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As much as ever Coriolanus did.

Be bold in us : we'll follow where thou lead'st, Sut. Is warlike Lucius general of the Goths ? Like stinging bees in hottest summer's day, These tidings nip me ; and I hang the head Led by their master to the flower'd fields, As flowers with frost, or grass beat down with storms. And be aveng'd on cursed Tamora. Ay, now begin our sorrows to approach :

Goths. And, as he saith, so say we all with him 'Tis he, the common people love so much;

Luc. I humbly thank him, and I thank you all. Myself hata often over-heard them say,

But who comes here, led by a lusty Goth ? (When I have walked like a private man,) That Lucius' banishment was wrongfully,

Enter a Goth, leading AARON, wrth his child in his And they have wish'd that Lucius were their emperor. Tam. Why should you fear? is not your city 2 Goth. Renowned Lucius, from our troops I strong ?

stray'), Sai. Ay, but the citizens favour Lucius; To gaze upon a ruinous monastery; And will revolt from me, to succour him.

And as I earnestly did fix mine eye Tam. King, be thy thoughts imperious, like thy Upon the wasted building, suddenly

I heard a child cry underneath a wall: Is the sun dimm'd, that gnats do fly in it?

I made unto the noise; when soon I heard The eagle suffers little birds to sing,

The crying babe controllid with this discourse : And is not careful what they mean thereby; Peace, tawny slave ; half me, and half thy dam! Knowing that, with the shadow of bis wings, Did not thy hue bewray whose brat thou art, He can at pleasure stint their melody:

Had nature lent thee but thy mother's look, Even so may'st thou the giddy men of Rome. Villain, thou might'st have been an emperor : Then cheer thy spirit: for know, thou emperor,

But where the bull and cow are both milk-white, I will enchant' the old Andronicus,

They nerer do beget a coal-black calf. With words more sweet, and yet more dangerous, Peace, villain, peace !-even thus he rates the babe, Than baits to fish, or honey-stalks to sheep; For I must bear thee to a trusty Goth; When as the one is wounded with the bait, Who, when he knows thou art the empress' babe, The other rotted with delicious feed.

Will hold thee dearly for thy mother's sake. Sat. But he will not entreat bis son for us. With this, my weapon drawn, I rush'd upon him,

Tam, If Tamora entreat him, then he will : Surpriz’d him suddenly; and brought him hither, For I can smooth, and fill his aged ear

To use as you think weedful of the man. With golden promises : that were his heart

Luc. O worthy Goth! this is the incarnate depil, Almost impregnable, his old ears deaf,

That robb’d Andronicus of his good hand : Yet should both ear and heart obey my tongue.

This is the pearl that pleas'd your empress' eye; Go thou before, be our embassador: [ To Æmilius. And here's the base fruit of his burning lust.Say, that the emperor requests a parley

Say, wall-ey'd slave, whither would'st thou convey of warlike Lucius, and appoint the meeting, This growing image of thy fiend-like face ? Even at his father's house, the old Andronicus. Why dost not speak ? What! deaf? No; not a word ?

Sat. Æinilius, do this message honourably: A halter, soldier; hang him on this tree, And if he stand on hostage for his safety,

And by his side bis fruit of bastardy. Bid him demand what pledge will please him best, Aar. Touch not the boy, he is of royal blood. Æmil. Your bidding shall I do effectually.

Luc. Too like the sire for ever being good.

(Erit ÆMILIUS. First, hang the child, that he may see it sprawl; Tam. Now will I to that old Andronicus ; A sight to vex the father's soul withal. And temper him, with all the art I have,

Give me a ladder. To pluck proud Lucius from the warlike Goths.

(A ladder brought, which AARON is obliged to: And now, sweet emperor, be blithe again

ascend. And bury all thy fear in my devices.


Lucius, save the child; Sat. Then go successfully, and plead to him.

And bear it from me to the emperess.
[Ereunt. If thou do this, I'll show thee wond'rous things,

That highly may advantage thee to hear.
If thou wilt not, befall what may befall,
I'll speak no more; But vengeance rot you all!

Luc. Say on; and, if it please me which thou

speak'st, Thy child shall live, and I will see it nourish'd.

Aar. An if it please thee? why, assure thee, Lucius SCENE J.-Plains near Rome.

'Twill vex thy soul to hear what I shall speak; Enter Lucics and Goths, with drum and colours.

For I must talk of murders, rapes, and massacres,

Acts of black night, abominable deeds, Luc. Approved warriors, and my faithful friends, Complots of mischief, treason ; villainies I have received letters from great Rome,

Ruthful to hear, yet piteously perform’d: Which signify, what hate they bear their emperor, And this shall all be buried by my death, And how desirous of our sight they are.

Unless thou swear to me, my child shall live, Therefore, great lords, be, as your titles witness, Luc. Tell on thy miud; I say, thy child shall live Imperious, and impatient of your wrongs ;

Aar. Swear, that he shall, and then I will begin And, wherein Rome hath done you any scath, Luc. Who should I swear by ? thou believ'st no Let him make treble satisfaction.


god; I Goth. Brave slip, sprung from the great Andro- That granted, how canst thou believe an oath? Whose name was once our terror, now our comfort; Aar. What if I do not ? as, indeed, I do not : Whose high exploits, and honourable deeds, Yet,-for I know thou art religious, lograteful Rome requites with foul contempt, And hast a thing within thee, called conscience


And twenty popish tricks and ceremonies,

Luc. Bring down the devil; for he must not die
Which I have seen thee careful to observe, So sweet a death, as hanging presently.
Therefore I urge thy oath ;-For that, I know, Aar. If there be devils, 'would I were a devil,
An idiot holds his bauble for a god,

To live and burn in everlasting fire;
And keeps the oath, which by that god he swears; So I might have your company in hell,
To that I'll urge him:-Therefore, thou shalt vow But to torment you with my bitter tongue ?
By that same god, what god soe'er it be,

Luc. Sirs, stop his mouth, and let him speak no
That thou ador’st, and wast in reverence,
To save my boy, to nourish, and bring him up;

Enter a Goth.
Or else I will discover pought to thee.

Luc. Even by my god, I swear to thee I will. Goth. My lord, there is a messenger from Rome,
Aar. First, know thou, I begot him on the empress. Desires to be admitted to your presence
Luc. O most insatiate, luxurious woman!

Luc. Let bim come near.-
Aar. Tut, Lucius! this was but a deed of charity,
To that which thou shalt hear of me anon,

Enter ÆMILIUS. "Twas her two sons, that murder'd Bassianus : Welcome, Æmilius, what's the news from Rome? They cut thy sister's tongue, and ravish'd her, Æmil. Lord Lucius, and you, princes of the Goths, And cut her hands; and trimm'd her as thou saw'st. The Roman einperor greets you all by me: Luc. O, détestable villain! call'st thou that trim- And, for hc understands you are in arms ming!

He craves a parley at your father's house, Aar. Why, she was wash'd, and cut, and trimm'd; Willing you to demand your hostages, and 'twas

And they shall be immediately deliver'd. Trim sport for them that had the doing of it.

I Goth. What says our general ? Luc. 0, barbarous, beastly villains, like thyself! Luc. Æmilius, let the emperor give his pledges

Aar. Indeed, I was their tutor to instruct them; Unto my father and my uncle Marcus, That codding spirit had they from their mother And we will come.—March away.

Ereunt As sure a card as ever won the set; Taat bloody mind, I think, they learn'd of me, SCENE II.—Rome. Before Titus's House, As true a dog as ever fought at head. Well, let iny deeds be witness of my worth.

Enter Tamora, CHIRON, and DEMETRIUS, disguised. I train'd thy brethren to that guileful hole,

Tam. Thus, in this strange and sad habilimen:, Where the dead corpse of Bassianus lay:

I will encounter with Andronicus; I wrote the letter that thy father found,

And say, I am Revenge, sent from below, And hid the gold within the letter mention'd, To join with him, and right his heinous wrongs. Confederate with the queen, and her two sons; Knock at his study, where, they say, he keeps, And what not done, that thou hast cause to rue, To ruminate strange plots of dire revenge; Wherein I had no stroke of mischief in it?

Tell him, Revenge is come to join with him, I play'd the cheater for thy father's hand;

And work confusion on his enemies. (They knock And, when I had it, drew myself apart, And almost broke my heart with extreme laughter.

Enter Titus, above. I pry'd me through the crevice of a wall,

Tit. Who doth molest my contemplation ?
When, for his hand, he had his two sons' heads; Is it your trick, to make me ope the door ;
Beheld his tears, and laugh'd so heartily,

That so my sad decrees may fly away,
That both mine eyes were rainy like to his; And all my study be to no effect ?
And when I told the empress of this sport,

You are deceiy'd: for what I mean to do,
She swounded almost at my pleasing tale,

See here, in bloody lines I have set down;
And, for my tidings, gave me twenty kisses. And what is written shall be executed.
Goth. What! canst thou say all this, and never Tam. Titus, I am come to talk with thee.
blush ?

Tit. No; not a word : How can I grace my talk
Aar. Ay, like a black dog, as the saying is. Wanting a hand to give it action ?
Luc. Art thou not sorry for these heinous deeds ? Thou hast the odds of me, therefore no more.

Aar. Ay, that I had not done a thousand more. Tam. If thou did’st know me, thou would'st talk Even now I curse the day, (and yet, I think,

with me. Few come within the compass of my curse,)

Tit. I am not mad; I know thee well enough: Wherein I did not some notorious ill:

Witness this wretched stump, these crimson lines; As kill a man, or else devise his death;

Witness these trenches, made by grief and care; Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it;

Witness the tiring day, and heavy night;
Accuse somt innocent, and forswear myself: Witness all sorrow, that I know thee well
Set deadly enmity between two friends;

For our proud empress, mighty Tamora :
Make poor men's cattle break their necks; Is not thy coming for my other hand ?
Set fire on barns and hay-stacks in the night,


Know thou, sad man, I am not Tamora And bid the owners quench them with their tears. She is thy enemy, and I thy friend : Oft have I digg'd up dead men from their graves, I am Revenge; sent from the infernal kingdom, And set them upright at their dear friends doors, To ease the gnawing vulture of thy mind, Even when their sorrows almost were forgot; By working wreakful vengeance on thy foes. And on their skins, as on the bark of trees,

Come down, and welcome me to this world's light;
Have with my knife carved in Roman letters, Confer with me of murder and of death .
Let not your surrow die, thouyh I am dead.

There's not a hollow cave, or lurking-place,
Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful things, No vast obscurity, or misty vale,
As willingly as one would kill a fly;

Where bloody murder, or detested rape,
And nothi ig grieves me heartily indeed

Can couch for fear, but I will find them out; Bóit that I cannot do ten thousand more

and in their ears tell them my dreadful name,

Revenge, which makes the foul offender quake. For up and down sharth resemble thee;

Tit. Art thou Revenge ? and art thou sent to me, I pray thee, do on them some violent death,
To be a torment to mine enemies ?

They have been violent to me and mine.
Tam. I am; therefore come down, and welcome me. Tam. Well bast thou lessou'd us; this shall we do.

Tit. Do me some service, ere I come to thee. But would it please thee, good Andronicus,
Lo. by thy side where Rape, and Murder, stands; To send for Lucius, thy thrice valiant son,
Now give some 'surance that thou art Revenge, Who leads towards Rome a band of warlike Goths
Stab them, or tear them on thy chariot wheels. And bid hiin come and banquet at thy housé :
And then I'll come, and be thy waggoner,

When he is here, even at thy solemn feast,
And whirl along with thee about the globes I will bring in the empress and her sons,
Provide thee proper palfries, black as jet,

The emperor hiinself, and all thy foes;
To hale thy vengeful waggon swift away,

And at thy mercy shall they stoop and kneel,
And find out murderers in their guilty caves : And on them shalt thou ease thy angry heart.
And when thy car is loaden with their heads, What says Andronicus to this device i
I will dismount, and by the waggon wheel

Tit. Marcus, my brother!—'tis sad Titus calls.
Trot, like a servile footman, all day long;
Even from Hyperion's rising in the east,

Until his

downfall in the sea.

Go, gentle Marcus, to thy nephew Lucius;
And day by day I'll do this heavy task,

Thou shalt inquire him out among the Goths; So thou destroy Rapine and Murder there.

Bid him repair to me, and bring with him Tam. These are my ministers, and come with me. Some of the chiefest princes of the Goths ;

Tit. Are they thy ministers? what are they call’d? Bid him encamp his soldiers where they are: Tam. Rapine, and Murder; therefore called so, Tell him, the emperor and the empress too 'Cause they take vengeance of such kind of men.

Feast at my house: and he shall feast with them. Tit. Good lord, how like the empress' sons they This do thou for my love; and so let him, are !

As he regards his aged father's life. And you, the empress ! But we worldly men

Mar. This will I do, and soon return again. (Exit. Have miserable, mad, mistaking eyes.

Tam. Now will I hence about thy business, O sweet Revenge, now do I come to thee :

And take my ministers along with me. And, if one arm's embracement will content thee :

Tit. Nay, nay, let rape and murder stay with me
I will embrace thee in it by and by.

Or else I'll call my brother back again,
[Erit Titus from above. And cleave to no revenge but Lucius. him,
Tam. This closing with him fits his lunacy: Tam. What say you, boys ? will you abide with
Whate'er I forge, to feed his brain-sick fits, Whiles I go tell my lord the emperor,
Do you uphold and maintain

in your speeches. How I have govern'd our determin'd jest ? For now he firmly takes me for Revenge ;

Yield to his humour, smooth and speak bim fair, And, being credulous in this mad thought,

(Aside. l'H make him send for Lucius, his son ;

And tarry with him, till I come again.
And, wbilsi I at a banquet hold him sure,

Tit. I know them all, though they suppose me
I'll find some cunning practice out of hand,
To scatter and disperse the giddy Goths,

And will o'er-reach them in their own devices,
Or, at the least, make them his enemies.

A pair of cursed hell-hounds, and their dain. See, here he comes, and I must ply my theme.

(Aside. Dem. Madam, depart at pleasure, leave us here. Enter Titus.

Tam. Farewell, Andronicus: Reveuge now goes Tit. Long have I been forlorn, and all for thee : To lay a complot to betray thy foes. (Exit Tamora. Welcome, dread fury, to my woeful house;

Tit. I know thou dost; and sweet Revenge, Rapine, and Murder, you are welcome too :

farewell. How like the empress and her sons you are !

Chi. Tell us, old man, how shall we be employ'd ? Well are you fitted, had you but a Moor:

Tit. Tut, I have work enough for you to do. -
Could not all hell afford you such a devil ?

Publius, cume hither, Caius, and Valentine
For, well I wot, the empress never wags,
But in her company there is a Moor;

Enter Publius and others.
And, would you represent our queen aright,
It were convenient you had such a devil:

Pub. What's your will ?
But welcome, as you are.
What shall we do ?


Know you these two ? Tam. What would'st thou have us do, Andronicus? Pub.

Th' empress' sons, Dem. Show me a murderer, I'll deal with him. I take them, Chiron and Demetrius. (ceivd;

Chi. Show me a villain, that hath done a rape, Tit. Fye, Publius, fye! thou art too much deAnd I am sent to be reveng'd on him. (wrong, The one is Murder, Rape is the other's name

Tam. Show me a thousand, that have done thee And therefore bind them, gentle Publius;
And I will be revenged on them all.

Caius, and Valentine, lay hands on them :
Tit. Look round about the wicked streets of Oft have you heard me wish for such an hour,

And now I find it; therefore bind them sure;
And when thou find'st a man ihat's like thyself, And stop their mouths, if they begin to cry.
Good Murder, stab him; he's a murderer. -

(Exit Titus.-Publius, &c. lay hoid on Go thou with him; and, when it is by hap,

CHIRON and DEMETRIUS. To find another that is like to thee,

Chi. Villains, forbear; we are the empress' sons. Good Rapine, stab him; he is a ravisher.

Pub. And therefore do we what we are coin. Go thou with them; and in the emperor's court

manded.There is a queen, attended by a Moor;

Stop close their mouths, let them not speak a word • Well may'si thou know her by tby own proportion, Is he sure bound ? look that you bind them fast


(Re-enter Titus ANDRONICUS, with LAVINIA; she Luc. What boots it thee to call thyself a svp ! bearing a bason, and he a knife.

Mar. Rome's emperor, and nepher, break the Tit. Come, come, Lavinia : look, thy foes are

parle ; bound;

These quarrels must be quietly debated. Sirs, stop their mouths, let them not speak to me;

The feast is ready, which the careful Titus But let them hear what fearful words I utter.

Hath ordain'd to an honourable end, O villains, Chiron and Demetrius !


For peace, for love, for league, and good to Rome Here stands the spring whom you have stain'à with Please you, therefore, draw nigh, and take you: This goodly summer with your winter mix’d.

places. You kill'd her husband; and, for that vile fault,

Sat, Marcus, we will. Two of her brothers were condemn'd to death :

(Hautboys sound. The company sit down at table. My hand cut off, and made a merry jest: Both her sweet hands, her tongue, and that more dear Enter Titus dressed like a cook, Lavinia, veiled, Than hands or tongue, her spotless chastity,

young Lucius, and others. Titus pluces the dishes

on the table. Inhuman traitors, you constrain'd and forc'a. What would you say, if I should let you speak ? Tit. Welcome, my gracious lord; welcome, dread Villains, for shame you could not beg for grace

queen; Hark, wretches, how I mean to martyr you. Welcome, ye warlike Gotha ; welcome Lacius; This one hand yet is left to cut your throats; And welcome, all : although the cheer be poor, Whilst that Lavinia 'tween her stumps doth hold "Twill fill your stomachs; plcase you eat of it. The bason, that receives your guilty blood.

Sat. Why art thou thus attir’d, Andronicus ? You know your mother means to feast with me, Tit. Because I would be sure to have all well, And calls herself, Revenge, and thinks me mad, - To entertain your highness, and your empress. Hark, villains, I will grind your bones to dust, Tam. We are beholden to you, good Andronicus. And with your blood and it, I'll make a paste ; Tit. An if your highness knew my heart, you were. And of the paste a coffin I will rear,

My lord the emperor, resolve me this; And make two pasties of your shameful heads; Was it well done of rash Virginius, And bid that strumpet, your unhallow'd dam, To slay his daughter with his own right hand, Like to the earth, swallow her own increase. Because she was enforc'd, stain'd, and deflour'd ? This is the feast that I have bid her to,

Sat. It was, Andronicus. And this the banquet she shall surfeit on;

Tit. Your reason, mighty lord ! shame, For worse than Philomel you us'd my daughter, Sat. Because the girl should not survive her "And worse than Progne I will be reveng'd: And by her presence still renew his sorrows. And now prepare your throats.- Lavinia, come, Tit. A reason mighty, strong, and effectual;

[He cuts their throuls

. A pattern, precedent, and lively warrant, Receive the blood : and, when that they are dead, For me, most wretched to perform the like: Let me go grind their bones to powder small, Die, die, Lavinia, and thy shame with thee; And with this hateful liquor temper it;

[He kills LAVINIA. And in that paste let their vile heads be bak’d, And, with thy shame, thy father's sorrow die ! Come, come, be every one officious

Sat. What hast thou done, unnatural, and co. To make this banquet; which I wish may prove

kind ?

(blind. More stern and bloody than the Centaurs' feast. Tit. Killd her, for whom my tears have made me So, now bring thein in, for I will play the cook, I am as woful as Virginius was: And see them ready 'gainst their mother comes. And have a thousand times more cause than he

[E.reunt, bearing the dead bodies. To do this outrage ;-and it is now done. (deed. SCENE III.- The same. A Pavilion, with

Sat. What, was she ravish'd ? tell, who did the Tables, &c.

Tit. Will't please you eat! will’t please your highness feed?

(thus? Enter Lucius, Marcus, and Goths, with Aaron, Tam. Why hast thou slain thine only daughter Prisoner

Tit. Not I; 'twas Chiron, and Demetrius : Luc. Uncle Marcus, since 'tis my father's mind, They ravish'd her, and cut away her tongue, That I repair to Rome, I am content. (will.

And they, 'twas they, that did her all this wrong. 1 Goth. And ours, with thine, befall what fortune

Sat. Ġo fetch them hither to us presently. Luc. Good uncle, take you in this barbarous Moor, Whereof their mother daintily hath fed,

Tit. Why, there they are both, bak'd in that pye; This ravenous tiger, this accursed devil; Let him receive no sustenance, fetter him,

Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred. Till he be brought unto the empress' face,

'Tis true, 'tis true ; witness my knife's sharp point. For testimony of her foul proceedings :

(Killing TASUR 2. And see the ambush of our friends be strong :

Sat. Die, frantick wretch, for this accursed deed. I fear, the emperor means no good to us.

(Killing Titus. Aar. Some devil whisper curses in mine ear,

Luc. Can the son's eye behold his father bleed ? And prompt me, that my tongue may utter forth

There's meed for meed, death for a deadly deed. The venomous malice of my swelling heart !

(Kills SATURNINUS. A great tumult. The Luc. Away, iuhuman dog! unhallow'd slave !-

people in confusion disperse. MARCOS, Sirs, help our uncle to convey him in.

Lucius, and their partisans ascend the (Exeunt Goths, with Aaron. Flourish.

steps before Titus's house. The trumpets show, the eraperor is at hand.

Mar. You sad-fac'd men, people and sons of Rome, Enter SATURNINUS and Ta mora, with Tribunes, Scatter'd by winds and high tempestuous gusts

By uproar sever'd, like a flight of fowl
Senators, and others.

0, let me teach you how to knit again
Sal. What, hath the firmament more suns than This scatter'd corn into one mutual sheaf,
one ?

These broken limbs again into one body

Sen. Lest Rome herself be bane unto herseif;

Lucius, &c. descend,
And she, whom mighty kingdoms court'sy to,
Like a forlorn and desperate cast-away,

Mar. Go, go into old Titus' sorrowful house; Do shameful execution on herself.

(To an Attendant But if my frosty signs and chaps of age,

And hither hale that misbelieving Moor, Grave wiinesses of true experience,

To be adjudg'd some direful slaughtering death, Cannot induce you to attend my words, – [ancestor, As punishment for his most wicked life. Speak, Rome's dear friend; [TO Lucius.] as erst our

Rom. [Several speak. ] Lucius, all hail; Rome's When with his solemn tongue he did discourse,

gracious governor ! To love-sick Dido's sad attending ear,

Luc. Thanks, gentle Romans; May I govern so, The story of that baleful burning night,

To heal Rome's harms, and wipe away her woe! When subtle Greeks surpriz'd king Priam's Troy, But, gentle people, give me aim awhile,Tell us, what Sinon hath bewitch'd our ears,

For nature puts me to a heavy task ;Or who bath brought the fatal engine in,

Stand all aloof;—but, uncle, draw you near, That gives our Troy, our Rome, the civil wound. To shed obsequious tears upon this trunk ; My heart is not compact of Aing, nor steel;

O, take this warm kiss on thy pale cold lips. Nor can I utter all our bitter grief,

(Kisses Titus. But foods of tears will drown my oratory,

These sorrowful drops upon thy bloud-stain'd face, And break my very utterance; even i'the time

The last true duties of thy noble son ! When it should move you to attend me most,

Mar. Tear for tear, and loving kiss for kiss, Lending your kind commiseration :

Thy brother Marcus tenders on thy lips : Here is a captain, let him tell the tale :

O, were the sum of these that I should pay Your hearts will throb and weep to hear him speak. Countless and infinite, yet would I pay them! Luc. Then, noble auditory, be it known to you,

Luc. Come bither, boy; come, come, and learn That cursed Chiron and Demetrius

of us Were they that murdered our emperor's brother; To melt in showers: Thy grandsire lov'd thee well: And they it were that ravished our sister :

Many a time he danc'd thee on his knee,
For their fell faults our brothers were beheaded; Sung thee asleep, his loving breast thy pillow;
Our father's tears despis’d; and basely cozen'd

Many a matter hath he told to thee,
Of that true hand, that fought Rome's quarrel out, Meet, and agreeing with thine infancy;
And sent her enemies unto the grave.

In that respect then, like a loving child,
Lastly, myself unkindly banished,

Shed yet some small drops from thy tender spriug, The gates shut on me, and turn'd weeping out,

Because kind nature doth require it so : To beg relief among Rome's enemies,

Friends should associate friends in grief and woe : Who drown'd their enmity in my true tears,

Bid him farewell; commit him to the grave; And op'd their arms to embrace me as a friend;

Do him that kindness, and take leave of him. And I am the turn'd-forth, be it known to you,

Boy. O grandsiie, grandsire ! even with all my That have preserv'd her welfare in my blood;

heart And from her bosom took the enemy's point,

Would I were dead, so you did live again! Sheathing the steel in my advent'rous body.

O lord, I cannot speak to him for weeping;
Alas! you know, I am no vaunter, I;

My tears will choke me, if I ope my mouth.
My scars can witness, dumb although they are,
That my report is just, and full of truth.

Enter Attendants, with AARON.
But, soft; methinks, I do digress too much,

1 Rom. You sad Andronici, have done with woes; Citing my worthless praise: 0, pardon me; Give sentence on this execrable wretch, For when no friends are by, men praise themselves. That hath been breeder of these dire events. Mar. Now is my turn to speak; Behold this child, Luc. Set him breast-deep in earth, and famish him; (Pointing to the child in the arms of an There let him stand, and rave and cry for food Attendant.

If any one relieves or pities him, of this was Tamora delivered;

For the offence he dies. This is our doom. The issue of an irreligious Moor,

Some stay, to see him fasten'd in the earth. Chief architect and plotter of these woes;

Aar. O, why should wrath be mute, and fury dumb? The villain is alive in Titus' house,

I am no baby, I, that with base prayers, Damn'd as he is, to witness this is true.

I should repent the evils I have done; Now judge, what cause had Titus to revenge Ten thousand, worse than ever yet I did, These wrongs, unspeakable, past patience,

Would I perform, if I might have my will; Or more than any living man could bear.

If one good deed in all iny life I did, Now you have heard the truth, what say you, Romans? I do repent it from my very soul.

Have we done aught amiss ? Show us wherein, Luc. Some loving friends convey the emperor
And, from the place where you behold us now, And give him burial in his father's grave:
The poor remainder of Ardronici

My father, and Lavinia, shall forth with
Will, hand in hand, all headlong cast us down, Be closed in our houschold's monument.
And on the ragged stones beat forth our brains, As for that heinous tiger, Tamora,
And make a mutual closure of our house.

No funeral rite, nor man in mournful weeds,
Speak, Romans, speak; and, if you say, we shall, No mournful bell shall ring her burial;
Lo hand in hand, Lucius and I will fall.

But throw her forth to beasts, and birds of prey.
&mil. Come, come, thou reverend man of Rome, Her life was beast-like, and devoid of pity;
And bring our emperor gently in thy hand, And, being so, shall have like want of pity.
Lucius our emperor; for, well I know,

See justice done to Aaron, that damn’d Moor, The common voice do cry, it shall be so.

By whom our heavy haps had their beginning : Rom(Several speuk.] Lucius, all hail; Rome's Then, afterwards, to order well the state ; royal emperor'

That like events may ne'er it ruinate. Eround

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