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And buz lamenting doings in the air?
him. Mar. Pardon me, sir; 'twas a black ill-favour'd fly, Like to the empress' Moor; therefore I kill'd him.
Tit. 0, 0, 0,
Mar. Alas, poor man! grief has so wrought on him, He takes false shadows for true substances.
Tit. Come, take away.--Lavinia, go with me: I'll to thy closet; and go read with thee Sad stories, chanced in the times of old. Come, boy, and go with me; thy sight is young, And thou shalt read, when mine begins to dazzle.
SCENE I. The same. Before Titus's House, Enter Tirus and MARCUS. Then enter young
LUCIUS, LAVINIA running after him. Boy. Help, grandsire, help! my aunt Lavinia Follows me every where, I know not why: Good uncle Marcus, see how swift she comes ! Alas, sweet aunt, I know not what you mean.
Mer. Stand by me, Lucius; do not fear thine aunt. Tit. She loves thee, boy, too well to do thee harm. Boy. Ay, when my father was in Rome, she did. Mar. What means my niece Lavinia by these signs? Tit. Fear her not, Lucius :-Somewhat doth she
mean: See, Lucius, see, how much she makes of thee : Somewhither would she have thee go with her. Ah, boy, Cornelia never with more care Read to her sons, than she hath read to thee, Sweet poetry, and Tully's Orator.s Canst thou not guess wherefore she plies thee thus?
Boy. My lord, I know not, I, nor can I guess, Unless some fit or frenzy do possess her : For I have heard my grandsire say full oft, Extremity of griefs would make men mad; And I have read that Hecuba of Troy Ran mad through sorrow: That made me to fear; Although, my lord, I know, my noble aunt Loves me as dear as e'er my mother did,
s Tully's Treatise on Eloquence, entitled Orator,
And would not, but in fury, fright my youth:
let fall. Tit. How how, Lavinia ?-Marcus, what means
this? Some book there is that she desires to see :-Which is it, girl, of these?
-Open them, boy.But thou art deeper read, and better skill'd; Come, and take choice of all my library, And so beguile thy sorrow, till the heavens Reveal the damn'd contriver of this deed. Why lifts she up her arms in sequence thus ? Mar. I think, she means, that there was more than
one Confederate in the fact :-Ay, more there was :Or else to heaven she heaves them for
revenge. Tit. Lucius, what book is that she tosseth so?
Boy. Grandsire, 'tis Ovid's Metamorphosis;
For love of her that's gone, Perhaps she call'd it from among the rest.
Tit. Soft! see, how busily she turns the leaves ! Help her :What would she find?-Lavinia, shall I read? This is the tragick tale of Philomel,
And treats of Tereus' treason, and his rape;
Mar. O, why should nature build so foul a den,
Mar. Sit down, sweet niece;-brother, sit down by
Apollo, Pallas, Jove, or Mercury,
with his Feet and Mouth. Curs'd be that heart, that forc'd us to this shift!Write thou, good niece; and here display, at last,
What God will have discover'd for revenge :
with her Stumps, and writes. Tit. O, do you read, my lord, what she hath writ? Stuprum-Chiron-Demetrius,
Mar. What, what!-the lustful sons of Tamora Peformers of this heinous, bloody deed?
Tit. Magne Dominator poli,
Mar. O, calm thee, gentle lord! although, I know,
Tit. 'Tis sure enough, an you knew how,