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Yet should both ear and heart obey my tongue.-
Sat. Æmilius, do this message honourably:
Æmil. Your bidding shall I do effectually,
SCENE 1.-Plains near Rome.
Who, when he knows thou art the empress' babe,
Will hold thee dearly for thy mother's sake. Enter Lucius, and Goths, with drum and colours. With this, my weapon drawn, I rush'd upon him, Luc. Approved warriors, and my faithful Surpris’d him suddenly; and brought him hither, friends,
To use as you think needful of the man. I have received letters from great Rome,
Luc. O worthy Goth! this is the incarnate Which signify, what hate they bear their em
That robb’d Andronicus of his good hand : And how desirous of our sight they are. This is the pearl that pleas'd your empress' eye; Therefore, great lords, be, as your titles witness, And here's the base fruit of his burning lusi. Imperious, and impatient of your wrongs ; Say, wall-ey'd slave, whither would'st thou convey And, wherein Rome hath done you any scath, This growing image of thy fiend-like face? Let him make treble satisfaction.
Why dost not speak ? What! deaf? No; not I Goth. Brave slip, sprung from the great a word ? Andronicus,
A halter, soldiers : hang him on this tree, Whose name was once our terror, now our com And by his side his fruit of bastardy. fort;
Aar. Touch not the boy, he is of royal blood. Whose high exploits, and honourable deeds, Luc. Too like the sire for ever being good.Ingrateful Rome requites with foul contempt, First hang the child, that he may see it sprawl ; Be bold in us : we'll follow where thou lead'st, A sight to vex the father's soul withal. Like stinging bees in hottest summer's day, Get me a ladder. Led by their master to the flower'd fields,
[Aladder brought, which Aaron is obliged And be aveng'd on cursed Tamora.
to ascend. Goths. And, as he saith, so say we all with Aar. Lucius, save the child; him.
And bear it from me to the emperess. Luc. I humbly thank him, and I thank you all. If thou do this, I'll show thee wondrous things, But who comes here, led by a lusty Goth ? That highly may advantage thee to hear :
If thou wilt not, befall what may befall, Enter a Goth, leading Aaron, with his child in I'll speak no more ; but vengeance rot you all ! his arms.
Luc. Say on; and, if it please me which thou 2 Goth. Renowned Lucius, from our troops I speak'st, stray'd,
Thy child shall live, and I will see it nourish'd. To gaze upon a ruinous monastery;
Aar. An if it please thee? why, assure thee, And as I earnestly did fix mine eye
Lucius, Upon the wasted building, suddenly
'Twill vex thy soul to hear what I shall speak; I heard a child cry underneath a wall:
For I must talk of murders, rapes, and massacres, I made unto the noise ; when soon I heard Acts of black night, abominable deeds, The crying babe controlld with this discourse : Complots of mischief, treason ; villainies Peace, tawny slave ; half me, and half thy dam! Ruthful to hear, yet piteously perform’d: Did not thy hue beuray whose brat thou art, And this shall all be buried by my death, Had nature lent thee but thy mother's look, Unless thou swear to me, my child shall live. Fillain, thou might'st have been an emperor : Luc. Tell on thy mind; I say, thy child shall But where the bull and cow are both milk white,
live. They never do beget a coal-black calf.
Aar. Swear, that he shall, and then I will begin. Peace, villain, peace !-even thus he rates the Luc. Who should I swear by ? thou believ'st babe,
no god ; For I must bear thee to a trusty Goth;
That granted, how canst thou believe an oath ?
Aar. What if I do not ? as, indeed, I do not : | Even now I curse the day, (and yet, I think, Yet,-for I know thou art religious,
Few come within the compass of my curse,) And hast a thing within thee, called conscience; Wherein I did not some notorious ill: With twenty popish tricks and ceremonies, As kill a man, or else devise his death ; Which I have seen thee careful to observe, - Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it ; Therefore I urge thy oath: For that, I know, Accuse some innocent, and forswear myself ; An idiot holds his bauble for a god,
Set deadly enmity between two friends; And keeps the oath, which by that god he swears; Make poor men's cattle break their necks; To that I'll urge him :-Therefore, thou shalt Set fire on barns and hay-stacks in the night,
And bid the owners quench them with their By that same god, what god soe'er it be,
tears. That thou ador'st and hast in reverence, Oft have Idigg’d up dead men from their graves, To save my boy, to nourish, and bring him up, And set them upright at their dear friends' doors, Or else I will discover nought to thee.
Even when their sorrows almost were forgot; Luc. Even by my god, I swear to thee, I will. And on their skins, as on the bark of trees, Aar. First, know thou, I begot him on the Have with my knife carved in Roman letters
Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead. Luc. O most insatiate, luxurious woman! Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful things, Aar. Tut, Lucius ! this was but a deed of As willingly as one would kill a fly; charity,
And nothing grieves me heartily indeed, To that which thou shalt hear of me anon. But that I cannot do ten thousand more. 'Twas her two sons that murder'd Bassianus : Luc. Bring down the devil; for he must not die They cut thy sister's tongue and ravish'd her, So sweet a death as hanging presently. And cut her hands; and trimm'd her as thou Aar. If there be devils, 'would I were a devil, saw'st.
To live and burn in everlasting fire; Luc. O, détestable villain ! call'st thou that So I might have your company in hell, trimming ?
But to torment you with my bitter tongue! Aar. Why, she was wash’d, and cut, and Luc. Sirs, stop his mouth, and let him speak
trimm'd; and 'twas Trim sport for them that had the doing of it.
Enter a Goth. Luc. O barbarous, beastly villains, like thyself!
Goth. Mylord, there is a messenger from Rome, Aar. Indeed, I was their tutor to instruct Desires to be admitted to your presence. them;
Luc. Let him come near.
Æmil. Lord Lucius, and you princes of the Well, let my deeds be witness of my worth.
Goths, I train'd thy brethren to that guileful hole, The Roman emperor greets you all by ine: Where the dead corpse of Bassianus lay : And, for he understands you are in arms, I wrote the letter that thy father found, He craves a parley at your father's house, And hid the gold within the letter mention'd, Willing you to demand your hostages, Confederate with the queen, and her two sons; And they shall be immediately deliver'd. And what not done, that thou hast cause to rue, i Goth. What says our general ? Wherein I had no stroke of mischief in it? Luc. Æmilius, let the emperor give his pledges I play'd the cheater for thy father's hand;
father and my uncle Marcus, And when I had it, drew myself apart,
And we will come.—March away. Excent. And almost broke my heart with extreme laughter.
SCENE II.- Rome. Before Titus's house. I pry'd me through the crevice of a wall, When, for his hand, he had his two sons' heads;
Enter TAMORA, CHIRON, and DEMETRITS, Beheld his tears, and laugh'd so heartily,
disguised. That both mine eyes were rainy like to his; Tam. Thus, in this strange and sad habiliAnd when I told the empress of this sport,
ment, She swounded almost at my pleasing tale, I will encounter with Andronicus ; And, for my tidings, gave me twenty kisses. And say, I am Revenge, sent from below, Goth. What! canst thou say all this, and To join with him, and right his heinous wrongs. never blush?
Knock at his study, where, they say, he keeps, Aar. Ay, like a black dog, as the saying is. To ruminate strange plots of dire revenge ; Luc. Art thou not sorry for these heinous Tell him, Revenge is come to join with him, deeds ?
And work confusion on his enemies. dar. Ay, that I had not done a thousand more.
Tit. Good lord, how like the empress' sons Enter Titus above.
they are ! Tit. Who doth molest my contemplation ? And you the empress ! But we worldly men Is it your trick, to make me ope the door; Have miserable, mad, mistaking eyes. That so my sad decrees may fly away,
O sweet Revenge, now do I come to thee : And all my study be to no effect ?
And, if one arm's embracement will content thee, You are deceiv'd: for what I mean to do, I will embrace thee in it by and by. See here, in bloody lines I have set down;
[Erit Titus, from above. And what is written shall be executed.
Tam. This closing with him fits his lunacy: Tam. Titus, I am come to talk with thee. Whate'er I forge, to feed his brain-sick fits, Tit. No, not a word : How can I grace my talk, Do you uphold and maintain in your speeches. Wanting a hand to give it action ?
For now he firmly takes me for Revenge ; Thou hast the odds of me, therefore no more. And, being credulous in this mad thought, Tam. If thou did’st know me, thou would'st I'll make him send for Lucius, his son ; talk with me.
And, whilst I at a banquet hold him sure, Tit. I am not mad; I know thee well enough : I'll find some cunning practice out of hand, Witness this wretched stump, these crimson To scatter and disperse the giddy Goths, lines;
Or, at the least, make them his enemies. Witness these trenches, made by grief and care ; See, here he comes, and I must ply my theme. Witness the tiring day, and heavy night ; Witness all sorrow, that I know thee well
Enter Titus. For our proud empress, mighty Tamora : Tit. Long have I been forlorn, and all for thee: Is not thy coming for my other hand ? Welcome, dread fury, to my woful house ;
Tam. Know thou, sad man, I am not Tamora ; Rapine, and Murder, you are welcome too :She is thy enemy, and I thy friend :
How like the empress and her sons you are ! I am Revenge ; sent from the infernal kingdom, Well are you fitted, had you but a Moor; To ease the gnawing vulture of thy mind, Could not all hell afford you such a devil? By working wreakful vengeance on thy foes. For, well I wot, the empress never wags, Come down, and welcome me to this world's light; But in her company there is a Moor ; Confer with me of murder and of death : And, would you represent our queen aright, There's not a hollow cave, nor lurking-place, It were convenient you had such a devil: No vast obscurity, or misty vale,
But welcome, as you are. What shall we do? Where bloody murder, or detested rape,
Tam. What would'st thou have us do, An. Can couch for fear, but I will find them out ;
dronicus ? And in their ears tell them my dreadful name, Dem. Show me a murderer, I'll deal with him. Revenge, which makes the foul offender quake. Chi. Show me a villain, that hath done a rape, Tit. Art thou Revenge? and art thou sent to And I am sent to be reveng’d on him. me,
Tam. Show me a thousand, that have done To be a torment to mine enemies ? Tam. I am; therefore come down, and wel. And I will be revenged on them all.
Tit. Look round about the wicked streets of Tit. Do me some service, ere I come to thee. Rome; Lo, by thy side where Rape, and Murder, stands; And when thou find'st a man that's like thyself, Now give some 'surance that thou art Revenge, Good Murder, stab him; he's a murderer.Stab them, or tear them on thy chariot wheels; Go thou with him; and when it is thy hap, And then I'll come, and be thy waggoner, To find another that is like to thee, And whirl along with thee about the globes. Good Rapine, stab him ; he is a ravisher.Provide thee proper palfries, black as jet, Go thou with them ; and in the emperor's court To hale thy vengeful waggon swift away, There is a queen, attended by a Moor; And find out murderers in their guilty caves : Well may’st thou know her by thy own propora And, when thy car is loaden with their heads,
tion, I will dismount, and by the waggon wheel For up and down she doth resemble thee; Trot, like a servile footman, all day long; I pray thee, do on them some violent death, Even from Hyperion's rising in the east, They have been violent to me and mine. Until his very downfal in the sea.
Tam. Well hast thou lesson'd us; this shall And day by day I'll do this heavy task,
we do. So thou destroy Rapine and Murder there. But would it please thee, good Andronicus, Tam. These are my ministers, and come with To send for Lucius, thy thrice valiant son,
Who leads towards Rome a band of warlike Goths, Tit. Are they thy ministers ? what are they And bid him come and banquet at thy house : call'd ?
When he is here, even at thy solemn feast, Tam. Rapine, and Murder ; therefore called so, I will bring in the empress and her sons, 'Cause they take vengeance of such kind of men. The emperor himself, and all thy foes ;
And at thy mercy shall they stoop and kneel, Chi. Villains, forbear; we are the empress'sons. And on them shalt thou ease thy angry heart. Pub. And therefore do we what we are comWhat says Andronicus to this device?
manded.Tit. Marcus, my brother !—’tis sad Titus calls. Stop close their mouths, let them not speak a word:
Is he sure bound ? look, that you bind them fast. Enter Marcus. Go, gentle Marcus, to thy nephew Lucius;
Re-enter Titus ANDRONICUS, with LAVINIA; Thou shalt enquire him out among the Goths :
she bearing a bason, and he a knife. Bid him repair to me, and bring with him Tit. Come, come, Lavinia ; look, thy foes are Some of the chiefest princes of the Goths;
bound.Bid him encamp his soldiers where they are: Sirs, stop their mouths, let them not speak to me; Tell him, the emperor and the empress too But let them hear what fearful words I utter.Feast at my house: and he shall feast with them. O villains, Chiron and Demetrius ! This do thou for my love: and so let him, Here stands the spring whom you have stain'd As he regards his aged father's life.
with mud; Mar. This will I do, and soon return again. This goodly summer with your winter mix'd.
[Exit. You kill'd her husband; and, for that vile faalt, Tam. Now will I hence about thy business, Two of her brothers were condemn'd to death: And take my ministers along with me.
My hand cut off, and made a merry jest : Tit. Nay, nay, let Rape and Murder stay with Both her sweet hands, her tongue, and that, me;
more dear Or else I'll call my brother back again, Than hands or tongue, her spotless chastity, And cleave to no revenge but Lucius.
Inhuman traitors, you constrain'd and forc'. Tam. [To her Sons. What say you, boys ? What would you say, if I should let you speak? will you abide with him,
Villains, for shame you could not beg for grace. Whiles I go tell my lord the emperor;
Hark, wretches, how I mean to marty; you. How I have govern'd our determin’d jest ? This one hand yet is left to cut your throats; Yield to his humour, smooth and speak him fair, Whilst that Lavinia 'tween her stumps doth hold
[Aside. The bason, that receives your guilty blood. And tarry with him, till I come again.
You know, your mother means to feast with me, Tit. I know them all, though they suppose me And calls herself, Revenge, and thinksme mad, mad;
Hark, villains; I will grind your bones to dust, And will oʻér-reach them in their own devices ; And with your blood and it, I'll make a paste ; A pair of cursed hell-hounds, and their dam. And of the paste a coffin I will rear,
[Aside. And make two pasties of your shameful heads; Dem. Madam, depart at pleasure, leave us And bid that strumpet, your unhallow'd dam, here.
Like to the earth, swallow her own increase. Tam. Farewell, Andronicus: Revenge now This is the feast that I have bid her to, goes
And this the banquet she shall surfeit on; To lay a complot to betray thy foes.
For worse than Philomel you us’d my daughter,
[Exit Tamora. And worse than Progne I will be reveng’d: Tit. I know, thou dost; and, sweet Revenge, And now prepare your throats.—Lavinia, come, farewell.
[He cuts their throats. Chi. Tell us, old man, how shall we be em Receive the blood : and, when that they are dead, ploy'a ?
Let me go grind their bones to powder small, Tit. T'ut, I have work enough for you to do. And with this hateful liquor temper it; Publius, come hither, Caius, and Valentine !
And in that paste let their vile heads be bak'd. Enter PUBLIUS, and Others.
Come, come, be every one officious
To make this banquet ; which I wish may prove Pub. What's will?
More stern and bloody than the Centaurs' feast. Tit. Know you these two ?
So, now bring them in, for I will play the cook, Pub. The empress' sons,
And see them ready ’gainst their mother comes. I take them, Chiron and Demetrius.
[Exeunt, bearing the dead bodies. Tit. Fye, Publius, fye! thou art too much deceiv'd ;
SCENE III.-The same.
A pavilion, with The one is Murder, Rape is the other's name :
tables, &c. And therefore bind them, gentle Publius; Caius, and Valentine, lay hands on them. Enter Lucius, Marcus, and Goths, with Oft have you heard me wish for such an hour,
Aaron, prisoner. And now I find it; therefore bind them sure, Luc. Uncle Marcus, since’tis my father's mind, And stop their mouths, if they begin to cry: That I repair to Rome, I am content.
[Exit Titus.-- Publius, &c. lay hold on 1 Goth. And ours, with thine, befall what Chiron and Demetrius.
JEA".• Twill fill your stomachs; please you, eat of it.
Luc. Good uncle, take you in this barbarous Sat. What hast thou done, unnatural, and
unkind ? This ravenous tiger, this accursed devil ;
Tit. Kill’d her, for whom my tears have made Let him receive no sustenance, fetter him,
me blind. Till he be brought unto the empress' face, I am as woful as Virginius was ; For testimony of her foul proceedings :
And have a thousand times more cause than he 3. And see the ambush of our friends be strong: To do this outrage ;--and it is now done. but I fear the emperor means no good to us.
Sat. What, was she ravish'd ? tell, who did Aar. Some devil whisper curses in mine ear,
the deed. And prompt me,
that my tongue may utter forth Tit. Will't please you eat? will’t please your The venomous malice of my swelling heart !
highness feed Luc. Away, inhuman dog! unhallow'd slave! Tam. Why hast thou slain thine only daughSirs, help our uncle to convey him in.
ter thus? [Exeunt Goths, with Aaron. Flourish. Tit. Not I; 'twas Chiron, and Demetrius : The trumpets show, the emperor is at hand. They ravish'd her, and cut away her tongue,
And they, 'twas they, that did her all this wrong. Enter SATURNINUs and TAMORA, with Tri Sat. Go, fetch them hither to us presently. bunes, Senators, and Others.
Tit. Why, there they are both, baked in that
Whereof their mother daintily hath fed,
[Killing Tamora. - These quarrels must be quietly debated.
Sat. "Die, frantic wretch, for this accursed my The feast is ready, which the careful Titus
[Killing Titus. Het Hath ordain’d to an honourable end,
Luc. Can the son's eye behold his father bleed? For peace, for love, for league, and good to Rome: There's meed for meed, death for a deadly deed. Please you, therefore, draw nigh, and take your
[Kills Saturninus. A great tumult. The places.
People in confusion disperse. Marcus, Sat. Marcus, we will.
Lucius, and their partisans, ascend [Hautboys sound. The Company sit
the steps before Titus's house. down at table.
Mar. You sad-fac'd men, people and sons of
Rome, Enter Titus, dressed like a cook, LAVINIA By uproar sever'd, like a flight of fowl veiled, young Lucius, and Others. Titus Scatter’d by winds and high tempestuous gusts, places the dishes on the table.
0, let me teach you how to knit again Tit. Welcome, my gracious lord; welcome, This scatter'd corn into one mutual sheaf,
These broken limbs again into one body. Welcome, ye warlike Goths; welcome, Lucius ; Sen. Lest Rome herself be bane unto herself; And welcome, all : although the cheer be poor, And she, whom mighty kingdoms court'sy to,
Like a forlorn and desperate cast-away, De Sut. Why art thou thus attir’d, Andronicus? Do shameful execution on herself.
. Because I would be sure to have all well, But if my frosty signs and chaps of age, To entertain your highness, and your empress.
Grave witnesses of true experience,
erst our ancestor, My lord the emperor, resolve me this;
When with his solemn tongue he did discourse, Was it well done of rash Virginius,
To love-sick Dido's sad attending ear, To slay his daughter with his own right hand, The story of that baleful burning night, Because she was enforc'd, stain’d, and defiower’d? When subtle Greeks surpriz’dking Priam's Troy; Sat. It was, Andronicus.
Tell us, what Sinon hath bewitch'd our ears,
Or who hath brought the fatal engine in,
wound. And by her presence still renew his sorrows. My heart is not compact of flint, nor steel;
Tit. A reason mighty, strong, and effectual ; Nor can I utter all our bitter grief,
But floods of tears will drown my oratory, For me, most wretched, to perform the like:
And break my very utterance; even i'the time Die , die, Lavinia, and thy shame with thee ;
When it should move you to attend me most,
[He kills Lavinia. Lending your kind commiseration : And with thy shame, thy father's sorrow die ! Here is a captain, let him tell the tale