Who leads towards Rome a band of warlike Goths, Tit. Marcus, my brother!-'tis sad Titus calls. Enter MARCUS. Go, gentle Marcus, to thy nephew Lucius; Mar. This will I do, and soon return again. Tam. Now will I hence about thy business, And take my ministers along with me. [Exit. 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. What say you, boys? will you abide with him, Whiles I go tell my lord the emperor, How I have govern'd our determin'd jest? Yield to his humour, smooth and speak him fair, And tarry with him till I come again. [Aside. Tit. I know them all, though they suppose me mad; And will o'er-reach them in their own devices, [Aside. Dem. Madam, depart at pleasure, leave us here. Tam. Farewell, Andronicus: Revenge now goes To lay a complot to betray thy foes. [Exit TAMORA. Tit. I know, thou dost; and, sweet Revenge, farewell. Chi. Tell us, old man, how shall we be em ploy'd? Tit. Tut, I have work enough for you to do.Publius, come hither, Caius, and Valentine! Enter PUBLIUS, and Others. Pub. What's your will? Tit. Know you these two? Pub. Th' empress' sons, I take them, Chiron and Demetrius. Tit. Fye, Publius, fye! thou art too much de ceiv'd; The one is Murder, Rape is the other's name: [Exit TITUS.-PUBLIUS, &c. lay hold on CHI- 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 ANDRONICUS, with LAVINIA; she bearing a Bason, and he a Knife. Tit. Come, come, Lavinia; look, thy foes are bound; Sirs, stop their mouths, let them not speak to me; Here stands the spring whom you have stain'd with mud; This goodly summer with your winter mix'd. Both her sweet hands, her tongue, and that, more dear Than hands or tongue, her spotless chastity, And make two pasties of your shameful heads; And of the paste a coffin-] A coffin is the term of art for the cavity of a raised pye. 7 her own increase.] i. e. her own produce. And this the banquet she shall surfeit on; To make this banquet; which I wish may prove [Exeunt, bearing the dead Bodies. SCENE III. The same. A Pavilion, with Tables, &c. Enter LUCIUS, MARCUS, and Goths, with AARON, Prisoner. Luc. Uncle Marcus, since 'tis my father's mind, That I repair to Rome, I am content. 8 1 Goth. And ours, with thine, befall what for tune will. Luc. Good uncle, take you in this barbarous This ravenous tiger, this accursed devil; And ours with thine,] And our content runs parallel with thine, be the consequence of our coming to Rome what it may. 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. The trumpets show, the emperor is at hand. Enter SATURNINUS and TAMORA, with Tribunes, Senators, and Others. Sat. What, hath the firmament more suns than one? Luc. What boots it thee, to call thyself a sun? Mar. Rome's emperor, and nephew, break the parle;9 These quarrels must be quietly debated. The feast is ready, which the careful Titus 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. Enter TITUS, dressed like a Cook, LAVINIA, veiled, young LUCIUS, and Others. TITUS places the Dishes on the Table. Tit. Welcome, my gracious lord; welcome, dread queen; Welcome, ye warlike Goths; welcome, Lucius; And welcome, all: although the cheer be poor, "Twill fill your stomachs; please you eat of it. 9 break the parle;] That is, begin the parley. We yet say, he breaks his mind. |