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Aar. Some devil whisper curses in my ear,
And prompt me, that my tongue may utter forth
The venomous malice of my swelling heart !
Luc. Away, inhuman dog, unhallow'd save;

[Exeunt Goths with Aaron,
Sirs, help. our uncle to convey him in. [Flourish.
The trumpets shew the Emperor is at hand.
Sound trumpets. Enter Emperor and Empress, zitb Tribunes

and others..
Sat. What, hath the firmament more funs than one?
Luc. What boots it thee to call thyself a fun?

Mar. Rome's Emperor, and nephew, break the parley,
These quarrels muit be quietly debated :
The feait is ready, which the careful Titus
Hath ordain'd to an honourable end,
For peace, for love, for league, and good to Rome :
Please you therefore draw nigh and take your places.
Sat. Marcus, we will.

[Hautbays. A Table brought in. Enter Titus like a Cook, placing the meat on the Table, and Lavinia with a veil over her fuce.

Tit. Welcome, my gracious Lord; welcome dread
Welcome, ye warlike Goths, welcome Lucius, [Queen,
And welcome all; although the cheer be poor,
*Twill fill

your

stomachs, please you eat of it. Sat. Why art thou thus attir'd, Andronicus ?

Tit. Because I would be sure to have all well, To entertain your Highness, and your Empress. .

Fam. We are beholden to you, good Andronicus.

Tit. And if your Highness knew my heart, you were
My Lord the Emperor, resolve me this;
Was it well done of rash Virginius,
To flay his daughter with his own right-hand,
Because the was enforc'd, ftain'd, and deflour'd ?

Sat. It was, Andronicus.
Tit. Your reason, mighty Lord ?

Sat. Because the girl should not survive her shame,
And by her presence ftill renew his forrow.s.
Tit. A reason mighty, ftrong, and effectual,

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A pattern, precedent, and lively warrant,
For me, most wretched, to perform the like:
Die, die, Lavinia, and thy shame with thee,
And with thy shame thy father's sorrow die! [Hekills hogar

Sat. What halt thou done, unnatural and unkind'?

Tit.Kill'd her, for whom my tears have made me blind. I am as woeful as Virginius was, And have a thousand times more cause than he To do this outrage. And it is now done.

Sat. What, was the rayish’d? tell, who did the deed Tit. Will't please you eat, will't please your Highness

feed? Tam. Why haft thou flain thine only daughter thus

Tit. Not I, 'twas Chiron and Demetrius. They ravish'd her, and cut away her tongue, And they, 'twas they, that did her all this

wrong. Sat. Go, fetch them hither to'us presently. Tit. Why, there they are both, baked in that pyeg, Whereof their mother daintily hath fed; Eating the flesh, that she herself hath bred. 'Tis true, 'tis true ; witness, my knife's sharp point.

[He fabs the Empress. Sat. Die, frantick wretch, for this accurfed deed.

[He ftabs Tituse Luc. Can the son's eye behold his father bleed? There's meed for meed, death for a deadly deed.

(Lucius ftabs the Emperor,
Mar. You sad-fac'd men, people and fons of Romey
By uproar sever'd, like a flight of fowl
Scatter'd by winds and high tempestuous guftsg.
Oh, let me teach you how to knit again.
This scatter'd corn into one mutual Theaf,
These broken limbs again into one body.

Goth. Let Rome herself be bane unto herself;
And she, whom mighty, kingdoms curtsy to,
Like a forlorn and defperate caft-away,
Do shameful execution on herself.

Mar. But if my frosty signs and chaps of age,.
Grave witnesses of true experience,
Cannot induce you to attend my words,

Speak,

Speak, Rome's dear friend; as erft our ancestor,

[To Lucias, When with his folemn tongue he did discourse To love-fick Dido's sad attending ear, The story of that baleful burning night, When subtle Greeks surpriz'd King Priam's Troy : Tell us, what Sinon hath bewitch'd our ears, Or who hath brought the fatal engine in, That gives our Troy, our Rome, the civil wound. My heart is not compact of flint, nor steel; Nor can I utter all our bitter grief, But floods of tears will drown my oratory, And break my very utt'rance; even in the time When it should move you to attend me moft, Lending your kind commiseration. Here is a captain, let him tell the tale, Your hearts will throb and weep to hear him fpeak.

Luc. Then, noble auditory, be it known to you, That cursed Chiron and Demetrius Were they, that murdered our Emperor's brother; And they it were, that ravished our fifter : For their fell faults our brothers were beheaded, Our father's tears despis'd, and basely cozen'd Of that true hand, that fought Rome's quarrel out, And sent her enemies into the grave. Lastly, myself unkindly banished, The gates fhut on me, and turn'd weeping out, To beg relief among Rome's enemies; Who drown'd their enmity in my true tears, And op'd their arms t'embrace me as a friend: And I am turn'd forth, be it known to you, That have preserv'd her welfare in my blood, And from her bosom took the enemy's point, Sheathing the steel in my advent'rous body. Alas !--you know, I am no vaunter, I; My scars can witness, dumb although they are, That my report is juft, and full of truth. But, foft, methinks, I do digress too much, Citing my worthless praise: oh, pardon me, For when no friends are by, men praise themselves.

Mar. Now is my tongue to speak: behold this child, Of this was Tamora delivered ; The issue of an irreligious Moor, Chief architect and plotter of these woes ; The villain is alive in Titus's house, (27) Damn'd as he is, to witness this is true. Now judge, what cause had Titus to revenge These wrongs, unspeakable, past patience, Or more than any living man could bear. Now you

have heard the truth, what say you, Romans ??
Have we done aught amiss ? fhew us wherein,
And from the place where you behold us now,
The poor remainder of Andronicus,
We'll hand in hand all head-long cast us down,
And on the ragged stones beat out our brains,
And make a mutual closure of our house:
Speak, Romans, speak; and, if you say, we shall,
Lo, hand in hand, Lucius and I will fall.

Æm. Come, come, thou reverend man of Rome,
And bring our Emperor gently in thy hand,
Lucius our Emperor: for, well I know,
The common voice do cry, it shall be fo.

Mar. Lucius, all hail, Rome's royal Emperor!
Go, go, into old Titus' forrowful house,
And hither hale that misbelieving Moor,
To be adjudg'd some direful slaughtering death;

(27) The villain is alive in Titus' boufe,

And as he is, to witness this is true. The villain alive, and as be' is, furely, can never be right. The manuscript must have been obscure and blindly writ, fo that the firft editors could not make out the word which I have ventur’d to restore. The epithet, I have replac'd, admirably forts with the Moor's character: and Lucius uses it again, speaking of him at the conclusion of the play.

See justice done on Aaron that damn d Moor. Besides, damn'das be is--isa mode of expression familiar with our author. So in Orbello:

Q thou foul thief! where ha'st thou ftow'd my daughter? & Damn'd as thou art, thou ha'st enchanted her, And the same fashion of expreffing himself he likewise uses in bestow... ing praise.

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But, noble as be is, look, where he comes.

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As punishment for his most wicked life.
Lucius, all hail, Rome's gracious governor !

Luc. Thanks, gentle Romans : may I govern foy
To heal Rome's harm, and drive away her woe!
But, gentle people, give me aim awhile,
For nature puts me to a heavy talk :
Stand all aloof; but, uncle, draw you neary,
To med obsequious tears upon this trunk:
Oh, take this warm kiss on thy pale cold lips,
These sorrowful drops upon thy blood-staind face ;
The last true duties of thy noble fon..

Mar. Ay, tear for tear, and loving kiss for kiss,
Thy brother Marcus tenders on thy lips:
0, were the sum of these that I should pay
Countless and infinite, yet would I pay them.

Luc. Come hither, boy; come, come, and learn of us!
To melt in showers; thy grandfire lov'd thee well;
Many a time he danc'd thee on his knee ;
Sung thee asleep, his loving breast thy pillow :
Many a matter hath he told to thee,
Meet and agreeing with thy infancy;
In that respect then, like a loving child,
Shed yet some small drops from thy tender spring,
Because kind nature doth require it fo ;
Friends should associate friends, in grief and woe :
Bid him farewel, commit him to the grave;
Do him that kindness, and take leave of him.

Boy. O grandfire, grandfire! ev'n with all my heart,
Would I were dead, so you did live again-
O Lord, I cannot speak to him for weeping-
My tears will choak me, if I ope my mouth.

Enter Romans with Aaron.
Rom. You sad Andronici, have done with woes :
Give sentence on this execrable wretch,
That hath been breeder of these dire events.

Luc. Set him breast-deep in earth, and familh him:
There let him stand, and rave and cry for food :
If any one relieves or pities him,
For the offence he dies : this is our doom.

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