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By day and night to attend him carefully ;
Clo, Front heaven? alas, sir, I never came there : And feed his humour kindly as we may,
God forbid, I should be so bold to press to heaven Till time beget some careful remedy.
in my young days. Why, I am going with my Mar. Kinsmen, his sorrows are past remedy. pigeons to the tribunal plebs, to take up a matter Join with the Goths; and with revengeful war of brawl betwixt my uncle and one of the emperial's Take wreak on Rome for this ingratitude, And vengeance on the traitor Saturnine.
Mar. Why, sir, that is as fit as can be, to serve Tit. Publius, bow now ? how now, my masters ? for your oration; and let him deliver the pigeons to What,
the emperor from you. Have you met with her ?
Tie. Tell me, can you deliver an oration to the Pub. No, my good lord: but Pluto sends you emperor with a grace? word
l'l. Nay, truly, sir, I could never say grace in If you will have revenge from hell, you shall : all my life. Marry, for Justice she is so employ'd,
Tit. Sirrah, come hither : make no more ado, He thinks, with Jove in heaven, or some where else, But give your pigeons to the emperor: Su that perforce you must needs stay a time. By me thou shali have justice at his hands. Tit
. He doth me wrong, to feed me with delays. Hold, hold ;—mean while, here's money for thy I'll dive into the burning lake below,
charges. And pull her out of Acheron by the heels. Give me a pen and ink. Marcus, we are but shrubs, no cedars we; Sirrah, can you with a grace deliver a supplication? No big-bon'd men, fram'd of the Cyclop's size : Clo. Ay, sir. But metal, Marcus, steel to the very back;
Tit. Then here is a supplication for you. And Yet wrung with wrongs, more than our backs can when you come to him, at the first approach, you bear :
must kneel; then kiss his foot; then deliver up And sith there is no justice in earth nor hell, your pigeons; and then look for your reward, r'll We will solicit heaven; and move the gods, be at hand, sir : see you do it bravely. To send down justice for to wreak' our wrongs: Clo. I warrant you, sir ; let me alone. Come, to this gear.” You are a good archer, Marcus. T'it. Sirrah, hast thou a knife ? Come, let me
(He gives them the Arrows. Ad Jovem, that's for you :-Here, ad Apollinem.- Here, Marcus, fold it in the oration; Ad Marlem, that's for myself;—
For thou hast made it like an humble suppliant:Here, boy, io Pallas :-Here, to Mercury :
And when thou hast given it to the emperor, To Saturn, Caius,» not to Saturnine,
Knock at my door, and tell me what he
says. You were as good to shoot against the wind. - Clo. God be with you, sir; I will. To it, boy. Marcus, loosesyou when I bid : Tit. Come, Marcus, let's go ;-Publius, follow O' my word, I have written to effect;
[Exeunt. There's not a god left unsolicited. Mar. Kinsmen, shoot all your shafts into the SCENE IV. The same. Before the Palace. Enter court : 4
SATURNINUS, TAMORA, CHIRON, DEMETRIUS, We will afflict the emperor in his pride.
Lords, and others; SATURNINUS with the Arrotos Tit. Now, masters, draw. (They shoot.] 0, well
in his Hand that Titus shot. said, Lucius!
Sat. Why, lords, what wrongs are these Was Good boy, in Virgo's lap; give it Pallas.
Mar. My lord, I aim a mile beyond the moon; An emperor of Rome thus overborne, Your letter is with Jupiter hy this.
Troubled, confronted thus : and, for the extent Tit. Ha! Publius, Publius, what hast thou done? Of egal justice, us’d in such contempt? See, see, thou hast shot off one of Taurus' horns. My lords, you know, as do the miglitful gods, Mar. This was the sport, my lord: when Pub. However these disturbers of our peace lius shot,
Buzz in the people's ears, there nought hath pass'd, The bull being gall’d, gave Aries such a knock, But even with law, against the wilful sons That down fell both the ram's horns in the court; Of old Andronicus. And what an if And who should find them but the empress' villain ? His sorrows have so overwhelm'd his wits, She laugh'd, and told the Moor, he should not Shall we be thus afflicted in his wreaks, choose
His fits, his frenzy, and his bitterness? But give them to his master for a present.
And now he writes to heaven for his redress : Tit. Why, there it goes: God give your lord- See, here's to Jove, and this to Mercury; ship joy.
This to Apollo ; this to the god of war: Enter a Clown, with a Basket and two Pigeons.
Sweet scrolls to fly about the streets of Rome' News, news from heaven! Marcus, the post is And blazoning our injustice every where ?
What's this, but libelling against the senate, Sirrah, what tidings ? have you any letters ?
A goodly humour, is it not, my lords? Shall Í have justice ? what says Jupiter ?
As who would say, in Ronie no justice were. hath taken them down again, for the man must not But he and his shall know, that justice lives Clo. Ho! the gibbet-maker ? he says, that he But, if I live, his feignod ecstasies
Shall be no shelter to these outrages : be hang'd till the next week. Tie. Bụt what says Jupiter, I ask thee?
In Saturninus' health ; whom, if she sleep, Clo. Alas, sir, I know not Jupiter ; I never drank He'll so awake, as she in fury'shall with him in ail my life.
Cut off the proud'st conspirator that lives.
Tam. My gracious lord, my lovely Saturnine, Tit. Why, villain, art not thou the carrier ? Clo. Ay, of my pigeons, sir ; nothing else.
Lord of my life, commander of my thoughts, T'it. Why, didst thou not come from heaven?
Calm thee, and bear the faults of Tirus' age,
The effects of sorrow for his valiant sons, 1 Revenge.
Whose loss hath piered him deep, and scarr'd his 2 Gear is here put for matter, business.
heart; 3 Cuins appears to have been one of the kinsmen of And rather comfort his distressed plight, Titus. Publius and Caius are again mentioned, Act v. Sc. 2. Steevens would read Cælus, as there was a Ro-Supposing the ballad to have been written before the man deity of that name.
play, this may be only a metaphorical expression, laken 4 In the ancient ballad, Titus Andronicus's Complaint, from Psalm Ixiv. 3:-They shoot out their arrows, even les the following passage:
bitter words.' Then past releife I upp and downe did goe,
5 The Clown means to say, plebeian tribune; i. e. tri. And with my teares wrote in the dust my woe: bune of the people. Hanmer supposes that he means I shot my arrowes towards heaven hie,
tribunus plebs. And for revenge to hell did often cry.'
Than prosecute the meanest, or the best, With golden promises; that were his heart
Even at his father's house, the old Andronicus.
Sat. Æmilius, do this message honourably : How now, good fellow? would'st thou speak with us? And if he stand on hostage for his safety,
Clo. Yes, forsooth, an your mistership be imperial. Bid him demand what pledge will please him best.
(Exit ÆmilIUS. good den :-I have brought you a letier, and a cou Tam. Now will I to that old Andronicus ; ple of pigeons here. Sat. reads the Letter. And temper with him all the art I have,
Sat. Go, take him away, and hang him presently. To pluck proud Lucius from the warlike Goths. Clo. How much money must I have ?
And now, sweel emperor, be blithe again, Tam. Come, sirrah, you must be hang'd. And bury all thy fear in my devices.
Clo. Hang’d! By'r lady, then I have brought up Sat. Then go successfully, and plead to him. a neck to a fair end. (Exit, guarded.
(Exeunt. Sat. Despiteful and intolerable wrongs ! Shall I endure this monstrous villany? I know from whence this same device proceeds;
ACT V. May this be borne ?-as if his traitorous sons, SCENE I. Plains near Rome. Enter Lucius, That died by law for murder of our brother,
and Goths, with Drum and Colours. Have by my means been butcher'd wrongfully.Go, drag the viliain hither by the hair ;
Luc. Approved warriors, and my faithful friends, Nor age, nor honour, shall shape privilege :
I have received letters from great Rome, For this proud mock, I'll be thy slaughterman;
Which signify, what hate they bear their emperor, Sly frantic wretch, that holp'st to make me great,
And how desirous of our sighi they are. In hope thyself should govern Rome and me.
Therefore, great lords, be, as your titles witness,
Imperious, and impatient of your wrongs;
And, wherein Rome hath done you any scath." What news with thee, Æmilius ?
Let him make treble satisfaction. Æmil. Arm, arm, my lords; Rome never had I Goth. Brave slip, sprung from the great Anmore cause!
dronicus, The Goths have gather'd head; and with a power whose name was once our terror, now our comfort ; or high-resolved men, bent to the spoil,
Whose high exploits, and honourable deeds, They hither march amain, under conduct
Ingrateful Rome requites with foul contempt, Of Lucius, son to old Andronicus;
Be bold in us : we'll follow where thou lead'st, Who threats, in course of this revenge, to do Like stinging bees in hottest summer's day, As much as ever Coriolanus did.
Led by their master to the flower'd fields, Sal. Is warlike Lucius general of the Goths ?
And be avenged on cursed Tamora. These tidings nip me; and I hang the head
Goths. And, as he saith, so say we all with him. As flowers with frost, or grass beat down with storms. Luc. I humbly thank him, and I thank you all. Ay, now begin our sorrows to approach :
But who comes here, led by a lusty Goth? 'Tis he the common people love so much; Enter a Goth, leading Aaron, with his Child on Myself hath often overheard them say
his Arms. (When I have walked like a private man,) That Lucius' banishment was wrongfully,
2 Goth. Renowned Lucius, from our troops I And they have wish'd that Lucius were their em- To gaze upon a ruinous monastery ;*
stray'd, peror. Tam. Why should you fear? is not your city Upon the wasted building, suddenly
And as I earnestly did fix mine eye strong?
I heard a child cry underneath a wall: Sat. Ay, but the citizens favour Lucius :
I made unto the noise ; when soon I heard And will revolt from me, to succour him. Tim. King, be thy thoughts imperious," like thy Peace, launy slave ; half me, and half thy dam !
The crying babe controll’d with this discourse :
Did not thy hue bewray whose brat thou art, Is the sun dimm’d, that gnats do fly in it?
Had nature lent thee but thy mother's look, The eagle suffers little birds to sing,
Villain, thou might'st have been an emperor : And is not careful what they mean thereby;
But where the bull and cow are both milk-white, Knowing that with the shadow of his wings,
They never do beget a coal-black cas.
Peace, villain, peace !-even thus he rates the babo,
For I must bear thee to a trusty Goth; Then cheer thv spirit; for know, thou emperor,
Who, when he knows thou art the empress' babe,
Will hold thee dearly for thy mother's sake.
Surpris'd him suddenly; and brought him hither,
To use as you think needful of the man. The other rotted with delicious feed.
Luc. O, worthy Goth! this is the incarnate dovil, Sat. But he will not entreat his son for us.
That robb’d Andronicus of his good hand : Tam. Ir Tamora entreat him, then he will :
This is the pearl that pleas'd your empress' eyo ;" For I can smooth and fill his aged ear
chronology, that no very conclusive argument can be I Flatter.
deducetl from the particular absurdity of these anachro2 See note on Troilus and Cressida, Act iv. Sc. 5; and nisins relative to the authenticity of Titus Andronicus. Cymbeline, Acı iv. Sc. 2.
And yet the ruined monastery, the popish tricks, &c. 3 i. e. siop their melody. So in Romeo and Juliet:- that Aaron talks of, and especially the French saluta. - it stinted, and cried-ay.'
tion from the mouth of Titus, are alıngether so very 4 If hy honey.stalks clover flowers are meant, it is an much out of place, that I cannot persuade myself that error to suppose that they produce the rot in sheep. even our hasly poet could have been guilty of their Cows ani oxen will indeed overcharge themselves with insertion, or would have permited them to remain, had clover and die.
he corrected the performance of another.'--Steerens.. 5 Srath is harm.
7 Alluding to the proverb, 'A black man is a pearl in Shakspeare has so perpetually offended against a fair woman's eye.
And here's the base fruit of his burning lust. That bloody mind, I think, they learn'd of me,
Where the dead corpse of Bassianus lay:
I wrote the letter that thy father found, And by his side his fruit of bastardy.
And hid the gold within the letter mention'd, Aar. Touch not the boy, he is of royal blood. Confederate with the queen and her two sons ;
Luc. Too like the sire for ever being good. And what not done, that thou hast cause to ruo, Firsi, hang the child, that he may see it sprawl ; Wherein I had no stroke of mischief in it? A sight to vex the faiher's soul withal.
I play'd the cheater for thy father's hand; Got me a ladder.
And, when I had it, drew myself apart, (A Laluler is brought, which Aaron is obliged And almost broke my heart with extreme laughter. to ascend.
I pry'd me through the crevice of a wall, Aar.
Lucius, save the child; When for his hand, he had his two sons' heads; And bear it from me to the emperess.
Beheld his tears, and laugh'd so heartily,.
And when I told the empress of this sport,
She swounded? almost at my pleasing tale, I'll speak no more; But vengeance rot you all! And, for my tidings gave me twenty kisses. Luc. Say on; and, if it please me which thou Goth. What! canst thou say all this, and Deves speak'st,
blush? Thy child 'shall live, and I will see it nourishid, Aar, Ay, like a black dog, as the saying is. Aar. An if it please thee? why, assure thee, Luc. Art thou not sorry for these heinous deeds? Lucius,
Aar. Ay, that I had not done a thousand more. "Twill vex thy soul to hear what I shall speak; Even now I curse the day (and yet, I think, For I must talk of murders, rapes, and massacres,
Few come within the compass of my curse, ) Acts of black night, abominable deeds,
Wherein I did not some notorious ill; Complots of mischief, treason ; villanies
As kill a man, or else devise his death; Ruthful to hear, yet piteously perform’d:' Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it'; And this shall all be buried by my death,
Accuse some innocent, and forswear myself:
Luc. Tell on thy mind I say, thy child shall live. Make poor men's cattle break their necks ;
Oft have I digg'd up dead men from their graves, That granted, how canst thou believe an oath? And set them upright at their dear friends' doors, Aar. What if I do not ? as, indeed, I do not ;
Even when their sorrows almost were forgot Yet, for I know thou art religious,
And on their skins, as on the bark of trees, And hast a thing within thee, called conscience ; Have with my knifé carved, in Roman letters, With twenty popish tricks and ceremonies,
Let not your sorrow die though I am dead.
And nothing grieves me heartily indeed,
But that I cannot do ten thousand more. To that I'll urge him :-Therefore, thou shalt vow Luc. Bring down the devil; for he must not die By that same god, what god soe'er it be,
So sweet a death as hanging presently. That thou ador’st and hast in reverence,
Aar. If there be devils, 'would I were a devil, To save my boy, to nourish and bring him up;
To live and burn in everlasting fire; Or else I will discover nought to thee.
So I might have your company in hell, Luc. Even by my god, I swear, to thee I will. But to torment you with my bitter tongue ! Aar. First, know thou, I begot him on the em Luc. Sirs, stop his mouth and let him speak no
Enter a Goth.
Goth. My lord, there is a messenger from Rome,
Desires to be admitted to your presence. 'Twas her two sons that murder'd Bassianus;
Luc. Let him come near.-
ming? Aar. Why, she was wash’d, and cut, and trimm'd; The Roman emperor greets you all by me:
Æmil. Lord Lucius, and you princes of the Goths. and 'twas Trim sport for them that had the doing of it.
And, for he understands you are in arms, Lauc. O, barbarous, beastly villains, like thyself! He craves a parley at your father's house, Aw. Indeed, I was their tutor to instruct them! Willing you to demand your hostages, That codding“ spirit had they from their mother,
And they shall be immediately deliver'd.
I Goth. What says our general ? As sure a card as ever won the set :
Luc. Æmilius, let the emperor give his pledges les performed in a manner exciting
commiseration. Unto my father and my uncle Marcus, 2 Steevens thinks that the allusion is to a custom men.
And we will come. -March away. (Exeunt. tioned in Genesis, xxiv. 9. 3 1. e. lascivious.
7 The verb to suround, which we now write swoon, 4 That love of bed-sports.
was anciently in common use. 5 An allusion to bull-dogs; whose generosity and 8 Marlowe has been supposed to be the author of this courage are always shown by meeting the bull in front. play; and whorver will read the conversation between Amougst the dogs and beares he goes,
Barabas and Ithimore, in the Jew of Malta, Act ii. and Where, while he skipping cries-- To hood, --10 head.' compare it with these sentiments of Aaron, will perceive
Daries's Epigrams. much reason for the opinion. 6 Perhaps Young had this speech in his thoughts 9 It appears from these words that the audience were when he made his Moor say :
entertained with part of the pparatus of an ex
10 Perhaps this is a stage direction crept into the text,
SCENE II. Rome. Before Titus's House. En- | Have miserable, mad, mistaking eyes.
ter Tamora, Chiron, aud DEMETRIUS, dis- o, sweet Revenge, now do I come to thee :
And, if one arm's embracement will content thee,
(Erit Titus, from above. And say, I am Revenge, sent from below,
Tam. This closing with him fits his lunacy: To join with him and right his heinous wrongs.
Whate'er I forge, to feed his brain-sick fits, Knock at his study, where, they say, he keeps,
Do you uphold and maintain in your speeches To ruminate strange plots of dire revenge ;
For now he firmly takes me for Revenge ; Tell him, Revenge is come to join with him,
And being credulous in this mad thought,
And, whilst I at a banquet hold him sure,
l'll find some cunning practice out of hand, Tit. Who doth molest my contemplation ?
To scatter and disperse the giddy Goths, Is it your trick, to make me ope the door ;
Or, at the least, make them his enemies. That so my sad decrees may fly away,
See, here he comes, and I must ply my theme. And all my study be to no effect?
Tie. Long have I been forlorn, and all for theo :
Rapine, and Murder, you are welcome too :-
How like the empress and her sons you are ! Tit. No; not a word : How can I grace my talk, Well are you fitted, had you but a Moor: Wanting a hand to give it action?
Could not all hell afford you such a devil ? Thou hast the odds of me, therefore no more. For, well I wot, the empress never wags, Tam. If thou didst know me, thou would'st talk But' in her company there is a Moor;
And, would you represent our queen aright, Tit. I am not mad; I know thee well enough :
It were convenient you had such a devil: Witness this wretched stump, witness these crim- But welcomo, as you are. What shall we do? son lines;
Tam. What would'st thou have us do, androniWitness these trenches, made by grief and care ;
cus? Witness the tiring day, and heavy night ;.
Dem. Show me a murderer, I'll deal with him. Witness all sorrow, that I know thee well
Chi. Show me a villain, that hath done a rapo, For our proud empress, mighty Tamora :
And I am sent to be reveng'd on him. Is not thy coming for my other hand ?
Tam. Show me a thousand, that hath done thee Tam. Know thou, sad man, I am not Tamora ;
wrong, She is thy enemy, and I thy friend :
And I will be revenged on them all.
Go thou with him; and when it is thy hap,
Good Rapine, stab him; he is a ravisher.-
Go thou with them; and in the emperor's court
Tit. Art thou Revengo ? and art thou sent to me, I pray thec, do on them some violent death,
They have been violent to me and mine.
But would it please thee, good Andronicus,
And bid him come and banquet at thy house :
I will bring in the empress and her sons, And whirl along with thee about the globes. The emperor himself, and all thy foes; Provide thee proper palfreys, black as jet,
And at thy mercy shall they stoop and kneel,
And on them shalt thou ease thy angry heart.
Go, gentle Marcus, to thy nephew Lucius; Until his very downfall in the sea.
Thou shalt inquire him out among the Goths :
Bid him repair to me, and bring with him
Tam. These are my ministers, and come with me. Bid him encamp his soldiers where they are:
Feast at my house : and he shall feast with them. Tam. Rapine and Murder; therefore called so, This do thou for my love ; and so let him, 'Cause they take vengeance of such kind of men. As he regards his aged father's life. Tit. Good lord, how like the empress' sons they Mar. This will I do, and soon return again. are !
(Erit. And you the empress! But we worldly men Tam. Now will I hence about thy business,
And take my ministers along with me. 1 Rape and rapine appear to have been sometimes
Tit. Nay, nay,
let Rape and Murder stay with me; used anciently as synonymous terma. Gower, De Con. fessione Amantis, lib. v ver. 116, uses ruvyne in the 2 Similar violations of syntax, according to modern
notions, are not unfrequent in our elder writers. Thus
Hobbes, in his History of the Civil Wars :-*If the king
give us leave, you or I may as lawfully preach as them
same sense :
Or else I'll call my brother back again,
And bid that strumpet, your unhallow'd dam, And cleave to no revenge but Lucius.
Like to the earth, swallow her own increase 2 Tam. What say you, boys ? will you abide with This is the feast that I have bid her to, him,
And this the banquet she shall surfeit on;
For worse than Philomel you us'd my daughter, How I have govern'd our determin'd jest?
And worse than Progne I will be reveng'd : Yield to his humour, smooth and speak him fair, And now prepare your throats.--Lavinia, come,
(He cuts their Throats. And tarry with him, till I come again.
Receive the blood : and, when that they are dead, Tit. I know them all, though they suppose me Let me go grind their bones to powder small,
And with this hateful liquor temper it; And will o'er-reach them in their own devices, And in that paste let their vile heads be bak’d. A pair of cursed hell-hounds, and their dam. Come, come, be every one officious
[ Aside. To make this banquet ; which I wish may prove Dem. Madam, depart at pleasure, leave us here. More stern and bloody than the Centaur's feast.
Tam. Farewell, Andronicus : Revenge pow goes So, now bring them in, for I will play the cook, To lay a complot to betray thy foes.
And see them ready 'gainst their mother comes. (Exit TAMORA.
[Exeunt, bearing the dead Bodies. Til. I know, thou dost; and, sweet Revenge, SCENE III. The same. A Pavilion, with Tables, farewell.
&c. Enter Lucius, MARCUS, and Goths, with Chi. Tell us, old man, how shall we be employ'd ?
A ARON, Prisoner.
Luc. Uncle Marcus, since 'tis my father's mind,
That I repair to Rome, I am content.
1 Goth. And ours, with thine," befall what fortune Pub. What's your will ?
Know you these two? Luc. Good uncle, take you in this barbarous Moor, Pub.
Th' empress' sons, This ravenous tiger, this accursed devil; I take them, Chiron and Demetrius.
Let him receive no sustenance, fetter him, Tit. Fie, Publius, fie! thou art too much de- Till he be brought unto the empress' face, ceiv'd ;
For testimony of her foul proceedings :
I fear, the emperor means no good to us.
Aar. Some devil whisper curses in mine ear, Oft have you heard me wish for such an hour,
And prompt me,
my tongue may utter forth And now I find it; therefore bind them sure ; The venomous malice of my swelling heart ! And stop their mouths, if they begin to try. Luc. Away, inhuman dog! unhallow'd slave!
(Exit Titus. Publius, &-c. lay hold on Sirs, help our uncle to convey him in.-
[Ereunt Goths, with AARON. Flourish. Chi. Villains, forbear: we are the empress' sons. The trumpets show the emperor is at hand. Pub. And therefore do we what we are com- Enter SATURNINUS and TAMORA, with Tribunes, manded.
Senators, and others.
Sat. What, hath the firmament more suns than Re-enter Titus ANDRONICUS, with LAVINIA ; she
Luc. What boots it thee, to call thyself a sun ? bearing a Bason, and he a Knife.
Mar. Rome's emperor, and nephew, break4 the Tit. Come, come, Lavinia ; look, thy foes are
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, 0, villains, Chiron and Demetrius !
peace, for love, for league, and good to Rome : Here stands the spring whom you have stain’d with Please you, therefore, draw nigh, and take your
places. This goodly summer with your winter mix'd. Sat. Marcus, we will. You kill'd her husband; and, for that vile fault,
[Hautboys sound. The Company sit down at Two of her brothers were condemn'd to death :
Table. My hand cut off, and made a merry jest: Both her sweet hands, her tongue, and that, more Enter Titus, dressed like a Cook, LAVINIA, veiled, dear
Young Lucius, and others. Titus places the Than hands or tongue, her spotless chastity,
Dishes on the Table. Inhuman traitors, you constrain's and forc'd. Tit. Welcome, my gracious lord: welcome, dread What would you say, if I should let you speak ?
queen; Villains, for shame you could not beg for grace. Welcome, ye warlike Goths ; welcome, Lucius; Hark, wretches, how I mean to martyr you. And welcome, all: although the cheer be poor, This one hand yet is left to cut your throats; 'Twill fill your stomachs; please you eat of it. Whilst that Lavinia 'tween her stumps doth hold Sat. Why art thou thus attir'd, Andronicus ? The bason, that receives your guilty blood.
Tit. Because I would be sure to have all well, You know, your mother means to feast with me, To entertain your highness and your empress. And calls herself Revenge, and thinks me mad, Tam. We are beholden to you, good Andronicus. Hark, villains ; I will grind your bones to dust, Tit. An if your highness knew my heart, you were. And with your blood and it, I'll make a paste ;
My lord the emperor resolve me this ; And of the paste a coffin' I will rear,
Was it well done of rash Virginius, And make two pasties of your shameful heads; To slay his daughter with his own right hand,
Because she was enforc'd, stain'd, and deflour'd ?" | A coffin is the term for the crust of a raised pie. 2 i. e. her own produce. “The earth's increase' is 5 Rowe may have availed himself of this passage in the produce of the earth. 'Then shall the earth bring The Fair Penitent, where Sciolto asks Calista :forth her increase.' Psalm lxvii. 6. So in the Tem. Hast thou not heard what brave Virginius did ? pest, Act iv. Sc. I:
With his owo hand he slew bis enly daughter,' &c. • Earth'a increase and frison plenty.'
Titus Andronicus (as Steevens observes) is incorrect in 3. And our content runs parallel with thine, be the his statement of this occurrence, for Virginia died un consequence of our coming to Rome what it may.' violated. Mr. Boswell seems to think this is qualified
4 1. e. begio the parley. We yet say, he breaks his by his saying that he had more cause to slay his mind.
daughter than Virginius.