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I train'd thy brethren to that guileful hole,
Aar. Ay, like a black dog, as the saying is.
Aar. Ay, that I had not done a thousand more. Even now I curse the day, (and yet, I think, Few come within the compass of my curse,) Wherein I did not some notorious ill : As kill a man, or else devise his death; Accuse some innocent, and forswear myself: Set deadly enmity between two friends; Make poor men's cattle break their necks; Set fire on barns and hay-stacks in the night, And bid the owners quench them with their tears; Oft have I digg'd up dead men from their graves, And set them upright at their dear friends' doors, Even when their sorrows almost were forgot; And on their skins, as on the bark of trees, Have with my knife carved in Roman letters, "Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead." Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful things, As willingly as one would kill a fly; And nothing grieves me heartily indeed, But that I cannot do ten thousand more. Luc. Bring down the devil; for he must not So sweet a death as hanging presently.
Aar. If there be devils, 'would I were a devil, But to torment you with my bitter tongue! Luc. Sirs, stop his mouth, and let him speak
Enter a Goth.
Tit. Who doth molest my contemplation?
Tam. Titus, I am come to talk with thee.
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,
Confer with me of murder and of death:
Where bloody murder, or detested rape,
To be a torment to mine enemies?
Tam. I am; therefore come down, and welcome 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,
Goth. My lord, there is a messenger from And whirl along with thee about the globes.
Provide thee proper palfreys, black as jet,
Tit. Are they thy ministers? what are they Tam. Rapine and Murder; therefore call'd so, 'Cause they take vengeance of such kind of men. Tit. Good heaven, how like the empress' sons they are!
And you, the empress! But we worldly men
[Exit TIT. from above. Tam. This closing with him fits his lunacy: Whate'er I forge, to feed his brain-sick fits,
Do you uphold and maintain in your speeches.
Tit. Long have I been forlorn, and all for thee:
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. [wrong, Tam. Show me a thousand that have done thee And I will be revenged on them all. [Rome; Tit. Look round about the wicked streets of And when thou find'st a man that's like thyself, Good Murder, stab him; he's a murderer.Go thou with him; and when it is thy hap To find another that is like to thee, Good Rapine, stab him; he is a ravisher.Go thou with them; and in the emperor's court There is a queen, attended by a Moor; [tion, Well may'st thou know her by thy own proporFor up and down she doth resemble thee; 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,
And bid him come and banquet at thy house:
Tit. Marcus, my brother!-'tis sad Titus calls.
Go, gentle Marcus, to thy nephew Lucius;
Marc. This will I do, and soon return again.
Tam. Now will I hence about thy business, And take my ministers along with me. [me; Tit. Nay, nay, let Rape and Murder stay with Or else I'll call my brother back again, And cleave to no revenge but Lucius.
Tam. [To her Sons.] 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?
Dem. Madam, depart at pleasure, leave us here. Tam. Farewell, Andronicus: Revenge now goes
To lay a complot to betray thy foes. [Exit TAM. Tit. I know thou dost; and, sweet Revenge, farewell.
Chi. Tell us, old man, how shall we be employ'd? [do.Tit. Tut, I have work enough for you to Publius, come hither, Caius, and Valentine! Enter PUBLIUS, and Others.
Pub. What's your will?
Know you these two?
I take them, Chiron and Demetrius.
[Exit TIT.-PUB., &c., lay hold on CHI. ana
Chi. Villains, forbear, we are the empress' [manded.Pub. And therefore do we what we are comStop 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
Than hands or tongue, her spotless chastity,
And make two pasties of your shameful heads;
* Crust of a raised pie.
Receive the blood: and, when that they are dead,
Let me go grind their bones to powder small,
And in that paste let their vile heads be bak'd.
To make this banquet; which I wish may prove More stern and bloody than the Centaurs' feast. So, now bring them in, for I will play the cook, And see them ready 'gainst their mother comes. [Exeunt, bearing the dead Bodies. SCENE III.-A Pavilion, with Tables, &c. Enter LUCIUS, MARCUS, and Goths, with AARON, Prisoner.
Luc. Uncle Marcus, since 'tis my father's That I repair to Rome, I am content. [mind 1 Goth. And ours with thine, befall what fortune will. [Moor, Luc. Good uncle, take you in this barbarous This ravenous tiger, this accursed devil; Let him receive no sustenance, fetter him, Till he be brought unto the empress' face, For testimony of her foul proceedings: And see the ambush of our friends be strong: I fear the emperor means no good to us.
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 AAR. 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
These quarrels must be quietly debated.
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.
Sat. Why art thou thus attir'd, Andronicus? Tit. Because I would be sure to have all well, To entertain your highness, and your empress. Tam. We are beholden to you, good Andronicus. [were. Tit. An if your highness knew my heart, you My lord the emperor, resolve me this; Was it well done of rash Virginius,
To slay his daughter with his own right hand, Because she was enfórc'd, stain'd, and deflour'd? Sat. It was, Andronicus.
Tit. Your reason, mighty lord!
[shame, Sat. Because the girl should not survive her And by her presence still renew his sorrows.
* Of what advantage is it?
ti. e. Begin the parley.
Tit. A reason, mighty, strong, and effectual; A pattern, precedent, and lively warrant, For me, most wretched, to perform the like: Die, die, Lavinia, and thy shame with thee; [He kills LAV.
And, with thy shame, thy father's sorrow die ! Sat. What hast thou done, unnatural, and unkind? [me blind.
Tit. Kill'd her, for whom my tears have made 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 Whereof their mother daintily hath fed; [pie; Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred. 'Tis true, 'tis true; witness my knife's sharp point. [Killing TAM.
Sat. Die, frantic wretch, for this accursed deed. [Killing TIT. Luc. Can the son's eve behold his father bleed? There's meed for meed, death for a deadly deed. [Kills SAT. A great Tumult. The People in confusion disperse. MARC., Luc., and their Partisans ascend the Steps before TITUS's House.
Marc. You sad-fac'd men, people and sons of
By uproar sever'd, like a flight of fow!
Sen. Lest Rome herself be bane unto herself;
When with his solemn tongue he did discourse
Tell us, what Sinon hath bewitch'd our ears,
My heart is not compact of flint, nor steel;
Here is a captain, let him tell the tale; [speak.
Luc. Then, noble auditory, be it known to you, That cursed Chiron and Demetrius Were they that murdered our emperor's brother; And they it were that ravish'd our sister: For their fell faults our brothers were beheaded; Our father's tears despis'd; and basely cozen'd Of that true hand that fought Rome's quarrel And sent her enemies unto the grave. [out,
Lastly, myseif unkindly banished,
The gates shut on me, and turn'd weeping out,
My scars can witness, dumb although they are,
Marc. Now is my turn to speak; Behold this child!
[Pointing to the Child in the arms of an
Of this was Tamora delivered;
Have we done aught amiss? Show us wherein,
Will, hand in hand, all headlong cast us down,
Emil. Come, come, thou reverend man of
And bring our emperor gently in thy hand,
These sorrowful drops upon thy blood-stain'd The last true duties of thy noble son!
Marc. 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 [well:
To melt in showers: Thy grandsire lov'd thee
Because kind nature doth require it so :
Boy. O grandsire, grandsire! even with all my heart
'Would I were dead, so you did live again! Good heaven, I cannot speak to him for weeping; My tears will choke me if I ope my mouth.
Enter Attendants, with AARON.
1 Rom. You sad Andronici, have done with woes;
Give sentence on this execrable wretch,
Luc. Set him breast-deep in earth, and famish him;
There let him stand, and rave and cry for food:
For the offence he dies. This is our doom:
I am no baby, I, that, with base prayers,
Luc. Some loving friends convey the emperor hence,
And give him burial in his father's grave:
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