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Tit. Agree between you; I will spare my hand.
But I will use the axe.
Exeunt LUCIUS and MARCUS. Tit. Come hithér, Aaron; I'll deceive them both; Lend me thy hand, and I will give thee mine,
Aar. If that be callid deceit, I will be honest, And never, whilst I live, deceive men so:But I'll deceive you in another sort, And that you'll say, ere half an hour can pass. [ Aside.
[He cuts off Titus's Hand.
Enter LUCIUS and MARCUS.
Tit. Now, stay your strife; what shall be, is de
Aar. I go, Andronicus: and for thy hand,
grace, Aaron will have his soul black like his face. [Exit.
Tit. O, here I lift this one hand up to heaven, And bow this feeble ruin to the earth; If any power pities wretched tears, To that I call :- What, wilt thou kneel with me?
[TO LAVINIA. Do then, dear heart; for heaven shall hear our
prayers; Or with our sighs we'll breathe the welkin dim,
And stain the sun' with fog, as sometime clouds, When they do hug him in their melting bosoms.
Már. O! 'brother, speak with possibilities, And do not break into these deep extremes.
Tit. Is not my sorrow deep, having no bottom? Then be my passions bottomless with them.
Mar. But yet let reason govern thy lament.
Tit. If there were reason for these miseries,
Enter a Messenger, with Two Heads and a Hand.
Mess. Worthy Andronicus, ill art thou repaid
To weep with them that weep doth ease some deal,
(LAVINIA kisses-him. Mar. Alas, poor heart, that kiss is comfortless," ** As frozen water to a starved snake.
Tit. When will this fearful slumber have an end?
Mar. Now, farewell, flattery: Die, Andronicus;
Tit. Ha, ha, ha!
And swear unto my soul to right your wrongs.
love me, as I think you do, Let's kiss and part, for we have much to do.
[Exeunt Titus, Marcus, and LAVINIA. Luc. Farewell, Andronicus, my noble father; The woeful'st man that ever liv'd in Rome ! Farewell, proud Rome! till Lucius come again, He leaves his pledges dearer than his life. Farewell, Lavinia, my noble sister ;. O, 'would thou wert as thou 'tofore hast been ! But now nor Lucius, nor Lavinia lives, But in oblivion, and hateful griefs.“ If Lucius live, he will requite your wrongs; And make proud Saturninus and his empress Beg at the gates, like Tarquin and his queen. Now will I to the Goths, and raise à power, To be reveng'd on Rome and Saturnine. [Exit.
A Roons in Titus's 'House. A Banquet set out.
Enter Titus, Marcus, Lavinia, and young
Lucius, a Boy. Tit. So, so; now sit: and look, you eat no more Than will preserve just so much strength in' us As will revenge these bitter woes of ours. Marcus, unknit that sorrow-wreathen knot;" Thy niece and I, poor creatures, want our hands
And cannot passionate our tenfold grief
Mar. Fye, brother, fyell teach her not thus to lay Such violent hands upon her tender life. '; Tit. How now! has sorrow made thee dote al.
ready? Why, Marcus, no man should be mad but I. What violent hands can she lay on her life! Ah, wherefore dost thou urge the name of hands; To bid Æneas tell the tale twice o'er, How Troy was burnt, and he made miserable? O, handle not the theme, to talk of hands; Lest we remember still, that we have none. Fye, fye, how frantickly I square my talk ! As if we should forget we had no hands, If Marcus did not name the word of hands! Come, let's fall to; and, gentle girl, eat this: Here is no drink! Hark, Marcus, what she says;I can interpret all her martyr'd signs; She says, she drinks no other drink but tears, Brew'd with her sorrows, mesh'd upon her cheeks:
mesh'd upon her cheeks :! A very coarse allusion to brewing