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For that good hand thou sent'st the emperor. Thy niece and I, poor creatures, want our hands
And when my heart, all mad with misery,
(Erit. Then thus I thump it down.
Thou canst not strike it this to make it still.
Or get some little knite between thy teeth,
And just against thy heart make thou a hole ;
(Lavinia kisses him. Drown the lamenting fool in sea-sali tears
O, handle not the theme to talk of hands;
I Marcus did not name the word of hands! Mar. Why dost thou laugh? it fits not with Come, let's fall to: and, gentle girl, eat this :this hour.
Here is no drink! Hark, Marcus, what she says,
She says, she drinks no other drink but tears.
Brew'd with her sorrows, mesh d upon her And make them blind with tributary tears;
And threat me, I shall never come to bliss, As begging hermits in their holy prayers :
But I of these, will wrest an alphabet,
Make my aunt merry with some pleasing tale. Lavinia, thou shalt be employed in these things; Mar. Alas, the tender boy, in passion mov'd, Bear thou my hand, sweet wench, between thy Doth weep to see his grandsire's heaviness. teeth.
Tit. Peace, tender sapling; thou art made of As for thee, boy, go, get thee from my sight;
tears, Thou art an exile, and thou must not stay : And tears will quickly melt thy life away.Hie to the Goths, and raise an army there:
(Marcus strikes the Dish with a knife. And, if you love me, as I think you do, What dost thou strike at, Marcus, with thy knife? Let's kiss and part, for we have much to do. Mar. At that that I have kill'd, my lord; a fly.
[Ereuni Titus, Marcus, and Lavinia. Tit. Out on thee, murderer! thou kill'st my heart; Luc. Farewell, Andronicus, my noble father ; Mine eyes are cloy'd with view of tyranny : The woful'st man that ever liv'd in Rome ! A deed of death, done on the innocent, Farewell, proud Rome! till Lucius come again, Becomes not itus' brother : Get thee gone; He leaves his pledges dearer than his life. I see, thou art not for my company. Farewell, Lavinia, my noble sister!
Mar. Alas, my lord, I have but kill'd a fly. 0, 'would, thou wert as thou 'rotore hast been ! Tit. But how, if that fly had a father and But now nor Lucius, nor Lavinia lives,
mother? But in oblivion, and hateful griefs,
How would he hang his slender gilded wings, if Lncius live, he will requite your wrongs ; And buz lamenting doings in the air 3 And make proud Saturninus and his empress Poor harmless fly! Beg at the gates, like Tarquin and his queen. That, with his pretty buzzing melody, Now will I to the Goths, and raise a power, Came here to make us merry; and thou hast To be reveng'd on Rome and Saturnine. (Éxit. kill'd him.
Mar. Pardon me,sir ; 'twas a black ill favour'd
Tit. 0, 0, 0,
Then pardon me for reprehending thee,
For thou hast done a charitable deed.
Forc'd in the ruthless, vast, and gloomy woods ? Yet I do think we are not brought so low, See, see But that, between us, we can kill a fly,
Ay, such a place there is, where we did hunt, That comes in likeness of a coal-black Moor. (0, had we never, never, hunted there! Mar. Alas, poor man! grief has so wrought on Pattern'd by that the poet here describes, him,
By nature made for murders, and for rapes.
Tit. Come, take away.-Lavinia, go with me : Unless the gods delight in tragedies !
Tit. Give signs, sweet girl,
for here are none Sad stories, chanced in the times of old.
but friends, Come, boy, and go with me: thy sight is young, What Roman lord it was durst do the deed ? And thou shalt read, when mine begins to dazzle. Or slupk not Saturnine, as Tarquin erst,
(Exeunt. That left the camp, lo sin in Lucrece' bed ?
Mar. Sit down, sweet niece ;-brother, sit dova ACT IV.
by me.SCENE I. The same. Before Titus's House. Apollo, Pallas, Jove, or Mercury,
Inspire me, that I may this treason find ! Enter Titus and Marcus. Then enter. Young My lord, look here ;-Look here, Lavinia : Lucius, Lavinia running after him.
This sandy plot is plain ; guide, if thou canst, Boy. Help, grandsire, help! my aunt Lavinia This after me, when I have writ my name Follows me every where, I know not why : Without the help of any hand at all. Good uncle Marcus, see how swift she comes ! [He writes his Name with his Senf, and Alas, sweet annt, I know not what you mean.
guides it with his Feet and Mouth. Mar. Stand by me, Lucius; do not fear thine Curs'd be that heart, that fore'd us to this shift! aunt.
Write thou, good niece: and here display, at last, Tit. She loves thee, boy,too well to do thee harm. What God will have discover'd for revenge! Boy. Ay,when my father was in Rome, she did. Heaven guide thy pen to print thy sorrows plain, Mar. What means my niece Lavinia by these That we may know the traitors, and the train ! signs?
[She takes the staff in her Mouth, and Tit. Fear her not, Lucins : -Somewhat doth guides it with her Stumps, and writes she mean:
Tit. O, do you read, my lord, what she hath Bee, Lucius, see, how much she makes of thee: Stuprum-Chiron-Demetrius. Somewhither would she have thee go with her. Mar. What, what !--the lustful sons of Tamora Ah, boy, Cornelia never with more care Performers of this heinous, bloody deed ? Read to her sons, than she hath read to thee, Tit. Magne Dominator poli Sweet poetry, and Tully's Orator. [thus? Tam lentus audis scelera ? tam lentus vides? Canst thou not guess wherefore she plies thee Mar. 0, calm thee, gentle rod! although, I Boy. My lord, I know not, I, nor can I guess. know, Unless some fit or frenzy do possess her: There is enough written upon this earth, For I have heard my grandsire say full oft, To stir a mutiny in the mildest thoughts, Extremity of griefs would make men mad; And arm the minds of infants to exclaims And I have read that Hecuba of Troy
My lord, kneel down with me: Lavinia, kneel; Run mad through sorrow: That made me to fear; And kneel, sweet boy, the Roman Hector's hope; Although, my lord, I know, my noble aunt And swear with me,-as with the woful feere, Loves me as dear as e'er my mother did, And father, of that chaste dishonour'd dame, And would not, but in fury, fright my youth : Lord Junius Brutus sware for Lucrece' rape,Which made me down to throw my books, and that we will prosecute, by good advice, fly;
Mortal revenge upon these traitorous Goths, Causeless, perhaps : But pardon me, sweet aunt; And see their blood, or die with this reproach. And, madam, if my uncle Marcus go,
Tit. 'Tis sure enough, an you knew how, I will most willingly attend your ladyship. But if you hurt these bear-whelps, then bevare: Mar. Lucius, I will.
The dam will wake; and, if she wind you once, (Lavinia turns over the Books which Lucius She's with the lion deeply still in league, has let fall..
And lulls him whilst she playeth on her back, Tit. How now, Lavinia?-Marcus, what means And, when he sleeps, will she do what she list this?
You're a young huntsman, Marens : let it alone; Some book there is that she desires to see: And, come, I will go get a leaf of brass, Which is it, girl, of these ?-Open them, boy. And with a gad of steel will write these words, But thou art deeper read, and better skill'd; And lay it by : the angry northern wind Come, and take choice of all my library, Will blow these sands, like Sibyl's leaves, abroad, And so beguile thy sorrow, till the heavens And where's your lesson then 1-Boy, what sy Reveal the damn'd contriver of this deed. Why lifts she up her arms in sequence thus ? Boy." I say, my lord, that if I were a man, Mar. I think, she means, that there was more Their mother's bed-chamber should not be safe than one
For these bad bondmen to the yoke of Rome. Confederate in the fact :- Ay, more there was : Mar. Ay, that's my boy! thy father hath full of Or else to heaven she heaves them for revenge. For this ungrateful country done the like. Tit. Lucius, what book is that she tosseth so? Boy. And, uncle, so will I, an if I live.
Boy. Grandsire, 'uis Ovid's Metamorphosis ; Tit. Come, go with me into mine armoury; My mother gave 't me.
Lucius, l'll fit thee; and withal, my boy Mar.
For love of her that's gone, Shall carry from me to the empress sons Perhaps she cull'd it from among the rest. Presents, that I intend to send ibem both: Tit. Soft! see, how busily she turns the leaves ! Come, come; thou'lt do thy message, wilt there Help her:
not? What would she find ?-Lavinia, shall I read ? Boy. Ay, with my dagger in their bosema, This is the tragick tale of Philomel,
grandsire. And treats of Tereus' treason, and his rape ; Tit. No, boy, not so ; I'll teach thee another And rape, I fear, was root of thine annoy.
course. Mar. See, brother, see; note how she quotes Lavinia, come :-Marcus, look to my house; the leaves.
Lucius and I'll go brave it at the court ; Tit. Lavinia, wert thou thus surpris’d, sweet girl, Ay, marry, will
we, sir : and we'll be waited Ravish'd and wrong'd, as Philomela was,
[Exeunt Titus, Lavinia, and Boy.
Mar. O heavens, can you hear a good mano, tell me, did you see Aaron the Moor? groan,
Aar. Well, more, or less, or ne'er a whit at all, And not relent, or not compassion him ? Here Aaron is : and what with Aaron now ? Marcus, attend him in his ecstasy
Nur. O gentle Aaron, we are all undone ! That hath more scars of sorrow in his heart, Now help, or wo betide thee evermore! Than foemen's marks upon his batter'd shield: Aar. Why, what a caterwauling dost thou keep? But yet so just, that he will not revenge : What dost thou wrup and fumble in thine arms ? Revenge the heavens for old Andronicus! (Exit. Nur. O, that which I would hide from heaven's SCENE II. The same. A Room in the Palace. eye, Enter Aaron, Chiron, and Demetrius, at one
Our empress' shame, and stately Rome's dis Door; at another Door, Young Lucius, and she is deliver'd, lords, she is deliver'd.
grace; an Attendant, with a Bundle of Weapons,
Aar. To whom? and Verses writ upon them.
Nur. I mean, she's brought to bed. Chi Demetrius, here's the son of Lucius; Aar.
Well, God He hath some message to deliver to us. Give her good rest! What hath he sent her? Aar. Ay, some mad message from his mad Nur.
A devil. grandfather
Aar. Why, then she's the devil's damı ; a joy. Boy. My lords, with all the humbleness I may, ful issue. I greet your honours from Andronicus ; Nur. A joyless, dismal, black, and surrowful and pray the Roman gods confound you both.
(Aside. Here is the babe, as loathsome as a toad Dem. Gramercy, lovely Lucius; What's the Amongst the fairest breeders of our clime.
The empress sends it thee, thy staip, thy seal, Boy. That you are both decipher'd, that's the And bids thee christen it with thy dagger's point. news.
Aar. Oui, out, you whore! is black so base a For villains mark'd with rape. (Aside.) May it huel please you,
Sweet blowse, you are a beauteous blossom, sure. My grandsire, well advis'd, hath sent by me Dem. Villain, what hast thou done? The goodliest weapons of his armoury,
Done! that which thou To gratify your honourable youth,
Canst not undo. The hope of Rome; for so he bade me say ; Chi.
Thou hast undone our mother. And so I do, and with his gifts present
Aar. Villain, I have done thy mother. Your lordships, that whenever you have need, Dem. And therein, hellish dog, thou hast undone. You may be arm'd and appointed well : Wo to her chance, and damn'd her loathed And so I leave you both, (aside) like bloody vil. choice!
lains. [Ereuni Boy and Attendant. Accurs'd the offspring of so foul a fiend ! Dem. What's here ? A scroll; and written round Chi. It shall not live. about 7
It shall not die. Let's see ;
Nur. Aaron, it must : the mother wills it so. Integer vita, scelerisque purus,
Aar. What, must it, nurse ? then let no man Non eget Mauri jaculis, nec arcu.
but I Chi 0, 'lis a verse in Horace ; I know it well : Do execution on my flesh and blood. I read it in the grammar long ago.
Dem. I'll broach' the tadpole on my rapier's Aar. Ay, just ;-a verse in Horace :-right, you point; have it.
Nurse, give it me; my sword sball soon deNow, what a thing it is to be an ass!
spatch it. Here's no sound jest ! the old man hath found Aar. Sooner this sword shall plough thy bow.
their guilt; And sends the weapons wrapp'd about with [Takes the Child from the Nurse, and draws. lines,
Stay, murderous villains ! will you kill your That wound beyond their feeling to the quick.
brother? But were our witty empress well a-foot, Now, by the burning tapers of the sky, She would applaud Andronicus' conceit. That shone so brightly when this boy was got, But let her rest in her unrest a while.
He dies upon my scimitar's sharp point, And now, young lords, was't not a happy star That touches this my first-born son and heir ! Led us to Rome, strangers, and more than so, I tell you, younglings, not Enceladus, Captives, to be advanced to this height? With all his threat'ning band of Typhon's brood, It did me good, before the palace gate
Nor great Alcides, nor the god of war, To brave the tribune in his brother's hearing. Shall seize this prey out of his father's hands.
Dem. But me more good, to see so great a lord What, what; ye sanguine, shallow-hearted boys! Basely insinuate, and send us gifts.
Ye white-lim'd walls ! ye alehouse painted signs!
Dem. I would, we had a thousand Roman dames For all the water in the ocean
Chi. A charitable wish, and full of love. Although she lave them hourly in the flood.
Dem. Wilt thou betray thy noble mistress thus? Dem. Come, let us go ; and pray to all the gods Aar. My mistress is my mistress! this, myself; For our beloved mother in her pains.
The vigour, and the picture of my youth : Aar. Pray to the devils; the gods have given This, before all the world, do I prefer ; us o'er.
(Aside. Flourish. This, mauge all the world, will I keep safe, Dem. Why do the emperor's trumpets flourish Or some of you shall smoke for it in Rome. thus 1
Dem. By this our mother is for ever sham'd. Chi. Belike, for joy the emperor hath a son. Chi. Rome will despise her for this foul escape. Dem. Soft: who comes here?
Nur. The emperor, in his rage, will duom her
death. Enter a Nurse, with a black-a-moor Child in Chi. I blush to think upon this ignomy. her Arms.
Aar. Why, there's the privilege your beauty Nur Good morrow lords:
fie, treacherous huel that will betray with Sir boy, now let me see your archery; blushing
Look ye draw home enough, and 'uis there The close enacts and counsels of the heart !
straight; Here's a young lad fram'd of another leer : Terras Astrea reliquie : Look, how the black slave smiles upon the father; Be you remember'd, Marcus, she's gone, she's As who should say, Old lad, I am thine own.
fled. He is your brother, lords ; sensibly fed
Sir, take you to your tools. You, cousins, sball of that self-blood that first gave life to you; Go sound the ocean, and cast your nets; And, from that womb, where you imprison'd Happily you may find her in the sea; were,
Yet there's as little justice as at land :He is enfranchised and come to light:
No; Publius and Sempronius, you must do it;
Aar. Then sit we down, and let us all consult. Shaken with sorrows in ungrateful Rome-
[They sit on the Ground. On him that thus doth iyrannize o'er me.- Dem. How many women saw this child of his? Go, get you gone; and pray be careful all, Aar. Why, so, brave lords; When we all join And leave you not a man of war unsearch'd; in league,
This wicked emperor may have shipp'd her I am a lamb: But if you brave the Moor,
hence, The chafed bear, the mountain lioneas,
And, kinsmen, then we may go pipe for justice. The ocean swells not so as Aaron storms. Mar. 0, Pablius, is not this a heavy case, But, say again, how many saw the child? To see thy noble uncle thus distract 1
Nur. Cornelia the midwife, and myself, Pub. Therefore, my lord, it highly us concerns,
Aar. The emperess, the midwife, and yourself: And feed his humour kindly as we may,
(Stabbing her. Join with the Goths; and with revengeful war Weke, weke !-50 cries a pig, prepar'd to the spit Take wreak on Rome for this ingratitude, Dem. What mean'st thou, Aaron ? Wherefore And vengeance on the traitor Saturnine. didst thou this?
Tit. Publius, how now ? how now, my mas Aar. O, lord, sir, 'tis a deed of policy:
ters? What, Shall she live to betray this guilt of ours? Have you met with her ? A long-tongu'd babbling gossip ? no, lords, no. Pub. No, my good jord : but Pluto sends you And now be it known to you my full intent.
wordt Not far, one Muliteus lives, my countryman, If you will have revenge from hell, you shall: His wife but yesternight was brought to bed ; Marry, for Justice she is so employ'd, His child is like to her, fair as you are:
He thinks, with Jove in heaven, or some where Go pack with him, and give the mother gold,
else, And tell them both the circumstance of all; So that perforce you must needs stay a time. And how by this their child shall be advanc'd 7'. He doth me wrong to feed me with delays And be received for the emperor's heir.
I'll dive into the burning lake below, And substituted in the place of mine,
And pull her out of Acherop by the heels.To calm this tempest whirling in the court; Marcus, we are but shrubs, no cedars we: And let the emperor dandle him for his own. No big-bon'd men, fram'd of the Cyclops' size: Hark ye, lords, ye see, that I have given her But metal, Marcus, steel to the very back;
physick, (Pointing to the Nurse. Yet wrung with wrongs, more than our backs And you must needs bestow her funeral;
can bear : The fields are near, and you are gallant grooms: And sith there is no justice in earth nor hell, This done, see that you take no longer days, We will solicit heaven ; and move the gods, But send the midwife presently to me.
To send down justice for to wreak our wrong: The midwife, and the nurse, well made away, Come, to this gear. You are a good archer, Then let the ladies tattle what they please.
Marcus. [He gives them the error Chi. Aaron, I see, thou wilt not irust the air Ad Jovem, that's for you :-Here, ad Apolb With secrets. Dem.
For this care of Tamora, Ad Martem, that's for myself ; Herself, and hers, are highly bonnd to thee. Here, boy, to Pallas :-Here, to Mercury :
[Exeunt Dem. and Chi. bearing off the Nurse. To Saturn, Caius, not to Saturnine,Aar. Now
to the Goths, as swift 28 swallow You were as good to shoot against the wind. flies;
To it, boy. Marcus, loose you when I bid : There to dispose this treasure in mine arms, O my word, I have written to effect; And secretly to greet the empress friends. - There's not a god left unsolicited. Come on, you thick-lipp'd slave, I'll bear you Mar. Kinsmen, shoot all your shafts inte the hence ;
court : For it is you that puts us to our shifts :
We will afflict the emperor in his pride. I'll make you feed on berries, and on roots, Tit. Now, masters, draw. (They shoot.) , And feed on curds and whey, and suck the goat, well said, Lucius! And cabin in a cave; and bring you up Good boy, in Virgo's lap; give it Pallas. To be a warrior, and command a camp. [Erit. Mar. My lord, I aim a mile beyond the moon; SCENE LII. The same.
A priblick Place.
Your letter is with Jupiter by this Enter 'Titus, bearing Arrows, with Letters at
Tit. Ha ! Publius, Publius, what hast thon
done? the ends of them with him, Marcus, Young See, see, thou hast shot off one of Taurus' hers Lucius, and other Gentlemen, with bóws. Mar. This was the sport, my lord: when Pub Tit. Come, Marcus, come;-Kinsmen, this is
lius shot, the way
The bull being galld, gave Aries such a knock,
That down fell both the ram's horns in the court; What's this, but libelling against the senate, And who should find them but the empress' And blazoning our injustice every where ? villain ?
A goodly huniour, is it not, my lords?
But, if I live, his feigned ecstasies
Shall be no shelter to these outrages:
In Saturninus' health ; whom, if she sleep,
He'll so awake, as she in fury shall
Lord of my life, commander of my thoughts,
Clo. Hol the gibbet maker 'i he says, that he Whose loss hath pierc'd him deep and scarr'd
And rather comfort his distressed plight,
High-witted Tamora to gloze with all: (Aside.
perial Mar. 'Why, sir, that is as fit a can be, to serve Tam: Empress I am, but yonder sits the emfor your oration; and let him deliver the pigeons peror. Lo the emperor from you.
Clo. 'Tis he.-God, and Saint Stephen, give Tit. Tell me, can you deliver an oration to the you good den :- I have brought you a letter, and emperor with a grace?
a couple of pigeons here. clo. Nay, truly, sir, I could never say grace in
[Saturninus reads the letter. all my life.
Sat. Go, take him away, and hang him pre-
Clo. How much money must I have ?
op a neck to a fair end.
[Erit, guarded. Give me a pen and ink.
Sat. Despiteful and intolerable wrongs! Sirrah, can you with a grace deliver a supplica- Shall I endure this monstrous villany 1 tion ?
I know from whence this same device proceeds; Clo. Ay, sir.
May this be borne ?-as if his traitorous sons, Tit. Then here is a supplication for you. And That died by law for murder of our brother, when you come to him, at the first approach, Have by my means been butcher'd wrongfully.-you must kneel; then kiss his foot; then deliver Go, drag the villain bither by the hair; up your pigeons; and then look for your reward. Nor age, nor honour, shall shape privilege: I'll be at hand, sir : see you do it bravely. For this proud mock, l'll be thy slaughterman;
Clo. I warrant you, sir ; let me alone. Sly frantick wretch, that bolp'st to make me
In hope thyself should govern Rome and me.
more cause !
[Excunt. Of high-resolved men, bent to the spoil, SCENE IV. The same. Before the Palace. They bither march amain, under conduct Enter Saturninus, Tamora, Chiron, Demetrius, of Lucius, son to old Andronicus; Lords, and others; Saturninus wich the Ar: Who threats, in course of this revenge, to do
As much as ever Coriolanus did. rows in his Hand that Titus shot.
Sat. Is warlike Lucius general of the Goths ? Sal Why, lords, what wrongs are these ? Was These tidings nip me; and I hang the head ever seen
As flowers with frost, or grass beat down with An emperor of Rome thus overborne,
(When I have walked like a private man,)
emperor. His sorrows have so overwhelm'd his wits, Tam. Why should you fear ? is not your city Shall we be thus afflicted in his wreaks,
strong? His fits, his frenzy, and his bitterness?
Sat. Ay, but the citizens favonr Lucius: And now he writes to heaven for his redress : And will revolt from me, to succour him. See, here's to Jove, and this to Mercury; Tam. King, be thy thoughts imperious, like This to Apollo; this to the god of war:
thy name. Sweet scrolls to fly about the streets of Rome! Is the sun dimm'd, that gnats do fly in it?.