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Provide two proper palfries black as jet,
To hale thy vengeful waggon swift away,
And find out murders in their guilty caves.
And when thy car is loaden with their heads,
I will dismount, and by thy waggon-wheel
Trot like a servile footman all day long ;
Even from Hyperion's rising in the east,
Until his very downfal in the sea.
And day by day I'll do this heavy task,
So thou destroy Rapine and Murder there.

Tam. These are my ministers, and come with me.
Tit. Are they thy minifters? what are they callid?

Tam. Rapine and Murder; therefore called so, 'Cause they take vengeance on such kind of men.

Tit. Good Lord, how like the Empress' fons they are, And you the Empress ! bat we worldly men Have miserable and miftaking eyes. O sweet Revenge, now do I come to thee, And if one arm's embracement will content thee, I will embrace thee in it by and by:

[Exit Titus from above
Tam. This closing with him fits his lunacy;
Whate'er I forge to feed his brain-fick fits,
Do you uphold and maintain in your speech :
For now he firmly takes me for Revenge ;
And, being credulous in this mad thought,
l'll make him fend for Lucius his fon :
And whilft I at a banquet hold him fure,
I'll find some cunning practice out of hand,
To scatter and disperse the giddy Goths,
Or at the leaft make them his enemies.
See here he comes, and I must ply my theme.

SCENE IV. Enter Titus.
Tit. Long have I been forlorn, and all for thee:
Welcome; dread Fuiy, to my woful house ;
Rapine and Murder, you are welcome too.
How like the Empress and her sous you are !
Well are you fitted, had you but a Moor ;
Could not all hell affard you such a devil?
For, well I wot, the Empress never wags,
But in her company there is a Moor;


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And would you reprefent our Queen aright,
It were convenient you had such a devil.
Bat welcome as you are.

What shall we do?
Tam. What wouldst thou have us do, Andronicus ?
Dem. Shew me a murderer, I'll deal with him.

Chi. Shew me a villain that has done a rape, And I am fent to be reveng'd on him.

Tam. Shew me a thousand that have done thee wrong, And I will be revenged on them all.

Tit. Look round about the wicked streets of Rome, And when thou find'ít a man that's like thyself, Good Murder, ftab him ; he's a murderer. Go thou with him ; and when it is thy hap To find another that is like to thee, Good Rapine, ftab him; he's a ravisher. Go thou with them, and in the Emperor's court There is a Queen attended by a Moor ; Well may'lt thou know her by thy own proportion,

and down the doth resemble thee; I pray

thee do on them fome violent death; They have been violent to me and mine.

Tam. Well haft thou leffou'd us, this shall we do.
But would it please thee, good Andronicus,
To send for Lucius thy thrice-valiant son,
Who leads tow'rds Rome a band of warlike Goths,
And bid him come and banquet at thy housei;
When he is here, even at thy folemn ficait,
I will bring in the Empress and her fons,' 31"
The Emperor himself, and all thy foes;
And at thy mercy shall they stoop and kneel,
And on them shalt thou ease thy angry heart.
What says Andronicus to this device?
Tit. Marcus, my brother ! --'tis fad Titus calls.

Enter Marcus.
Go, gentle Marcus, to thy rephew Lucius ;
Thou shalt inquire him out among the Goths ;
Bid him repair to me; and bring with him
Some of the chiefest princes of the Goths.;
Bid him incamp his soldiers where they are;
Tell him the Emperor and the Empress too
Feast at my house, and he shall feast with them.
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This do thou for my love, and so let him,
As he regards his aged father's life.

Mar. This will † do, and foon return again. [Exit.

Tam. Now will I hence about my business,
And take my ministers along with me.

Tit. Nay, nay, let Rape and Murder stay with me,
Or else I'll call my brother back again,
And cleave to no Revenge but Lucius.

Tam. What say you, boys ? will you abide with him,
Whiles I go tell my Lord, the Emperor,
How I have governd our determin'a jeft?
Yield to his humour, smooth and speak him fair,
And tarry with him till I come again.

Tit. I know them all, tho’ they suppose me mad;
And will o'er-reach them in their own devices :
A pair of cursed bell-hounds and their dam. [Afide..

Dem. Madam, depart at pleasure, leave us here.

Tam. Farewel, Andronicus! Revenge now goes
To lay a complot to betray thy foes. [Exit Tamorou

Tit. I know thou doft ; and, sweet. Revenge, farewel..
Chi. Tell us, old man, how shall we be employ'd?

Tit. Tut, I have work enough for you to do..
Publius, come hither, Caius, and Valentine !

Enter Publius and Servants.
Pub. What is your will ?
Tit. Know ye these two ?

Pub. The Empress' sons,
I take them, Chiron, and Demetrius!

Tit. Fie, Publius, fie! thou art too much deceiv'd';:
The one is Murder, Rape is th' other's name ;
And therefore bind them, gentle Publius ;
Caius and Valentine, lay hands on them.
Oft have you heard me wish for such an hour,
And now I find it, therefore bind them sure.

[Exit Tituss.
Cbi. Villains, forbear ;, we are the Empress? fons.
Pub. And therefore do we what we are commanded..
Stop close their mouths ; let them not speak a word.-
Is he fure bound? look that ye bind them faft.

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SCENE V. Enter Titus Andronicus with a knife, and Lavinia with a

Tit. Come, come, Lavinia ; look thy foes are bound;
Sirs, stop their mouths, let them not speak to me,
But let them hear what fearful words I utter.
Oh, villains, Chiron, and Demetrius!
Here ftands 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
Two of her brothers were condemn'd to death;..
My hand cut off, and made a merry jeft':
Both her fweet hands, her tongue, and that more dear
Than hands or tongue, her fpotless chastity, I
Inhuman traitors, you constrain's and forc'd.
What would you say, if I should let you speak?
Villains ! -for shame you could not beg for

Hark, wretches, how I mean to martyr you.
This one hand yet-is left to cut your throats,
Whilst that Lavinia 'twixt her stumps doth hold
The bason that receives your guilty blood.
You know your mother means to feast with me,
And calls herself Revenge, and thinks me mad-
Hark, villains, I will grind your bones to dust,
And with your blood and it I'll make a paste;
And of the parte a coffin will I rear,
And make two pasties of your shameful heads ;
And bid that trumpet, your unhallow'd dam,
Like to the earth, fwallow her own increase.
This is the feast that I have bid her to,
And this is the banquet she shall surfeit on;
For worse than Philomel you us'd my daughter,
And worse than Procne I will be reveng'd:
And now prepare your throats: Lavinia, come,
Receive the blood; and when that they are dead,
Let me go grind their bones to powder small,
And with this hateful liquor temper it;
And in that paste let their vile heads be bak’d.
Come, come, be every one officious
To make this banquet, which I wish might prove


More ftern and bloody than the Centaurs' feast.

[He cuts their throat So, now bring them in, for I'll play the cook, And see them

ready'gainft their mother comes. [ Exeunt. 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.

Goth. And ours with thine, befal what fortune will.

Luc. Good uncle, take you in this barbarous Moorg
This ravenous tyger, this accursed devil;
Let him receive no sustenance, fetter him,
Till he be brought unto the Emp'ror's face,
For testimony of these foul proceedings:
And see the ambush of our friends be strong;
I fear the Emperor means no good to us.

Aar. Some devil whifper 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. [Flourijs. The trumpets shew the Emperor is at hand.

SCENE VI. Sound trumpets. Enter Emperor and Emprefs, with Tri

bunes, 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 must be quietly debated : The feast is ready, which the careful Titus Hath ordain’d to an honourable end, For peace, for love, for league, and good to Rome : Pleafe you therefore draw nigh, and take your places. Sat. Marcus, we will.

[Hautboys. A table brought in. Enter Titus like a cook, placing the

meat on the table, and Lavinia with a veil over her face. Tit. Welcome, my gracious Lord; welcome, dread. Queen;


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