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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 hay-stacks 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.

Aur. 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,

5 Bring down the devil,] It appears from these words, that the audience were entertained with part of the apparatus of an execution, and that Aaron was mounted on a ladder, as ready to be turped off. STEEVENS,

Desires to be admitted to your presence.

Luc. Let him come near.

Enter ÆMILIUS. Welcome, Æmilius, what's the news from Rome? :

Æmil. 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 crayes a parley at your father's house, , Willing you to demand your hostages, And they shall be immediately deliver'd.

1 Goth. What says our general ?

Luc. Æmilius, let the emperor give his pledges Unto

my

father and my uncle Marcus, And we will come.—March away. [E.reunt.

SCENE II.

Rome. Before Titus's House. Enter TAMORA, CHron, and DEMETRIUS, disguised.

Tam. Thus, in this strange and sad habiliment, I will encounter with Andronicus ; And

say, I am Revenge, sent from below, To join with him, and right his heinous wrongs. Knock at his study, where, they say, he keeps, To ruminate strange plots of dire revenge ; Tell him, Revenge is come to join with him, And work confusion on his enemies. [They knock,

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

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

Tam. Titus, I am come to talk with thee.

Tit. No; not a word: How can I grace my talk,
Wanting a hand to give it action :
Thou hast the odds of me, therefore no more.

Tam. If thou did'st know me, thou would'st talk

with me.

Tit. I am not mad; I know thee well enough:
Witness this wretched stump, these crimson lines;
Witness these trenches, made by grief and care;
Witness the tiring day, and heavy night;
Witness all sorrow, that I know thee well
For our proud empress, mighty Tamora :
Is not thy coming for my other hand ?

Tam. Know thou, sad man, I am not Tamora ;
She is thy enemy, and I thy friend :
I am Revenge ; sent from the infernal kingdom,
To ease the gnawing vulture of thy mind,
By working wreakful vengeance on thy foes.
Come down, and welcome me to this world's light;
Confer with me of murder and of death :
There's not a hollow cave, or lurking-place,
No vast obscurity, or misty vale,
Where bloody murder, or detested rape,
Can couch for fear, but I will find them out;
And in their ears tell them

my
dreadful

name, Revenge, which makes the foul offender quake.

Tit. Art thou Revenge and art thou sent to me, To be a torment to mine enemies ?

Tam. I am; therefore come down, and welcome

me.

Tit. Do me some service, ere I come to thee, Lo, by thy side where Rape, and Murder, stands; Now give some 'surance that thou art Revenge, Stab them, or tear them on thy chariot wheels;

And then I'll come, and be thy waggoner,
And whirl along with thee about the globes.
Provide thee proper palfries, black as jet,
To hale thy vengeful waggon swift away,
And find out murderers in their guilty caves :
And when thy car is loaden with their heads,
I will dismount, and by the waggon wheel
Trot, like a servile footman, all day long;
Even from Hyperion's rising in the east,
Until his very downfall 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 ministers? what are they

calld? Tam. Rapine, and Murder ; therefore called so, 'Cause they take vengeance of such kind of men. Tit. Good lord, how like the empress’ sons they

are ! And

you, the empress ! But we worldly men Have miserable, mad, mistaking 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 'I'rtus, from above. Tam. This closing with him fits his lunacy : Whate'er I forge, to feed his brain-sick fits, Do you uphold and máintain in your speeches. For now he firmly takes me for Revenge ; And, being credulous in this mad thought, I'll make him send for Lucius, his son ; And, whilst I at a banquet hold him sure, I'll find soine cunning practice out of hand, To scatter and disperse the giddy Goths, Or, at the least, make them his enemies. See, here he comes, and I must ply my theme.

Enter Titus.

Tit. Long have I been forlorn, and all for thee:
Welcome, dread fury, to my woful house ;-
Rapine, and Murder, you are welcome too :-
How like the empress and her sons you are!
Well are you fitted, had you but a Moor:-
Could not all hell afford you such a devil ?
For, well I wot, the empress never wags,
But in her company there is a Moor;
And, would you represent our queen aright,
It were convenient you had such a devil :
But welcome, as you are.

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

Chi. Show me a villain, that hath done a rape,
And I am sent to be reveng'd on him.
Tam. Show me a thousand that hath done thee

wrong, And I will be revenged on them all. Tit. Look round about the wicked streets of

Rome; And when thou find'st a man that's like thyself, Good Murder, stab 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, stab him; he is a ravisher.Go thou with them; and in the emperor's court There is a queen, attended by a Moor; Well may’st thou know her hy thy 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.

Tam. Well hast thou lesson'd us; this shall we do. But would it please thee, good Andronicus, To send for Lucius, thy thrice valiant son,

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