Re-enter Titus, with Lavinia; he bearing a knife, and she a basin. Tit. Come, come, Lavinia; look, thy foes are bound. 170 Here stands the spring whom you have stain'd with mud, This goodly summer with your winter mix'd. You kill'd her husband, and for that vile fault Both her sweet hands, her tongue, and that more dear 190 For worse than Philomel you used my daughter, And now prepare your throats. Lavinia, come, [He cuts their throats. And in that paste let their vile heads be baked. 200 To make this banquet; which I wish may prove Scene III. Court of Titus's house. A banquet set out. Enter Lucius, Marcus, and Goths, with Aaron, prisoner. Luc. Uncle Marcus, since it is my father's mind That I repair to Rome, I am content. First Goth. And ours with thine, befall what fortune will. This ravenous tiger, this accursed devil; And see the ambush of our friends be strong; And prompt me, that my tongue may utter forth ΙΟ Luc. Away, inhuman dog! unhallow'd slave! [Exeunt Goths, with Aaron. Flourish within. The trumpets show the emperor is at hand. Enter Saturninus and Tamora, with Æmilius, Tribunes, Sat. What, hath the firmament moe suns than one? The feast is ready, which the careful Titus. 20 For peace, for love, for league and good to Rome : Please you, therefore, draw nigh, and take your places. Sat. Marcus, we will. [Hautboys sound. The Company sit down at table. Enter Titus, like a Cook, placing the meat on the table, and Lavinia with a veil over her face, young Lucius, and others. Tit. Welcome, my gracious lord; welcome, dread queen; Welcome, ye warlike Goths; welcome, Lucius; Sat. Why art thou thus attired, Andronicus? To entertain your highness and your empress. Was it well done of rash Virginius 30 To slay his daughter with his own right hand, Because she was enforced, stain'd, and deflower'd? Sat. It was, Andronicus. Tit. Your reason, mighty lord? Sat. Because the girl should not survive her shame, A pattern, precedent, and lively warrant, 40 [Kills Lavinia. Sat. What hast thou done, unnatural and unkind? Tit. Kill'd her, for whom my tears have made me blind. I am as woful as Virginius was, And have a thousand times more cause than he To do this outrage, and it now is done. Sat. What, was she ravish'd? tell who did the deed. 50 Tit. Will't please you eat? will 't please your highness feed? They ravish'd her, and cut away her tongue; Sat. Go fetch them hither to us presently. 60 [Kills Tamora. Sat. Die, frantic wretch, for this accursed deed! Luc. Can the son's eye behold his father bleed? [Kills Titus. There's meed for meed, death for a deadly deed! Marcus, and others go up into the balcony. Marc. You sad-faced men, people and sons of Rome, Cannot induce you to attend my words, 70 [To Lucius] Speak, Rome's dear friend: as erst our ancestor, When with his solemn tongue he did discourse To love-sick Dido's sad attending ear The story of that baleful burning night, When subtle Greeks surprised King Priam's Troy; Or who hath brought the fatal engine in That gives our Troy, our Rome, the civil wound. Nor can I utter all our bitter grief, And break my utterance, even in the time Lending your kind commiseration. Here is a captain, let him tell the tale; 80 90 |