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a lasty Goth?

Why dost not speak? What! deaf? No; not a word?

dar. Touch not the boy, he is of royal blood!

Luc. Too like the sire for ever being good. – Go thou before, be our ambassador! [To Aemilius. First hang the child, that he may see it sprawl;

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Enter Clown.

Aemil. Your bidding shall I do effectually. How now, good fellow? would'st thou speak with us?

(Exit Aemilius. Clo. Yes, forsooth, in your mistership be emperial. Tcm. Now will I to that old Andronicus; Tam. Empress, I am, but yonder sits the emperor. And temper him, with all the art I have, Clo. 'Tis he. — God, and saint Stephen, give you To pluck proud Lucius from the warlike Goths. good den: I have brought you a letter, and a couple And now, sweet emperor, be blithe again, of pigeons here. (Saturninus reads the letter. And bury all thy fear in my devices.

Sat. Go, take him away, and hang him presently. Sat.Then go successfully,and plead to him! (Exeunt.
Clo. How much money must I have?
Tam. Come, sirrah, you must be hang'd!

А ст V.
Clo. Hang'd! By’r lady, then I have brought up a
neck to a fair end.

[Exit, guarded.

SCENE IV.- Plains near Rome.
Sat. Despiteful and intolerable wrongs!

Enter Lucius, and Goths, with drum and colours.
Shall I endure this moustrous villainy?

Luc. Approved warriors, and my faithful friends,
I know from whence this same device proceeds; I have received letters from great Rome,
May this be borne ? — as it his traitorous sons, Which siguify, what hate they bear their emperor.
That died by law for murder of our brother, And how desirous of our sight they are.
Have by my means been butcher'd wrongfully. – Therefore, great lords, be, as your titles witness,
Go, drag the villain hither by the hair!

Imperious, and impatient of your wrongs;
Nor age, nor hononr, shall shape privilege ! - And, wherein Rome hath done you any scath,
For this proud mock, I'll be thy slaughter-mar; Let him make treble satisfaction.
Sly frantic wretch, that holp'st to make me great, 1 Goth. Brave slip, sprung from the great Andro-
In nope thyself should govern Rome and me,

nicus,
Enter AEMILIUS,

Whose name was once our terror, not our comfort; What news with thee, Aemilius?

Whose high exploits, and honourable deeds, Aemil. Arm, arm, my lords! Rome never had more Ingrateful Rome requites with foul contempt, cause!

Be bold in us: we'll follow where thou lead'st, The Goths have gather'd head; and with a power

Like stinging bees in hottest summer's day,
of high-resolved men, bent to the spoil,

Led by their master to the flower'd fields, –
They hither march amain, under conduct

And be aveng'd on cursed Tamora.
Of Lucius, son to old Andronicus;

Goths. And, as he saith, so say we all with him!
Who threats, in course of this revenge, to do

Luc. I humbly thank him, and I thank you
As much as ever Coriolanus did.

But who comes here, led by
Sat. Is warlike Lueius general of the Goths ? Enter a Goth, leading AARON, with his child in
These tidings nip me; and I hang the head

his arms.
As flowers with frost, or grass beat down with storms.

2 Goth. Renowned Lucius, from our troops I stray'd, Ay, now begin our sorrows to approach :

To gaze upon a ruinous mopastery;
'Tis he the common people love so much;

And as I earnestly did fix mine eye
Myself hath often over-heard them say,

Upon the wasted building, suddenly
(When I have walked like a private man,)

I heard a child cry underneath a wall:
That Lucius' banishment was wrongfully,

I made unto the noise; when soon I heard
And they have wish'd that Lucius were their emperor. The crying babe controll'd with this discourse :
Tam. Why should you fear? is not your city strong? Peace, tayny slove; half me, and half thy dam!
Sat. Ay, but the citizens favour Lucius;

Did not thy hue be wray whose brat thou art

. And will revolt from me, to succour him.

llud nature lent thee but thy mother's look, Tam. King, be thy thoughts imperious, like thy Willain, thou might'st have been an emperor; name!

But where the bull and cow are both milk white,
Is the sun dimm’d, that goats do fly in it? They never do beget a coal-black calf.
The eagle suffers little birds to sing,

Peace, villain, peuce! even thus he rates the babe, -
And is not careful what they mean thereby;

For I must bear thee to a trusty Goth;
Knowing that with the shadow of his wings,

Who, when he knows thou art the empress

' babe, He can at pleasure stint their melody:

Will hold thee dearly for thy mother's sake,
Even so may'st thou the giddy men of Rome.

With this, my weapon drawn, I rush'd upon him,
Then cheer thy spirit: for know, thou emperor,

Surpris’d him suddenly; and brought him bither,
I will enchant the old Andronicus,

To use as you think needful of the man.
With words more sweet, and yet more dangerous,

Luc. O worthy Goth! this is the incarnate devil,
Than baits to fish, or honey-stalks to sheep;

That robb’d Andronicus of his good hand : When as the one is wounded with the bait, This is the pearl that pleas’d your empress' eye: The other rotted with delicious feed.

And here's the base fruit of his burniog lust. — Sat. But he will not entreat his son for us.

Say, wall-ey'd slave, whither would'st thou contey
Tam. If Tamora entreat him, then he will:

This growing image of thy fiend-like face?
For I can smooth, and fill his aged ear
With golden promises ; that were his heart

A halter, soldieis! hang him on this tree,
Almost impregnable, his old.ears deaf,

And by his side his fruit of bastardy!
Yet should both ear and heart obey my tongue.-
Say, that the emperor requests a parley
of warlike Lucius, and appoint the meeting,

A sight to ver the father's soul withal.
Even at his father's house, the old Andronicus.

Get me a ladder!
Sat. Aemilius, do this message honourably:
And if he stand on hostage for his safety,

to ascend.
Bid him demand what pledge will please him best. And bear it from me to the emperess.

Aar. Lucias, save the child :

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If thou do this, I'll show thee wondrous things, Aar. Ay, that I had not done a thousand more.
That highly may advantage thee to hear:

Eveu ngii curse the day, (and yet, I think,
If thou wilt not, befall what may befall,

Few come within the compass of my curse,)
J'll speak no more; but vengeance rot you all! Wherein I did not some notorious ill:
Luc. Say on; and, if it please me which thou As kill a man, or else devise his death;
speak'st,

Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it:
Thy child shall live, and I will see it nourish’d. Accuse some innocent, and forswear myself;

Aur. An if it please thee? why,'assure thee, Lucius, Set deadly enmity between two friends;
'Twill vex thy soul to hear what I shall speak; Make poor men's cattle break their necks :
For I must talk of murders, rapes, and massacres, Set fire un barns and hay-stacks in the night,
Acts oft black night, abominable deeds,

And bid the owners quench them with their tears.
Complots of mischief, treason; villainies

Ost have I digg'd up dead men from their graves, Ruthful to hear, yet piteously perform’d:

And set them upright at their dear friends' doors. And this shall all be buried by my death,

Even when their sorrows almost were forgot;
Unless thou swear to me, my child shall live. And on their skins, as on the bark of trees,
Luc. Tell on thy mind ; 1 say, thy child shall live! Have with my knife carved in Roman letters,
Aar. Swear, that he shall, and then I will begin! Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead.
Luc. Who should I swear by ? thou believ'st no god; Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful things,
That granted, how canst thou believe an oath? As willingly as one would kill a fly;

Aar. What if I do not? as, indeed, I do not: And nothing grieves me heartily indeed,
Yet, — for I know thou art religious,

But that I cannot do ten thousand more.
And hast a thing within thee, called conscience; Luc. Bring down the devil; for he must not die
With twenty popish tricks and ceremonies, So sweet a death as hanging presently.
Which I have seen thee careful to observe,

Aar. If there be devils, 'would I were a devil,
Therefore I urge thy oath: for that, I know, To live and burn in everlasting fire;
An idiot holds his bauble for a god,

So I might have your company in hell,
And keeps the oath, which by that god he swears ; But to torment you with my bitter tongue!
To that I'll urge him :-—therefore, thou shalt vow Luc. Sirs, stop his mouth, and let him speak no more!
By that same god, what god soe'er it be,

Enter a Goth.
That thou ador'st and hast in reverence,

Goth. My lord, there is a messenger from Rome,
To save my boy, to nourish, and bring him up,

Desires to be admitted to your presence.
Or else I will discover nought to thee.

Luc. Let him come near. —
Luc. Even by my god, I swear to thee, I will !

Enter AEMILICS.
Aar. First, know thou, I begot him on the empress. Welcome, Aemilius, what's the news from Rome?
Luc. O most insatiate, luxurious woman!

Aemil. Lord Lucius, and you princes of the Goths,
Aar. Tut, Lucius! this was but a deed of charity, The Roman emperor greets you all by me:
To that which thou shalt hear of me anon. And, for he understands you are in arms,
'Twas her two sons that murder'd Bassianus: He craves a parley at your father's house,
They cut thy sister's tongue and ravish'd her, Willing you to demand your hostages,
Aud cut her hands; and trimm'd her as thou saw'st. And they shall be immediately deliver’d.
Luc. 0, détestable villain! call'st thou that trim- 1 Goth. What says our general ?
ming?

Luc. Aemilius, let the emperor give his pledges
Aar. Why, she was wash'd, and cut, and trimm'd; Unto my father and my uncle Marcus,
and 'twas

And we will come. March away! [Exeunt.
Trim sport for them that had the doing of it.
Luc. O barbarous, beastly villains, like thyself! SCENE II. — Rome. Before Titus's house,
Aar. Iudeed, I was their tutor to instruct them; Enter Tamora, Chiron, and DemETRIUS, disguised.
That codding spirit had they from their mother, Tum. Thus, in this strange and sad habiliment,
As sure a card, as ever won the set;

I will encounter with Andronicus;
That bloody mind, I think, they learn'd of me, And say, I am Revenge, sent from below,
As true a dog, as ever fought at head. —

To join with him, and right his heinous wrongs.
Well, let my deeds be witness of my worth ! Knock at his study, where, they say, he keeps,
I train'd thy brethren to that guileful hole, To ruminate strange plots of dire revenge;
Where the dead corpse of Bassianus lay:

Tell him, Revenge is come to join with him,
I wrote the letter that thy father found,

And work confusion on his enemies. [They knock.
And hid the gold within the letter mention'd,

Enter Titus above.
Confederate with the queen, and her two sons ; Tit. Who doth molest my contemplation ?
And what not done, that thou hast cause to rue, Is it your trick, to make me ope the door;
Wherein I had no stroke of mischief in it? That so my sad decrees may fly away,
I play'd the cheater for thy father's hand;

And all my study be to no effect?
And when I had it, drew myself apart,

You are deceiv'd: for what I mean to do,
And almost broke my heart with extreme laughter. See here, in bloody lines I have set down;
I pry'd me through the crevice of a wall,

And what is written shall be executed.
When, for his hand, he had his two sons' heads; Tam. Titus, I am come to talk with thee.
Beheld his tears, and laugh'd so heartily,

Tit. No, not a word! How can I grace my talk,
That both mine eyes were rainy like to his; Wanting a hand to give it action ?
And when I told the empress of this sport, Thou hast the odds of me, therefore no more!
She swounded almost at my pleasing tale,

Tam. If thou did'st know me, thou would'st talk
And, for my tidings, gave me twenty kisses.

with me. Goth. What! canst hou say all this, and never Tit. I am not mad; I know thee well enough: blush?

Witness this wretched stump, these crimson lines; Aar. Ay, like a black dog, as the saying is. Witness these trenches, made by grief and care; Luc. Art thou not sorry for these heinous deeds? / Witness the tiring day, and heavy night;

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To lay a complot to betray thy foes! ( Exit Tamari.

Witness all sorrow, that I know thee well

Chi. Show me a villain, that hath done a rape,
For our proud empress, mighty Tamora!
And I am sent to be reveng'd on him.

C Is not thy coming for my other hand?

Tam. Show me a thousand, that have 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.
I am Revenge; sent from the infernal kingdom, Tit. Look round about the wicked streets of Rome;
To ease the gnawing vulture of thy mind, And when thou find'st a man that's like thyself,
By working wreakful vengeance on thy foes. Good Murder, stab him; he's a murderer! -
Come down, and welcome me to this world's light; Go thou with him; and when it is thy hap,
Confer with me of murder and of death :

To find another that is like to thee,
There's not a hollow cave, nor lurking-place, Good Rapine, stab him; he is a ravisher! -

SE No vast obscurity, or misty vale,

Go thou with them; and in the emperor's court
Where bloody murder, or detested rape,

There is a queen, attended by a Moor;
Can couch for fear, but I will find them out; Well may'st thou know her by thy own proportion,
And in their ears tell them my dreadful name,

and down she doth resemble thee; Revenge, which makes the foul offender quake. pray thee, do on them some violent death, Tit. Art thou Revenge? and art thou sent to me, They have been violent to me and mine.

$ To be a torment to mine enemies?

Tum. Well hast thon lesson'd us; this shall wedo.

F Tam. I am; therefore come down, and welcome me! But would it please thee, good Andronicus, Tit. Do me some service, ere I come to thee. To send for Lucius, thy thrice valiant son,

1 Lo, by thy side where Rape, and Murder, stands; Who leads towards Rome a band of warlike Goths, Now give some 'surance that thou art Revenge, And bid him come and banquet at thy house: Stab them, or tear them on thy chariot wheels; When he is here, even at thy solemn feast, And then I'll come, and be thy waggoner, I will bring in the empress and her sons,

7 And whirl along with thee about the globes. The emperor himself, and all thy foes ;

1 Provide thee proper palfries, black as jet,

And at thy mercy shall they stoop and kneel

, To hale thy vengeful waggon swift away,

And on them shalt thou ease thy angry heart. And find out murderers in their guilty caves : What says Andronicus to this device? And, when thy car is loaden with their heads, Tit. Marcus, my brother!-- 'tis sad Titus calls. 1 I will dismount, aud by the waggon wheel

Enter MARCUS. Trot, like a servile footman, all day long,

Go, gentle Marcus, to thy nephew Lucius; Even from Hyperion's rising in the east,

Thou shalt enquire him out among the Goths

: Until his very downfal in the sea.

Bid him repair to me, and bring with him
And day by day I'll do this heavy task,

Some of the chiefest princes of the Goths;
So thou destroy Rapine and Murder there. Bid him encamp his soldiers where they are:
Tum. These are my ministers, and come with me. Tell him, the emperor and the empress
Tit. Are they thy ministers ? what are they callid ? 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!
And you the empress ! But we worldly men

Tam. Now will I hence about thy business, Have miserable, mad, mistaking eyes.

And take my ministers along with me. O sweet Revenge, now do I come to thee:

Tit. Nay, nay, let Rape and Murder stay with me; And, if one arm's embracement will content thee, Or else I'll call{my brother back again, I will embrace thee in it by and by.

And cleave to no revenge but Lucius. (Exit Titus, froin above. Tam. [To her Sons. ] 'What say you, boys? will Tam. This closing with him fits his lunacy:

you abide with him,
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 governd our determiu'd jest?
For now he firmly takes me for Revenge ;

Yield to his humour, smooth and speak him foir,
And, being credulous in this mad thought,
I'll make him send for Lucius, his son ;

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

Tit. I know them all, though they suppose me mad; J'll find some canning practice ont of hand,

And will o'er-reach them in their own devices; To scatter and disperse the giddy Goths,

A pair of carsed hell-hounds, and their dan. Or, at the least, make them his enemies. See, here he comes, and I must ply my theme! Dem. Madam, depart at pleasure, leave us here! Enter Titus.

Tam. Farewell, Androuicus! Revenge now goes Tit. Long have I been forlorn, and all for thee: Welcome, dread fury, to my woful house!

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

well! 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, come hither, Caius, and Valentino! For, well I wot, the empress never wags,

Enter Publius, and Others. But in her company there is a Moor;

Pub. What's your will ? And, would you represent our queen aright, Tit. Know you these two? It were convenient you had sach a devil:

Pub. The empress' sons, But welcome, as you are. What shall we do?

I take them, Chiron and Demetrius. Tam. What would'st thou have us do, Andro

Tit. Fye, Publius, fye! thou art too much de nicus?

ceiv'd; Dem. Show me a murderer, I'll deal with him.

The one is Murder, Rape is the other's pame,

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And therefore bind them, gentle Publius! I fear the emperor means no good to us.
Caius, and Valentine, lay hands on them!

Aar. Some devil whisper curses in mine ear,
Oft have you heard me wish for snch an hour,

And

prompt me, that 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 cry! Luc. Away, inhuman dog! unhallow'd slave! [Exit Titus. Publius, ete. lay hold on Chi-Sirs, help our uncle to convey him in !ron and Demetrius.

[Exeunt 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 command- Enter SATURNINOS and TAMORA, with Tribunes, Seed.

nators, and Others.
Stop close their mouths, let them not speak a word! Sat. What, hath the firmament more suns than one?
Is he sure bound ? look, that you bind them fast. Luc. What boots it thee, to call thyself a sun?
Re-enter Titus Andkonicus, with Lavixia; she bear- Mar. Rome's emperor, and nephew, break the parle;
ing a bason, and he a knife.

These quarrels must be quietly debated.
Tit. Come, come, Lavinia! look, thy foes are The feast is ready, which the careful Titus
bound!-

Hath ordain'd to an honourable end,
Sirs, stop their mouths, let them not speak to me! For peace, for love, for league, and good to Rome:
But let them hear what fearful words I utter! Please you, therefore, draw nigh and take your places !
O villains, Chiron and Demetrius!

Sat. Marcus, we will!
Here stands the spring whom you have stain'd with (Hautboys sound. The Company sit down at table.
mud;

Enter Titus, dressed like a cook, Lavinia veiled,
This goodly summer with your winter mix'd. young Lucius, and Others. Titus places the
You kill'd her husband ; and, for that vile fault, dishes on the table.
Two of her brothers were condemn'd to death: Tit. Welcome, my gracious lord ! welcome, dread
My hand cut off, and made a merry jest:

queen!
Both her sweet hands, her tongue, and that, more Welcome, ye varlike Goths! welcome, Luciąs !
dear

And welcome, all! Although the cheer be poor,
Than hands or tongue, her spotless chastity, 'Twill fill your stomachs; please you, eat of it!
Inhuman traitors, you constrain’d and forc'd. Sat. Why art thou thus attir'd, Andronicus?
What would you say, if I should let you speak? Tit. Because I would be sure to have all well,
Villains, for shame you could not beg for grace! To entertain your highness, and your empress:
Hark, wretches, how I mean to martyr you. Tam. We are beholden to you, good Andronicus.
This one hand yet is left to cut your throats ; Tit. An if your highness knew my heart, you were.
Whilst that Lavinia 'tween her stumps doth hold My lord the emperor, resolve me this:
The bason, that receives your guilty blood. Was it well done of rash Virginius,
You know, your mother means to feast with me, To slay his daughter with his own right hand,
And calls herself, Revenge, and thinks me mad, - Because she was enforc'd, stain'd, and deflower'd ?
Hark, villains! I will grind your bones to dust, Sat. It was, Andronicus.
And with your blood and it, I'll make a paste; Tit. Your reason, mighty lord ?
And of the paste a coffin I will rear,

Sat. Because the girl should not survive her shame,
And make two pasties of your shameful heads; And by her presence still renew his sorrows.
And bid that strumpet, your anhallow'd dam, Tit. A reason mighty, strong, and effectual ;
Like to the earth, swallow her own increase.

A pattern, precedent, and lively warrant
This is the feast that I have bid her to,

For me, most wretched, to perform the like;-
And this the banquet she shall surfeit on;

Die, die, Lavinia, and thy shame with thee!
For worse than Philomel you us'd my daughter,

(He kills Lavinia.
And worse than Progne I will be reveng’d: And with thy shame, thy father's sorrow die !
And now prepare your throats. — Lavinia, come, Sat. What hast thou done, unpatural, and unkind?

[He cuts their throats. Tit.Kill'd her, for whom my tears have made me blind.
Receive the blood! and, when that they are dead, I am as woful, as Virginius was ;
Let me go grind their bones to powder small, And have a thousand times more cause than he
And with this hateful liquor temper it;

To do this outrage; - and it is now done.
And in that paste let their vile heads be bak'd. Sat. What, was she ravish'd? tell, who did the deed!
Come, come, be every one officious

Tit. Will't please you eat? will't please your high-
To make this banquet; which I wish may prove

pess feed ?
More stern and bloody, than the Centaurs' feast. Tam. Why hast thou slain thine only daughter thus?
So, now bring them in, for I will play the cook, Tit. Not I; 'twas Chiron, and Demetrius :
And see them ready 'gainst their mother comes. They ravish'd her, and cut away her tongue,

(Exeunt, bearing the dead bodies. And they, 'twas they, that did her all this wrong. SCENE III.

The same. A pavilion, with Sąt. Go, fetch them hither to us presently!
tables, etc.

Tit. Why, there they are both, baked in that pye;
Enter Lucius, Mancus, and Goths, with Asron, Whereof their mother daintily hath fed,
prisoner.

Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred.
Luc. Uncle, Marcus, since 'tis my father's mind, 'Tis true, 'tis true! witness my knife's sharp point!
That I repair to Rome, I am content.

[Killing Tamora. 1 Goth. And ours, with thine, befall what fortune Sat. Die, frantic wretch, for this accursed deed! will!

[Killing Titrus. Luc. Good uncle, take you in this barbarous Moor, Luc. Can the son's eye behold his father bleed ? This ravenous tiger, this accursed devil;

There's meed for meed, death, for a deadly deed. Let him receive no sustenance, fetter him,

(Kills Saturninus. A great tumult. Tho Till he be brought onto the empress' face,

People in confusion disperse. Marcus, For testimony of her foul proceedings:

Lucius, and their partisans, ascend And see the ambush of our friends be strong:

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Mar. You sad-fac'd men, people and sons of Rome, And bring our emperor gently in thy hand,
By nproar sever'd, like a flight of fowl

Lucius our emperor; for, well I know,
Scatter'd by winds and high tempestuous gusts,

The common voice do cry, it shall be so! 0, let me teach you how to knit again

Rom. (Several speak.] Lucius, all, hail! Rome's This scatter'd corn into one mutual slıcaf,

royal emperor! These broken limbs again into one body!

Lucius, etc. descend.
Sen. Lest Rome herself be bane unto herself; Mar. Go, go into old Titus' sorrowful house;

P: And she, whom mighty kingdoms court’sy to,

[ To an Altendant.

11 Like a forlorn and desperate cast-away, And hither hale that misbelieving Moor,

E Do shameful execution on herself.

To be adjudg’d some direful slaughtering death,
But if my frosty signs and chaps of age,
As punishment for his most wicked life.

C Grave witnesses of true experience,

Rom. (Several speak.] Lucius, all hail! Rome's

L Cannot induce you to attend my words, –

gracious governor! Speak, Rome's dear friend; [To Lucius.] as erst our

Luc. Thanks, gentle Romans ! May I govern so, T ancestor,

To heal Rome's harms, and wipe away her woe! P When with his solemn tongue he did discourse, But, gentle people, give me aim a while,

I To love-sick Dido's sad attending ear,

For nature puts me to a heavy task; The story of that baleful burning night,

Stand all aloof;- but, uncle, draw yon near, When subtle Greeks surpriz'd king Priam's Troy; (To shed obsequious tears upon this trunk:Tell us, what Sinon hath bewitch'd our ears, 0, take this warm kiss on thy pale cold lips. Or who hath brought the fatal engine in,

(Kisses Tituse That gives our Troy, our Rome, the civil wound! These sorrowfal drops upon thy blood-stain'd face

,
My heart is not compact of fint, nor steel; The last true duties of thy noble son!
Nor can I utter all our bitter grief,

Mar. Tear for tear, and loving kiss for kiss,
But floods of tears will drown my oratory, Thy brother Marcus tenders on thy lips :
And break my very utterance; even i'the time 0, were the sum of these that I should pay

1 When it should move you to attend me most, Countless and infinite, yet would I pay

them! Lending your kind commiseration :

Luc. Come hither, boy ! come, come, and learn of Here is a captain, let him tell the tale;

To melt in showers! Thy grandsire lor'd thee well;
Your hearts will throb and weep to hear him speak. Many a time he danc'd thee on his knee,

Luc. Then, nobly auditory, be it known to you, Sung thee asleep, his loving breast thy pillor ;
That cursed Chiron and Demetrius

Many a matter hath he told to thee,
Were they that murdered our emperor's brother; Meet, and agreeing with thine infancy;
And they it were that ravished our sister:

In that respect then, like a loving child,
For their fell faults our brothers were beheaded; Shed yet some small drops from thy tender spring,
Our father's tears despis'd; and basely cozen'd Because kind nature doth require it so:
Of that true haud, that fought Rome's quarrel out, Friends should associate friends in grief and woe:
And sent her enemies unto the grave.

Bid him farewell; commit him to the grave;
Lastly, myself unkindly banished,

Do him that kindness, and take leave of him! The gates shut on me, and turn’d weeping out, Boy. Ograndsire, grandsire! even with all my heart To beg relief among Rome's enemies;

'Would I were dead, so you did live again! Who drown'd their enmity in my true tears, O Lord, I cannot speak to him for weeping; And op'd their arms to embrace me as a friend : My tears will choke me, if I ope my mouth. And I am the turn’d-forth, be it known to you,

Enter Attendants, with Aabox. That have presery'd' her welfare in my blood; 1 Rom. You sad Andronici, have done with woes; And from her bosom took the enemy's point, Give sentence on this execrable wretch, Sheathing the steel in my advent'rous body. That hath been breeder of these dire events. Alas! you know, I am no vaunter, I;

Luc. Set him breast-deep in earth, and fumish hina; My scars can witness, dumb although they are, There let him stand, and rave and cry for food! That my report is just, and full of truth.

If any one relieves or pities him,
But, soft! methinks, I do disgress too much, For the offence he dies! This is our doom !
Citing my worthless praise. 0, pardon me! Some stay, to see him fasten'd in the carth.
For when no friends are by, men praise

themselves! Aar. o, why should wrath be mute, and fury dumb? Mur. Now is my turn to speak: Behold this child, I am no baby, I, that with base prayers,

[Pointing to the child in the urms of an Attendant. I should repent the evils I have done; of this was Tamora delivered;

Ten thousand, worse than ever yet I did, The issue of an irreligions Moor,

Would I perform, if I might have my Chief architect and plotter of these woes;

If one good deed in all my life I did, The villain is alive in Titus' house,

I do repent it from my very soul. Dainn'd as he is, to witness this is true.

Luc. Some loving friends convey the emperor hence, Now judge, what cause had Titus to revenge And give him burial in his father's grave: These wrongs, unspeakable, past patience,

My father, and Lavinia, shall forth with Or more than any living man could bear.

Be closed in our household's monument. Now you have heard the truth, what say you; Romans? As for that heinous tiger, Tamora, Have we done anght amiss ? Show lis wherein, No funeral rite, nor man in mournsul weeds, And, from the place where you behold us now, No mournful bell shall ring her burial; The poor remainder of Andronici

But throw her forth to beasts, and birds of pres: Will, hand in hand, all headlong cast us down, Her life was beast-like, and devoid of pity; And on the ragged stones beat forth our brains, And, being so, shall have like want of pity. And make a mutual closure of our house.

See justice done on Aaron, that damn'd Moor, Speak, Romans, speak! and if yon say, we shall, From whom our heavy haps had their beginning : Lo, hand in hand, Lucius and I will fall!

Then, afterwards, to order well the state; Aemil. Come, come, thou reverend man of Rome, \That like events may ne'er it ruinate.

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