Luc. Art thou not sorry for these heinous deeds? As kill a man, or else devise his death; 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! 5 Luc. Sirs, stop his mouth, and let him speak no more. Enter a Goth. Goth. My lord, there is a messenger from Rome, 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 turned off. STEEVENS. 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 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, 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? You are deceiv'd: for what I mean to do, Tam. Titus, I am come to talk with thee. 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, There's not a hollow cave, or lurking-place, No vast obscurity, or misty vale, Where bloody murder, or detested rape, 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, 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! And you, the empress! But we worldly men O sweet Revenge, now do I come to thee: [Exit TITUS, from above. 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, Well may'st thou know her by thy own proportion, 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, |