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Feast at my house, and he shall feast with them.
This do thou for my love, and so let him,
As he regards his aged father's life.

MARC. This will I do, and soon return again. (Exit.

Tam. Now will I hence about thy 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. [Aside to her sons) What say you, boys ? will

you bide with him, Whiles I


lord the emperor
How I have govern'd our determined jest ?
Yield to his humour, smooth and speak him fair,
And tarry with him till I turn again.
Tit. (Aside] 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.

DEM. Madam, depart at pleasure; leave us here.

Tam. Farewell, Andronicus: Revenge now goes To lay a complot to betray thy foes. Tit. I know thou dost; and, sweet Revenge, farewell.

[Exit Tamora. 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 !



139 govern'd] managed.
140 smooth] flatter, cajole. Cf. IV, iv, 96, supra.

Enter PUBLIUS and others

PUB. What is your will ?
Tit. Know you these two ?
PUB. The empress' sons, I take them, Chiron and

Tit. Fie, Publius, fie! thou art too much deceived;
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.

[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, with LAVINIA; he bearing a knife, and she a basin

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


167 Trr. Come, come) Pope here makes a new scenic division (Scene v).

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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's and forced.
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, ,
Whilst that Lavinia 'tween her stumps doth hold
The basin 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,
Like to the earth, swallow her own increase.
This is the feast that I have bid her to,
And this the banquet she shall surfeit on;
For worse than Philomel you used my daughter,
And worse than Progne I will be revenged:
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, 189 a coffin) a term technically applied in culinary matters to the raised

crust of a pie. 192 increase] offspring. 195–196 Philomel ... Progne) For the story, see II, iii, 43, supra, and note.

190 200

And with this hateful liquor temper it;
And in that paste let their vile heads be baked.
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'll play the cook,
And see them ready against their mother comes.

[Exeunt, bearing the dead bodies.



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. FIRST Goth. And ours with thine, befall what for

tune 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: 202 officious) helpful. 204 the Centaurs' feast] Ovid (Metamorphoses, xii, 210 seq.) tells with much

revolting detail the struggle between the Centaurs and the Lapithæ, which took place at the marriage feast of Perithous and Hippodameia, after one of the Centaurs has tried to violate the bride. There is a

reference to the battle with the Centaurs in Mids. N. Dr., V, i, 44. SCENE III) Pope makes no new scenic division here. 3 ours with thine] our mind agrees with thine.


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, with Aaron. Flourish within. The trumpets show the emperor is at hand.

Enter SATURNINUS and TAMORA, with ÆMILITS, Tribunes,

Senators, and others


Sat. What, hath the firmament moe suns than one ?
Luc. What boots it thee to call thyself a sun ?
MARC. Rome's emperor, and nephew, break the

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.


13 The venomous ... heart] Cf. 1 Hen. VI, III, i, 26: “From envious

malice of thy swelling heart.17 Sat. What, hath] Pope makes a new scenic division here (Scene vi). 19 break the parle] begin the parley (of peace). Cf. 1 Hen. VI, I, iï, 81:

"break our minds,” and M. Wives, III, iv, 22: Break [i. e., open] their talk." Others interpret, with less authority, "break off this angry discussion.”

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