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Marc. Suum cuique is our Roman justice : Sent by the heavens for prince Saturnine, This prince in justice seizeth but his own.
Whose wisdom hath her fortune conquered : Luc. And that he will, and shall, if Lucius live. There shall we cónsummate our spousal rites. Tit. Traitors, avaunt! Where is the emperor's (Exeunt SATURNINUS, and his Followers ; TAguard ?
MORA, and her Sons; Aaron, and Goths. Treason, my lord; Lavinia is surpriz'd.
Tit. I am not bid 4 to wait upon this bride ; Sat. Surpriz'd! by whom ?
Titus, when wert thou wont to walk alone, Bas.
By him that justly may Dishonour'd thus, and challenged of wrongs? Bear his betroth'd from all the world away.
[Exeunt Marcus and Bassianus, Re-enter MARCUS, Lucius, QUINTUS, and MARTIUS. with LAVINIA.
Marc. O, Titus, see, 0, see, what thou hast done! Mut. Brothers, help to convey her hence away, In a bad quarrel slain a virtuous son. And with my sword I'll keep this door safe.
Tit. No, foolish tribune, no: no son of mine, (Exeunt Lucius, QUINTUS, and MARTIUS. Nor thou, nor these confederates in the deed Til. Follow, my lord, and I'll soon bring her back. That hath dishonour'd all our family; Mut. My lord, you pass not here.
Unworthy brother, and unworthy sons ! Tit.
What, villain boy! Luc. But let us give him burial, as becomes ; Barrist me my way in Rome? [Titus kills Mutius. Give Mutius burial with our brethren. Mut.
Help, Lucius, help. Tit. Traitors, away! he' rests not in this tomb.
This monument five hundred years hath stood, Re-enter Lucius.
Which I have sumptuously re-edified : Luc. My lord, you are unjust ; and, more than so, Here none but soldiers, and Rome's servitors, In wrongful quarrel you have slain your son. Repose in fame; none basely slain in brawls :
Tit. Nor thou, nor he, are any sons of mine : Bury him where you can, he comes not here. My sons would never so dishonour me:
Marc. My lord, this is impiety in you : Traitor, restore Lavinia to the emperor.
My nephew Mutius' deeds do plead for him ; Luc. Dead, if you will : but not to be his wife, He must be buried with his brethren. That is another's lawful promis'd love. [Erit.
Quin. Mart. And shall, or him we will accompany. Sai. No, Titus, no; the emperor needs her not, Tit. And shall? What villain was it spoke that Not her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock :
word ? I'll trust, by leisure, him that mocks me once; Quin. He that would vouch't in any place but here. Thee never, nor thy traitorous haughty sons,
Tit. What, would you bury him in my despite ? Confederates all thus to dishonour me.
Marc. No, noble Titus; but entreat of thee Was there none else in Rome to make a stale ? of, To pardon Mutius, and to bury him. But Saturnine? Full well, Andronicus,
Tit. Marcus, even thou hast struck upon my crest, Agree these deeds with that proud brag of thine, And, with these boys, mine honour thou hast That said'st, I begg'd the empire at thy hands.
wounded : Tit. O monstrous ! what reproachful words are My foes I do repute you every one; these?
So trouble me no more, but get you gone. Sat. But, go thy ways; go, give that changing piece Marc. He is not with himself; let us withdraw. To him that flourish'd for her with his sword :
Quin. Not I, till Mutius' bones be buried. A valiant son-in-law thou shalt enjoy ;
(Marcus and the Sons of Tirus kneel. One fit to bandy with thy lawless sons,
Marc. Brother, for in that name doth nature plead. To ruffles in the commonwealth of Rome.
Quin. Father, and in that name doth nature speak. Tit. These words are razors to my wounded heart. Tit. Speak thou no more, if all the rest will speed. Sat. And therefore, lovely Tamora, queen of Marc. Renowned Titus, more than half my Goths,
soul, That, like the stately Phæbe 'mongst her nymphs, Luc. Dear father, soul and substance of us all,Dost overshine the gallant'st dames of Rome,
Marc. Suffer thy brother Marcus to inter If thou be pleas'd with this my sudden choice, His noble nephew here in virtue's nest, Behold I choose thee, Tamora, for my bride, That died in honour and Lavinia's cause. And will create thee empress of Rome.
Thou art a Roman, be not barbarous. Speak, queen of Goths, dost thou applaud my The Greeks, upon advice, did bury Ajax choice?
That slew himself; and wise Laertes' son
Let not young Mutius then, that was thy joy, And tapers burn so bright, and every thing
Be barr'd his entrance here. In readiness for Hymeneus stand,
Rise, Marcus, rise: I will not re-salute the streets of Rome,
The dismal'st day is this that e'er I saw,
Well, bury bim, and bury me the next.
(Mutlus is put into the Tomb. swear,
Luc. There lie thy bones, sweet Mutius, with thy If Saturnine advance the queen of Goths,
friends, She will a handmaid be to his desires,
Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomb! A loving nurse, a mother to his youth.
All. No man shed tears for noble Mutius : Sat. Ascend, fair queen, Pantheon :- Lords, He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause. accompany
Marc. My lord, - to step out of these dreary Your noble emperor, and his lovely bride,
dumps, 9 A stalking horse. 3 A ruffler was a bully.
How comes it, that the subtle queen of Goths My lord, be ruld by me, be won at last,
Dissemble all your griefs and discontents:
Upon a just survey, take Titus' part,
(Which Rome reputes to be a heinous sin,)
Yield at entreats, and then let me alone : Flourish. Re-enter, at one side, Saturninus, al- l'll find a day to massacre them all, tended; Tamora, Chiron, DEMETRIUS, and And raze their faction, and their family, AARON : at the other, BasslanUS, LAVINIA, and The cruel father, and his traitorous sons, others.
To whom I sued for my dear son's life; Sat. So, Bassianus, you have play'd your prize; And make them know, what 'tis to leta queen Jove give you joy, sir, of your gallant bride. Kneel in the streets, and beg for grace in Bas. And you of yours, my lord : I say no more,
vain. Nor wish no less; and so I take my leave. Come, come, sweet emperor, come, Andronicus,
Sat. Traitor, if Rome have law, or we have power, Take up this good old man, and cheer the heart Thou and thy faction shall repent this rape. That dies in tempest of thy angry frown.
Bas. Rape, call you it, my lord, to seize my own, Sat. Rise, Titus, rise; my empress hath prevail'd. My true-betrothed love, and now my wife? Tit. I thank your majesty, and her, my lord : But let the laws of Rome determine all;
These words, these looks, infuse new life in me. Mean while I am possess'd of that is mine.
Tam. Titus, I am incorporate in Rome,
Bas. My lord, what I have done, as best I may, This day all quarrels die, Andronicus;
And let it be mine honour, good my lord, Only thus much I give your grace to know, That I have reconcild your friends and you. By all the duties that I owe to Rome,
For you, prince Bassianus, I have passid This noble gentleman, lord Titus here,
My word and promise to the emperor, Is in opinion, and in honour, wrong'd;
That you will be more mild and tractable. That, in the rescue of Lavinia,
And fear not, lords, – and you Lavinia ;
Luc. We do, and vow to heaven and to his highness, Receive him then to favour, Saturnine ;
That, what we did, was mildly, as we might, That hath express'd himself, in all his deeds, Tend'ring our sister's honour, and our own. A father, and a friend, to thee, and Rome.
Marc. That on mine honour here I do protest. Tit. Prince Bassianus, leave to plead my deeds; Sat. Away, and talk not; trouble us no more. 'Tis thou, and those, that have dishonour'd me: Tam. Nay, nay, sweet emperor, we must all be Rome and the righteous heavens be my judge,
friends : How I have lov'd and honour'd Saturnine ! The tribune and his nephews kneel for grace ; Tam. My worthy lord, if ever Tamora
I will not be denied. Sweet heart, look back. Were gracious in those princely eyes of thine, Sat. Marcus, for thy sake, and thy brother's here, Then hear me speak indifferently for all ;
And at my lovely Tamora's entreats,
Sal. What! madam! be dishonour'd openly,
Lavinia, though you left me like a churl, Tam. Not so, my lord: The gods of Rome fore- I found a friend; and sure as death I swore, fend,
I would not part a bachelor from the priest. I should be author to dishonour you !
Come, if the emperor's court can feast two brides, But, on mine honour, dare I undertake
You are my guest, Lavinia, and your friends ; For good lord Titus' innocence in all,
This day shall be a love-day, Tamora. Whose fury not dissembled, speaks his griefs : Tit. To-morrow, an it please your majesty, Then, at my suit, look graciously on him; To hunt the panther and the hart with me, Lose not so noble a friend on vain suppose, With horn and hound, we'll give your grace bonjour. Nor with sour looks afflict his gentle heart.
Sat. Be it so, Titus, and gramercy too. (Exerius
SCENE I. - Before the Palace.
Enter A ARON.
As when the golden sun salutes the morn,
To mount aloft with thy imperial mistress,
Aar. Why, are ye mad ? or know ye not, in Rome And mount her pitch ; whom thou in triumph long How furious and impatient they be, Hast prisoner held, fetter'd in amorous chain, And cannot brook competitors in love ? And faster bound to Aaron's charming eyes, I tell you, lords, you do but plot your deaths Than is Prometheus tied to Caucasus.
By this device. Away with slavish weeds, and idle thoughts !
Aaron, a thousand deaths I will be bright, and shine in pearl and gold, Would I propose, to achieve her whom I love. To wait upon this new-made emperess.
Aar. To achieve her! - How ? To wait, said I ? to wanton with this queen,
Why mak'st thou it so strange ? This goddess, this Semiramis ; queen,
She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd; This syren, that will charm Rome's Saturnine, She is a woman, therefore may be won; And see his shipwreck, and his common-weal's. She is Lavinia, therefore must be lov’d. Holla! what storm is this?
Though Bassianus be the emperor's brother, Enter Chiron and DEMETRIUS, braving.
Better than he have yet worn Vulcan's badge. Dem. Chiron,thy years want wit, thy wit wants edge,
Aar. Ay, and as good as Saturninus may. And manners, to intrude where I am grac'd ;
[ Aside. And may, for aught thou know'st, affected be.
Dem. Then why should he despair, that knows
to court it Chi. Demetrius, thou dost overween in all; And so in this to bear me down with braves.
With words, fair looks, and liberality ? Tis not the difference of a year, or two,
What, hast thou not full often struck a doe, Makes me less gracious, thee more fortunate :
And borne her cleanly by the keeper's nose ? I am as able, and as fit, as thou,
Aar. Why, hark ye, hark ye, - And are you such To serve, and to deserve my mistress' grace ;
fools, And that my sword upon thee shall approve,
To square 8 for this? Would it offend you then
That both should speed ? And plead my passions for Lavinia's love.
Chi. Aar. Clubs, clubs! 6 these lovers will not keep
I'faith, not me.
Aar. For shame, be friends; and join for that
'Tis policy and stratagem must do Till you know better how to handle it.
That you affect; and so must you resolve , Chi. Mean while, sir, with the little skill I have, That what you cannot, as you would, achieve,
You must perforce accomplish as you may.
Dem. Ay, boy, grow ye so brave? (They draw. Take this of me, Lucrece was not more chaste
Than this Lavinia, Bassianus' love.
A speedier course than lingering languishment And maintain such a quarrel openly ?
Must we pursue, and I have found the path. Full well I wot 7 the ground of all this grudge ;
My lords, a solemn hunting is in hand; I would not for a million of gold,
There will the lovely Roman ladies troop:
The forest walks are wide and spacious ;
And many unfrequented plots there are,
Fitted by kind 9 for rape and villainy:
Single you thither then this dainty doe,
And strike her home by force, if not by words : My rapier in his bosom, and withal,
This way, or not at all, stand you in hope. Thrust these reproachful speeches down his throat, Come, come, our empress, with her sacred I wit, That he hath breath'd in my dishonour here.
To villainy and vengeance consecrate, Chi. For that I am prepar'd and full resolv'd,
Will we acquaint with all that we intend; Foul-spoken coward ! that thunder'st with thy That will not suffer you to square yourselves,
And she shall file our engines with advice, tongue, And with thy weapon nothing dar'st perform.
But to your wishes' height advance you both, Aar. Away, I say.
The emperor's court is like the house of fame,
The palace full of tongues, of eyes, of ears:
The woods are ruthless, dreadful, deaf, and duil ; Why, lords, — and think you not how dangerous
There speak, and strike, shadow'd from heaven's eye,
And revel with Lavinia.
Chi. Thy counsel, lad, smells of no cowardice. Or Bassianus so degenerate,
Dem. Sit fas aut nefas, till I find a charm That for her love such quarrels may be broach'd,
To calm these fits, per Styga, per manes vehor. Without controlment, justice, or revenge ?
[Exeunt. Young lords, beware! -an should the empress know SCENE II. - A Forest near Rome. A Lodge seen This discord's ground, the musick would not please. at a distance. Horns, and Cry of Hounds heard.
Chi. I care not, I, knew she and all the world ; I love Lavinia more than all the world.
Enter Titus ANDRONICUS, with Hunters, &c. Mar
cus. Lucius, QUINTUS, and MARTIUS. Dem. Youngling, learn thou to make some meaner choice :
Tit. The hunt is up, the morn is bright and grey, Lavinia is thine elder brother's hope.
The fields are fragrant, and the woods are green : This was the usual outcry for assistance, when any riot & Quarrel.
9 By nature. in the street happened.
Sacred here signifies accursed; a Latinism.
Uncouple here, and let us make a bay,
Hark, Tamora, — the empress of my soul, And wake the emperor and his lovely bride, Which never hopes more heaven than rests in thee,And rouse the prince; and ring a hunter's peal, This is the day of doom for Bassianus; That all the court may echo with the noise. His Philomel 4 must lose her tongue to-day : Sons, let it be your charge, as it is ours,
Thy sons make pillage of her chastity, To tend the emperor's person carefully :
And wash their hands in Bassianus' blood. I have been troubled in my sleep this night, Seest thou this letter ? take it up, I pray thee, But dawning day new comfort hath inspir'd. And give the king this fatal-plotted scroll :
Now question me no more, we are espied ; Horns wind a Peal. Enter SATURNINUS, TAMORA, Here comes a parcel 5 of our hopeful booty,
Bassianus, LAVINIA, CHIkon, DEMETRIUS, and Which dreads not yet their lives' destruction. Attendants.
Tam. Ah, my sweet Moor, sweeter to me than life! T'it. Many good-morrows to your majesty ; - Aar. No more, great empress, Bassianus comes: Madam, to you as many and as good !
Be cross with him: and I'll go fetch thy sons I promised your grace a hunter's peal.
To back thy quarrels, whatsoe'er they be. (Esil. Sat. And you have rung it lustily, my lords, Somewhat too early for you ladies.
Enter Bassianus and LAVINIA. Lav.
I say, no; Bas. Who have we here ? Rome's royal emperess, I have been broad awake two hours and more. Unfurnish'd of her well-beseeming troop?
Sat. Come on then, horse and chariots let us have, Or is it Dian, habited like her ;
[To Tamora. To see the general hunting in this forest? Marc.
I have dogs, my lord, Tam. Saucy controller of our private steps ? Will rouse the proudest panther in the chase, Had I the power, that, some say, Dian had, And climb the highest promontory top.
Thy temples should be planted presently Tit. And I have horse will follow where the game with horns, as was Actæon's; and the hounds Makes way, and run like swallows o'er the plain. Should drive upon thy new-transformed limbs, Dem. Chiron, we hunt not, we, with horse nor Unmannerly intruder as thou art ! hound,
Lav. Under your patience, gentle emperess, But hope to pluck a dainty doe to ground. (Exeunt. 'Tis to be doubted, that your Moor and you
Are singled forth to try experiments : SCENE III. A desert Part of the Forest. Jove shield your husband from his hounds to-day!
'Tis pity they should take him for a stag. Enter Aaron, with a Bag of Gold.
Bas. Believe me, queen, your swarth
Cimmerian Aar. He that had wit, would think that I had none, Doth make your honour of his body's hue. To bury so much gold under a tree,
Why are you sequester'd from all your train ? And never after to inherit ? it.
Dismounted from your snow-white goodly steed, Let him, that thinks of me so abjectly,
And wander'd hither to an obscure plot, Know, that this gold must coin a stratagem; Accompanied with a barbarous Moor? Which, cunningly effected, will beget
Lav. My noble lord, I pray you let us hence A very excellent piece of villainy;
And let her 'joy her raven-coloured love. And so repose, sweet gold, for their unrests, Bas. The king, my brother, shall have note of this.
[Hides the Gold. Lav. Ay, for these slips have made him noted long: That have their alms out of the empress' chest. Good king! to be so mightily abus'd !
Tam. Why have I patience to endure all this? Enter TAMORA. Tam. My lovely Aaron, whereforelook'st thou sad,
Enter CHIRON and DEMETRIUS. When every thing doth make a gleeful boast ? Dem. How now, dear sovereign, and our gracious The birds chaunt melody on every bush ;
mother, The snake lies rolled in the cheerful sun;
Why doth your highness look so pale and wan? The green leaves quiver with the cooling wind, Tam. Have I not reason, think you, to look pale? And make a checquer'd shadow on the ground: These two have 'tic'd me hither to this place, Under their sweet shade, Aaron, let us sit, A barren and detested vale, you see it is : And — whilst the babbling echo mocks the hounds, The trees, though summer, yet forlorn and lean, Replying shrilly to the well-tun'd horns,
O'ercome with moss, and baneful misletoe. As if a double hunt were heard at once,
Here never shines the sun; here nothing breeds, Let us sit down, and mark their yelling noise : Unless the nightly owl, or fatal raven. Whiles hounds and horns, and sweet melodious birds, And, when they show'd me this abhorred pit, Be unto us, as is a nurse's song
They told me, here, at dead time of the night, Of lullaby, to bring her babe asleep.
A thousand fiends, a thousand hissing snakes, Aar. Madam, though Venus govern your desires, Ten thousand swelling toads, as many urchins, Saturn is dominator over mine:
Would make such fearful and confused cries, What signifies my deadly-standing eye,
As any mortal body, hearing it, My silence, and my cloudy melancholy?
Should straight fall mad, or else die suddenly. My fleece of woolly hair that now uncurls,
No sooner had they told this hellish tale, Even as an adder, when she doth unroll
But straight they told me, they would bind me here To do some fatal execution?
Unto the body of a dismal yew; Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, And leave me to this miserable death. Blood and revenge are hammering in my head.
* See Ovid's Metamorphoses, book vi. 3 Disquiet.
And then they call'd me foul adulteress,
And tumble ine into some loathsome pit; Lascivious Goth, and all the bitterest terms Where never man's eye may behold my body: That ever ear did hear to such effect.
Do this, and be a charitable murderer. And, had you not by wondrous fortune come, Tam. So should I rob my sweet sons of their fee. This vengeance on me had been executed :
Dem. Away, for thou hast staid us here too long. Revenge it, as you love your mother's life,
Lav. No grace? No womanhood ? Ah, beastly Or be ye not henceforth call'd my children.
creature! Dem. This is a witness that I am thy son. The blot and enemy to our general name !
[Stabs BassiAYUS. Confusion fallChi. And this for me, struck home to show my Chi. Nay, then I'll stop your mouth : -- Bring strength. [Slabbing him likewise.
thou her husband; Lav. Ay, come, Semiramis, - nay, barbarous
[Dragging off Lavinia. Tamora!
This is the hole where Aaron bid us hide him. For no name fits thy nature but thy own !
[Exeunt. Tam. Give me thy poniard; you shall know, my Tam. Farewell, my sons; see that you make her
Dem. Stay, madam, here is more belongs to her; Till all the Andronici be made away.
Now will I hence to seek my lovely Moor,
And let my spleenful sons this trull deflour. (Exit.
SCENE IV.— The same.
Enter Aaron, with QUINTUS and MARTIUS.
Straight will I bring you to the loathsome pit, Lav. 0 Tamora! Thou bear'st a woman's face.- Where I espy'd the panther fast asleep. Tam. I will not hear her speak; away with her. Quin. My sight is very dull, whate'er it bodes. Lav. Sweet lords, entreat her hear me but a word. Mart. And mine, I promise you: wer't not for Dem. Listen, fair madam: Let it be your glory
shame, To see her tears : but be your heart to them, Well could I leave our sport to sleep awhile. As unrelenting flint to drops of rain.
(MARTIUs falls into the Pit. Lav. When did the tiger's young ones teach the Quin. What, art thou fallen? What subtile hole dam?
is this, 0, do not learn her wrath; she taught it thee : Whose mouth is cover'd with rude-growing briars ; The milk thou suck'dst from her, did turn to marble; Upon whose leaves are drops of new-shed blood, Even at thy teat thou hadst thy tyranny.
As fresh as morning's dew distillid on flowers ? Yet every mother breeds not sons alike;
A very fatal place it seems to me : — Do thou entreat her shew a woman pity.
Speak, brother, hast thou hurt thee with the fall?
(To Chiron. Mart. O, brother, with the dismallest objéct Chi. What! wouldst thou have me prove myself That ever eye, with sight, made heart lament. a bastard ?
Aar. [ Aside.] Now will I fetch the king to find Lav. 'Tis true; the raven doth not hatch a lark :
them here; Yet I have heard, (O could I find it now!) That he thereby may give a likely guess, The lion mov'd with pity, did endure
How these were they that made away his brother. To have his princely paws par'd all away.
[Eril Aaron. Some say, that ravens foster forlorn children,
Mart. Why dost not comfort me, and help me out The whilst their own birds famish in their nests : From this unhallow'd and blood-stained hole ? 0, be to me, though thy hard heart say no,
Quin. I am surprised with an uncouth fear : Nothing so kind, but something pitiful!
A chilling sweat o'er-runs my trembling joints; Tam. I know not what it means; away with her. My heart suspects more than mine eye can see.
Lav. 0, let me teach thee: for my father's sake, Mart. To prove thou hast a true-divining heart, That gave thee life, when well he might have slain Aaron and thou look down into this den, thee,
And see a fearful sight of blood and death. Be not obdurate, open thy deaf ears.
Quin. Aaron is gone; and my compassionate Tam. Hadst thou in person ne'er offended me,
heart Even for his sake am I pitiless :
Will not permit mine eyes once to behold Remember, boys, I pour'd forth tears in vain, The thing whereat it trembles by surmise: To save your brother from the sacrifice;
O, tell me how it is; for ne'er till now But fierce Andronicus would not relent.
Was I a child, to fear I know not what. Therefore, away with her, and use her as you will ; Mart. Lord Bassianus lies embrued here, The worse to her, the better lov'd of me.
All on a heap, like to a slaughter'd lamb, Lav. 0 Tamora, be call'd a gentle queen, In this detested, dark, blood-drinking pit. And with thine own hands kill me in this place; Quin. If it be dark, how dost thou know 'tis he? For, 'tis not life, that I have begg'd so long;
Mart. Upon his bloody finger he doth wear Poor I was slain, when Bassianus died.
A precious ring, that lightens all the hole, Tam. What begg'st thou then ? fond woman, let Which, like a taper in some monument,
Doth shine upon the dead man's earthy cheeks Lav. 'Tis death I beg; O, keep me from what's And shows the ragged entrails of this pit: worse!
So pale did shine the moon on Pyramus,