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Surpris'd him suddenly; and brought him hither, To use as you think needful of the man.

Luc. O worthy Goth! this is the incarnate devil,
That robb'd Andronicus of his good hand:
This is the pearl that pleas'd your empress' eye;'
And here's the base fruit of his burning lust.-
Say, wall-ey'd slave, whither would'st thou convey
This growing image of thy fiend-like face?
Why dost not speak? What! deaf? No; not
word?

A halter, soldiers; hang him on this tree,
And by his side his fruit of bastardy.

Aar. Touch not the boy, he is of royal blood.
Luc. Too like the sire for ever being good.—
First, hang the child, that he may see it sprawl;
A sight to vex the father's soul withal.

Get me a ladder.

Aar.

Aar. Indeed, I was their tutor to instruct them;
That codding spirit had they from their mother,
As sure a card as ever won the set:-
That bloody mind, I think, they learn'd of me.
As true a dog as ever fought at head.-
Well, let my deeds be witness of my worth.
I train'd thy brethren to that guileful hole
Where the dead corpse of Bassianus lay:
all wrote the letter that thy father found,

And hid the gold within the letter mention'd,
Confederate with the queen and her two sons;
And what not done, that thou hast cause to rue,
Wherein I had no stroke of mischief in it?
I play'd the cheater for thy father's hand;
And, when I had it, drew myself apart,

And almost broke my heart with extreme laughter.
I pry'd me through the crevice of a wall,

[A ladder brought, which Aaron is obliged to When, for his hand he had his two sons' heads:

ascend.

Lucius, save the child;

And bear it from me to the empress.

If thou do this, I'll show thee wondrous things,
That highly may advantage thee to hear:
If thou wilt not, befall what may befall,
I'll speak no more; But vengeance rot you all!
Luc. Say on; and, if it please me which thou
speak'st,

Thy child shall live, and I will see it nourish'd.
Aar. An if it please thee? why, assure thee,
Lucius,

Twill vex thy soul to hear what I shall speak:
For I must talk of murders, rapes, and massacres,
Acts of black night, abominable deeds,
Complots of mischief, treason; villanies
Ruthful to hear, yet piteously perform'd:
And this shall all be buried by my death,
Unless thou swear to me, my child shall live.
Luc. Tell on thy mind; I say, thy child shall live.
Aar. Swear, that he shall, and then I will begin.
Luc. Who should I swear by? thou believ'st no
god;

That granted, how canst thou believe an oath?

Aar. What if I do not? as, indeed, I do not:
Yet, for I know thou art religious,
And hast a thing within thee, called conscience;
With twenty popish tricks and ceremonies,
Which I have seen thee careful to observe,-
Therefore I urge thy oath;-For that, I know,
An idiot holds his bauble for a god,

And keeps the oath, which by that god he swears;
To that I'll urge him :-Therefore, thou shalt vow
By that same god, what god soe'er it be,
That thou ador'st and hast in reverence,-
To save my boy, to nourish, and bring him up ;
Or else I will discover nought to thee.

Luc. Even by my god, I swear to thee, I will.
Aar. First, know thou, I begot him on the em-

press.

Lue. O most insatiate, luxurious woman!

Aar. Tut, Lucius? this was but a deed of charity, To that which thou shalt hear of me anon. 'Twas her two sons that murder'd Bassianus: They cut thy sister's tongue, and ravish'd her, And cut her hands; and trimm'd her as thou saw'st.

Luc. O, detéstable villain! call'st thou that trimming?

Aar. Why, she was wash'd, and cut, and trimm'd; and 'twas

Trim sport for them that had the doing of it.
Luc. O, barbarous, beastly villains, like thyself!

(1) Alluding to the proverb, A black man is a pearl in a fair woman's eye.'

Beheld his tears, and laugh'd so heartily,
That both mine eyes were rainy like to his;
And when I told the empress of this sport,
She swounded almost at my pleasing tale,
And, for my tidings, gave me twenty kisses.
Goth. What! canst thou say all this, and never
blush?

Aar. Ay, like a black dog, as the saying is.
Luc. Art thou not sorry for these heinous deeds?
Aar. Ay, that I had not done a thousand more.
Even now I curse the day (and yet, I think,
Few come within the compass of my curse,)
Wherein I did not some notorious ill:
As kill a man, or else devise his death;
Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it;
Accuse some innocent, and forswear myself:
Set deadly enmity between two friends;
Make poor men's cattle break their necks;
Set fire on barns and haystacks in the night,
And bid the owners quench them with their tears.
Oft have I digg'd up dead men from their graves,
And set them upright at their dear friends' doors,
Even when their sorrows almost were forgot;
And on their skins, as on the bark of trees,
Have with my knife carved in Roman letters,
Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead.
Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful things,
As willingly as one would kill a fly;
And nothing grieves me heartily indeed,
But that I cannot do ten thousand more.

Luc. Bring down the devil; for he must not die So sweet a death, as hanging presently. Aar. If there be devils, would I were a devil, To live and burn in everlasting fire; So I might have your company in hell, But to torment you with my bitter tongue! Luc. Sirs, stop his mouth, and let him speak no

more.

Enter a Goth.

Goth. My lord, there is a messenger from Rome, Desires to be admitted to your presence. Luc. Let him come near.

Enter Æmilius.

Welcome, Emilius, what's the news from Rome?
Emil. Lord Lucius, and you princes of the
Goths,

The Roman emperor greets you all by me:
And, for he understands you are in arms,
He craves a parley at your father's house;
Willing you to demand your hostages,
And they shall be immediately deliver'd.
i Goth. What says our general?
Luc. Æmilius, let the emperor give his pledges
Unto my father and my uncle Marcus,

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SCENE II-Rome. Before Titus's house. En-
ter Tamora, Carron, and Demetrius, disreased.
Tm. Thus, in this strange and sad batülment,
I will encounter with Andronicus;
And say, I am Revenge, sent from below.
To join with him, and nimmt his heinous wrongs,
Knock at his study, where, they say, be keeps,
To ruminate strange plots of dire rever re:
Tell him, Revere is come to join with him,
And work confusion on his enemies. [Taey knock.
Enter Titus, above.

Tit. Who doth molest my contemplation?
Is it your trick, to make me one the door;
That so my sad decrees may fy away,
And all my study be to no effect?

You are deceiv'd: for what I mean to do.
See here, in anody lines I have set down;
And what is written scall be exrested.

Tom Titus, I am come to talk with thee.

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And you, the empress Be we worldly men
Hive miserale, mad, misikirg eses.

O sweet Reverze, now da 1 ecose to heet
And, foce ama s embracement will content thee,
, I wil embrace thee in a by and 29.

(Ent Tros, from above.
Tam. This closing with tim fra bis nacy:
Whate'er I Arre, to feet as brain-sita á 3,
Do you ustric and maintain in your speetzes.
For now he firmly takes me for Revenge,
And, being cred lous in this mad the
I'll make him send for Lacias, his son:
And, whilst I at a banquet boid n. sure.
I'd find some cunning praeace out of bund,
To sexter and disperse the pddy Goths,
Or. at the least, make them us enemies.
¡See, here he comes, and i mast ply my theme.
Enter Ticis

Tt. Loog have I been forlorn, and if for thee:

Tu. No: not a word. How can I grace my talk. Welcome, dread fwy, to my wari, boase:—
Wanting a hand to give it action

Then hist the odds of me, therefore no more.
Iem. If thou didst know me, thou would'st talk
with me.

Tit. I am not mad: I know thee well enough:
Witness this wretched stams, these crimson imes;
Witness these trenches, made by grief and care;
Witness the tiring day, and beavy night :
Witness al sorrow, that I know thee well
For our proud empress, mighty Tamora:
Is not the coming for my other band!

Tun. Know thou, sad man. I im not Tamora ;
She is thy enemy, and I thy friend:

I am Revenge: sent from the infernal kingdom,
To ease the rawing vulture of thy mad
By working wreak 'di vengeance on thy foes.

Come down, and welcome me ta this world's light:
Confer with me of marder and of death :
There's not a holow cave, or lurking-place,
Na vist obscurity, or misty VLE.
Where bloody murder, or detested rape,
Can esura for fear, but I will frd them out:
And in their ears tell them në frend'ni same,
Revenge, which makes the foul ofender quake.
Tik Art thou Revenue) and art thou sent to me,
To be a torment to ane enemies

Tam. I um; therefore come down, and welcome

me.

Të. Du me some service, ere I come to thee.
La. br for side where Rice, and Murder, stand;
Now reve some "gurune that then art Revenge,
Stab them, de tear them on tay chariot wheela;
And ben PV enme, and be thr warzoner,
And whorl Long with thee about the rludes.
Provide thee przer oftes, black is jet,
To ale ne vengefu warrin swit 1W17,
And ind out marierers in der ruity caves:
And, when 37 car is louden with their heads,
I will Esmoung and be the wirrm wheel
Tritike i serie focnan, 1 day long:
Exen from Herion's mang in the east,
Unal his vert de varia? in the sea-

And in der dur 1" de his W177 tisk,
So "auu hestrige Rapine and Murter here.

Ripice, and Mander, you are welerme too :—
How like the empress and her scas you are!
Well are you fried, had run but a Mor
Could not all heil afford you such a devil ?—
For, well I wot, the empress never wigs,
But in her company there is a Moor:
And, would you represent our queen aright,
It were convenient you and seen a denú:
Bat welcome, as you are. What stal we do!
Tum. What would'st thou have us do, Androni-

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And I will be revenged on them all.

72. Lock round about the wicked streets of
Rome:

And when thou frd'st a man that's like thyself,
Good Murder, stab him; he's a manderer. —
Ge then with him: and when it is dy hap
To find another that is like to thee,
Good Ragine, stab him; he is a ravsher.—
Go thon with them ; and in the emperor's cavirt
There is a teen, attended be a Moor
Well may'st thou know her by tas own proportion,
For up and down she doth resemble thee:
I pray thee, do on them some violent death
They have been violent to me and mine.

Im. Weil bast then lesson" as this shall we do.
But would I olense thee, rood AndrieieSS,
Ti send the Lacus, the three va ant sen,
Who leads towaris Rome a band of warikke Gaths,
And but him come and anatues at Dy bouSE:
When he is here, even at tay sulemn feast,
I wil orng in the empress, and der SCES,
The emoeror himself, and að tey foes:
And at the meres shall the stove and kneel,
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What says Andronieus to this device !
Te Marcus my brother is sad Thas calls.
Enter Marcus.

Tim. These are ao ministers, mi come with me. Go, gentle Mures, to the tentew Le
Tu. Are taek İsministers

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Whilst that Lavinia 'tween 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 paste a coffin' I will rear,

And make two pasties of your shameful heads;
And bid that strumpet, your unhallow'd dam,

Tam. What say you, boys? will you abide with Like to the earth, swallow her own increase.

him,

Whiles I go tell my lord the emperor,
How I have govern'd our determin'd jest ?
Yield to his humour, smooth and speak him fair,

And tarry with him, till I come again.

[Aside.

Tit. I know them all, though they suppose me mad;

And will o'er-reach them in their own devices,
A pair of cursed hell-hounds, and their dam.

[Aside. Dem. Madam, depart at pleasure, leave us here. Tam. Farewell, Andronicus: Revenge now goes To lay a complot to betray thy foes. (Erit Tam. Tu. I know, thou dost; and, sweet Revenge, farewell.

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 others. Pub. What's your will?

Til.

Pub.

Know you these two?
Th'empress' sons,
I take them, Chiron and Demetrius.
Til. Fie, Publius, fic! thou art too much de-
ceir'd;

The one is Murder, Rape is the 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;
And stop their mouths, if they begin to cry.

[Exit Titus.-Publius, &c. lay hold on Chiron

and Demetrius.

Chi. Villains, forbear; we are the empress' sons. Pub. And therefore do we what we are commanded.

Stop close their mouths, let them not speak a word: Is he sure bound? look, that you bind them fast. Re-enter Titus Andronicus, with Lavinia; she bearing a bason, and he a knife.

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.-
O villains, Chiron and Demetrius !

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,
Two of her brothers were condemn'd to death:
My hand cut off, and made a merry jest:

Both her sweet hands, her tongue, and that, more dear

Than hands or tongue, her spotless chastity,
Inhuman traitors, you constrain'd and fore'd.
What would you say, if I should let you speak?
Villains, for shame you could not beg for grace.
Hark, wretches, how I mean to martyr you.
This one hand yet is left to cut your throats;

VOL. II.

(1) Crust of a raised pye.

This is the feast that I have bid her to,
And this the banquet she shall surfeit on;
For worse than Philomel you us'd my daughter,
And worse than Progne I will be reveng'd:
And now prepare your throats.-Lavinia, come,
[He cuts their throats.
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 may prove
More stern and bloody than the Centaurs' feast.
So, now bring them in, for I will play the cook,
And see them ready 'gainst their mother comes.

[Exeunt, bearing the dead bodies. SCENE III.-The same. A pavilion, with tables, &c. Enter Lucius, Marcus, and Goths, with Aaron, prisoner.

Luc. Uncle Marcus, since 'tis my father's mind, That I repair to Rome, I am content.

1 Goth. And ours, with thine, befall what fortune will.

Luc. Good uncle, take you in this barbarous
Moor,

This ravenous tiger, this accursed devil;
Let him receive no sustenance, fetter him,
Till he be brought unto the empress' face,
For testimony of her foul proceedings:
And see the ambush of our friends be strong:
I fear, the emperor means no good to us.

Aar. Some devil whisper curses in mine ear,
And prompt me, that my tongue may utter forth
The venomous malice of my swelling heart!

Luc. Away, inhuman dog! unhallow'd slave!Sirs, help our uncle to convey him in.

[Exeunt Goths, irith Aaron. Flourish. The trumpets show, the emperor is at hand. Enter Saturninus and Tamora, with Tribunes, Senators, and others.

Sat. What, hath the firmament more suns than one?

Luc. What boots it thee, to call thyself a sun? Mar. Rome's emperor, and nephew, break' the

parle ;

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: Please you, therefore, draw nigh, and take your places.

Sat. Marcus, we will.

[Hautboys sound. The company sit down at table.

Enter Titus, dressed like a cook, Lavinia, veiled, young Lucius, and others. Titus places the

dishes on the table.

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Welcome, ye warlike Goths; welcome, Lucius;
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.
Tam. We are beholden to you, good Andronicus.
Tit. An if your highness knew my heart, you

were.

My lord the emperor, resolve me this;
Was it well done of rash Virginius,

To slay his daughter with his own right hand,
Because she was enforc'd, stain'd, and deflour'd?

Sat. It was, Andronicus.

Tit. Your reason, mighty lord?

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 utterance; even i'the time
When it should move you to attend me most,
Lending your kind commiseration:

Here is a captain, let him tell the tale;
Your hearts will throb and weep to hear him speak.
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 sister:

Sat. Because the girl should not survive her For their fell faults our brothers were beheaded;

shame,

And by her presence still renew his sorrows.
Til. A reason mighty, strong, and effectual;
A pattern, precedent, and lively warrant,
For me, most wretched, to perform the like:-
Die, die, Lavinia, and thy shame with thee;

[He kills Lavinia.
And, with thy shame, thy father's sorrow die!
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 is now done.

Sat. What, was she ravish'd? tell, who did the
deed.

Tit. Will't please you eat; will't please your highness feed?

Tam. Why hast thou slain 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

pve;

Whereof their mother daintily hath fed,
Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred.
'Tis true, 'tis true; witness my knife's sharp point.
[Killing Tamora.
Sat. Die, frantic wretch, for this accursed deed.
[Killing Titus.
Luc. Can the son's eye behold his father bleed?
There's meed for meed, death for a deadly deed.
[Kills Saturninus. A great tumult. The people
in confusion disperse. Marcus, Lucius,
and their partisans, ascend the steps be-
fore Titus's house.

Mar. You sad-fac'd men, people and sons
Rome,

By uproar sever'd, like a flight of fowl
Scatter'd by winds and high tempestuous gusts,
O, let me teach you how to knit again
This scatter'd corn into one mutual sheaf.
These broken limbs again into one body.

of

Sen. Lest Rome herself be bane unto herself;
And she, whom mighty kingdoms court'sy to,
Like a forlorn and desperate cast-away,
Do shameful execution on herself.
But if my frosty signs and chaps of age,
Grave witnesses of true experience,
Cannot induce you to attend my words,-
Speak, Rome's dear friend; [To Lucius.] 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,

Our father's tears despis'd; and basely cozen'd
Of that true hand, that fought Rome's quarrel out,
And sent her enemies unto the grave.
Lastly, myself unkindly banished,

The gates shut 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 to embrace me as a friend:
And I am the 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, 1;
My scars can witness, dumb although they are,
That my report is just, and full of truth.
But, soft; methinks, I do digress too much,
Citing my worthless praise: O, pardon me;
For when no friends are by, men praise themselves.
Mar. Now is my turn to speak; Behold this
child,

[Pointing to the child in the arms of an
Attendant.

Of this was Tamora delivered;
The issue of an irreligious Moor,
Chief architect and plotter of these woes;
The villain is alive in Titus' house,
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, Ro-
mans?

Have we done aught amiss? Shew us wherein,
And, from the place where you behold us now,
The poor remainder of Andronici
Will, hand in hand, all headlong cast us down,
And on the ragged stones beat forth 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.

Emil. 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 so.
Rom. [Several speak.] Lucius, all hail; Rome's
royal emperor !

Lucius, &c. descend.
Mar. Go, go into old Titus' sorrowful house;
[To an Attendant.

And hither hale that misbelieving Moor,
To be adjudg'd some direful slaughtering death,
As punishment for his most wicked life.

Rom. [Several speak.] Lucius, all hail; Rome's
gracious governor!

Luc. Thanks, gentle Romans; May I govern so, To heal Rome's harms, and wipe away her wo!

When subtle Greeks surpris'd king Prian's Troy, But, gentle people, give me ain awhile, —

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