Luc. 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 : ming? 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! That bloody mind, I think, they learn'd of me, And almost broke my heart with extreme laughter. That both mine eyes were rainy like to his ; And when I told the empress of this sport, Aar. Ay, like a black dog, as the saying is. 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 EMILIUS. Welcome, Æmilius, what's the news from Rome! Luc. Æmilius, let the emperor give his pledges Unto my father and my uncle Marcus, And we will come.-March away,3 SCENE II. Rome. Before Titus's House. [Exeunt. Enter TAMORA, CHIRON, and DEMETRIUS, disguis'd. Tam. Thus, in this strange and sad habiliment, I will encounter with Andronicus; And say, I am Revenge, sent from below, 3 Perhaps this is a stage direction, crept into the text. To join with him, and right his heinous wrongs. Enter TITUS, above. [They knock. Tit. Who doth molest my contemplation? Tam. Titus, I am come to talk with thee. Thou hast the odds of me, therefore no more. Tam. If thou didst 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 ; I am Revenge; sent from the infernal kingdom, Come down, and welcome me to this world's light; Where bloody murder, or detested rape, Can couch for fear, but I will find them out; Tit. Art thou Revenge? and art thou sent to me, To be a torment to mine enemies? Tam. I am; therefore come down, and welcomeme. 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 bale 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 Trat, 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 ministers? what are they call'd? 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! |