily murder is discovered !

A craftier Tereus hast thou met withal,
Tit. High emperor, upon my feeble knee And he hath cut those pretty fingers off,
I beg this boon, with tears not lightly shed, That could have better sew'd than Philomel.
That this fell fault of my accursed sons,

O, had the monster seen those lily hands
Accursed, if the fault be prov'd in them,-

Tremble, like aspen leaves, upon a lute, Sat. If it be prov'd! you see, it is apparent.-

And make the silken strings delight to kiss them; Who found this letter? Tamora, was it you ? He would not then have touch'd them for his life:

Tam. Andronicus himself did take it up. Or, had he heard the heavenly harmony,

Tit. I did, my lord: yet let me be their bail : Which that sweet tongue hath made, For by my father's reverend tomb, I vow, He would have dropp'd his knife, and fell asleep, They shall be ready at your highness' will, As Cerberus at the Thracian poet's feet. To answer their suspicion with their lives.

Come, let us go, and make thy father blind : Sát. Thou shalt not bail them; see, thou follow me. For such a sight will blind a father's eye: Some bring the murder'd body, some the murderers: One hour's storm will drown the fragrant meads; Let them not speak a word, the guilt is plain; What will whole months of tears thy father's eyes! For, by my soul, were there worse end than death, Do not draw back, for we will mourn with thee; That end upon them should be executed.

O, could our mourning ease thy misery! (Exeunh Tam. Andronicus, I will entreat the king; Fear not thy sons, they shall do well enough. Tit. Come, Lucius, come ; stay not to talk with them. (Exeunt severally,

SCENE V.- The same.

SCENE I.-Rome. A Street. vished; her hands cut off, and her tongue cut out.

Enter Senators, Tribunes, and Officers of justice, Dem. So, now go tell, an if thy tongue can speak,

with MARTIus and Quintus, bound, passing on to Who 'twas that cut thy tongue, and ravish'd thee. Chi.Write down thy mind, bewray thy meaning so;

the place of execution ; Titus going before, pleading. And, if thy stumps will let thee, play the scribe. Tit. Hear me, grave fathers! Doble tribunes, stay! Dem. See, how with signs and tokens she can For pity of mine age, whose youth was spent scowl.

Chands. In dangerous wars, whilst you securely slept; Chi. Go home, call for sweet water, wash thy' For all my blood in Rome's great quarrel shed; Dem. She hath no tongue to call, nor hands to For all the frosty nights that I have watch'd;

And for these bitter tears, which now you see And so let's leave her to her silent walks.

Filling the aged wrinkles in my cheeks;
Chi. An’twere my case, I should go hang myself. Be pitiful to my condemned sons,
Dem. If thou hadst hands to help thee, knit the Whose souls are not corrupted as 'tis thought!
cord. [Exevni DEMETRIUS and Chiron. For two and twenty sons I never wept,

Because they died in honour's lofty bed.

For these these tribunes, in the dust I write
Mar. Who's this, --my niece, that flies away so

[Throucing himself on the ground. fast?

My heart's deep languor, and my soul's sad tear.


Let my tears stanch the earth's dry appetite; Luc. Speak, gentle sister, who hath martyr'd My sons' sweet blood will make it shame and blush.

thee? (Ereunt Sen., Trib., &c. with the prisoners. Mar. O, that delightful engine of her thoughts, O earth, I will befriend thee more with rain, That blab'd them with such pleasing eloquence, That shall distil from these two ancient urns, Is torg from forth that pretty hollow cage; Than youthful April shall with all his showers : Where, like a sweet melodious bird, it sung In summer's drought, I'll drop upon thee still ; Sweet varied notes, enchanting every ear! In winter, with warm tears I'll melt the snow, Luc. O, say thou for her, who hath done this deed? And keep eternal spring-time on thy face,

Mar. O, thus I found her, straying in the park, So thou refuse to drink my dear sons' blood. Seeking to hide herself; as doth the deer,

That hath receiv'd some unrecuring wound.
Enter Lucius, with his sword drawn.

Tit. It was my deer; and he that wounded her, O, reverend tribunes! gentle aged men!

Hath hurt me more, than had he kill'd ine dead : Unbind my sons, reverse the doom of death; For now I stand as one upon a rock, And let me say, that never wept before,

Environ'd with a wilderness of sea; My tears are now prevailing orators.

Who marks the waxing tide grow wave by wave, Luc. O, noble father, you lament in vain ; Expecting ever when some envious surge The tribunes hear you not, no man is by,

Will in his brinish bowels swallow him. And you recount your sorrows to a stone.

This way to death my wretched sons are gone; Tit. Ah, Lucius, for thy brothers let me plead : Here stands my other son, a banish'd man ; Grave tribunes, once more I entreat of you. And here my brother, weeping at my woes;

Luc. Mygracious lord, no tribune hears you speak. But that which gives my soul the greatest spura

Tit. Why, 'tis no matter, man : if they did hear, Is dear Lavinia, dearer than my soul.They would not mark me; or, if they did mark, Had I but seen thy picture in this plight, All bootless to them, they'd not pity me.

It would have madded me; What shall I do Therefore I tell my sorrows to the stones;

Now I beho!d thy lively body so ? Who, though they cannot answer my distress, Thou hast no hands, to wipe away thy tears; Yet in some sort they're better than the tribunes Nor tongue, to tell me who hath martyr'd thee: For that they will not intercept my tale:

Thy husband he is dead; and, for his death, When I do weep, they humbly at my feet

Thy brothers are condemn'd, and dead by this : Receive my tears, and seem to weep with me; Look, Marcus! ah, son Lucius, look on her! And, were they but attired in grave weeds, When I did name her brothers, then fresh tears Rome could afford no tribune like to these.

Stood on her cheeks; as doth the honey dew
A stone is soft as wax,tribunes more hard than stones: Upon a gather'd lily almost wither'd.
A stone is silent, and offendeth not;

Mar. Perchance, she weeps because they killid And tribunes with their tongues doom men to death.

her husband : But wherefore stand’st thou with thy weapon drawn? Perchance, because she knows them innocent.

Luc. To rescue my two brothers from their death: Tit. If they did kill thy husband, then be joyful,
For which attempt, the judges have pronounc'd Because the law hath ta'en revenge on them.-
My everlasting doom of banishment.

No, no, they would not do so foul a deed;
Tit. O happy man! they have befriended thee. Witness the sorrow that their sister makes.-
Why, foolish Lucius, dost thou not perceive, Gentle Lavinia, let me kiss thy lips;
That Rome is but a wilderness of tigers ?

Or make some sign how I may do thee ease: Tigers must prey; and Rome affords no prey, Shall thy good uncle, and thy brother Lucius, But me and mine: How happy art thou then, And thou, and I, sit round about some fountain; From these devourers to be banish'd ?

Looking all downwards, to behold our cheeks But who comes with our brother Marcus here? How they are stain’d; like meadows, yet not dry

With miry slime left on them by a flood ?
Enter Marcus and LAVINIA.

And in the fountain shall we gaze so long,
Mar. Titus, prepare thy noble eyes to weep;

Till the fresh taste be taken from that clearness, Or, if not so, thy noble heart to break;

And made a brine-pit with our bitter tears ? I bring consuming sorrow to thine age.

Or shall we cut away our hands, like thine ? Tit. Will it consume me? let me see it then. Or shall we bite our tongues, and in dumb shows Mar. This was thy daughter.

Pass the remainder of our hateful days? Tit. Why, Marcus, so she is.

What shall we do? let us, that have our tongues, Luc. Ah me! this object kills me!

Plot some device of further misery,
Tit. Faint-hearted boy, arise, and look upon her : To make us wonder'd at in time to come.
Speak, my Lavinia, what accursed hand

Luc. Sweet father, cease your tears; for, at your Hath made thee handless in thy father's sight ?

grief, What fool hath added water to the sea ?

See, how my wretched sister sobs and weeps. Or brought a faggot to bright-burning Troy?

Mar. Patienc dear niece :--good Titus, dry My grief was at the height, before thou camist, And now, like Nilus, it disdaineth bounds.

Tit. Ah, Marcus, Marcus! brother, well I wot, Give me a sword, I'll chop off my hands too; Thy napkin cannot drink a tear of mine, For they have fought for Rome, and all in vain ; For thou, poor man, hast drown'd it with thine own. And they have nurs'd this woe, in feeding life; Luc. Ah, my Lavinia, I will wipe thy cheeks. Iu bootless prayer have they been held up,

Tit. Mark, Marcus, mark! I understand her And they have serv'd me to effectless use :

signs: Now, all the service I require of them

Had she a tongue to speak, now would she say Is, that the one will help to cut the other. - That to her brother which I said to thee; 'Tis well, Lavinia, that thou hast no hands; His napkin, with his true tears all bewet, Por hands, to do Rome service, are but vain. Can do no service on her sorrowful cheeks.

thine eyes.

O, what a sympathy of woe is this?

To that I call :- What, wilt thou kneel with me ? As far from help as limbo is from bliss !

[ To LAVINIA. Do then, dear heart; for heaven shall hear our Enter Aaron.

prayers : Aar. Titus Andronicus, my lord the emperor Or with cur sighs we'll breathe the welkin dim, Sends thee this word, -That if thou love thy sons, And stain the sun with fog, as sometime clouds, Let Marcus, Lucius, or thyself, old Titus,

When they do hug him in their melting bosoms. Or any one of you, chop off your hand,

Mar. 01 brother, speak with possibilities, And send it to the king : he, for the same,

And do not break into these deep extremes. Will send thee bither both thy sons alive;

Tit. Is not my sorrow deep, having no bottom ? And that shall be the ransome for their fault. Then be my passions bottomless with them.

Tit, 0, gracious emperor! O, gentle Aaron! Mar. But yet let reason govern thy lament. Did ever raven sing so like a lark,

Tit. If there were reason for these miseries, That gives sweet tidings of the sun's uprise ? Then into limits could I bind my woes : [flow? With all mv heart, I'll send the emperor

When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'er. My hand;

If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad, Good Aaron, wilt thou help to chop it off ? Threat’ning the welkin with his big-swoln face?

Luc, Stay, father : for that noble hand of thine, And wilt thou have a reason for this coil ?
That hath thrown down so many enemies,

I am the sea; hark, how her sighs do blow!
Shall not be sent: my hand will serve the turn: She is the weeping welkin, I the earth;
My youth can better spare my blood than you : Then must my sea be moved with her sighs ;
And therefore mine shall save my brothers' lives. Then must my earth with her continual tears
Mar. Which of your hands hath not defended Become a deluge, overflow'd and drown'd:

For why? my bowels cannot hide her woes,
And rear'd aloft the bloody battle-axe,

But like a drunkard must I vomit them. Writing destruction on the enemy's castle ? Then give me leave; for losers will have leave 0, none of both but are of high desert :

To ease their stomachs with their bitter tongues. My hand hath been but idle; let it serve To ransome my two nephews from their death; Enter a Messenger with two heads and a hard Then have I kept it to a worthy end.

Mess. Worthy Andronicus, ill art thou repaid Aar. Nay, come agree, whose hand shall go along, For that good hand thou sent'st the emperor. For fear they die before their pardon come. Here are the heads of thy two noble sons ; Mar. My hand shall go.

And here's thy hand, in scorn to thee sent back; Luc.

By heaven, it shall not go. Thy griefs their sports, thy resolution mock'd: Tit. Sirs, strive no more ; such wither'd herbs as That woe is me to think upon thy woes, these

More than remembrance of my father's death. [Erit. Are meet for plucking up, and therefore mine. Mar. Now let hot Ætna cool in Sicily,

Luc. Sweet father, if I shall be thought thy son, And be my heart an ever-burning hell!
Let me redeem my brothers both from death. These miseries are more than may be borne !

Mar. And, for our father's sake, and mother's care, To weep with them that weep doth ease some deal, Now let me show a brother's love to thee.

But sorrow flouted at is double death. (wound, Tit. Agree between you; I will spare my hand. Luc. Ab, that this sight should make so deep a Luc. Then I'll go fetch an axe.

And yet detested life not shrink thereat! Mar.

But I will use the axe. That ever death should let life bear his name,

(Ereunt Lucius and Marcus. Where life hath no more interest but to breathe! Tit. Come hither, Aaron ; I'll deceive them both;

(LAVINIA kisses nim. Lend me thy hand, and I will give thee mine. Mar. Alas, poor heart, that kiss is comfortless,

Aar. If that be call?d deceit, I will be honest, As frozen water to a starved snake. And never, whilst I live, deceive men so :

Tit. When will this fearful slumber have an end ? But I'll deceive you in another sort,

Mar. Now, farewell, flattery: Die, Andronicus; And that you'll say, ere half an hour can pass. (Aside. Thou dost not slumber: see, thy two sons' heads ; (He cuts off'Titus's hand. Thy warlike hand; thy mangled danghter here;

Thy other banish'd son, with this dear sight
Enter Lucius and Marcus.

Struck pale and bloodless; and thy brother, I, Tit. Now, stay your strife ; what shall be, is de- Even like a stony image, cold and numb. spatch'd.

Ahl now no more will I control thy griefs : Good Aaron, give his majesty my hand :

Rent off thy silver hair, thy other hand Tell him, it was a hand that warded him

Gnawing with thy teeth; and be this dismal sight From thousand dangers; bid him bury it; The closing up of our most wretched eyes ! More hath it merited, that let it have.

Now is a time to storm; why art thou still ? As for my sons, say, I account of them

Tit. Ha, ha, ha!

[hour. As jewels purchas'd at an easy price;

Mar. Why dost thou laugh? it fits not with this And yet dear too, because I bought mine own. Tit. Why, I have not another tear to shed:

Aar. I go, Andronicus: and for thy hand, Besides, this sorrow is an enemy,
Look by and by to have thy sons with thee: And would usurp upon my wat’ry eyes,
Their heads I mean.-0, how this villainy (Aside. And make them blind with tributary tears;
Doth fat me with the very thoughts of it!

Then which way shall I find revenge's cave?
Let fools do good, and fair men

call for grace, For these two heads do seem to speak to me; Aaron will have his soul black like his face. [Exit. And threat me, I shall never come to bliss,

Tit. O, here I lift this one hand up to heaven, Till all these mischiefs be return'd again, And bow this feeble ruin to the earth :

Even in their throats that have committed them. V any power pities wretched tears

Come, let me see what task I have to do.

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