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A Captain, Tribune, Messenger, and Clown MARCUS ANDRONICOS, Tribune of the Goths, and Romans.
People; and Brother to Titus.
TAMORA, Queen of the Goths.
LAVINIA, Daughter to Titus Andronicus. MARTIUS, Sons to Titus Andronicus
A Nurse, and a black Child. MUTIUS,
Kinsmen of Titus, Senators, Tribunes, Officen,
Soldiers, and Attendants.
And in the Capitol and senate's right,
Whom you pretend to honour and adore,
That you withdraw you, and abate your strength; The Tomb of the Andronici appearing; the Dismiss your followers, and, as suitors should, Tribunes and Senators aloft, as in the Senate. Plead your deserts in peace and humbleness.
Enter, below, Saturninus and his Followers, Sat. How fair the tribune speaks to calm my on one side, and Bassianus and his Follow
thoughts! ers on the other, with Drum and Colours.
Bas. Marcus Andronicus, so I do affy Sct. Noble patricians, patrons of my right, In thy uprightness and integrity, Defend the justice of my cause with arms;
And so I love and honour thee and thine, And, countrymen, my loving followers,
Thy nobler brother Titus, and his sons, Plead my successive title with your swords: And her to whom my thoughts are humbled all, I am his first-born son, that was the last
Gracious Lavinia, Rome's rich ornament, That ware the imperial diadem of Rome; That I will here dismiss my loving friends; Then let my father's honours live in me,
And to my fortunes, and the people's favour, Nor wrong mine age with this indignity. Commit my cause in balance to be weigh'd. Bas. Romans,-friends, followers, favourers of
(Ereunt the followers of Bassianus. my right,
Sat. Friends, that have been thus forward in If ever Bassianus, Cæsar's son,
my right, Were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome,
I thank you all, and here disiniss you all ; Keep then this passage to the Capitol ;
And to the love and favour of my conntry And suffer not dishonour to approach
Commit myself, my person, and the cause. The imperial seat, to virtue consecrate,
(Ereuni the Followers of Saturninus. To justice, continence, and nobility :
Rome, be as just and gracious upto me, But let desert in pure election shine ;
Az I am confident and kind to thee. And, Romans, fight for freedom in your choice. Open the gates, and let me in.
Bas. Tribunes! and me, a poor competitor. Enter Marcus Andronicus, aloft, with the [Sat, and Bas. go into the Capitol, and Crown.
exeunt with Senators, Marcus, fc. Mar. Princes that strive by factions, and by
SCENE II. The same. friends, Ambitiously for rule and empery,-
Enter a Captain, and Others. Know, that the people of Rome, for whom we Cap. Romans, make way; The good Androstand
nicus, A special party, have, by common voice, Patron of virtue, Rome's best champion, In election for the Roman empery,
Successful in the battle's that he fights, Chosen Andronicus, surnamed Pius,
With honour and with fortune is return'd, For many good and great deserts to Rome; From where he circumscribed with his sword, A nobler man, a braver warrior,
And brought to yoke, the enemies of Rome.
Flourish of Trumpets, Sc. Enter Mutius and From weary wars against the barbarons Goths ;
Martius, after them two Men bearing a CofThat, with his sons, a terror to our foes,
fin covered with black; then Quintus and LúHath'yok'd a nation strong, train'd up in arms.
cins. After them, Titus Andronicus; and then Ten years are spent, since first he undertook
Tamora, with Alarbus, Chiron, Demetrius, This cause of Rome, and chastised with arms
Anron, and other Goths, prisoners; Soldiers Our enemies' pride: Five times he hath returu'd
and People following. The Bearers set down Bleeding to Rome, hearing his valiant sons
the Coffin, and Titus speaks. la coffins from the field;
7'it. Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning And now at last, laden with honour's spoils,
weeds! Returns the good Andronicus to Rome,
Lo, as the bark that hath discharg'd her fraught, Benowned Titus, flourishing in arms.
Returns with precious lading to the bay,, Let us entreat,-By honour of his name,
From whence at first she weigh'd her anchorage, Whom, worthily, you would have now succeed, Cometh Andronicus, bound with laurel boughs,
To resalute his country with his tears :
And with loud 'larums welcome them to Rome Tears of true joy for bis return to Rome.
Tit. Let it be so, and let Andronicus Thou great defender of this Capitol,
Make this his latest farewell to their souls. Sland gracions to the rights that we intend ! [Trumpets sounded, and the Coffin laid is Romans, of five and twenty valiant sons,
the Tomb. Half of the number that king Priam had, In peace and honour rest you here, my sons; Behold the poor remains alive, and dead! Rome's readiest champions, repose you here in These, that survive, let Rome reward with love; rest, These, that I bring unto their latest home, Secure from worldly chances and mishaps! With burial amongst their ancestors :
Here lurks no treason, here no envy swells, Here Goths have given me leave to sheath my Here grow no damned grudges; here are so sword.
storms, Titus, unkind, and careless of thine own, No noise, but silence and eternal sleep: Why suffer'st thou thy sons, unburied yet,
Enter Lavinia. To hover on the dreadful shore of Styx ?
In peace and honour rest you here, my sons ! Make way to lay them by their brethren. [The Tomb is opened. My noble lord and father, live in fame!
Lav. In peace and honour live Lord Titus long; There greet in silence, as the dead are wont, Ló! at this tomb my tributary tears And sleep in peace, slain in your country's wars! I render, for my brethren's obsequies; O sacred recep:acle of my joys,
And at thy feet I kneel with tears of joy Sweet cell of virtue and mobility,
Shed on the earth, for thy return to Rome : How many sons of mine hast thou in store,
O, bless me here with thy victorious hand, That thou wilt never render to me more ? Luc. Give us the proudest prisoner of the Goths, 'Til. Kind Rome, thou hast thas lovingly
Whose fortunes Rome's best citizens applaud. That we may hew his limbs, and, on a pile,
sery'd Ad manes fratrum sacrifice his flesh,
The cordial of mine age to glad my heart Before this earthly prison of their bones;
Lavinia, live ; outlive thy father's days, That so the shadows be not unappeas'd, And fame's eternal date, for virtue's praise ! Nor we disturb'd with prodigies on earth. Tit
. I give him yon; the noblest that survives, Enter Marcus Andronicus, Saturninus, BassiaThe eldest son of this distressed qneen.
nus, and Oihers. Tam. Stay, Roman brethren ;-Gracious con Mar. Long live Lord Titus, my beloved brother, queror,
Gracious triumpher in the eyes of Rome! Victorious Títus, rue the tears I shed,
Tit. Thanks, gentle tribune, noble brother A mother's tears in passion for her son :
Marcus. And, if thy sons were ever dear to thee,
Mar. And welcome, nephews, from successfal O, think my son to be as dear to me.
wars, Sufliceth not, that we are brought to Rome, You that survive, and you that sleep in fame. To beautify thy triumph's, and return, Fair lords, your fortunes are alike in all, Captive to thee, and to thy Roman yoke; That in your country's service drew your swords But must my sons be slaughter'd in the streets, But safer triumph is this funeral pomp, For valiant doings in their country's cause ? That hath aspired to Solon's happiness, 0! if to fight for king and commonweal And triumphs over chance, in honour's bed. Were piety in thine, it is in these.
Titus Andronicus, the people of Rome, Andronicus, stain not thy tomb with blood; Whose friend in justice thou hast ever been, Wilt thon draw near the nature of the gods ? Send thee by me, their tribune, and their trust, Draw near them then in being merciful : This palliament of white and spotless hue; Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge;
And name thee in election for the empire, Thrice-noble Titus, spare my first-born son. With these our late deceased emperor's sous :
Tit. Patient yourself, madam, and pardon me. Be candidatus then, and put it on, These are their brethren, whom you Goths beheld And help to set a head on headless Rome. Alive, and dead; and for their brethren slain, T'it. A better head her glorious body fits, Religiously they ask a sacrifice :
Than his, that shakes for age and feebleness; To this your son is mark'd; and die he must, What? should I don this robe and trouble you? To appease their groaning shadows that are gone. Be-chosen with proclamations to-day; Luc. Away with him! and make a fire straight; Tomorrow, yield up rule, resign my life, And with our swords, upon a pile of wood, And set abroad new business for you all ? Let's hew his limbs, till they be clean consum'd. Rome, I have been thy sohtier forty years, (Exeunt Lucius, Quintus, Martius, and And buried one and twenty valiant sons, Mutius, with Alarbus.
Knighted in field, slain manfully in arms, Tam. O cruel, irreligious piety!
In right and service of their noble country: Chi. Was ever Scythia half so barbarous ? Give me a staff of honour for mine age, Dem. Oppose not Scythia to ambitious Rome. But not a sceptre to control the world: Alarbus goes to rest; and we survive
Upright he held it, lords, that held it last. To tremble under Titus' threatening look. Mar. Titus, thou shalt obtain and ask the emne Then, madam, stand resolv'd; but hope withal, pery The selfsame gods that arm'd the queen of Troy Sat. Proud and ambitious tribune, canst thos With opportunity of sharp revenge
tell,-Upon the Thracian tyrant in his tent,
Tit. Patience, Prince Saturnine. May favour Tamora the queen of Goths
Romans, do me right ;(When Goths were Goths, and Tainora was Patricians, draw your swords, and sheath the queen,)
not To quit the bloody wrongs upon her foes. Till Saturninus be Rome's emperor :Re-enter Lucius, Quintus, Martius, and Mutius, Rather than rob me of the people's hearts
Andronicus, 'would thou wert shipp'd to hell, with their swords bloody.
Luc. Proud Saturnine, interrupter of the good Luc. See, lord and father, how we have per- That noble-minded Titus means to thee! form'd
Tit. Content thee, prince; I will restore to the Our Roman rites : Alarbus' limbs are lopp'd, And enuaits feed the sacrificing fire,
The people's hearts, and wean them from the
Bar. Andronicus, I do not flatter thee,
My faction if thou strengthen with thy friends, Treason, my lord ; Lavinia is surpris'd.
By him that justly may
Trib. To gratisy the good Andronicus, And with my sword I'll keep this door safe. And gratulate his safe return to Rome,
(Ereunt Lucius, Quintus, and Martius. The people will accept whom he admits.
Tit. Follow, my lord, and I'll soon bring her Tii. Tribanes, I thank you, and this suit I back. make,
Mut. My lord, you pass not here. That you create your emperor's eldest son, Tic.
What, villain boy! Lord Saturnine; whose virtues will, I hope, Barr'st me my way in Rome ? Reflect on Rome, as Titan's rays on earth,
(Titus kills Mutius. And ripen justice in this commonweal:
Help, Lucius, help. Then if you will elect, by my advice, Crown him, and say,--Long live our emperor !
Re-enter Lucins. Mar. With voices and applause of every sort, Luc. My lord, you are unjust : and, more than Patricians and plebeians, we create
SO, Lord Saturninus, Rome's great emperor ;
In wrongful quarrel you have slain your son. And say, Long live our emperor Saturnine ! Tit. Nor thou, nor he, are any sons of mine ;
[A long Flourish. My sons would never so dishonour me; Sat. Titus Andronicus, for thy favours done Traitor, restore Lavinia to the emperor. To us in our election this day,
Luc. Dead, if you will : but not to be his wife, I give thee thanks in part of thy deserts, That is another's lawful promis'd love. (Eril, Aud will with deeds requite thy gentleness ; Sat. No, Titus, no; the emperor needs her not, And, for an onset, Titus, to advance
Nor her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock : Thy name, and honourable family,
I'll trust, by leisure, him that mocks me once; Lavinia will I make my emperess,
Thee never, nor thy traitorous haughty sons, Roine's royal mistress, mistress of my heart, Confederates all thus to dishonour me. And in the sacred Pantheon her espouse : Was there none else in Rome to made a stale of, Tell me, Andronicus, doth this motion please But Saturnine ? Full well, Andronicus, thee?
Agree these deeds with that proud brag of thine, Tit. It doth, my worthy lord ; and, in this That said'st, 1 begg'd the empire at thy hands. match,
Tit. O monstrous I what reproachful words are I hold me highly honour'd of your grace :
these ? And here, in sight of Rome, to Saturnine, Sat. But go thy ways; go, give that changing King and commander of our commonweal,
piece The wide world's emperor,--do I consecrate To him that flourish'd for her with his sword: My sword, my chariot, and my prisoners; A valiant son-in-law thou shalt enjoy ; Presents well worthy Rome's imperial lord : One fit to bandy with thy lawless sons, Receive them then, the tribute that I owe, To ruffle in the cominonwealth of Rome. Mine honour's ensign's humbled at thy feet. T'it. These words are razors to my wounded Sal. Thanks, noble Titus, father of my life!
heart. How proud I am of thee, and of thy gifts, Sat. And therefore, lovely Tamora, queen of Rome shall record ; and when I do forget
Goths,The least of these unspeakable deserts,
That,like the stately Phæbe 'mongst her nymphs, Romans, forget your fealty to me.
Dost overshine the gallant'st dames of Rome, Tit. Now, madam, are you prisoner to an em- If thou be pleas'd with this my sudden choice, peror;
[To Tamora. Behold, I choose thee, Tamora, for my bride, To him, that for your honour and your state, And will create thee emperess of Rome. Will use you nobly, and your followers. Speak, queen of Goths, dost thou applaud my Sat. A goodly lady, trust me ; of the hue
choice ? That I would choose, were I to choose anew. And here I swear by all the Roman gods,Clear np, fair queen, that cloudy countenance; Sith priest and holy water are so near, Though chance of war hath wrought this change And iapers burn so bright, and every thing of cheer,
In readiness for Hymenens stand, Thou com'st not to be made a scorn in Rome : I will not resalute the streets of Rome, Princely shall be thy usage every way. Or climb my palace, till from forth this place Rest on my word, and let not discontent I lead espous'd my bride along with me. Daunt all your hopes: Madam, he comforts you, Tam. And here, in sight of heaven, to Rome I Can make you greater than the queen of Goths. --- swear, Lavinia, you are not displeas'd with this? If Saturnine advance the queen of Goths, Lav. Not I, my lord ; sith true nobility She will a handmaid be to his desires, Warrants these words in princely courtesy. A loving nurse, a mother to his youth. Sat. Thanks, sweet Lavinia.—Romans, let us Sal. Ascend,' fair queen, Pantheon :-Lorda, go:
accompany Ransomeless here we set our prisoners free : Your noble emperor, and his lovely bride, Proclaim our honours, lords, with trump and Sent by the heavens for prince Saturnine, drum.
Whose wisdom hath her fortune conquered : Bas. Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is There shall we consummate our spousal rites mine.
[Seizing Lavinia. [Exeunt Saturninus, and his Followers ; Ta. Tit. How, sir ? Are you in earnest then, my mora, and her Sons ; Aaron, and Goths. lord ?
Tit. I am not bid to wait upon this bride ;Bas. Ay, noble Titus; and resolv'd withal, Titus, when wert thou wont to walk alone, To do myself this reason and this right. Dishonour'd thus, and challenged of wrongs ?
(The Emperor courts Tamora in dumb show. Mar. Suum cuique is our Roman justice :
Re-enter Marcus, Lucius, Quintus, and Martius. This prince in justice seizeth but his own. Mar. O, Titus, see, O, see, what thou hast
Luc. And that he will, and shall, if Lucius live. done!
Tit. No, foolish tribune, no; no son of mine,
Nor thou, nor these confederates in the deed Thou and thy faction shall repent this rape. That hath dishonour'd all our family;
Bas. Rape, call you it, my lord, to seize my Unworthy brother, and unworthy sons !
own, Luc. But let us give him burial, as becomes ; My true betrothed love, and now my wife? Give Mutius burial with our brethren,
But let the laws of Rome determine all; Tit. Traitors, away! he rests not in this tomb. Mean while I am possess'd of that is mine. This monument five hundred years hath stood, Sat. "Tis good,
sir : You are very short with us Which I have sumptuously re-edified:
But, if we live, we'll be as sharp with you. Here none but soldiers, aud Rome's servitors, Bas. My lord, what I have done, as best I may Repose in fame; none basely slain in brawls :- Answer I'must, and shall do with my life. Bury him where you can, he comes not here. Only thus much I give your grace to know, Mar. My lord, ihis is impiety in you:
By all the duties that I owe to Rome, My nephew Mutius' deeds do plead for him ; This noble gentleman, Lord Titus here, He must be buried with his brethren.
Is in opinion, and in honour, wrong'd; Quin. Mart. And shall, or him we will accom- That, in the rescue of Lavinia, pany
With his own hand did slay his youngest son, Tit. And shall ? What villain was it spoke In zeal to you, and highly mov'd to wrath that word ?
To be control'd in that hé frankly gave : Quin. He that would vouch't in any place but Receive him then to favour, Saturnine : here.
That hath express'd himself, in all his deeds, Tit. What, would you bury him in my despite ? A father, and a friend, to thee, and Rome. Mar. No, noble Titus; but entreat of thee Tit. Prince Bassianus, leave to plead my deeds; To pardon Mutius, and to bury him.
'Tis thou, and those, that have dishonour'd me Tit. Marcus, even thou hast stuck upon my Rome and the righteous heavens be my judge, crest,
How I have lov'd and hopour'd Saturnine ! And, with these boys, mine honour thou hast Tam. My worthy lord, if ever Tamora wounded:
Were gracious in those princely eyes of thine, My foes I do repnte you every one ;
Then hear me speak indifferently for all; So trouble me no more, but get you gone.
And at my suit, sweet, pardon what is past. Mart. He is not with himself : let us withdraw. Sat. What! madman! be dishonour'd openly, Quin. Not I, till Mutius' bones be buried. And basely put it up without revenge?
[Marcus and the Sons of Titus keneel. Tam Not su, my lord; the guds of Roms Mar. Brother, for in that name doth nature forefend, plead.
I should be author to dishonour yon ! Quin. Father, and in that name doth nature But, on mine honour, dare I undertake speak.
For good Lord Titus innocence in all, Tit. Speak thou no more, if all the rest will Whose fury not dissembled, speaks his grief. speed.
Then, at my suit, look graciously on him; Mar. Renowned Titus, more than half my Lose not so noble a friend on vain suppose, soul,
Nor with sour looks afflict his gentle heart Luc. Dear father,soul and substance of us all, My lord, be rul'd by me, be won at last, Mar, Suffer thy brother Marcus to inter
Dissemble all your griefs and disconHis noble nephew here in virtue's nest,
tents: That died in honour and Lavinia's cause.
You are but newly planted in your Thou art a Roman, be not barbarous.
throne; The Greeks, upon advice, did bury Ajax
Lest then the people, and patricians too,
And so supplant us for ingratitude,
(Which Rome reputes to be a heinous Be barrd his entrance here.
Rise, Marcus, rise :-Yield at entreats, and then let me alone: The dismal'st day is this, that e'er I saw,
I'll find a day to massacre them all, To be dishonour'd by my sons in Rome!
And raze their faction, and their family, Well, bury him, and bury me the next.
The crnel father, and his traitorous sons, [Mutius is put into the Tomb. To whom I sued for my dear son's life; Luc. There lie thy bones, sweet Mutius, with And make them know, what 'uis to let thy friends,
a queen Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomhl
Kneel in the streets, and beg for grace All. No man shed tears for noble Mutius;
in vain. He lives in fame that died in virtne's cause.
Come, come, sweet emperor,-Come, Andro Mar. My lord,--to step out of these dreary take up this good old man, and cheer the heart
dumps, How comes it, that the subtle queen of Goths
That dies in tempest of thy angry frown. ls of a sudden thus advanc'd in Rome?
Sat. Rise, Titus, rise, my empress hath pre Tit. I know not, Marcus; but, I know, it is ;
vail'd. Whether by device, or no, the heavens can tell :
Tit. I thank your majesty, and her, my lord: Is she not den beholden to the man
These words, these looks, infuse new life in ms That brought her for this high good turn so far?
Tam. Titus, I am incorporate in Rome, Yes, and will nobly him remunerate.
A Roman now adopted happily,
And must advise the emperor for his good. Flourish. Re-enter at one side, Saturninus, This day all qnarrels die, Andronicns;
attended ; Tamora, Chiron, Demetrius and And let it be mine honour, good my lord, Aaron: at the other, Bassianus, Lavinia, and That I have reconcild your friends and
yon, Prince Bassianus, I have pass'd
My word and promise to the emperor, Sat. So, Bassianus, you have play'd your prize ; That you will be more mild and tractableGod give you joy, sir, of your gallant bride. And fear not, lords,--and you, Lavinia, Bas. And you of yours, my lord: 1 say no By my advice, all humbled on your knees,
more, Nor wish no less; and so I take my leave.
Yon shall ask pardon of his majesty. Sat. Traitor, if Rome have law, or we bave
Luc. We do ; and vow to heaven, and to be
That, what we did, was mildly, as we might,
Tend'ring our sister's honour, and our own. So near the emperor's palace dare you draw,
The cause were known to them it most concerns :
Not I: till I have sheath'd And at my lovely Tamora's entreats,
My rapier in his bosom, and, withal, I do remit these young men's heinous faults. Thrust these reproachful speeches down his Stand up.
throat, Lavinia, though you left me like a churl, That he hath breath'd in my dishonour here. I found a friend ; and sure as death I swore, Chi. For that I am prepar'd and full resolv'd, I would not part a bachelor from the priest. Foul spoken coward ! that thunder'st with thy Come, if the emperor's court can feast iwo brides, tongue, You are my guest, Lavinia, and your friends: And with thy weapon nothing dar'st perform. This day shall be a love-day, Tamora.
Aar. Away, I say:-
It is to jut upon a prince's right?
(Exeunt. Or Bassianus so degenerate,
That for her love such quarrels may be broach'd, ACT II.
Without controlment, justice, or revenge ?
Young lords, beware! -and should the empress SCENE 1. Rome. Before the palace.
know Enter Aaron.
This discord's ground, the musick would not Aar. Now climbeth Tamora Olympus' top,
please. Safe out of fortune's shot : sits aloft,
Chi. I care not, I, knew she and all the world; Secure of thunder's crack, or lightning's flash;
I love Lavinia more than all the world. Advanc'd above pale envy's threat'ning reach.
Dem. Youngling, learn thou to make some As when the golden sun salutes the morn,
meaner choice: And having gilt the ocean with his beams,
Lavinia is thine elder brother's hope. Gallops the zodiack in his glistering coach, Aar. Why, are ye mad ? or know ye not, in And overlooks the highest peering bills;
Rome So Tamora.
How furious and impatient they be, Upon her wit doth earthly honour wait,
And cannot brook conipetitors in love? And virtue stoops and trembles at her frown. I tell you, lords, you do but plot your deaths Then, Aaron, arm thy heart, and fit thy thoughts By this device.
Chi. To mount aloft with thy imperial mistress,
Aaron, a thousand deaths And mount her pitch; whom thou in triumph Would I propose, to achieve her whom I love. long
Aar. To achieve her!-How ?
Dem. Hast prisoner held, fetter'd in amorous chains :
Why mak'st thou it so strange ? And faster bound to Aaron's charming eyes, She is a woman, therefore may be wood; Than is Prometheus tied to Caucasne.
She is a woman, therefore may he won; Away with slavish weeds, and servile thoughts! She is Lavinia, therefore musi be lov'd. I will be bright, and shine in pearl and gold
What, man! more water glideth by the mill To wait upon this new-made emperess.
Than wots the miller of: and easy it is To wait, said I ? to wanton with this queen,
Ot a cut loaf to steal a shive, we know: This goddess, this Semiramis :-this nymph, Though Bassianus be the emperor's brother, This siren, that will charm Rome's Saturnine,
Better than he have yet worn Vulcan's badge. And see his shipwreck, and bis commonweal's. Aar Ay, and as good as Saturninus may Holloa ! what storm is this?
Dem. Then why should he despair, that knows Enter Chiron and Demetrius, braving.
to court it Dem. Chiron, thy years want wit, thy wit With words, fair looks, and liberality ? wants edge,
What, hast thou not full often struck a doen And manners, to intrude where I am grac'd : And borne her cleanly by the keeper's nose? And may for aight thou know'st, affected be.
Aar. Why then, it seems, some certain snatch Chi. Demetrius, thou dost overw een in all : And so in this to bear me down with braves. Would serve your turns. 'Tis not the difference of a year, or two,
Ay, so the turn were serv'd. Makes me less gracious, thee more fortunate : Dem. Aaron, thou hast hit it. I am as able, and as fit as thou,
'Would you had hit it too; To serve, and to deserve my mistress' grace; Then should not we be tir'd with this ado. And that my sword upon thee shall approve, Why, hark ye, hark ye,- And are you such fools, And plead my passions for Lavinia's love. To square for this? Would it offend you then Aar. Clubs, clubs! these lovers will not keep That both should speed? the peace.
l' faith, not me. Dem. Why, boy, although our mother, unad- Dem. vis'd,
So I were one. Gave you a dancing-rapier by your side, Aar. For shame, be friends; and join for that Are yon so desperate grown, to threat your you jar.. friends 7
'Tis policy and stratagem must do Go to; have your lath glued within your sheath, That you affect; and so must you resolve; Till you know better how to handle it.
That what you cannot, as you would, achieve, Chi. Meanwhile, sir, with the little skill I have, You must perforce accomplish as you may. Full well shalt thou perceive how much I dare. Take this of me, Lucrece was not more chaste Dem. Ay, boy, grow ye so brave? ( They draw. Than this Lavinia. Bassianus' love. Aar.
Why, how now, lords ? A speedier course than lingering languishmen