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Sat. Why art thou thus attir'd, Andronicus?
Tit. Because I would be sure to have all well,
Tam. We are beholden to you, good Andronicus.
Sat. It was, Andronicus.
Tit. A reason mighty, strong, and effectual ;
[He kills LATINIA. And, with thy shame, thy father's sorrow die! Sat. What hast thou done, unnatural, and un
kind? Tit. Kill'd her, for whom my tears have made me
blind. I am as woful as Virginius was : And have a thousand times more cause than he To do this outrage;--and it is now done. Sat. What, was she ravish'd? tell, who did the
deed. Tit. Will’t please you eat ? will't please your
highness feed ? Tam. Why hast thou slain thine only daughter
thus? Tit. Not I; 'twas Chiron, and Demetrius: They ravish'd her, and cut away her tongue, And they, 'twas they, that did her all this wrong.
Sat. Go, fetch them hither to us presently.
Tit. Why, there they are both, baked in that pye; Whereof their mother daintily hath fed, Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred. 'Tis true, 'tis true; witness my knife's sharp point.
[Killing TAMORA. Sat. Die, frantick wretch, for this accursed deed.
[Killing Titus. Luc. Can the son's eye behold his father bleed ? There's meed for meed, death for a deadly deed.
Kills SATURNINUS. A great Tumult. The
People in confusion disperse. MARCUS,
Steps before Titus's House.
Sen. Lest Rome herself be bane unto herself;
our ancestor, When with his solemn tongue he did discourse, To love-sick Dido's sad attending ear, The story of that baleful burning night, When subtle Greeks surpriz'd king Priam's Troy; Tell us, what Sinon hath bewitch'd our ears, Or who hath brought the fatal engine in, That gives our Troy, our Rome, the civil wound.
my frostu cution on 1 cast-au
al burri king lur ears,
My heart is not compact of flint, nor steel ;
Luc. Then, noble auditory, be it known to you,
[Pointing to the Child in the arms of an Attendant. Of this was Tamora delivered ; The issue of an irreligious Moor,
and basely cozen'd-] i. e. and he basely cozened.
Chief architect and plotter of these woes ;
Æmil. Come, come, thou reverend man of Rome, And bring our emperor gently in thy hand, Lucius our emperor; for, well I know, The common voice do cry, it shall be so. Rom. [Several speak.] Lucius, all hail; Rome's
royal emperor !
Lucius, &c. descend.
[To an Attendant.
gracious governor ! Luc. Thanks, gentle Romans; May I govern so, To heal Rome's harms, and wipe away her woe! But, gentle people, give me aim awhile,For nature puts me to a heavy task ; Stand all aloof;—but, uncle, draw you near,
To shed obsequious tears upon this trunk:-
[Kisses TITUS. These sorrowful drops upon thy blood-stain'd face, The last true duties of thy noble son !
Mar. Tear for tear, and loving kiss for kiss, Thy brother Marcus tenders on thy lips: O, were the sum of these that I should pay Countless and infinite, yet would I pay them! Luc. Come hither, boy; come, come, and learn
of us To melt in showers: Thy grandsire lov’d thee well : Many a time he danc'd thee on his knee, Sung thee asleep, his loving breast thy pillow; Many a matter hath he told to thee, Meet, and agreeing with thine infancy; In that respect then, like a loving child, Shed yet some small drops from thy tender spring, Because kind nature doth require it so : Friends should associate friends in grief and woe: Bid him farewell; commit him to the grave; Do him that kindness, and take leave of him. Boy. O grandsire, grandsire ! even with all my
heart 'Would I were dead, so you did live again! O lord, I cannot speak to him for weeping; My tears will choke me, if I ope my mouth.
Enter Attendants, with AARON.