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      <head>DRAMATIS PERSON&AElig;</head>
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        <castItem type="role"><role id="tit-22">SATURNINUS</role><roleDesc>son to the late Emperor of Rome and afterwards declared Emperor</roleDesc></castItem>
        <castItem type="role"><role id="tit-4">BASSIANUS</role><roleDesc>brother to Saturninus; in love with Lavinia</roleDesc></castItem>
        <castItem type="role"><role id="tit-25">TITUS ANDRONICUS</role><roleDesc>a noble Roman general against the Goths</roleDesc></castItem>
        <castItem type="role"><role id="tit-15">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</role><roleDesc>tribune of the people and brother to Titus</roleDesc></castItem>
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          <head rend="braced">sons to Titus Andronicus.</head>
          <castItem type="role"><role id="tit-13">LUCIUS</role></castItem>
          <castItem type="role"><role id="tit-21">QUINTUS</role></castItem>
          <castItem type="role"><role id="tit-16">MARTIUS</role></castItem>
          <castItem type="role"><role id="tit-18">MUTIUS</role></castItem>
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        <castItem type="role"><role id="tit-14">YOUNG Lucius</role><roleDesc>a boy, son to Lucius</roleDesc></castItem>
        <castItem type="role"><role id="tit-20">PUBLIUS</role><roleDesc>son to Marcus the Tribune</roleDesc></castItem>
        <castGroup>
          <head rend="braced"> kinsmen to Titus.</head>
          <castItem type="role"><role>SEMPRONIUS</role></castItem>
          <castItem type="role"><role>CAIUS</role></castItem>
          <castItem type="role"><role>VALENTINE</role></castItem>
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        <castItem type="role"><role id="tit-2">AEMILIUS</role><roleDesc>a noble Roman</roleDesc></castItem>
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          <head rend="braced"> sons to Tamora.</head>
          <castItem type="role"><role>ALARBUS</role></castItem>
          <castItem type="role"><role id="tit-10">DEMETRIUS</role></castItem>
          <castItem type="role"><role id="tit-8">CHIRON</role></castItem>
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        <castItem type="role"><role id="tit-1">AARON</role><roleDesc>a Moor, beloved by Tamora</roleDesc></castItem>
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          <role id="tit-7">A Captain</role>
          <role id="tit-26">Tribune</role>
          <role id="tit-17">Messenger</role> and
          <role id="tit-9">Clown</role>
          <roleDesc>Romans</roleDesc>
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        <castItem type="role"><role id="tit-12">LAVINIA</role><roleDesc>daughter to Titus Andronicus</roleDesc></castItem>
        <castItem type="role"><role id="tit-19">A Nurse</role></castItem>
        <castItem type="list"><roleDesc>Senators</roleDesc>
          <roleDesc> Tribunes</roleDesc>
          <roleDesc> Officers</roleDesc>
          <roleDesc> Soldiers</roleDesc>
          <roleDesc>and Attendants</roleDesc></castItem>
        
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    <set><p>Scene: Rome, and the country near it.</p></set>
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  <head>ACT I</head><lb n="2" ed="F1"/>
<div2 n="1" type="scene">
<head>SCENE I</head>
<stage type="setting"> Rome. Before the Capitol.</stage>
<stage type="setting">  The Tomb of ANDRONICI appearing; the Tribunes and Senators aloft.</stage>
<lb n="3" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance"> Enter, below, from one side, <lb n="4" ed="F1"/>SATURNINUS and his Followers; and, from the other side, <lb n="5" ed="F1"/>BASSIANUS and his Followers; <lb n="6" ed="F1"/>with drum and colours. </stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="7" ed="F1"/><sp who="tit-22"><speaker>Sat.</speaker><l>Noble patricians, patrons of my right,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="8" ed="F1"/></l><l>Defend the justice of my cause with arms,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="9" ed="F1"/></l><l>And, countrymen, my loving followers,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="10" ed="F1"/></l><l>Plead my successive title with your swords:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="11" ed="F1"/></l><l>I am his first-born son, that was the last
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="12" ed="F1"/></l><l>That wore the imperial diadem of Rome;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="13" ed="F1"/></l><l>Then let my father's honours live in me,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="14" ed="F1"/></l><l>Nor wrong mine age with this indignity.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="15" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-4"><speaker>Bas.</speaker><l>Romans, friends, followers, <lb n="16" ed="F1"/>favourers of my right,
<lb n="10" ed="G"/><lb n="17" ed="F1"/></l><l>If ever Bassianus, Caesar's son,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="18" ed="F1"/></l><l>Were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="19" ed="F1"/></l><l>Keep then this passage to the Capitol
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="20" ed="F1"/></l><l>And suffer not dishonour to approach
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="21" ed="F1"/></l><l>The imperial seat, to virtue consecrate,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="22" ed="F1"/></l><l>To justice, continence and nobility;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="23" ed="F1"/></l><l>But let desert in pure election shine,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="24" ed="F1"/></l><l>And, Romans, fight for freedom in your choice.
<lb n="25" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Enter MARCUS ANDRONICUS, aloft, with the crown.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="26" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>Princes, that strive by factions and by friends
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="27" ed="F1"/></l><l>Ambitiously for rule and empery,
<lb n="20" ed="G"/><lb n="28" ed="F1"/></l><l>Know that the people of Rome, for whom we stand
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="29" ed="F1"/></l><l>A special party, have, by common voice,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="30" ed="F1"/></l><l>In election for the Roman empery,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="31" ed="F1"/></l><l>Chosen Andronicus, surnamed Pius
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="32" ed="F1"/></l><l>For many good and great deserts to Rome:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="33" ed="F1"/></l><l>A nobler man, a braver warrior,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="34" ed="F1"/></l><l>Lives not this day within the city walls;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="35" ed="F1"/></l><l>He by the senate is accited home
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="36" ed="F1"/></l><l>From weary wars against the barbarous Goths;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="37" ed="F1"/></l><l>That, with his sons, a terror to our foes,
<lb n="30" ed="G"/><lb n="38" ed="F1"/></l><l>Hath yoked a nation strong, train'd up in arms.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="39" ed="F1"/></l><l>Ten years are spent since first he undertook
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="40" ed="F1"/></l><l>This cause of Rome and chastised with arms
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="41" ed="F1"/></l><l>Our enemies' pride: five times he hath return'd
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="42" ed="F1"/></l><l>Bleeding to Rome, bearing his valiant sons
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="43" ed="F1"/></l><l>In coffins from the field;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="44" ed="F1"/></l><l>And now at last, laden with honour's spoils,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="45" ed="F1"/></l><l>Returns the good Andronicus to Rome,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="46" ed="F1"/></l><l>Renowned Titus, flourishing in arms.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="47" ed="F1"/></l><l>Let us entreat, by honour of his name,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="48" ed="F1"/></l><l>Whom worthily you would have now succeed,
<lb n="41" ed="G"/><lb n="49" ed="F1"/></l><l>And in the Capitol and senate's right,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="50" ed="F1"/></l><l>Whom you pretend to honour and adore,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="51" ed="F1"/></l><l>That you withdraw you and abate your strength;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="52" ed="F1"/></l><l>Dismiss your followers and, as suitors should,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="53" ed="F1"/></l><l>Plead your deserts in peace and humbleness.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="54" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-22"><speaker>Sat.</speaker><l>How fair the tribune speaks <lb n="55" ed="F1"/>to calm my thoughts!

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="56" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-4"><speaker>Bas.</speaker><l>Marcus Andronicus, so I do affy
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="57" ed="F1"/></l><l>In thy uprightness and integrity,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="58" ed="F1"/></l><l>And so I love and honour thee and thine,
<lb n="50" ed="G"/><lb n="59" ed="F1"/></l><l>Thy noble brother Titus and his sons,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="60" ed="F1"/></l><l>And her to whom my thoughts are humbled all,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="61" ed="F1"/></l><l>Gracious Lavinia, Rome's rich ornament,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="62" ed="F1"/></l><l>That I will here dismiss my loving friends,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="63" ed="F1"/></l><l>And to my fortunes and the people's favour
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="64" ed="F1"/></l><l>Commit my cause in balance to be weigh'd.
<lb n="65" ed="F1"/><stage>Exeunt the Followers of Bassianus.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="66" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-22"><speaker>Sat.</speaker><l>Friends, that have been <lb n="67" ed="F1"/>thus forward in my right,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="68" ed="F1"/></l><l>I thank you all and here dismiss you all,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="69" ed="F1"/></l><l>And to the love and favour of my country
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="70" ed="F1"/></l><l>Commit myself, my person and the cause.
<stage>Exeunt the Followers of Saturninus.</stage>
<lb n="60" ed="G"/><lb n="71" ed="F1"/></l><l>Rome, be as just and gracious unto me
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="72" ed="F1"/></l><l>As I am confident and kind to thee.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="73" ed="F1"/></l><l>Open the gates, and let me in.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="74" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-4"><speaker>Bas.</speaker><l>Tribunes, and me, a poor competitor.
<lb n="75" ed="F1"/><stage type="exit">Flourish. Saturninus and Bassianus go up into the Capitol.</stage>
<lb n="76" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Enter a Captain.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="77" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-7"><speaker>Cap.</speaker><l>Romans, make way: the good Andronicus,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="78" ed="F1"/></l><l>Patron of virtue, Rome's best champion,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="79" ed="F1"/></l><l>Successful in the battles that he fights,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="80" ed="F1"/></l><l>With honour and with fortune is return'd
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="81" ed="F1"/></l><l>From where he circumscribed with his sword,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="82" ed="F1"/></l><l>And brought to yoke, the enemies of Rome.
<lb n="83" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance"> Drums and trumpets sounded. Enter <lb n="84" ed="F1"/>MARTIUS and MUTIUS; after them, two Men bearing a coffin covered <lb n="85" ed="F1"/>with black; then LUCIUS and QUINTUS. After them, TITUS <lb n="86" ed="F1"/>ANDRONICUS; and then TAMORA, with ALARBUS, <lb n="87" ed="F1"/>DEMETRIUS, CHIRON, AARON, <lb n="88" ed="F1"/>and other Goths, prisoners; Soldiers and people following.  The Bearers set down the <lb n="89" ed="F1"/>coffin, and TITUS speaks.</stage>

<lb n="70" ed="G"/><lb n="90" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Hail, Rome, <lb n="91" ed="F1"/>victorious in thy mourning weeds!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="92" ed="F1"/></l><l>Lo, as the bark, that hath discharged her fraught,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="93" ed="F1"/></l><l>Returns with precious lading to the bay
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="94" ed="F1"/></l><l>From whence at first she weigh'd her anchorage,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="95" ed="F1"/></l><l>Cometh Andronicus, bound with laurel boughs,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="96" ed="F1"/></l><l>To re-salute his country with his tears,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="97" ed="F1"/></l><l>Tears of true joy for his return to Rome.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="98" ed="F1"/></l><l>Thou great defender of this Capitol,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="99" ed="F1"/></l><l>Stand gracious to the rites that we intend!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="100" ed="F1"/></l><l>Romans, of five and twenty valiant sons,
<lb n="80" ed="G"/><lb n="101" ed="F1"/></l><l>Half of the number that King Priam had,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="102" ed="F1"/></l><l>Behold the poor remains, alive and dead!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="103" ed="F1"/></l><l>These that survive let Rome reward with love;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="104" ed="F1"/></l><l>These that I bring unto their latest home,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="105" ed="F1"/></l><l>With burial amongst their ancestors:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="106" ed="F1"/></l><l>Here Goths have given me leave to sheathe my sword.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="107" ed="F1"/></l><l>Titus, unkind and careless of thine own,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="108" ed="F1"/></l><l>Why suffer'st thou thy sons, unburied yet,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="109" ed="F1"/></l><l>To hover on the dreadful shore of Styx?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="110" ed="F1"/></l><l>Make way to lay them by their brethren.
<lb n="111" ed="F1"/><stage>The tomb is opened.</stage>
<lb n="90" ed="G"/><lb n="112" ed="F1"/></l><l>There greet in silence, as the dead are wont,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="113" ed="F1"/></l><l>And sleep in peace, slain in your country's wars!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="114" ed="F1"/></l><l>O sacred receptacle of my joys,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="115" ed="F1"/></l><l>Sweet cell of virtue and nobility,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="116" ed="F1"/></l><l>How many sons of mine hast thou in store,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="117" ed="F1"/></l><l>That thou wilt never render to me more!

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="118" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>Give us the proudest prisoner of thy Goths,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="119" ed="F1"/></l><l>That we may hew his limbs, and on a pile
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="120" ed="F1"/></l><l>Ad manes fratrum sacrifice his flesh,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="121" ed="F1"/></l><l>Before this earthy prison of their bones;
<lb n="100" ed="G"/><lb n="122" ed="F1"/></l><l>That so the shadows be not unappeased.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="123" ed="F1"/></l><l>Nor we disturb'd with prodigies on earth.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="124" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>I give him you, the noblest that survives,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="125" ed="F1"/></l><l>The eldest son of this distressed queen.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="126" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-24"><speaker>Tam.</speaker><l>Stay, Roman brethren! Gracious conqueror,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="127" ed="F1"/></l><l>Victorious Titus, rue the tears I shed,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="128" ed="F1"/></l><l>A mother's tears in passion for her son:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="129" ed="F1"/></l><l>And if thy sons were ever dear to thee,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="130" ed="F1"/></l><l>O, think my son to be as dear to me!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="131" ed="F1"/></l><l>Sufficeth not that we are brought to Rome,
<lb n="110" ed="G"/><lb n="132" ed="F1"/></l><l>To beautify thy triumphs and return,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="133" ed="F1"/></l><l>Captive to thee and to thy Roman yoke,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="134" ed="F1"/></l><l>But must my sons be slaughter'd in the streets,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="135" ed="F1"/></l><l>For valiant doings in their country's cause?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="136" ed="F1"/></l><l>O, if to fight for king and commonweal
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="137" ed="F1"/></l><l>Were piety in thine, it is in these.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="138" ed="F1"/></l><l>Andronicus, stain not thy tomb with blood:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="139" ed="F1"/></l><l>Wilt thou draw near the nature of the gods?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="140" ed="F1"/></l><l>Draw near them then in being merciful:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="141" ed="F1"/></l><l>Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="142" ed="F1"/></l><l>Thrice noble Titus, spare my first-born son.

<lb n="121" ed="G"/><lb n="143" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Patient yourself, madam, and pardon me.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="144" ed="F1"/></l><l>These are their brethren, whom you Goths beheld
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="145" ed="F1"/></l><l>Alive and dead, and for their brethren slain
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="146" ed="F1"/></l><l>Religiously they ask a sacrifice:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="147" ed="F1"/></l><l>To this your son is mark'd, and die he must,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="148" ed="F1"/></l><l>To appease their groaning shadows that are gone.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="149" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>Away with him! and make a fire straight;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="150" ed="F1"/></l><l>And with our swords, upon a pile of wood,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="151" ed="F1"/></l><l>Let's hew his limbs till they be clean consumed.
<lb n="152" ed="F1"/><stage type="exit">Exeunt Lucius, Quintus, Martius, and Mutius, with Alarbus.</stage>

<lb n="130" ed="G"/><lb n="153" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-24"><speaker>Tam.</speaker><l>O cruel, irreligious piety!

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="154" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-8"><speaker>Chi.</speaker><l>Was ever Scythia half so barbarous?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="155" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-10"><speaker>Dem.</speaker><l>Oppose not Scythia to ambitious Rome.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="156" ed="F1"/></l><l>Alarbus goes to rest; and we survive
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="157" ed="F1"/></l><l>To tremble under Titus' threatening looks.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="158" ed="F1"/></l><l>Then, madam, stand resolved, but hope withal
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="159" ed="F1"/></l><l>The self-same gods that arm'd the Queen of Troy
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="160" ed="F1"/></l><l>With opportunity of sharp revenge
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="161" ed="F1"/></l><l>Upon the Thracian tyrant in his tent,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="162" ed="F1"/></l><l>May favour Tamora, the Queen of Goths&mdash;
<lb n="140" ed="G"/><lb n="163" ed="F1"/></l><l>When Goths were Goths and Tamora was queen&mdash;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="164" ed="F1"/></l><l>To quit the bloody wrongs upon her foes.
<lb n="165" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Re-enter Lucius, QUINTUS, MARTIUS, and MUTIUS, with their swords bloody. </stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="166" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>See, lord and father, how we have performed
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="167" ed="F1"/></l><l>Our Roman rites: Alarbus' limbs are lopp'd,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="168" ed="F1"/></l><l>And entrails feed the sacrificing fire,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="169" ed="F1"/></l><l>Whose smoke, like incense, doth perfume the sky.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="170" ed="F1"/></l><l>Remaineth nought, but to inter our brethren,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="171" ed="F1"/></l><l>And with loud 'larums welcome them to Rome.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="172" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Let it be so; and let Andronicus
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="173" ed="F1"/></l><l>Make this his latest farewell to their souls.
<lb n="174" ed="F1"/>
<lb n="175" ed="F1"/><stage>Trumpets sounded, and the coffin laid in the tomb.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="176" ed="F1"/></l><l>In peace and honour rest you here, my sons;
<lb n="151" ed="G"/><lb n="177" ed="F1"/></l><l>Rome's readiest champions, repose you here in rest,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="178" ed="F1"/></l><l>Secure from worldly chances and mishaps!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="179" ed="F1"/></l><l>Here lurks no treason, here no envy swells,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="180" ed="F1"/></l><l>Here grow no damned grudges; here are no storms,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="181" ed="F1"/></l><l>No noise, but silence and eternal sleep:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="182" ed="F1"/></l><l>In peace and honour, rest you here, my sons!
<lb n="183" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Enter LAVINIA.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="184" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-12"><speaker>Lav.</speaker><l>In peace and honour live Lord Titus long;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="185" ed="F1"/></l><l>My noble lord and father, live in fame!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="186" ed="F1"/></l><l>Lo, at this tomb my tributary tears
<lb n="160" ed="G"/><lb n="187" ed="F1"/></l><l>I render, for my brethren's obsequies;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="188" ed="F1"/></l><l>And at thy feet I kneel, with tears of joy,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="189" ed="F1"/></l><l>Shed on the earth, for thy return to Rome:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="190" ed="F1"/></l><l>O, bless me here with thy victorious hand,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="191" ed="F1"/></l><l>Whose fortunes Rome's best citizens applaud!

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="192" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Kind Rome, <lb n="193" ed="F1"/>that hast thus lovingly reserved
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="194" ed="F1"/></l><l>The cordial of mine age to glad my heart!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="195" ed="F1"/></l><l>Lavinia, live; outlive thy father's days,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="196" ed="F1"/></l><l>And fame's eternal date, for virtue's praise!
<stage type="entrance">Enter, below, MARCUS ANDRONICUS and Tribunes; re-enter SATURNINUS and BASSIANUS. attended.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="197" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>Long live Lord Titus, my beloved brother,
<lb n="170" ed="G"/><lb n="198" ed="F1"/></l><l>Gracious triumpher in the eyes of Rome!

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="199" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Thanks, gentle tribune, <lb n="200" ed="F1"/>noble brother Marcus.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="201" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>And welcome, nephews, from successful wars,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="202" ed="F1"/></l><l>You that survive, and you that sleep in fame!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="203" ed="F1"/></l><l>Fair lords, your fortunes are alike in all,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="204" ed="F1"/></l><l>That in your country's service drew your swords:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="205" ed="F1"/></l><l>But safer triumph is this funeral pomp,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="206" ed="F1"/></l><l>That hath aspired to Solon's happiness
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="207" ed="F1"/></l><l>And triumphs over chance in honour's bed.
<lb n="179" ed="G"/><lb n="208" ed="F1"/></l><l>Titus Andronicus, the people of Rome,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="209" ed="F1"/></l><l>Whose friend in justice thou hast ever been,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="210" ed="F1"/></l><l>Send thee by me, their tribute and their trust,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="211" ed="F1"/></l><l>This palliament of white and spotless hue;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="212" ed="F1"/></l><l>And name thee in election for the empire,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="213" ed="F1"/></l><l>With these our late-deceased emperor's sons:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="214" ed="F1"/></l><l>Be candidatus then, and put it on,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="215" ed="F1"/></l><l>And help to set a head on headless Rome.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="216" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>A better head her glorious body fits
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="217" ed="F1"/></l><l>Than this that shakes for age and feebleness:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="218" ed="F1"/></l><l>What should I don this robe, and trouble you?
<lb n="190" ed="G"/><lb n="219" ed="F1"/></l><l>Be chosen with proclamations to-day,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="220" ed="F1"/></l><l>To-morrow yield up rule, resign my life,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="221" ed="F1"/></l><l>And set abroad new business for you all?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="222" ed="F1"/></l><l>Rome, I have been thy soldier forty years,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="223" ed="F1"/></l><l>And led my country's strength successfully,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="224" ed="F1"/></l><l>And buried one and twenty valiant sons,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="225" ed="F1"/></l><l>Knighted in field, slain manfully in arms,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="226" ed="F1"/></l><l>In right and service of their noble country:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="227" ed="F1"/></l><l>Give me a staff of honour for mine age,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="228" ed="F1"/></l><l>But not a sceptre to control the world:
<lb n="200" ed="G"/><lb n="229" ed="F1"/></l><l>Upright he held it, lords, that held it last.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="230" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>Titus, thou shalt obtain and ask the empery.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="231" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-22"><speaker>Sat.</speaker><l>Proud and ambitious tribune, canst thou tell?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="232" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l part="I">Patience, Prince Saturninus.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="233" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-22"><speaker>Sat.</speaker><l part="F">Romans, do me right:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="234" ed="F1"/></l><l>Patricians, draw your swords, and sheathe them not
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="235" ed="F1"/></l><l>Till Saturninus be Rome's emperor.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="236" ed="F1"/></l><l>Andronicus, would thou wert shipped to hell,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="237" ed="F1"/></l><l>Rather than rob me of the people's hearts!

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="238" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>Proud Saturnine, interrupter of the good
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="239" ed="F1"/></l><l>That noble-minded Titus means to thee!

<lb n="210" ed="G"/><lb n="240" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Content thee, prince; I will restore to thee
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="241" ed="F1"/></l><l>The people's hearts, and wean them from themselves.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="242" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-4"><speaker>Bas.</speaker><l>Andronicus, I do not flatter thee,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="243" ed="F1"/></l><l>But honour thee, and will do till I die:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="244" ed="F1"/></l><l>My faction if thou strengthen with thy friends,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="245" ed="F1"/></l><l>I will most thankful be; and thanks to men
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="246" ed="F1"/></l><l>Of noble minds is honourable meed.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="247" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>People of Rome, and people's tribunes here,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="248" ed="F1"/></l><l>I ask your voices and your suffrages:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="249" ed="F1"/></l><l>Will you bestow them friendly on Andronicus?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="250" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-26"><speaker>Tribunes.</speaker><l>To gratify the good Andronicus,
<lb n="221" ed="G"/><lb n="251" ed="F1"/></l><l>And gratulate his safe return to Rome,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="252" ed="F1"/></l><l>The people will accept whom he admits.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="253" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Tribunes, I thank you: and this suit I make,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="254" ed="F1"/></l><l>That you create your emperor's eldest son,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="255" ed="F1"/></l><l>Lord Saturnine; whose virtues will, I hope,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="256" ed="F1"/></l><l>Reflect on Rome as Titan's rays on earth,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="257" ed="F1"/></l><l>And ripen justice in this commonweal:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="258" ed="F1"/></l><l>Then, if you will elect by my advice,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="259" ed="F1"/></l><l>Crown him, and say 'Long live our emperor!'

<lb n="230" ed="G"/><lb n="260" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>With voices and applause of every sort,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="261" ed="F1"/></l><l>Patricians and plebeians, we create
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="262" ed="F1"/></l><l>Lord Saturninus Rome's great emperor,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="263" ed="F1"/></l><l>And say 'Long live our Emperor, Saturnine!'
<lb n="264" ed="F1"/><stage>A long flourish till they come down.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="265" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-22"><speaker>Sat.</speaker><l>Titus Andronicus, for thy favours done
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="266" ed="F1"/></l><l>To us in our election this day,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="267" ed="F1"/></l><l>I give thee thanks in part of thy deserts,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="268" ed="F1"/></l><l>And will with deeds requite thy gentleness:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="269" ed="F1"/></l><l>And, for an onset, Titus, to advance
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="270" ed="F1"/></l><l>Thy name and honourable family,
<lb n="240" ed="G"/><lb n="271" ed="F1"/></l><l>Lavinia will I make my empress,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="272" ed="F1"/></l><l>Rome's royal mistress, mistress of my heart,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="273" ed="F1"/></l><l>And in the sacred Pantheon her espouse:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="274" ed="F1"/></l><l>Tell me, Andronicus, doth this motion please thee ?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="275" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>It doth, my worthy lord; and in this match
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="276" ed="F1"/></l><l>I hold me highly honour'd of your grace:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="277" ed="F1"/></l><l>And here in sight of Rome to Saturnine,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="278" ed="F1"/></l><l>King and commander of our commonweal,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="279" ed="F1"/></l><l>The wide world's emperor, do I consecrate
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="280" ed="F1"/></l><l>My sword, my chariot and my prisoners;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="281" ed="F1"/></l><l>Presents well worthy Rome's imperial lord:
<lb n="251" ed="G"/><lb n="282" ed="F1"/></l><l>Receive them then, the tribute that I owe,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="283" ed="F1"/></l><l>Mine honour's ensigns humbled at thy feet.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="284" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-22"><speaker>Sat.</speaker><l>Thanks, noble Titus, father of my life!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="285" ed="F1"/></l><l>How proud I am of thee and of thy gifts
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="286" ed="F1"/></l><l>Rome shall record, and when I do forget
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="287" ed="F1"/></l><l>The least of these unspeakable deserts,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="288" ed="F1"/></l><l>Romans, forget your fealty to me.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="289" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><stage>To Tamora</stage><l>Now, madam, are you prisoner to an emperor;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="290" ed="F1"/></l><l>To him that, for your honour and your state,
<lb n="260" ed="G"/><lb n="291" ed="F1"/></l><l>Will use you nobly and your followers.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="292" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-22"><speaker>Sat.</speaker><l>A goodly lady, trust me; of the hue
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="293" ed="F1"/></l><l>That I would choose, were I to choose anew.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="294" ed="F1"/></l><l>Clear up, fair queen, that cloudy countenance:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="295" ed="F1"/></l><l>Though chance of war <lb n="296" ed="F1"/>hath wrought this change of cheer,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="297" ed="F1"/></l><l>Thou comest not to be made a scorn in Rome:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="298" ed="F1"/></l><l>Princely shall be thy usage every way.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="299" ed="F1"/></l><l>Rest on my word, and let not discontent
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="300" ed="F1"/></l><l>Daunt all your hopes: madam, he comforts you
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="301" ed="F1"/></l><l>Can make you greater than the Queen of Goths.
<lb n="270" ed="G"/><lb n="302" ed="F1"/></l><l>Lavinia, you are not displeased with this?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="303" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-12"><speaker>Lav.</speaker><l>Not I, my lord; sith true nobility
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="304" ed="F1"/></l><l>Warrants these words in princely courtesy.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="305" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-22"><speaker>Sat.</speaker><l>Thanks, sweet Lavinia. Romans, let us go:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="306" ed="F1"/></l><l>Ransomless here we set our prisoners free:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="307" ed="F1"/></l><l>Proclaim our honours, lords, with trump and drum.
<stage>Flourish. Saturninus courts Tamora in dumb show. </stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="308" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-4"><speaker>Bas.</speaker><l>Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is mine.
<stage>Seizing Lavinia. </stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="309" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>How, sir! are you in earnest then, my lord?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="310" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-4"><speaker>Bas.</speaker><l>Ay, noble Titus; and resolved withal
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="311" ed="F1"/></l><l>To do myself this reason and this right.

<lb n="280" ed="G"/><lb n="312" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>'Suum cuique' is our Roman justice:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="313" ed="F1"/></l><l>This prince in justice seizeth but his own.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="314" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>And that he will, and shall, if Lucius live.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="315" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Traitors, avaunt!   Where is the emperor's guard?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="316" ed="F1"/></l><l>Treason, my lord! Lavinia is surprised!

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="317" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-22"><speaker>Sat.</speaker><l part="I">Surprised! by whom?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="318" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-4"><speaker>Bas.</speaker><l part="F">By him that justly may
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="319" ed="F1"/></l><l>Bear his betroth'd from all the world away.
<stage>Exeunt Bassianus and Marcus with Lavinia.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="320" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-18"><speaker>Mut.</speaker><l>Brothers, help to convey her hence away,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="321" ed="F1"/></l><l>And with my sword I 'll keep this door safe.
<stage>Exeunt Lucius, Quintus, and Martius.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="322" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Follow, my lord, and I'll soon bring her back.

<lb n="289" ed="G"/><lb n="323" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-18"><speaker>Mut.</speaker><l part="I">My lord, you pass not here.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="324" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l part="F">What, villain boy!
<lb ed="G"/></l><l part="I">Barr'st me my way in Rome?
<stage>Stabbing Mutius.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="325" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-18"><speaker>Mut.</speaker><l part="F">Help, Lucius. help!
<stage>Dies.</stage>
<stage>During the fray, Saturninus, Tamora, Demetrius, Chiron and Aaron go out and re-enter, above. </stage>
<stage type="entrance">Re-enter Lucius.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="326" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>My lord, you are unjust, and, more than so,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="327" ed="F1"/></l><l>In wrongful quarrel you have slain your son.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="328" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Nor thou, nor he, are any sons of mine;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="329" ed="F1"/></l><l>My sons would never so dishonour me:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="330" ed="F1"/></l><l>Traitor, restore Lavinia to the emperor.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="331" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>Dead, if you will; but not to be his wife,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="332" ed="F1"/></l><l>That is another's lawful promised love.
<stage type="exit">Exit.</stage>
<lb n="333" ed="F1"/><lb n="334" ed="F1"/>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="335" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-22"><speaker>Sat.</speaker><l>No, Titus, no; the emperor needs her not,
<lb n="300" ed="G"/><lb n="336" ed="F1"/></l><l>Nor her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="337" ed="F1"/></l><l>I'll trust, by leisure, him that mocks me once;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="338" ed="F1"/></l><l>Thee never, nor thy traitorous haughty sons,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="339" ed="F1"/></l><l>Confederates all thus to dishonour me.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="340" ed="F1"/></l><l>Was there none else in Rome to make a stale,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="341" ed="F1"/></l><l>But Saturnine? Full well, Andronicus,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="342" ed="F1"/></l><l>Agree these deeds with that proud brag of thine,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="343" ed="F1"/></l><l>That said'st I begg'd the empire at thy hands.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="344" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>O monstrous! what reproachful words are these?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="345" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-22"><speaker>Sat.</speaker><l>But go thy ways; go, give that changing piece
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="346" ed="F1"/></l><l>To him that flourish'd for her with his sword:
<lb n="311" ed="G"/><lb n="347" ed="F1"/></l><l>A valiant son-in-law thou shalt enjoy;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="348" ed="F1"/></l><l>One fit to bandy with thy lawless sons,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="349" ed="F1"/></l><l>To ruffle in the commonwealth of Rome.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="350" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>These words are razors to my wounded heart.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="351" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-22"><speaker>Sat.</speaker><l>And therefore, lovely Tamora, queen of Goths,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="352" ed="F1"/></l><l>That like the stately Phoebe 'mongst her nymphs
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="353" ed="F1"/></l><l>Dost overshine the gallant'st dames of Rome,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="354" ed="F1"/></l><l>If thou be pleased with this my sudden choice,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="355" ed="F1"/></l><l>Behold, I choose thee, Tamora, for my bride,
<lb n="320" ed="G"/><lb n="356" ed="F1"/></l><l>And will create thee empress of Rome,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="357" ed="F1"/></l><l>Speak, Queen of Goths, dost thou applaud my choice?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="358" ed="F1"/></l><l>And here I swear by all the Roman gods,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="359" ed="F1"/></l><l>Sith priest and holy water are so near
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="360" ed="F1"/></l><l>And tapers burn so bright and every thing
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="361" ed="F1"/></l><l>In readiness for Hymenaeus stand,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="362" ed="F1"/></l><l>I will not re-salute the streets of Rome,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="363" ed="F1"/></l><l>Or climb my palace, till from forth this place
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="364" ed="F1"/></l><l>I lead espoused my bride along with me.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="365" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-24"><speaker>Tam.</speaker><l>And here, in sight of heaven, to Rome I swear,
<lb n="330" ed="G"/><lb n="366" ed="F1"/></l><l>If Saturnine advance the Queen of Goths,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="367" ed="F1"/></l><l>She will a handmaid be to his desires,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="368" ed="F1"/></l><l>A loving nurse, a mother to his youth.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="369" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-22"><speaker>Sat.</speaker><l>Ascend, fair queen, <lb n="370" ed="F1"/>Pantheon. Lords, accompany
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="371" ed="F1"/></l><l>Your noble emperor and his lovely bride,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="372" ed="F1"/></l><l>Sent by the heavens for Prince Saturnine,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="373" ed="F1"/></l><l>Whose wisdom hath her fortune conquered:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="374" ed="F1"/></l><l>There shall we consummate our spousal rites.
<lb n="375" ed="F1"/><stage type="exit">Exeunt all but Titus.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="376" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>I am not bid to wait upon this bride.
<lb n="339" ed="G"/><lb n="377" ed="F1"/></l><l>Titus, when wert thou wont to walk alone,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="378" ed="F1"/></l><l part="I">Dishonour'd thus, and challenged of wrongs?
<lb n="379" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Re-enter MARCUS, Lucius, QUINTUS, and MARTIUS.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="380" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>O Titus, see, O, see what thou hast done!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="381" ed="F1"/></l><l>In a bad quarrel slain a virtuous son.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="382" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>No, foolish tribune, no; no son of mine,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="383" ed="F1"/></l><l>Nor thou, nor these, confederates in the deed
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="384" ed="F1"/></l><l>That hath dishonour'd all our family;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="385" ed="F1"/></l><l>Unworthy brother, and unworthy sons!

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="386" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>But let us give him burial, as becomes;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="387" ed="F1"/></l><l>Give Mutius burial with our brethren.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="388" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Traitors, away! he rests not in this tomb:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="389" ed="F1"/></l><l>This monument five hundred years hath stood.
<lb n="351" ed="G"/><lb n="390" ed="F1"/></l><l>Which I have sumptuously re-edified:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="391" ed="F1"/></l><l>Here none but soldiers and Rome's servitors
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="392" ed="F1"/></l><l>Repose in fame; none basely slain in brawls:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="393" ed="F1"/></l><l>Bury him where you can; he comes not here.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="394" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>My lord, this is impiety in you:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="395" ed="F1"/></l><l>My nephew Mutius' deeds do plead for him;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="396" ed="F1"/></l><l>He must be buried with his brethren.
<lb n="397" ed="F1"/>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="398" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-21 tit-16"><speaker>Quin. and Mart.</speaker><l>And shall, or him we will accompany.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="399" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>'And shall!' what villain was it spake that word?
<lb n="400" ed="F1"/>

<lb n="360" ed="G"/><lb n="401" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-21"><speaker>Quin.</speaker><l>He that would vouch it in any place but here.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="402" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>What, would you bury him in my despite?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="403" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>No, noble Titus, but entreat of thee
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="404" ed="F1"/></l><l>To pardon Mutius and to bury him.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="405" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Marcus, even thou hast struck upon my crest,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="406" ed="F1"/></l><l>And, with these boys, mine honour thou hast wounded:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="407" ed="F1"/></l><l>My foes I do repute you every one;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="408" ed="F1"/></l><l>So, trouble me no more, but get you gone.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="409" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-16"><speaker>Mart.</speaker><l>He is not with himself; let us withdraw.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="410" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-21"><speaker>Quin.</speaker><l>Not I, till Mutius' bones be buried.
<lb n="411" ed="F1"/><stage>Marcus and the Sons of Titus kneel.</stage>

<lb n="370" ed="G"/><lb n="412" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>Brother, for in that name doth nature plead,&mdash;

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="413" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-21"><speaker>Quin.</speaker><l>Father, and in that name doth nature speak,&mdash;

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="414" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Speak thou no more, if all the rest will speed.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="415" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>Renowned Titus, more than half my soul,&mdash;

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="416" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>Dear father, soul and substance of us all,&mdash;

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="417" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>Suffer thy brother Marcus to inter
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="418" ed="F1"/></l><l>His noble nephew here in virtue's nest,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="419" ed="F1"/></l><l>That died in honour and Lavinia's cause.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="420" ed="F1"/></l><l>Thou art a Roman; be not barbarous:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="421" ed="F1"/></l><l>The Greeks upon advice did bury Ajax
<lb n="380" ed="G"/><lb n="422" ed="F1"/></l><l>That slew himself; and wise Laertes' son
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="423" ed="F1"/></l><l>Did graciously plead for his funerals:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="424" ed="F1"/></l><l>Let not young Mutius, then, that was thy joy,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="425" ed="F1"/></l><l part="I">Be barr'd his entrance here.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="426" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l part="F">Rise, Marcus, rise.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="427" ed="F1"/></l><l>The dismall'st day is this that e'er I saw,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="428" ed="F1"/></l><l>To be dishonour'd by my sons in Rome!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="429" ed="F1"/></l><l>Well, bury him, and bury me the next.
<lb n="430" ed="F1"/><stage>Mutius is put into the tomb.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="431" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>There lie thy bones, sweet Mutius, with thy friends,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="432" ed="F1"/></l><l>Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomb.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="433" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp><speaker>All.</speaker><stage>Kneeling</stage><lb n="434" ed="F1"/><l>No man shed tears for noble Mutius;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="435" ed="F1"/></l><l>He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause.

<lb n="391" ed="G"/><lb n="436" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>My lord, to step out of these dreary dumps,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="437" ed="F1"/></l><l>How comes it that the subtle Queen of Goths
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="438" ed="F1"/></l><l>Is of a sudden thus advanced in Rome?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="439" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>I know not, Marcus; but I know it is:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="440" ed="F1"/></l><l>Whether by device or no, the heavens can tell:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="441" ed="F1"/></l><l>Is she not then beholding to the man
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="442" ed="F1"/></l><l>That brought her for this high good turn so far?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="443" ed="F1"/></l><l>Yes, and will nobly him remunerate.
<lb n="444" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Flourish. <lb n="445" ed="F1"/>Re-enter, from one side, SATURNINUS attended, TAMORA, DEMETRIUS, CHIRON, and AARON; <lb n="446" ed="F1"/>from the other, BASSIANUS, <lb n="447" ed="F1"/>LAVINIA, and others.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="448" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-22"><speaker>Sat.</speaker><l>So, Bassianus, you have play'd your prize:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="449" ed="F1"/></l><l>God give you joy, sir, of your gallant bride!

<lb n="401" ed="G"/><lb n="450" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-4"><speaker>Bas.</speaker><l>And you of yours, my lord! I say no more,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="451" ed="F1"/></l><l>Nor wish no less; and so, I take my leave.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="452" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-22"><speaker>Sat.</speaker><l>Traitor, if Rome have law or we have power,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="453" ed="F1"/></l><l>Thou and thy faction shall repent this rape.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="454" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-4"><speaker>Bas.</speaker><l>Rape, call you it, my lord, to seize my own,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="455" ed="F1"/></l><l>My true-betrothed love and now my wife?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="456" ed="F1"/></l><l>But let the laws of Rome determine all;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="457" ed="F1"/></l><l>Meanwhile I am possess'd of that is mine.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="458" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-22"><speaker>Sat.</speaker><l>'Tis good, sir: you are very short with us;
<lb n="410" ed="G"/><lb n="459" ed="F1"/></l><l>But, if we live, we'll be as sharp with you.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="460" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-4"><speaker>Bas.</speaker><l>My lord, what I have done, as best I may,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="461" ed="F1"/></l><l>Answer I must and shall do with my life.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="462" ed="F1"/></l><l>Only this much I give your grace to know:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="463" ed="F1"/></l><l>By all the duties that I owe to Rome,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="464" ed="F1"/></l><l>This noble gentleman, Lord Titus here,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="465" ed="F1"/></l><l>Is in opinion and in honour wrong'd;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="466" ed="F1"/></l><l>That in the rescue of Lavinia
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="467" ed="F1"/></l><l>With his own hand did slay his youngest son,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="468" ed="F1"/></l><l>In zeal to you and highly moved to wrath
<lb n="420" ed="G"/><lb n="469" ed="F1"/></l><l>To be controll'd in that he frankly gave:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="470" ed="F1"/></l><l>Receive him, then, to favour, Saturnine,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="471" ed="F1"/></l><l>That hath expressed himself in all his deeds
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="472" ed="F1"/></l><l>A father and a friend to thee and Rome.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="473" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Prince Bassianus, leave to plead my deeds:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="474" ed="F1"/></l><l>'Tis thou and those that have dishonour'd me.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="475" ed="F1"/></l><l>Rome and the righteous heavens be my judge,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="476" ed="F1"/></l><l>How I have loved and honour'd Saturnine!

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="477" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-24"><speaker>Tam.</speaker><l>My worthy lord, if ever Tamora
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="478" ed="F1"/></l><l>Were gracious in those princely eyes of thine,
<lb n="430" ed="G"/><lb n="479" ed="F1"/></l><l>Then hear me speak indifferently for all;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="480" ed="F1"/></l><l>And at my suit, sweet, pardon what is past.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="481" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-22"><speaker>Sat.</speaker><l>What, madam! be dishonour'd openly,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="482" ed="F1"/></l><l>And basely put it up without revenge?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="483" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-24"><speaker>Tam.</speaker><l>Not so, my lord; <lb n="484" ed="F1"/>the gods of Rome forfend
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="485" ed="F1"/></l><l>I should be author to dishonour you!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="486" ed="F1"/></l><l>But on mine honour dare I undertake
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="487" ed="F1"/></l><l>For good Lord Titus' innocence in all;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="488" ed="F1"/></l><l>Whose fury not dissembled speaks his griefs:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="489" ed="F1"/></l><l>Then, at my suit, look graciously on him;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="490" ed="F1"/></l><l>Lose not so noble a friend on vain suppose,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="491" ed="F1"/></l><l>Nor with sour looks afflict his gentle heart.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="492" ed="F1"/><stage>Aside to Sat.</stage></l><l>My lord, be ruled by me, be won at last;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="493" ed="F1"/></l><l>Dissemble all your griefs and discontents:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="494" ed="F1"/></l><l>You are but newly planted in your throne;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="495" ed="F1"/></l><l>Lest, then, the people, and patricians too,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="496" ed="F1"/></l><l>Upon a just survey, take Titus' part,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="497" ed="F1"/></l><l>And so supplant you for ingratitude,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="498" ed="F1"/></l><l>Which Rome reputes to be a heinous sin,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="499" ed="F1"/></l><l>Yield at entreats; and then let me alone:
<lb n="450" ed="G"/><lb n="500" ed="F1"/></l><l>I'll find a day to massacre them all
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="501" ed="F1"/></l><l>And raze their faction and their family,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="502" ed="F1"/></l><l>The cruel father and his traitorous sons,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="503" ed="F1"/></l><l>To whom I sued for my dear son's life,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="504" ed="F1"/></l><l>And make them know what 'tis to let a queen
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="505" ed="F1"/></l><l>Kneel in the streets and beg for grace in vain.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="506" ed="F1"/><stage>Aloud</stage></l><l>Come, come, sweet emperor; come, Andronicus;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="507" ed="F1"/></l><l>Take up this good old man, and cheer the heart
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="508" ed="F1"/></l><l>That dies in tempest of thy angry frown.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="509" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-22"><speaker>Sat.</speaker><l>Rise, Titus, rise; <lb n="510" ed="F1"/>my empress hath prevail'd.

<lb n="460" ed="G"/><lb n="511" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>I thank your majesty, <lb n="512" ed="F1"/>and her, my lord:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="513" ed="F1"/></l><l>These words, these looks, <lb n="514" ed="F1"/>infuse new life in me.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="515" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-24"><speaker>Tam.</speaker><l>Titus, I am incorporate in Rome,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="516" ed="F1"/></l><l>A Roman now adopted happily,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="517" ed="F1"/></l><l>And must advise the emperor for his good.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="518" ed="F1"/></l><l>This day all quarrels die, Andronicus;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="519" ed="F1"/></l><l>And let it be mine honour, good my lord,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="520" ed="F1"/></l><l>That I have reconciled your friends and you.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="521" ed="F1"/></l><l>For you, Prince Bassianus, I have pass'd
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="522" ed="F1"/></l><l>My word and promise to the emperor,
<lb n="470" ed="G"/><lb n="523" ed="F1"/></l><l>That you will be more mild and tractable.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="524" ed="F1"/></l><l>And fear not, lords, <lb n="525" ed="F1"/>and you, Lavinia;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="526" ed="F1"/></l><l>By my advice, all humbled on your knees,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="527" ed="F1"/></l><l>You shall ask pardon of his majesty.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="528" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>We do, <lb n="529" ed="F1"/>and vow to heaven and to his highness,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="530" ed="F1"/></l><l>That what we did was mildly as we might,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="531" ed="F1"/></l><l>Tendering our sister's honour and our own.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="532" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>That, on mine honour, here I do protest.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="533" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-22"><speaker>Sat.</speaker><l>Away, and talk not; trouble us no more.

<lb n="479" ed="G"/><lb n="534" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-24"><speaker>Tam.</speaker><l>Nay, nay, <lb n="535" ed="F1"/>sweet emperor, we must all be friends:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="536" ed="F1"/></l><l>The tribune and his nephews kneel for grace;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="537" ed="F1"/></l><l>I will not be denied: sweet heart, look back.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="538" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-22"><speaker>Sat.</speaker><l>Marcus, <lb n="539" ed="F1"/>for thy sake and thy brother's here,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="540" ed="F1"/></l><l>And at my lovely Tamora's entreats,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="541" ed="F1"/></l><l>I do remit these young men's heinous faults:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="542" ed="F1"/></l><l>Stand up.
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>Lavinia, though you left me like a churl,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="543" ed="F1"/></l><l>I found a friend, and sure as death I swore
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="544" ed="F1"/></l><l>I would not part a bachelor from the priest.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="545" ed="F1"/></l><l>Come, if the emperor's court can feast two brides,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="546" ed="F1"/></l><l>You are my guest, Lavinia, and your friends.
<lb n="491" ed="G"/><lb n="547" ed="F1"/></l><l>This day shall be a love-day, Tamora.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="548" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>To-morrow, an it please your majesty
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="549" ed="F1"/></l><l>To hunt the panther and the hart with me,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="550" ed="F1"/></l><l>With horn and hound <lb n="551" ed="F1"/>we'll give your grace bonjour.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="552" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-22"><speaker>Sat.</speaker><l>Be it so, Titus, and gramercy too.
<stage>Flourish. Exeunt.</stage></l></sp>
</div2>
</div1>

  <div1 n="2" type="act">
  <head>ACT II</head><lb n="553" ed="F1"/>
<div2 n="1" type="scene">
<head>SCENE I</head>
<stage type="setting"> Rome. Before the palace. </stage>
<lb n="554" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Enter AARON.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="555" ed="F1"/><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l>Now climbeth Tamora Olympus' top,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="556" ed="F1"/></l><l>Safe out of fortune's shot; and sits aloft,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="557" ed="F1"/></l><l>Secure of thunder's crack or lightning flash;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="558" ed="F1"/></l><l>Advanced above pale envy's threatening reach.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="559" ed="F1"/></l><l>As when the golden sun salutes the morn,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="560" ed="F1"/></l><l>And, having gilt the ocean with his beams,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="561" ed="F1"/></l><l>Gallops the zodiac in his glistering coach,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="562" ed="F1"/></l><l>And overlooks the highest-peering hills;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="563" ed="F1"/></l><l>So Tamora:
<lb n="10" ed="G"/><lb n="564" ed="F1"/></l><l>Upon her wit doth earthly honour wait,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="565" ed="F1"/></l><l>And virtue stoops and trembles at her frown.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="566" ed="F1"/></l><l>Then, Aaron, arm thy heart, and fit thy thoughts,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="567" ed="F1"/></l><l>To mount aloft with thy imperial mistress,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="568" ed="F1"/></l><l>And mount her pitch, whom thou in triumph long
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="569" ed="F1"/></l><l>Hast prisoner held, fetter'd in amorous chains
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="570" ed="F1"/></l><l>And faster bound to Aaron's charming eyes
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="571" ed="F1"/></l><l>Than is Prometheus tied to Caucasus.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="572" ed="F1"/></l><l>Away with slavish weeds and servile thoughts!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="573" ed="F1"/></l><l>I will be bright, and shine in pearl and gold.
<lb n="20" ed="G"/><lb n="574" ed="F1"/></l><l>To wait upon this new-made empress.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="575" ed="F1"/></l><l>To wait, said I? to wanton with this queen,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="576" ed="F1"/></l><l>This goddess, this Semiramis, this nymph,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="577" ed="F1"/></l><l>This siren, that will charm Rome's Saturnine,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="578" ed="F1"/></l><l>And see his shipwreck and his commonweal's.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="579" ed="F1"/></l><l>Holloa! what storm is this?
<lb n="580" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Enter DEMETRIUS and CHIRON, braving.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="581" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-10"><speaker>Dem.</speaker><l>Chiron, thy years want wit, thy wit wants edge,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="582" ed="F1"/></l><l>And manners, to intrude where I am graced;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="583" ed="F1"/></l><l>And may, for aught thou know'st, affected be.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="584" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-8"><speaker>Chi.</speaker><l>Demetrius, thou dost over-ween in all;
<lb n="30" ed="G"/><lb n="585" ed="F1"/></l><l>And so in this, to bear me down with braves.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="586" ed="F1"/></l><l>'Tis not the difference of a year or two
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="587" ed="F1"/></l><l>Makes me less gracious or thee more fortunate:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="588" ed="F1"/></l><l>I am as able and as fit as thou
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="589" ed="F1"/></l><l>To serve, and to deserve my mistress' grace;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="590" ed="F1"/></l><l>And that my sword upon thee shall approve,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="591" ed="F1"/></l><l>And plead my passion for Lavinia's love.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="592" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><stage>Aside</stage><l>Clubs, clubs! these lovers will not keep the peace.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="593" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-10"><speaker>Dem.</speaker><l>Why, boy, although our mother, unadvised,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="594" ed="F1"/></l><l>Gave you a dancing rapier by your side,
<lb n="40" ed="G"/><lb n="595" ed="F1"/></l><l>Are you so desperate grown, to threat your friends ?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="596" ed="F1"/></l><l>Go to; have your lath glued within your sheath
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="597" ed="F1"/></l><l>Till you know better how to handle it.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="598" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-8"><speaker>Chi.</speaker><l>Meanwhile, sir, with the little skill I have,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="599" ed="F1"/></l><l>Full well shalt thou perceive how much I dare.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="600" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-10"><speaker>Dem.</speaker><l part="I">Ay, boy, grow ye so brave?
<stage>They draw.</stage>

<lb n="601" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><stage>Coming forward</stage><l part="F">Why, how now, lords!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="602" ed="F1"/></l><l>So near the emperor's palace dare you draw,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="603" ed="F1"/></l><l>And maintain such a quarrel openly?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="604" ed="F1"/></l><l>Full well I wot the ground of all this grudge:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="605" ed="F1"/></l><l>I would not for a million of gold
<lb n="50" ed="G"/><lb n="606" ed="F1"/></l><l>The cause were known to them it most concerns;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="607" ed="F1"/></l><l>Nor would your noble mother for much more
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="608" ed="F1"/></l><l>Be so dishonour'd in the court of Rome.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="609" ed="F1"/></l><l part="I">For shame, put up.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="610" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-10"><speaker>Dem.</speaker><l part="F">Not I, till I have sheathed
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="611" ed="F1"/></l><l>My rapier in his bosom and withal
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="612" ed="F1"/></l><l>Thrust these reproachful speeches down his throat
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="613" ed="F1"/></l><l>That he hath breathed in my dishonour here.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="614" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-8"><speaker>Chi.</speaker><l>For that I am prepared and full resolved.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="615" ed="F1"/></l><l>Foul-spoken coward, <lb n="616" ed="F1"/>that thunder'st with thy tongue,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="617" ed="F1"/></l><l>And with thy weapon nothing darest perform!

<lb n="60" ed="G"/><lb n="618" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l>Away, I say!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="619" ed="F1"/></l><l>Now, by the gods that warlike Goths adore,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="620" ed="F1"/></l><l>This petty brabble will undo us all.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="621" ed="F1"/></l><l>Why, lords, and think you not how dangerous
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="622" ed="F1"/></l><l>It is to jet upon a prince's right?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="623" ed="F1"/></l><l>What, is Lavinia then become so loose,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="624" ed="F1"/></l><l>Or Bassianus so degenerate,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="625" ed="F1"/></l><l>That for her love such quarrels may be broach'd
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="626" ed="F1"/></l><l>Without controlment, justice, or revenge?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="627" ed="F1"/></l><l>Young lords, beware! and should the empress know
<lb n="70" ed="G"/><lb n="628" ed="F1"/></l><l>This discord's ground, the music would not please.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="629" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-8"><speaker>Chi.</speaker><l>I care not, I, knew she and all the world:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="630" ed="F1"/></l><l>I love Lavinia more than all the world.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="631" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-10"><speaker>Dem.</speaker><l>Youngling, <lb n="632" ed="F1"/>learn thou to make some meaner choice:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="633" ed="F1"/></l><l>Lavinia is thine elder brother's hope.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="634" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l>Why, are ye mad? or know ye not, in Rome
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="635" ed="F1"/></l><l>How furious and impatient they be,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="636" ed="F1"/></l><l>And cannot brook competitors in love?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="637" ed="F1"/></l><l>I tell you, lords, you do but plot your deaths
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="638" ed="F1"/></l><l part="I">By this device.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="639" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-8"><speaker>Chi.</speaker><l part="F">Aaron, a thousand deaths
<lb n="80" ed="G"/></l><l>Would I propose <lb n="640" ed="F1"/>to achieve her whom I love.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="641" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l part="I">To achieve her! how?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="642" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-10"><speaker>Dem.</speaker><l part="F">Why makest thou it so strange?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="643" ed="F1"/></l><l>She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="644" ed="F1"/></l><l>She is a woman, therefore may be won;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="645" ed="F1"/></l><l>She is Lavinia, therefore must be loved.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="646" ed="F1"/></l><l>What, man! more water glideth by the mill
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="647" ed="F1"/></l><l>Than wots the miller of; and easy it is
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="648" ed="F1"/></l><l>Of a cut loaf to steal a shive, we know:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="649" ed="F1"/></l><l>Though Bassianus be the emperor's brother.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="650" ed="F1"/></l><l>Better than he have worn Vulcan's badge.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="651" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><stage>Aside</stage><l>Ay, and as good as Saturninus may.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="652" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-10"><speaker>Dem.</speaker><l>Then why should he despair that knows to court it
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="653" ed="F1"/></l><l>With words, fair looks and liberality?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="654" ed="F1"/></l><l>What, hast not thou full often struck a doe,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="655" ed="F1"/></l><l>And borne her cleanly by the keeper's nose?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="656" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l>Why, then, it seems, some certain snatch or so
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="657" ed="F1"/></l><l part="I">Would serve your turns.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="658" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-8"><speaker>Chi.</speaker><l part="F">Ay, so the turn were served.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="659" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-10"><speaker>Dem.</speaker><l part="I">Aaron, thou hast hit it.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="660" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l part="F">Would you had hit it too!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="661" ed="F1"/></l><l>Then should not we be tired with this ado.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="662" ed="F1"/></l><l>Why, hark ye, hark ye! and are you such fools
<lb n="100" ed="G"/><lb n="663" ed="F1"/></l><l>To square for this? would it offend you, then,
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>That both should speed?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="664" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-8"><speaker>Chi.</speaker><l part="I">Faith, not me.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="665" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-10"><speaker>Dem.</speaker><l part="F">Nor me, so I were one.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="666" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l>For shame, be friends, and join for that you jar:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="667" ed="F1"/></l><l>'Tis policy and stratagem must do
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="668" ed="F1"/></l><l>That you affect; and so you must resolve,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="669" ed="F1"/></l><l>That what you cannot as you would achieve,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="670" ed="F1"/></l><l>You must perforce accomplish as you may.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="671" ed="F1"/></l><l>Take this of me: Lucrece was not more chaste
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="672" ed="F1"/></l><l>Than this Lavinia, Bassianus' love.
<lb n="110" ed="G"/><lb n="673" ed="F1"/></l><l>A speedier course than lingering languishment
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="674" ed="F1"/></l><l>Must we pursue, and I have found the path.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="675" ed="F1"/></l><l>My lords, a solemn hunting is in hand;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="676" ed="F1"/></l><l>There will the lovely Roman ladies troop:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="677" ed="F1"/></l><l>The forest walks are wide and spacious;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="678" ed="F1"/></l><l>And many unfrequented plots there are
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="679" ed="F1"/></l><l>Fitted by kind for rape and villany:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="680" ed="F1"/></l><l>Single you thither then this dainty doe,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="681" ed="F1"/></l><l>And strike her home by force, if not by words:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="682" ed="F1"/></l><l>This way, or not at all, stand you in hope.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="683" ed="F1"/></l><l>Come, come, our empress, with her sacred wit
<lb n="121" ed="G"/><lb n="684" ed="F1"/></l><l>To villany and vengeance consecrate,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="685" ed="F1"/></l><l>Will we acquaint with all that we intend;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="686" ed="F1"/></l><l>And she shall file our engines with advice,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="687" ed="F1"/></l><l>That will not suffer you to square yourselves,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="688" ed="F1"/></l><l>But to your wishes' height advance you both.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="689" ed="F1"/></l><l>The emperor's court is like the house of Fame,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="690" ed="F1"/></l><l>The palace full of tongues, of eyes, of ears:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="691" ed="F1"/></l><l>The woods are ruthless, dreadful, deaf, and dull;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="692" ed="F1"/></l><l>There speak, and strike, brave boys, and take your turns;
<lb n="130" ed="G"/><lb n="693" ed="F1"/></l><l>There serve your lusts, shadow'd from heaven's eye,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="694" ed="F1"/></l><l>And revel in Lavinia's treasury.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="695" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-8"><speaker>Chi.</speaker><l>Thy counsel, lad, smells of no cowardice,

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="696" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-10"><speaker>Dem.</speaker><l>Sit fas aut nefas, till I find the stream
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="697" ed="F1"/></l><l>To cool this heat, a charm to calm these fits,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="698" ed="F1"/></l><l>Per Styga, per manes vehor.
<stage>Exeunt.</stage></l></sp>
</div2>
<div2 n="2" type="scene">
<head>SCENE II</head>
<stage type="setting"> A forest near Rome. Horns and cry of hounds heard. </stage>
<lb n="699" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Enter TITUS ANDRONICUS, <lb n="700" ed="F1"/>with Hunters, etc., MARCUS, LUCIUS, QUINTUS, and MARTIUS.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="701" ed="F1"/><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>The hunt is up, the morn is bright and grey,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="702" ed="F1"/></l><l>The fields are fragrant and the woods are green:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="703" ed="F1"/></l><l>Uncouple here and let us make a bay
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="704" ed="F1"/></l><l>And wake the emperor and his lovely bride
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="705" ed="F1"/></l><l>And rouse the prince and ring a hunter's peal,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="706" ed="F1"/></l><l>That all the court may echo with the noise.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="707" ed="F1"/></l><l>Sons, let it be your charge, as it is ours,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="708" ed="F1"/></l><l>To attend the emperor's person carefully:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="709" ed="F1"/></l><l>I have been troubled in my sleep this night,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="710" ed="F1"/></l><l>But dawning day new comfort hath inspired.
<lb n="711" ed="F1"/><stage>A cry of hounds, and horns winded in a peal.</stage>
<lb n="712" ed="F1"/>
<lb n="713" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Enter SATURNINUS, TAMORA, BASSIANUS, LAVINIA, DEMETRIUS, CHIRON, <lb n="714" ed="F1"/>and Attendants.</stage>
<lb n="11" ed="G"/><lb n="715" ed="F1"/></l><l>Many good morrows to your majesty;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="716" ed="F1"/></l><l>Madam, to you as many and as good:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="717" ed="F1"/></l><l>I promised your grace a hunter's peal.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="718" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-22"><speaker>Sat.</speaker><l>And you have rung it lustily, my lord;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="719" ed="F1"/></l><l>Somewhat too early for new-married ladies.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="720" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-4"><speaker>Bas.</speaker><l part="I">Lavinia, how say you?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="721" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-12"><speaker>Lav.</speaker><l part="F">I say, no;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="722" ed="F1"/></l><l>I have been broad awake two hours and more.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="723" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-22"><speaker>Sat.</speaker><l>Come on, then; horse and chariots let us have,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="724" ed="F1"/></l><l>And to our sport. <stage>To Tamora</stage>Madam, now shall ye see
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="725" ed="F1"/></l><l part="I">Our Roman hunting.

<lb n="20" ed="G"/><lb n="726" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l part="F">I have dogs, my lord,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="727" ed="F1"/></l><l>Will rouse the proudest panther in the chase,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="728" ed="F1"/></l><l>And climb the highest promontory top.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="729" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>And I have horse will follow where the game
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="730" ed="F1"/></l><l>Makes way, and run like swallows o'er the plain.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="731" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-10"><speaker>Dem.</speaker><l>Chiron, we hunt not, we, with horse nor hound,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="732" ed="F1"/></l><l>But hope to pluck a dainty doe to ground.
<stage>Exeunt.</stage></l></sp>
</div2>
<div2 n="3" type="scene">
<head>SCENE III</head>
<stage type="setting"> A lonely part of the forest.</stage>
<lb n="733" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Enter AARON ,with a bag of gold.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="734" ed="F1"/><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l>He that had wit would think that I had none,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="735" ed="F1"/></l><l>To bury so much gold under a tree,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="736" ed="F1"/></l><l>And never after to inherit it.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="737" ed="F1"/></l><l>Let him that thinks of me so abjectly
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="738" ed="F1"/></l><l>Know that this gold must coin a stratagem,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="739" ed="F1"/></l><l>Which, cunningly effected, will beget
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="740" ed="F1"/></l><l>A very excellent piece of villany:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="741" ed="F1"/></l><l>And so repose, sweet gold, for their unrest
<stage>Hides the gold.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="742" ed="F1"/></l><l>That have their alms out of the empress' chest.
<lb n="743" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Enter TAMORA.</stage>

<lb n="10" ed="G"/><lb n="744" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-24"><speaker>Tam.</speaker><l>My lovely Aaron, <lb n="745" ed="F1"/>wherefore look'st thou sad,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="746" ed="F1"/></l><l>When every thing doth make a gleeful boast?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="747" ed="F1"/></l><l>The birds chant melody on every bush,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="748" ed="F1"/></l><l>The snake lies rolled in the cheerful sun,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="749" ed="F1"/></l><l>The green leaves quiver with the cooling wind
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="750" ed="F1"/></l><l>And make a chequer'd shadow on the ground:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="751" ed="F1"/></l><l>Under their sweet shade, Aaron, let us sit,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="752" ed="F1"/></l><l>And, whilst the babbling echo mocks the hounds,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="753" ed="F1"/></l><l>Replying shrilly to the well-tuned horns,
<lb n="19" ed="G"/><lb n="754" ed="F1"/></l><l>As if a double hunt were heard at once,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="755" ed="F1"/></l><l>Let us sit down and mark their yelping noise;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="756" ed="F1"/></l><l>And, after conflict such as was supposed
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="757" ed="F1"/></l><l>The wandering prince and Dido once enjoy'd,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="758" ed="F1"/></l><l>When with a happy storm they were surprised
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="759" ed="F1"/></l><l>And curtain'd with a counsel-keeping cave,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="760" ed="F1"/></l><l>We may, each wreathed in the other's arms,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="761" ed="F1"/></l><l>Our pastimes done, possess a golden slumber;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="762" ed="F1"/></l><l>Whiles hounds and horns and sweet melodious birds
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="763" ed="F1"/></l><l>Be unto us as is a nurse's song
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="764" ed="F1"/></l><l>Of lullaby to bring her babe asleep.

<lb n="30" ed="G"/><lb n="765" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l>Madam, <lb n="766" ed="F1"/>though Venus govern your desires,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="767" ed="F1"/></l><l>Saturn is dominator over mine:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="768" ed="F1"/></l><l>What signifies my deadly-standing eye,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="769" ed="F1"/></l><l>My silence and my cloudy melancholy,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="770" ed="F1"/></l><l>My fleece of woolly hair that now uncurls
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="771" ed="F1"/></l><l>Even as an adder when she doth unroll
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="772" ed="F1"/></l><l>To do some fatal execution?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="773" ed="F1"/></l><l>No, madam, these are no venereal signs:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="774" ed="F1"/></l><l>Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="775" ed="F1"/></l><l>Blood and revenge are hammering in my head.
<lb n="40" ed="G"/><lb n="776" ed="F1"/></l><l>Hark, Tamora, the empress of my soul,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="777" ed="F1"/></l><l>Which never hopes more heaven than rests in thee,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="778" ed="F1"/></l><l>This is the day of doom for Bassianus:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="779" ed="F1"/></l><l>His Philomel must lose her tongue to-day,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="780" ed="F1"/></l><l>Thy sons make pillage of her chastity
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="781" ed="F1"/></l><l>And wash their hands in Bassianus' blood.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="782" ed="F1"/></l><l>Seest thou this letter? take it up, I pray thee,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="783" ed="F1"/></l><l>And give the king this fatal-plotted scroll.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="784" ed="F1"/></l><l>Now question me no more; we are espied;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="785" ed="F1"/></l><l>Here comes a parcel of our hopeful booty,
<lb n="50" ed="G"/><lb n="786" ed="F1"/></l><l>Which dreads not yet their lives' destruction.
<lb n="787" ed="F1"/>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="788" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-24"><speaker>Tam.</speaker><l>Ah, my sweet Moor, <lb n="789" ed="F1"/>sweeter to me than life!

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="790" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l>No more, great empress; Bassianus comes:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="791" ed="F1"/></l><l>Be cross with him; and I'll go fetch thy sons
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="792" ed="F1"/></l><l>To back thy quarrels, whatsoe'er they be.
<stage type="exit">Exit.</stage>
<stage type="entrance"> Enter BASSIANUS and LAVINIA. </stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="793" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-4"><speaker>Bas.</speaker><l>Who have we here? <lb n="794" ed="F1"/>Rome's royal empress,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="795" ed="F1"/></l><l>Unfurnish'd of her well-beseeming troop?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="796" ed="F1"/></l><l>Or is it Dian, habited like her,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="797" ed="F1"/></l><l>Who hath abandoned her holy groves
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="798" ed="F1"/></l><l>To see the general hunting in this forest?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="799" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-24"><speaker>Tam.</speaker><l>Saucy controller of our private steps!
<lb n="61" ed="G"/><lb n="800" ed="F1"/></l><l>Had I the power that some say Dian had,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="801" ed="F1"/></l><l>Thy temples should be planted presently
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="802" ed="F1"/></l><l>With horns, as was Actaeon's; and the hounds
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="803" ed="F1"/></l><l>Should drive upon thy new-transformed limbs,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="804" ed="F1"/></l><l>Unmannerly intruder as thou art!

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="805" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-12"><speaker>Lav.</speaker><l>Under your patience, gentle empress,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="806" ed="F1"/></l><l>'Tis thought you have a goodly gift in horning;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="807" ed="F1"/></l><l>And to be doubted that your Moor and you
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="808" ed="F1"/></l><l>Are singled forth to try experiments:
<lb n="70" ed="G"/><lb n="809" ed="F1"/></l><l>Jove shield your husband from his hounds to-day!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="810" ed="F1"/></l><l>'Tis pity they should take him for a stag.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="811" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-4"><speaker>Bas.</speaker><l>Believe me, queen, your swarth Cimmerian
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="812" ed="F1"/></l><l>Doth make your honour of his body's hue,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="813" ed="F1"/></l><l>Spotted, detested, and abominable.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="814" ed="F1"/></l><l>Why are you sequester'd from all your train,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="815" ed="F1"/></l><l>Dismounted from your snow-white goodly steed,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="816" ed="F1"/></l><l>And wander'd hither to an obscure plot,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="817" ed="F1"/></l><l>Accompanied but with a barbarous Moor,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="818" ed="F1"/></l><l>If foul desire had not conducted you?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="819" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-12"><speaker>Lav.</speaker><l>And, being intercepted in your sport,
<lb n="81" ed="G"/><lb n="820" ed="F1"/></l><l>Great reason that my noble lord be rated
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="821" ed="F1"/></l><l>For sauciness. I pray you, let us hence,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="822" ed="F1"/></l><l>And let her joy her raven-colour'd love;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="823" ed="F1"/></l><l>This valley fits the purpose passing well.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="824" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-4"><speaker>Bas.</speaker><l>The king my brother shall have note of this.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="825" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-12"><speaker>Lav.</speaker><l>Ay, for these slips have made him noted long:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="826" ed="F1"/></l><l>Good king, to be so mightily abused!

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="827" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-24"><speaker>Tam.</speaker><l>Why have I patience to endure all this?
<lb n="828" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance"> Enter DEMETRIUS and CHIRON. </stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="829" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-10"><speaker>Dem.</speaker><l>How now, dear sovereign, <lb n="830" ed="F1"/>and our gracious mother!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="831" ed="F1"/></l><l>Why doth your highness look so pale and wan?

<lb n="91" ed="G"/><lb n="832" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-24"><speaker>Tam.</speaker><l>Have I not reason, think you, to look pale?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="833" ed="F1"/></l><l>These two have 'ticed me hither to this place:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="834" ed="F1"/></l><l>A barren detested vale, you see it is;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="835" ed="F1"/></l><l>The trees, though summer, yet forlorn and lean,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="836" ed="F1"/></l><l>O'ercome with moss and baleful mistletoe:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="837" ed="F1"/></l><l>Here never shines the sun; here nothing breeds,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="838" ed="F1"/></l><l>Unless the nightly owl or fatal raven:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="839" ed="F1"/></l><l>And when they show'd me this abhorred pit,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="840" ed="F1"/></l><l>They told me, here, at dead time of the night,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="841" ed="F1"/></l><l>A thousand fiends, a thousand hissing snakes,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="842" ed="F1"/></l><l>Ten thousand swelling toads, as many urchins,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="843" ed="F1"/></l><l>Would make such fearful and confused cries
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="844" ed="F1"/></l><l>As any mortal body hearing it
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="845" ed="F1"/></l><l>Should straight fall mad, or else die suddenly.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="846" ed="F1"/></l><l>No sooner had they told this hellish tale,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="847" ed="F1"/></l><l>But straight they told me they would bind me here
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="848" ed="F1"/></l><l>Unto the body of a dismal yew,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="849" ed="F1"/></l><l>And leave me to this miserable death:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="850" ed="F1"/></l><l>And then they call'd me foul adulteress,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="851" ed="F1"/></l><l>Lascivious Goth, and all the bitterest terms
<lb n="111" ed="G"/><lb n="852" ed="F1"/></l><l>That ever ear did hear to such effect:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="853" ed="F1"/></l><l>And, had you not by wondrous fortune come,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="854" ed="F1"/></l><l>This vengeance on me had they executed.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="855" ed="F1"/></l><l>Revenge it, as you love your mother's life,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="856" ed="F1"/></l><l>Or be ye not henceforth call'd my children.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="857" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-10"><speaker>Dem.</speaker><l>This is a witness that I am thy son.
<stage>Stabs Bassianus.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="858" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-8"><speaker>Chi.</speaker><l>And this for me, <lb n="859" ed="F1"/>struck home to show my strength.
<stage>Also stabs Bassianus, who dies.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="860" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-12"><speaker>Lav.</speaker><l>Ay, come, Semiramis, nay, barbarous Tamora,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="861" ed="F1"/></l><l>For no name fits thy nature but thy own!

<lb n="120" ed="G"/><lb n="862" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-24"><speaker>Tam.</speaker><l>Give me thy poniard; you shall know, my boys,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="863" ed="F1"/></l><l>Your mother's hand shall right your mother's wrong.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="864" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-10"><speaker>Dem.</speaker><l>Stay, madam; here is more belongs to her;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="865" ed="F1"/></l><l>First thrash the corn, then after burn the straw:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="866" ed="F1"/></l><l>This minion stood upon her chastity,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="867" ed="F1"/></l><l>Upon her nuptial vow, her loyalty,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="868" ed="F1"/></l><l>And with that painted hope braves your mightiness:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="869" ed="F1"/></l><l>And shall she carry this unto her grave?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="870" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-8"><speaker>Chi.</speaker><l>An if she do, <lb n="871" ed="F1"/>I would I were an eunuch.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="872" ed="F1"/></l><l>Drag hence her husband to some secret hole,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="873" ed="F1"/></l><l>And make his dead trunk pillow to our lust.

<lb n="131" ed="G"/><lb n="874" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-24"><speaker>Tam.</speaker><l>But when ye have the honey ye desire,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="875" ed="F1"/></l><l>Let not the wasp outlive, us both to sting.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="876" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-8"><speaker>Chi.</speaker><l>I warrant you, madam, we will make that sure.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="877" ed="F1"/></l><l>Come, mistress, now perforce we will enjoy
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="878" ed="F1"/></l><l>That nice-preserved honesty of yours.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="879" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-12"><speaker>Lav.</speaker><l>O Tamora! thou bear'st a woman's face,&mdash;

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="880" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-24"><speaker>Tam.</speaker><l>I will not hear her speak; away with her!

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="881" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-12"><speaker>Lav.</speaker><l>Sweet lords, entreat her hear me but a word.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="882" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-10"><speaker>Dem.</speaker><l>Listen, fair madam: let it be your glory
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="883" ed="F1"/></l><l>To see her tears; but be your heart to them
<lb n="141" ed="G"/><lb n="884" ed="F1"/></l><l>As unrelenting flint to drops of rain.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="885" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-12"><speaker>Lav.</speaker><l>When did the tiger's young ones teach the dam?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="886" ed="F1"/></l><l>O, do not learn her wrath; she taught it thee;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="887" ed="F1"/></l><l>The milk thou suck'dst from her did turn to marble;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="888" ed="F1"/></l><l>Even at thy teat thou hadst thy tyranny.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="889" ed="F1"/></l><l>Yet every mother breeds not sons alike:
<stage>To Chiron</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="890" ed="F1"/></l><l>Do thou entreat her show a woman pity.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="891" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-8"><speaker>Chi.</speaker><l>What, <lb n="892" ed="F1"/>wouldst thou have me prove myself a bastard?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="893" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-12"><speaker>Lav.</speaker><l>'Tis true; <lb n="894" ed="F1"/>the raven doth not hatch a lark:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="895" ed="F1"/></l><l>Yet have I heard,&mdash;O, could I find it now!&mdash;
<lb n="151" ed="G"/><lb n="896" ed="F1"/></l><l>The lion moved with pity did endure
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="897" ed="F1"/></l><l>To have his princely paws pared all away:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="898" ed="F1"/></l><l>Some say that ravens foster forlorn children,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="899" ed="F1"/></l><l>The whilst their own birds famish in their nests:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="900" ed="F1"/></l><l>O, be to me, though thy hard heart say no,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="901" ed="F1"/></l><l>Nothing so kind, but something pitiful!

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="902" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-24"><speaker>Tam.</speaker><l>I know not what it means; away with her!

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="903" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-12"><speaker>Lav.</speaker><l>O, let me teach thee! for my father's sake,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="904" ed="F1"/></l><l>That gave thee life, when well he might have slain thee,
<lb n="160" ed="G"/><lb n="905" ed="F1"/></l><l>Be not obdurate, open thy deaf ears.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="906" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-24"><speaker>Tam.</speaker><l>Hadst thou in person ne'er offended me,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="907" ed="F1"/></l><l>Even for his sake am I pitiless.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="908" ed="F1"/></l><l>Remember, boys, I pour'd forth tears in vain,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="909" ed="F1"/></l><l>To save your brother from the sacrifice;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="910" ed="F1"/></l><l>But fierce Andronicus would not relent;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="911" ed="F1"/></l><l>Therefore, away with her, and use her as you will,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="912" ed="F1"/></l><l>The worse to her, the better loved of me.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="913" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-12"><speaker>Lav.</speaker><l>O Tamora, <lb n="914" ed="F1"/>be call'd a gentle queen,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="915" ed="F1"/></l><l>And with thine own hands kill me in this place!
<lb n="170" ed="G"/><lb n="916" ed="F1"/></l><l>For 'tis not life that I have begg'd so long;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="917" ed="F1"/></l><l>Poor I was slain when Bassianus died.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="918" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-24"><speaker>Tam.</speaker><l>What begg'st thou, then? fond woman, let me go.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="919" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-12"><speaker>Lav.</speaker><l>'Tis present death I beg; and one thing more
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="920" ed="F1"/></l><l>That womanhood denies my tongue to tell:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="921" ed="F1"/></l><l>O, keep me from their worse than killing lust,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="922" ed="F1"/></l><l>And tumble me into some loathsome pit,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="923" ed="F1"/></l><l>Where never man's eye may behold my body:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="924" ed="F1"/></l><l>Do this, and be a charitable murderer.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="925" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-24"><speaker>Tam.</speaker><l>So should I rob my sweet sons of their fee:
<lb n="180" ed="G"/><lb n="926" ed="F1"/></l><l>No, let them satisfy their lust on thee.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="927" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-10"><speaker>Dem.</speaker><l>Away! <lb n="928" ed="F1"/>for thou hast stay'd us here too long.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="929" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-12"><speaker>Lav.</speaker><l>No grace? <lb n="930" ed="F1"/>no womanhood? Ah, beastly creature!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="931" ed="F1"/></l><l>The blot and enemy to our general name!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="932" ed="F1"/></l><l>Confusion fall&mdash;

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="933" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-8"><speaker>Chi.</speaker><l>Nay, then I'll stop your mouth. <lb n="934" ed="F1"/>Bring thou her husband:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="935" ed="F1"/></l><l>This is the hole where Aaron bid us hide him.
<stage>Demetrius throws the body of Bassianus into the pit; then exeunt Demetrius and Chiron, dragging off Lavinia.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="936" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-24"><speaker>Tam.</speaker><l>Farewell, my sons: see that you make her sure.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="937" ed="F1"/></l><l>Ne'er let my heart know merry cheer indeed,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="938" ed="F1"/></l><l>Till all the Andronici be made away.
<lb n="190" ed="G"/><lb n="939" ed="F1"/></l><l>Now will I hence to seek my lovely Moor,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="940" ed="F1"/></l><l>And let my spleenful sons this trull deflour.
<stage type="exit">Exit.</stage>
<lb n="941" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Re-enter AARON, with QUINTUS and MARTIUS.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="942" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l>Come on, my lords, the better foot before:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="943" ed="F1"/></l><l>Straight will I bring you to the loathsome pit
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="944" ed="F1"/></l><l>Where I espied the panther fast asleep.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="945" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-21"><speaker>Quin.</speaker><l>My sight is very dull, whate'er it bodes.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="946" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-16"><speaker>Mart.</speaker><l>And mine, I promise you; weren't not for shame,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="947" ed="F1"/></l><l>Well could I leave our sport to sleep awhile.
<stage>Falls into the pit.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="948" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-21"><speaker>Quin.</speaker><l>What, art thou fallen? <lb n="949" ed="F1"/>What subtle hole is this,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="950" ed="F1"/></l><l>Whose mouth is cover'd with rude-growing briers,
<lb n="200" ed="G"/><lb n="951" ed="F1"/></l><l>Upon whose leaves are drops of new-shed blood
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="952" ed="F1"/></l><l>As fresh as morning dew distill'd on flowers?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="953" ed="F1"/></l><l>A very fatal place it seems to me.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="954" ed="F1"/></l><l>Speak, brother, hast thou hurt thee with the fall?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="955" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-16"><speaker>Mart.</speaker><l>O, brother, <lb n="956" ed="F1"/>with the dismall'st object hurt
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="957" ed="F1"/></l><l>That ever eye with sight made heart lament!

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="958" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><stage>Aside</stage><l>Now will I fetch the king to find them here,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="959" ed="F1"/></l><l>That he thereby may give a likely guess
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="960" ed="F1"/></l><l>How these were they that made away his brother.
<lb n="961" ed="F1"/><stage type="exit">Exit. </stage>

<lb n="209" ed="G"/><lb n="962" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-16"><speaker>Mart.</speaker><l>Why dost not comfort me, and help me out
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="963" ed="F1"/></l><l>From this unhallowed and blood-stained hole?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="964" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-21"><speaker>Quin.</speaker><l>I am surprised with an uncouth fear:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="965" ed="F1"/></l><l>A chilling sweat o'er-runs my trembling joints:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="966" ed="F1"/></l><l>My heart suspects more than mine eye can see.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="967" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-16"><speaker>Mart.</speaker><l>To prove thou hast a true-divining heart,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="968" ed="F1"/></l><l>Aaron and thou look down into this den,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="969" ed="F1"/></l><l>And see a fearful sight of blood and death.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="970" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-21"><speaker>Quin.</speaker><l>Aaron is gone, <lb n="971" ed="F1"/>and my compassionate heart
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="972" ed="F1"/></l><l>Will not permit mine eyes once to behold
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="973" ed="F1"/></l><l>The thing whereat it trembles by surmise:
<lb n="220" ed="G"/><lb n="974" ed="F1"/></l><l>O, tell me how it is; for ne'er till now
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="975" ed="F1"/></l><l>Was I a child to fear I know not what.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="976" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-16"><speaker>Mart.</speaker><l>Lord Bassianus lies embrewed here,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="977" ed="F1"/></l><l>All on a heap, like to a slaughtered lamb,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="978" ed="F1"/></l><l>In this detested, dark, blood-drinking pit.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="979" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-21"><speaker>Quin.</speaker><l>If it be dark, how dost thou know 'tis he?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="980" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-16"><speaker>Mart.</speaker><l>Upon his bloody finger he doth wear
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="981" ed="F1"/></l><l>A precious ring, that lightens all the hole,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="982" ed="F1"/></l><l>Which, like a taper in some monument,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="983" ed="F1"/></l><l>Doth shine upon the dead man's earthy cheeks,
<lb n="230" ed="G"/><lb n="984" ed="F1"/></l><l>And shows the ragged entrails of the pit:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="985" ed="F1"/></l><l>So pale did shine the moon on Pyramus
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="986" ed="F1"/></l><l>When he by night lay bathed in maiden blood.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="987" ed="F1"/></l><l>O brother, help me with thy fainting hand&mdash;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="988" ed="F1"/></l><l>If fear hath made thee faint, as me it hath&mdash;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="989" ed="F1"/></l><l>Out of this fell devouring receptacle,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="990" ed="F1"/></l><l>As hateful as Cocytus' misty mouth.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="991" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-21"><speaker>Quin.</speaker><l>Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee out;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="992" ed="F1"/></l><l>Or, wanting strength to do thee so much good,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="993" ed="F1"/></l><l>I may be pluck'd into the swallowing womb
<lb n="240" ed="G"/><lb n="994" ed="F1"/></l><l>Of this deep pit, poor Bassianus' grave.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="995" ed="F1"/></l><l>I have no strength to pluck thee to the brink.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="996" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-16"><speaker>Mart.</speaker><l>Nor I no strength to climb without thy help.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="997" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-21"><speaker>Quin.</speaker><l>Thy hand once more; I will not loose again,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="998" ed="F1"/></l><l>Till thou art here aloft, or I below:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="999" ed="F1"/></l><l>Thou canst not come to me: I come to thee.
<stage>Falls in.</stage>
<lb n="1000" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Enter SATURNINUS with AARON. </stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1001" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-22"><speaker>Sat.</speaker><l>Along with me: I'll see what hole is here,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1002" ed="F1"/></l><l>And what he is that now is leap'd into it.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1003" ed="F1"/></l><l>Say, who art thou that lately didst descend
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1004" ed="F1"/></l><l>Into this gaping hollow of the earth?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1005" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-16"><speaker>Mart.</speaker><l>The unhappy son of old Andronicus;
<lb n="251" ed="G"/><lb n="1006" ed="F1"/></l><l>Brought hither in a most unlucky hour,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1007" ed="F1"/></l><l>To find thy brother Bassianus dead.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1008" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-22"><speaker>Sat.</speaker><l>My brother dead! I know thou dost but jest:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1009" ed="F1"/></l><l>He and his lady both are at the lodge
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1010" ed="F1"/></l><l>Upon the north side of this pleasant chase;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1011" ed="F1"/></l><l>'Tis not an hour since I left him there.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1012" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-16"><speaker>Mart.</speaker><l>We know not where you left him all alive;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1013" ed="F1"/></l><l>But, out, alas! here have we found him dead.
<lb n="1014" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Re-enter TAMORA, with Attendants; TITUS ANDRONICUS, and Lucius.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1015" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-24"><speaker>Tam.</speaker><l>Where is my lord the king?

<lb n="260" ed="G"/><lb n="1016" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-22"><speaker>Sat.</speaker><l>Here, Tamora, though grieved with killing grief.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1017" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-24"><speaker>Tam.</speaker><l>Where is thy brother Bassianus?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1018" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-22"><speaker>Sat.</speaker><l>Now to the bottom dost thou search my wound:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1019" ed="F1"/></l><l>Poor Bassianus here lies murdered.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1020" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-24"><speaker>Tam.</speaker><l>Then all too late I bring this fatal writ,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1021" ed="F1"/></l><l>The complot of this timeless tragedy;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1022" ed="F1"/></l><l>And wonder greatly that man's face can fold
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1023" ed="F1"/></l><l>In pleasing smiles such murderous tyranny.
<lb n="1024" ed="F1"/><stage>She giveth Saturnine a letter.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1025" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-22"><speaker>Sat.</speaker><stage>Reads</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1026" ed="F1"/><l>'An if we miss to meet him handsomely&mdash;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1027" ed="F1"/></l><l>Sweet huntsman, Bassianus 'tis we mean&mdash;
<lb n="270" ed="G"/><lb n="1028" ed="F1"/></l><l>Do thou so much as dig the grave for him:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1029" ed="F1"/></l><l>Thou know'st our meaning. Look for thy reward
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1030" ed="F1"/></l><l>Among the nettles at the elder-tree
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1031" ed="F1"/></l><l>Which overshades the mouth of that same pit
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1032" ed="F1"/></l><l>Where we decreed to bury Bassianus.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1033" ed="F1"/></l><l>Do this, and purchase us thy lasting friends.'
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1034" ed="F1"/></l><l>O Tamora! was ever heard the like?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1035" ed="F1"/></l><l>This is the pit, and this the elder-tree.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1036" ed="F1"/></l><l>Look. sirs, if you can find the huntsman out
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1037" ed="F1"/></l><l>That should have murder'd Bassianus here.

<lb n="280" ed="G"/><lb n="1038" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l>My gracious lord, here is the bag of gold.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1039" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-22"><speaker>Sat.</speaker><stage>To Titus</stage><l>Two of thy whelps, fell curs of bloody kind,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1040" ed="F1"/></l><l>Have here bereft my brother of his life.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1041" ed="F1"/></l><l>Sirs, drag them from the pit unto the prison:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1042" ed="F1"/></l><l>There let them bide until we have devised
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1043" ed="F1"/></l><l>Some never-heard-of torturing pain for them.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1044" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-24"><speaker>Tam.</speaker><l>What, are they in this pit? <lb n="1045" ed="F1"/>O wondrous thing!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1046" ed="F1"/></l><l>How easily murder is discovered!

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1047" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>High emperor, upon my feeble knee
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1048" ed="F1"/></l><l>I beg this boon, with tears not lightly shed,
<lb n="290" ed="G"/><lb n="1049" ed="F1"/></l><l>That this fell fault of my accursed sons,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1050" ed="F1"/></l><l>Accursed, if the fault be proved in them,&mdash;

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1051" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-22"><speaker>Sat.</speaker><l>If it be proved! you see it is apparent.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1052" ed="F1"/></l><l>Who found this letter? Tamora, was it you?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1053" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-24"><speaker>Tam.</speaker><l>Andronicus himself did take it up.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1054" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>I did, my lord: <lb n="1055" ed="F1"/>yet let me be their bail;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1056" ed="F1"/></l><l>For, by my father's reverend tomb, I vow
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1057" ed="F1"/></l><l>They shall be ready at your highness' will
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1058" ed="F1"/></l><l>To answer their suspicion with their lives.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1059" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-22"><speaker>Sat.</speaker><l>Thou shalt not bail them: see thou follow me.
<lb n="300" ed="G"/><lb n="1060" ed="F1"/></l><l>Some bring the murder'd body, some the murderers:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1061" ed="F1"/></l><l>Let them not speak a word; the guilt is plain;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1062" ed="F1"/></l><l>For, by my soul, were there worse end than death,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1063" ed="F1"/></l><l>That end upon them should be executed.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1064" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-24"><speaker>Tam.</speaker><l>Andronicus, I will entreat the king:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1065" ed="F1"/></l><l>Fear not thy sons; they shall do well enough.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1066" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Come, Lucius, come; <lb n="1067" ed="F1"/>stay not to talk with them.
<stage>Exeunt.</stage></l></sp>
</div2>
<div2 n="4" type="scene">
<head>SCENE IV</head>
<stage type="setting"> Another part of the forest. </stage>
<lb n="1068" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Enter DEMETRIUS and CHIRON with LAVINIA, ravished; her hands cut off, and <lb n="1069" ed="F1"/>her tongue cut out.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1070" ed="F1"/><sp who="tit-10"><speaker>Dem.</speaker><l>So, now go tell, an if thy tongue can speak,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1071" ed="F1"/></l><l>Who 'twas that cut thy tongue and ravish'd thee.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1072" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-8"><speaker>Chi.</speaker><l>Write down thy mind, bewray thy meaning so,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1073" ed="F1"/></l><l>An if thy stumps will let thee play the scribe.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1074" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-10"><speaker>Dem.</speaker><l>See, how with signs and tokens she can scrowl.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1075" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-8"><speaker>Chi.</speaker><l>Go home, <lb n="1076" ed="F1"/>call for sweet water, wash thy hands.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1077" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-10"><speaker>Dem.</speaker><l>She hath no tongue to call, nor hands to wash;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1078" ed="F1"/></l><l>And so let's leave her to her silent walks.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1079" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-8"><speaker>Chi.</speaker><l>An 'twere my case, I should go hang myself.

<lb n="10" ed="G"/><lb n="1080" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-10"><speaker>Dem.</speaker><l>If thou hadst hands to help thee knit the cord.
<lb n="1081" ed="F1"/><stage type="exit">Exeunt Demetrius and Chiron. </stage>
<lb n="1082" ed="F1"/>
<lb n="1083" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Enter MARCUS.</stage>

<lb n="11" ed="G"/><lb n="1084" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-26"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>Who is this? my niece, that flies away so fast!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1085" ed="F1"/></l><l>Cousin, a word; where is your husband?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1086" ed="F1"/></l><l>If I do dream, would all my wealth would wake me!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1087" ed="F1"/></l><l>If I do wake, some planet strike me down,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1088" ed="F1"/></l><l>That I may slumber in eternal sleep!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1089" ed="F1"/></l><l>Speak, gentle niece, what stern ungentle hands
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1090" ed="F1"/></l><l>Have lopp'd and hew'd and made thy body bare
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1091" ed="F1"/></l><l>Of her two branches, those sweet ornaments,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1092" ed="F1"/></l><l>Whose circling shadows kings have sought to sleep in,
<lb n="20" ed="G"/><lb n="1093" ed="F1"/></l><l>And might not gain so great a happiness
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1094" ed="F1"/></l><l>As have thy love? Why dost not speak to me?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1095" ed="F1"/></l><l>Alas, a crimson river of warm blood,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1096" ed="F1"/></l><l>Like to a bubbling fountain stirr'd with wind,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1097" ed="F1"/></l><l>Doth rise and fall between thy rosed lips,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1098" ed="F1"/></l><l>Coming and going with thy honey breath.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1099" ed="F1"/></l><l>But, sure, some Tereus hath deflowered thee,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1100" ed="F1"/></l><l>And, lest thou shouldst detect him, cut thy tongue.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1101" ed="F1"/></l><l>Ah, now thou turn'st away thy face for shame!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1102" ed="F1"/></l><l>And, notwithstanding all this loss of blood,
<lb n="30" ed="G"/><lb n="1103" ed="F1"/></l><l>As from a conduit with three issuing spouts,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1104" ed="F1"/></l><l>Yet do thy cheeks look red as Titan's face
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1105" ed="F1"/></l><l>Blushing to be encounter'd with a cloud.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1106" ed="F1"/></l><l>Shall I speak for thee? shall I say 'tis so?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1107" ed="F1"/></l><l>O, that I knew thy heart; and knew the beast,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1108" ed="F1"/></l><l>That I might rail at him, to ease my mind!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1109" ed="F1"/></l><l>Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopp'd,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1110" ed="F1"/></l><l>Doth burn the heart to cinders where it is.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1111" ed="F1"/></l><l>Fair Philomela, she but lost her tongue,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1112" ed="F1"/></l><l>And in a tedious sampler sew'd her mind:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1113" ed="F1"/></l><l>But, lovely niece, that mean is cut from thee;
<lb n="41" ed="G"/><lb n="1114" ed="F1"/></l><l>A craftier Tereus, cousin, hast thou met,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1115" ed="F1"/></l><l>And he hath cut those pretty fingers off,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1116" ed="F1"/></l><l>That could have better sew'd than Philomel.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1117" ed="F1"/></l><l>O, had the monster seen those lily hands
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1118" ed="F1"/></l><l>Tremble, like aspen-leaves, upon a lute,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1119" ed="F1"/></l><l>And make the silken strings delight to kiss them,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1120" ed="F1"/></l><l>He would not then have touch'd them for his life!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1121" ed="F1"/></l><l>Or, had he heard the heavenly harmony
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1122" ed="F1"/></l><l>Which that sweet tongue hath made,
<lb n="50" ed="G"/><lb n="1123" ed="F1"/></l><l>He would have dropp'd his knife, and fell asleep
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1124" ed="F1"/></l><l>As Cerberus at the Thracian poet's feet.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1125" ed="F1"/></l><l>Come, let us go, and make thy father blind;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1126" ed="F1"/></l><l>For such a sight will blind a father's eye:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1127" ed="F1"/></l><l>One hour's storm will drown the fragrant meads;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1128" ed="F1"/></l><l>What will whole months of tears thy father's eyes?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1129" ed="F1"/></l><l>Do not draw back, for we will mourn with thee:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1130" ed="F1"/></l><l>O, could our mourning ease thy misery!
<stage>Exeunt.</stage></l></sp>
</div2>
</div1>

  <div1 n="3" type="act">
    <head>ACT III</head><lb n="1131" ed="F1"/>
<div2 n="1" type="scene">
<head>SCENE I</head>
<stage type="setting"> Rome. A street. </stage>
<lb n="1132" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Enter Judges, Senators and Tribunes, with MARTIUS and QUINTUS, bound, <lb n="1133" ed="F1"/>passing on to the place of execution; TITUS going <lb n="1134" ed="F1"/>before, pleading.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1135" ed="F1"/><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Hear me, grave fathers! noble tribunes, stay!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1136" ed="F1"/></l><l>For pity of mine age, whose youth was spent
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1137" ed="F1"/></l><l>In dangerous wars, whilst you securely slept;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1138" ed="F1"/></l><l>For all my blood in Rome's great quarrel shed;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1139" ed="F1"/></l><l>For all the frosty nights that I have watch'd;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1140" ed="F1"/></l><l>And for these bitter tears, which now you see
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1141" ed="F1"/></l><l>Filling the aged wrinkles in my cheeks;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1142" ed="F1"/></l><l>Be pitiful to my condemned sons,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1143" ed="F1"/></l><l>Whose souls are not corrupted as 'tis thought.
<lb n="10" ed="G"/><lb n="1144" ed="F1"/></l><l>For two and twenty sons I never wept,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1145" ed="F1"/></l><l>Because they died in honour's lofty bed.
<lb n="1146" ed="F1"/><stage>Lieth down;</stage><stage type="exit">the Judges, &amp;c., pass by  him, and Exeunt.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1147" ed="F1"/></l><l>For these, these, tribunes, in the dust I write
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1148" ed="F1"/></l><l>My heart's deep languor and my soul's sad tears:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1149" ed="F1"/></l><l>Let my tears staunch the earth's dry appetite;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1150" ed="F1"/></l><l>My sons' sweet blood will make it shame and blush.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1151" ed="F1"/></l><l>O earth, I will befriend thee more with rain,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1152" ed="F1"/></l><l>That shall distil from these two ancient urns,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1153" ed="F1"/></l><l>Than youthful April shall with all his showers:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1154" ed="F1"/></l><l>In summer's drought I'll drop upon thee still;
<lb n="20" ed="G"/><lb n="1155" ed="F1"/></l><l>In winter with warm tears I'll melt the snow,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1156" ed="F1"/></l><l>And keep eternal spring-time on thy face,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1157" ed="F1"/></l><l>So thou refuse to drink my dear sons' blood.

<lb n="1158" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance"> Enter Lucius, with his sword drawn.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1159" ed="F1"/></l><l>O reverend tribunes! O gentle, aged men!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1160" ed="F1"/></l><l>Unbind my sons, reverse the doom of death;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1161" ed="F1"/></l><l>And let me say, that never wept before,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1162" ed="F1"/></l><l>My tears are now prevailing orators.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1163" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>O noble father, you lament in vain:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1164" ed="F1"/></l><l>The tribunes hear you not; no man is by;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1165" ed="F1"/></l><l>And you recount your sorrows to a stone.

<lb n="30" ed="G"/><lb n="1166" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Ah, Lucius, for thy brothers let me plead.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1167" ed="F1"/></l><l>Grave tribunes, once more I entreat of you,&mdash;

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1168" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>My gracious lord, no tribune hears you speak.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1169" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Why, 'tis no matter, man: if they did hear,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1170" ed="F1"/></l><l>They would not mark me, or if they did mark,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1171" ed="F1"/></l><l>They would not pity me, yet plead I must;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1172" ed="F1"/></l><l>And bootless unto them<gap/> . . . . . . . . .
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1173" ed="F1"/></l><l>Therefore I tell my sorrows to the stones;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1174" ed="F1"/></l><l>Who, though they cannot answer my distress,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1175" ed="F1"/></l><l>Yet in some sort they are better than the tribunes,
<lb n="40" ed="G"/><lb n="1176" ed="F1"/></l><l>For that they will not intercept my tale:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1177" ed="F1"/></l><l>When I do weep, they humbly at my feet
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1178" ed="F1"/></l><l>Receive my tears and seem to weep with me;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1179" ed="F1"/></l><l>And, were they but attired in grave weeds,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1180" ed="F1"/></l><l>Rome could afford no tribune like to these.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1181" ed="F1"/></l><l>A stone is soft as wax,&mdash;tribunes more hard than stones;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1182" ed="F1"/></l><l>A stone is silent, and offendeth not,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1183" ed="F1"/></l><l>And tribunes with their tongues doom men to death.
<stage>Rises. </stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1184" ed="F1"/></l><l>But wherefore stand'st thou with thy weapon drawn ?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1185" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>To rescue my two brothers from their death:
<lb n="50" ed="G"/><lb n="1186" ed="F1"/></l><l>For which attempt the judges have pronounced
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1187" ed="F1"/></l><l>My everlasting doom of banishment.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1188" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>O happy man! they have befriended thee.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1189" ed="F1"/></l><l>Why, foolish Lucius, dost thou not perceive
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1190" ed="F1"/></l><l>That Rome is but a wilderness of tigers?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1191" ed="F1"/></l><l>Tigers must prey, and Rome affords no prey
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1192" ed="F1"/></l><l>But me and mine: how happy art thou, then,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1193" ed="F1"/></l><l>From these devourers to be banished!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1194" ed="F1"/></l><l>But who comes with our brother Marcus here?
<lb n="1195" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Enter MARCUS and LAVINIA.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1196" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>Titus, prepare thy aged eyes to weep
<lb n="60" ed="G"/><lb n="1197" ed="F1"/></l><l>Or, if not so, thy noble heart to break:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1198" ed="F1"/></l><l>I bring consuming sorrow to thine age.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1199" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Will it consume me? let me see it, then.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1200" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l part="I">This was thy daughter.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1201" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l part="F">Why, Marcus, so she is.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1202" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>Ay me, this object kills me!

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1203" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Faint-hearted boy, arise, and look upon her.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1204" ed="F1"/></l><l>Speak, Lavinia, what accursed hand
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1205" ed="F1"/></l><l>Hath made thee handless in thy father's sight?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1206" ed="F1"/></l><l>What fool hath added water to the sea,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1207" ed="F1"/></l><l>Or brought a faggot to bright-burning Troy?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1208" ed="F1"/></l><l>My grief was at the height before thou camest,
<lb n="71" ed="G"/><lb n="1209" ed="F1"/></l><l>And now, like Nilus, it disdaineth bounds.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1210" ed="F1"/></l><l>Give me a sword, I'll chop off my hands too;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1211" ed="F1"/></l><l>For they have fought for Rome, and all in vain;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1212" ed="F1"/></l><l>And they have nursed this woe, <lb n="1213" ed="F1"/>in feeding life;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1214" ed="F1"/></l><l>In bootless prayer have they been held up,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1215" ed="F1"/></l><l>And they have served me to effectless use:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1216" ed="F1"/></l><l>Now all the service I require of them
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1217" ed="F1"/></l><l>Is that the one will help to cut the other.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1218" ed="F1"/></l><l>'Tis well, Lavinia, that thou hast no hands:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1219" ed="F1"/></l><l>For hands, to do Rome service, are but vain.

<lb n="81" ed="G"/><lb n="1220" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>Speak, gentle sister, who hath martyr'd thee?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1221" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>O, that delightful engine of her thoughts,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1222" ed="F1"/></l><l>That blabb'd them with such pleasing eloquence,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1223" ed="F1"/></l><l>Is torn from forth that pretty hollow cage,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1224" ed="F1"/></l><l>Where, like a sweet melodious bird, it sung
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1225" ed="F1"/></l><l>Sweet varied notes, enchanting every ear!

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1226" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>O, say thou for her, <lb n="1227" ed="F1"/>who hath done this deed?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1228" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>O, thus I found her, straying in the park,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1229" ed="F1"/></l><l>Seeking to hide herself, as doth the deer
<lb n="90" ed="G"/><lb n="1230" ed="F1"/></l><l>That hath received some unrecuring wound.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1231" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>It was my deer; <lb n="1232" ed="F1"/>and he that wounded her
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1233" ed="F1"/></l><l>Hath hurt me more than had he kill'd me dead:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1234" ed="F1"/></l><l>For now I stand as one upon a rock
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1235" ed="F1"/></l><l>Environ'd with a wilderness of sea,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1236" ed="F1"/></l><l>Who marks the waxing tide <lb n="1237" ed="F1"/>grow wave by wave,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1238" ed="F1"/></l><l>Expecting ever when some envious surge
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1239" ed="F1"/></l><l>Will in his brinish bowels swallow him.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1240" ed="F1"/></l><l>This way to death my wretched sons are gone;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1241" ed="F1"/></l><l>Here stands my other son, a banish'd man,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1242" ed="F1"/></l><l>And here my brother, weeping at my woes:
<lb n="101" ed="G"/><lb n="1243" ed="F1"/></l><l>But that which gives my soul the greatest spurn,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1244" ed="F1"/></l><l>Is dear Lavinia, dearer than my soul.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1245" ed="F1"/></l><l>Had I but seen thy picture in this plight,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1246" ed="F1"/></l><l>It would have madded me: what shall I do
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1247" ed="F1"/></l><l>Now I behold thy lively body so?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1248" ed="F1"/></l><l>Thou hast no hands, to wipe away thy tears,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1249" ed="F1"/></l><l>Nor tongue, to tell me who hath martyr'd thee:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1250" ed="F1"/></l><l>Thy husband he is dead; and for his death
<lb n="109" ed="G"/><lb n="1251" ed="F1"/></l><l>Thy brothers are condemn'd, and dead by this.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1252" ed="F1"/></l><l>Look, Marcus! ah, son Lucius, look on her!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1253" ed="F1"/></l><l>When I did name her brothers, then fresh tears
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1254" ed="F1"/></l><l>Stood on her cheeks, as doth the honey-dew
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1255" ed="F1"/></l><l>Upon a gather'd lily almost wither'd.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1256" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>Perchance she weeps because they kill'd her <lb n="1257" ed="F1"/>husband;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1258" ed="F1"/></l><l>Perchance because she knows them innocent.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1259" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>If they did kill thy husband, then be joyful,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1260" ed="F1"/></l><l>Because the law hath ta'en revenge on them.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1261" ed="F1"/></l><l>No, no, they would not do so foul a deed;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1262" ed="F1"/></l><l>Witness the sorrow that their sister makes.
<lb n="120" ed="G"/><lb n="1263" ed="F1"/></l><l>Gentle Lavinia, let me kiss thy lips;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1264" ed="F1"/></l><l>Or make some sign how I may do thee ease:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1265" ed="F1"/></l><l>Shall thy good uncle, and thy brother Lucius,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1266" ed="F1"/></l><l>And thou, and I, sit round about some fountain,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1267" ed="F1"/></l><l>Looking all downwards, to behold our cheeks
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1268" ed="F1"/></l><l>How they are stain'd as meadows, yet not dry,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1269" ed="F1"/></l><l>With miry slime left on them by a flood?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1270" ed="F1"/></l><l>And in the fountain shall we gaze so long
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1271" ed="F1"/></l><l>Till the fresh taste be taken from that clearness,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1272" ed="F1"/></l><l>And made a brine-pit with our bitter tears?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1273" ed="F1"/></l><l>Or shall we cut away our hands, like thine?
<lb n="131" ed="G"/><lb n="1274" ed="F1"/></l><l>Or shall we bite our tongues, and in dumb shows
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1275" ed="F1"/></l><l>Pass the remainder of our hateful days?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1276" ed="F1"/></l><l>What shall we do? let us, that have our tongues,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1277" ed="F1"/></l><l>Plot some device of further misery,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1278" ed="F1"/></l><l>To make us wondered at in time to come.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1279" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>Sweet father, cease your tears; for, at your grief,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1280" ed="F1"/></l><l>See how my wretched sister sobs and weeps.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1281" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>Patience, dear niece. Good Titus, dry thine <lb n="1282" ed="F1"/>eyes.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1283" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Ah, Marcus, Marcus! brother, well I wot
<lb n="140" ed="G"/><lb n="1284" ed="F1"/></l><l>Thy napkin cannot drink a tear of mine,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1285" ed="F1"/></l><l>For thou, poor man, hast drown'd it with thine own.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1286" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>Ah, my Lavinia, I will wipe thy cheeks.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1287" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Mark, Marcus, mark! I understand her signs:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1288" ed="F1"/></l><l>Had she a tongue to speak, now would she say
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1289" ed="F1"/></l><l>That to her brother which I said to thee:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1290" ed="F1"/></l><l>His napkin, with his true tears all bewet,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1291" ed="F1"/></l><l>Can do no service on her sorrowful cheeks.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1292" ed="F1"/></l><l>O, what a sympathy of woe is this,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1293" ed="F1"/></l><l>As far from help as Limbo is from bliss!
<lb n="1294" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Enter AARON.</stage>

<lb n="150" ed="G"/><lb n="1295" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l>Titus Andronicus,my lord the emperor
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1296" ed="F1"/></l><l>Sends thee this word,&mdash;that, if thou love thy sons,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1297" ed="F1"/></l><l>Let Marcus, Lucius, or thyself, old Titus,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1298" ed="F1"/></l><l>Or any one of you, chop off your hand,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1299" ed="F1"/></l><l>And send it to the king: he for the same
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1300" ed="F1"/></l><l>Will send thee hither both thy sons alive;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1301" ed="F1"/></l><l>And that shall be the ransom for their fault.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1302" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>O gracious emperor! O gentle Aaron!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1303" ed="F1"/></l><l>Did ever raven sing so like a lark,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1304" ed="F1"/></l><l>That gives sweet tidings of the sun's uprise?
<lb n="160" ed="G"/><lb n="1305" ed="F1"/></l><l>With all my heart, I'll send the emperor
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>My hand:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1306" ed="F1"/></l><l>Good Aaron, wilt thou help to chop it off ?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1307" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>Stay, father! for that noble hand of thine,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1308" ed="F1"/></l><l>That hath thrown down so many enemies,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1309" ed="F1"/></l><l>Shall not be sent: my hand will serve the turn:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1310" ed="F1"/></l><l>My youth can better spare my blood than you:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1311" ed="F1"/></l><l>And therefore mine shall save my brothers' lives.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1312" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>Which of your hands hath not defended Rome,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1313" ed="F1"/></l><l>And rear'd aloft the bloody battle-axe,
<lb n="170" ed="G"/><lb n="1314" ed="F1"/></l><l>Writing destruction on the enemy's castle?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1315" ed="F1"/></l><l>O, none of both but are of high desert:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1316" ed="F1"/></l><l>My hand hath been but idle; let it serve
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1317" ed="F1"/></l><l>To ransom my two nephews from their death;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1318" ed="F1"/></l><l>Then have I kept it to a worthy end.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1319" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l>Nay, come, agree whose hand shall go along,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1320" ed="F1"/></l><l>For fear they die before their pardon come.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1321" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l part="I">My hand shall go.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1322" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l part="F">By heaven, it shall not go!

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1323" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Sirs, strive no more: such wither'd herbs as these
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1324" ed="F1"/></l><l>Are meet for plucking up, and therefore mine.

<lb n="180" ed="G"/><lb n="1325" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>Sweet father, if I shall be thought thy son,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1326" ed="F1"/></l><l>Let me redeem my brothers both from death.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1327" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>And, for our father's sake and mother's care,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1328" ed="F1"/></l><l>Now let me show a brother's love to thee.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1329" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Agree between you; I will spare my hand.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1330" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>Then I'll go fetch an axe.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1331" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>But I will use the axe.
<stage type="exit">Exeunt Lucius and Marcus.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1332" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Come hither, Aaron; I'll deceive them both:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1333" ed="F1"/></l><l>Lend me thy hand, and I will give thee mine.

<lb n="1334" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><stage>Aside</stage><l>If that be call'd deceit, I will be honest,
<lb n="190" ed="G"/><lb n="1335" ed="F1"/></l><l>And never, whilst I live, deceive men so:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1336" ed="F1"/></l><l>But I'll deceive you in another sort,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1337" ed="F1"/></l><l>And that you'll say, ere half an hour pass.
<lb n="1338" ed="F1"/><stage>Cuts off Titus's hand.</stage>
<lb n="1339" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Re-enter Lucius and MARCUS.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1340" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Now stay your strife: what shall be is dispatched.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1341" ed="F1"/></l><l>Good Aaron, give his majesty my hand:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1342" ed="F1"/></l><l>Tell him it was a hand that warded him
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1343" ed="F1"/></l><l>From thousand dangers; bid him bury it;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1344" ed="F1"/></l><l>More hath it merited; that let it have.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1345" ed="F1"/></l><l>As for my sons, say I account of them
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1346" ed="F1"/></l><l>As jewels purchased at an easy price;
<lb n="200" ed="G"/><lb n="1347" ed="F1"/></l><l>And yet dear too, because I bought mine own.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1348" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l>I go, Andronicus: and for thy hand
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1349" ed="F1"/></l><l>Look by and by to have thy sons with thee.
<stage>Aside</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1350" ed="F1"/></l><l>Their heads, I mean. O, how this villany
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1351" ed="F1"/></l><l>Doth fat me with the very thoughts of it!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1352" ed="F1"/></l><l>Let fools do good, and fair men call for grace,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1353" ed="F1"/></l><l>Aaron will have his soul black like his face.
<stage>Exit.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1354" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>O, here I lift this one hand up to heaven,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1355" ed="F1"/></l><l>And bow this feeble ruin to the earth:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1356" ed="F1"/></l><l>If any power pities wretched tears,
<lb n="210" ed="G"/><lb n="1357" ed="F1"/></l><l>To that I call! <stage>[To Lav.]</stage> What, wilt thou kneel with me?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1358" ed="F1"/></l><l>Do, then, dear heart; for heaven shall hear our prayers;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1359" ed="F1"/></l><l>Or with our sighs we'll breathe the welkin dim,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1360" ed="F1"/></l><l>And stain the sun with fog, as sometime clouds
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1361" ed="F1"/></l><l>When they do hug him in their melting bosoms.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1362" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>O brother, speak with possibilities,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1363" ed="F1"/></l><l>And do not break into these deep extremes.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1364" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Is not my sorrow   deep, having no bottom ?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1365" ed="F1"/></l><l>Then be my passions bottomless with them.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1366" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>But yet let reason govern thy lament.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1367" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>If there were reason for these miseries,
<lb n="221" ed="G"/><lb n="1368" ed="F1"/></l><l>Then into limits could I bind my woes:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1369" ed="F1"/></l><l>When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'erflow ?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1370" ed="F1"/></l><l>If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1371" ed="F1"/></l><l>Threatening the welkin with his big-swoln face?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1372" ed="F1"/></l><l>And wilt thou have a reason for this coil?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1373" ed="F1"/></l><l>I am the sea; hark, how her sighs do blow!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1374" ed="F1"/></l><l>She is the weeping welkin, I the earth:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1375" ed="F1"/></l><l>Then must my sea be moved with her sighs;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1376" ed="F1"/></l><l>Then must my earth with her continual tears
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1377" ed="F1"/></l><l>Become a deluge, overflow'd and drown'd
<lb n="231" ed="G"/><lb n="1378" ed="F1"/></l><l>For why my bowels cannot hide her woes,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1379" ed="F1"/></l><l>But like a drunkard must I vomit them.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1380" ed="F1"/></l><l>Then give me leave, for losers will have leave
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1381" ed="F1"/></l><l>To ease their stomachs with their bitter tongues.
<lb n="1382" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance"> Enter a Messenger, with two heads and a hand.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1383" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-17"><speaker>Mess.</speaker><l>Worthy Andronicus, ill art thou repaid
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1384" ed="F1"/></l><l>For that good hand thou sent'st the emperor.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1385" ed="F1"/></l><l>Here are the heads of thy two noble sons;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1386" ed="F1"/></l><l>And here's thy hand, in scorn to thee sent back;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1387" ed="F1"/></l><l>Thy griefs their sports, thy resolution mock'd;
<lb n="240" ed="G"/><lb n="1388" ed="F1"/></l><l>That woe is me to think upon thy woes
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1389" ed="F1"/></l><l>More than remembrance of my father's death.
<stage type="exit">Exit.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1390" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>Now let hot &AElig;tna cool in Sicily,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1391" ed="F1"/></l><l>And be my heart an ever-burning hell!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1392" ed="F1"/></l><l>These miseries are more than may be borne.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1393" ed="F1"/></l><l>To weep with them that weep doth ease some deal;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1394" ed="F1"/></l><l>But sorrow flouted at is double death.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1395" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>Ah, that this sight should make so deep a wound,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1396" ed="F1"/></l><l>And yet detested life not shrink thereat!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1397" ed="F1"/></l><l>That ever death should let life bear his name,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1398" ed="F1"/></l><l>Where life hath no more interest but to breathe!
<stage>Lavinia kisses Titus.</stage>

<lb n="251" ed="G"/><lb n="1399" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>Alas, poor heart, that kiss is comfortless
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1400" ed="F1"/></l><l>As frozen water to a starved snake.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1401" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>When will this fearful slumber have an end?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1402" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>Now, farewell, flattery: die, Andronicus;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1403" ed="F1"/></l><l>Thou dost not slumber: see, thy two sons' heads,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1404" ed="F1"/></l><l>Thy warlike hand, thy mangled daughter here;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1405" ed="F1"/></l><l>Thy other banish'd son, with this dear sight
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1406" ed="F1"/></l><l>Struck pale and bloodless; and thy brother, I,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1407" ed="F1"/></l><l>Even like a stony image, cold and numb.
<lb n="260" ed="G"/><lb n="1408" ed="F1"/></l><l>Ah, now no more will I control thy griefs:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1409" ed="F1"/></l><l>Rend off thy silver hair, thy other hand
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1410" ed="F1"/></l><l>Gnawing with thy teeth; and be this dismal sight
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1411" ed="F1"/></l><l>The closing up of our most wretched eyes:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1412" ed="F1"/></l><l>Now is a time to storm; why art thou still?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1413" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Ha, ha, ha!

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1414" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>Why dost thou laugh? it fits not with this hour.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1415" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Why, I have not another tear to shed:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1416" ed="F1"/></l><l>Besides, this sorrow is an enemy,
<lb n="269" ed="G"/><lb n="1417" ed="F1"/></l><l>And would usurp upon my watery eyes,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1418" ed="F1"/></l><l>And make them blind with tributary tears:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1419" ed="F1"/></l><l>Then which way shall I find Revenge's cave?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1420" ed="F1"/></l><l>For these two heads do seem to speak to me,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1421" ed="F1"/></l><l>And threat me I shall never come to bliss
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1422" ed="F1"/></l><l>Till all these mischiefs be return'd again
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1423" ed="F1"/></l><l>Even in their throats that have committed them.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1424" ed="F1"/></l><l>Come, let me see what task I have to do.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1425" ed="F1"/></l><l>You heavy people, circle me about,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1426" ed="F1"/></l><l>That I may turn me to each one of you,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1427" ed="F1"/></l><l>And swear unto my soul to right your wrongs.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1428" ed="F1"/></l><l>The vow is made. Come. brother, take a head;
<lb n="281" ed="G"/><lb n="1429" ed="F1"/></l><l>And in this hand the other will I bear.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1430" ed="F1"/></l><l>Lavinia, thou shalt be employ'd: these arms!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1431" ed="F1"/></l><l>Bear thou my hand, sweet wench, between thy teeth.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1432" ed="F1"/></l><l>As for thee, boy, go get thee from my sight;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1433" ed="F1"/></l><l>Thou art an exile, and thou must not stay:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1434" ed="F1"/></l><l>Hie to the Goths, and raise an army there:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1435" ed="F1"/></l><l>And, if you love me, as I think you do,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1436" ed="F1"/></l><l>Let's kiss and part, for we have much to do.
<stage type="exit">Exeunt Titus, Marcus, and Lavinia.</stage>
<lb n="1437" ed="F1"/>

<lb n="289" ed="G"/><lb n="1438" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>Farewell, Andronicus, my noble father,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1439" ed="F1"/></l><l>The wofull'st man that ever lived in Rome:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1440" ed="F1"/></l><l>Farewell, proud Rome; till Lucius come again,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1441" ed="F1"/></l><l>He leaves his pledges dearer than his life:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1442" ed="F1"/></l><l>Farewell, Lavinia, my noble sister;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1443" ed="F1"/></l><l>O, would thou wert as thou tofore hast been!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1444" ed="F1"/></l><l>But now nor Lucius nor Lavinia lives
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1445" ed="F1"/></l><l>But in oblivion and hateful griefs.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1446" ed="F1"/></l><l>If Lucius live, he will requite your wrongs;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1447" ed="F1"/></l><l>And make proud Saturnine and his empress
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1448" ed="F1"/></l><l>Beg at the gates, like Tarquin and his queen.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1449" ed="F1"/></l><l>Now will I go to the Goths, and raise a power,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1450" ed="F1"/></l><l>To be revenged on Rome and Saturnine.
<stage>Exit.</stage></l></sp>
</div2>
<div2 n="2" type="scene">
<head>SCENE II</head>
<stage type="setting"> A room in Titus's house. <lb n="1451" ed="F1"/>A banquet set out. </stage>
<lb n="1452" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Enter TITUS, MARCUS, LAVINIA, and young Lucius, a Boy.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1453" ed="F1"/><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>So, so; now sit: and look you eat no more
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1454" ed="F1"/></l><l>Than will preserve just so much strength in us
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1455" ed="F1"/></l><l>As will revenge these bitter woes of ours.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1456" ed="F1"/></l><l>Marcus, unknit that sorrow-wreathen knot:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1457" ed="F1"/></l><l>Thy niece and I, poor creatures, want our hands,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1458" ed="F1"/></l><l>And cannot passionate our tenfold grief
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1459" ed="F1"/></l><l>With folded arms. This poor right hand of mine
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1460" ed="F1"/></l><l>Is left to tyrannize upon my breast;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1461" ed="F1"/></l><l>Who, when my heart, all mad with misery,
<lb n="10" ed="G"/><lb n="1462" ed="F1"/></l><l>Beats in this hollow prison of my flesh,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1463" ed="F1"/></l><l>Then thus I thump it down.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1464" ed="F1"/></l><l><stage>To Lavinia</stage>Thou map of woe, that thus dost talk in signs!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1465" ed="F1"/></l><l>When thy poor heart heats with outrageous beating,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1466" ed="F1"/></l><l>Thou canst not strike it thus to make it still.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1467" ed="F1"/></l><l>Wound it with sighing, girl, kill it with groans;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1468" ed="F1"/></l><l>Or get some little knife between thy teeth,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1469" ed="F1"/></l><l>And just against thy heart make thou a hole;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1470" ed="F1"/></l><l>That all the tears that thy poor eyes let fall
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1471" ed="F1"/></l><l>May run into that sink, and soaking in
<lb n="20" ed="G"/><lb n="1472" ed="F1"/></l><l>Drown the lamenting fool in sea-salt tears.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1473" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>Fie, brother, fie! teach her not thus to lay
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1474" ed="F1"/></l><l>Such violent hands upon her tender life.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1475" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>How now! has sorrow made thee dote already ?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1476" ed="F1"/></l><l>Why, Marcus, no man should be mad but I.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1477" ed="F1"/></l><l>What violent hands can she lay on her life?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1478" ed="F1"/></l><l>Ah, wherefore dost thou urge the name of hands;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1479" ed="F1"/></l><l>To bid &AElig;neas tell the tale twice o'er,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1480" ed="F1"/></l><l>How Troy was burnt and he made miserable?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1481" ed="F1"/></l><l>O, handle not the theme, to talk of hands,
<lb n="30" ed="G"/><lb n="1482" ed="F1"/></l><l>Lest we remember still that we have none.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1483" ed="F1"/></l><l>Fie, fie, how franticly I square my talk,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1484" ed="F1"/></l><l>As if we should forget we had no hands,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1485" ed="F1"/></l><l>If Marcus did not name the word of hands!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1486" ed="F1"/></l><l>Come, let's fall to; and, gentle girl, eat this:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1487" ed="F1"/></l><l>Here is no drink! Hark, Marcus, what she says;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1488" ed="F1"/></l><l>I can interpret all her martyr'd signs;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1489" ed="F1"/></l><l>She says she drinks no other drink but tears,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1490" ed="F1"/></l><l>Brew'd with her sorrow, mesh'd upon her cheeks:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1491" ed="F1"/></l><l>Speechless complainer, I will learn thy thought;
<lb n="40" ed="G"/><lb n="1492" ed="F1"/></l><l>In thy dumb action will I be as perfect
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1493" ed="F1"/></l><l>As begging hermits in their holy prayers:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1494" ed="F1"/></l><l>Thou shalt not sigh, nor hold thy stumps to heaven,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1495" ed="F1"/></l><l>Nor wink, nor nod, nor kneel, nor make a sign,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1496" ed="F1"/></l><l>But I of these will wrest an alphabet
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1497" ed="F1"/></l><l>And by still practice learn to know thy meaning.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1498" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-14"><speaker>Boy.</speaker><l>Good grandsire, leave these bitter deep laments:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1499" ed="F1"/></l><l>Make my aunt merry with some pleasing tale.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1500" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>Alas, the tender boy, in passion moved,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1501" ed="F1"/></l><l>Doth weep to see his grandsire's heaviness.

<lb n="50" ed="G"/><lb n="1502" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Peace, tender sapling; thou art made of tears,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1503" ed="F1"/></l><l>And tears will quickly melt thy life away.
<lb n="1504" ed="F1"/><stage>Marcus strikes the dish with a knife.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1505" ed="F1"/></l><l>What dost thou strike at, Marcus, with thy knife ?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1506" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>At that that I have kill'd, my lord; a fly.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1507" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Out on thee, murderer! thou kill'st my heart;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1508" ed="F1"/></l><l>Mine eyes are cloy'd with view of tyranny:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1509" ed="F1"/></l><l>A deed of death done on the innocent
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1510" ed="F1"/></l><l>Becomes not Titus' brother: get thee gone;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1511" ed="F1"/></l><l>I see thou art not for my company.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1512" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>Alas, my lord, I have but kill'd a fly.

<lb n="60" ed="G"/><lb n="1513" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>But how, if that fly had a father and mother ?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1514" ed="F1"/></l><l>How would he hang his slender gilded wings,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1515" ed="F1"/></l><l>And buzz lamenting doings in the air!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1516" ed="F1"/></l><l>Poor harmless fly,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1517" ed="F1"/></l><l>That, with his pretty buzzing melody,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1518" ed="F1"/></l><l>Came here to make us merry! <lb n="1519" ed="F1"/>and thou hast kill'd him.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1520" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>Pardon me, sir; <lb n="1521" ed="F1"/>it was a black ill-favour'd fly,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1522" ed="F1"/></l><l>Like to the empress' Moor; therefore I kill'd him.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1523" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>O, O, O,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1524" ed="F1"/></l><l>Then pardon me for reprehending thee,
<lb n="70" ed="G"/><lb n="1525" ed="F1"/></l><l>For thou hast done a charitable deed.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1526" ed="F1"/></l><l>Give me thy knife, I will insult on him;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1527" ed="F1"/></l><l>Flattering myself, as if it were the Moor
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1528" ed="F1"/></l><l>Come hither purposely to poison me.&mdash;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1529" ed="F1"/></l><l>There's for thyself, and that's for Tamora.
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>Ah, sirrah!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1530" ed="F1"/></l><l>Yet, I think, we are not brought so low,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1531" ed="F1"/></l><l>But that between us we can kill a fly
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1532" ed="F1"/></l><l>That comes in likeness of a cool-black Moor.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1533" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>Alas, poor man! grief has so wrought on him,
<lb n="80" ed="G"/><lb n="1534" ed="F1"/></l><l>He takes false shadows for true substances.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1535" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Come, take away. Lavinia, go with me:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1536" ed="F1"/></l><l>I'll to thy closet; and go read with thee
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1537" ed="F1"/></l><l>Sad stories chanced in the times of old.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1538" ed="F1"/></l><l>Come, boy, and go with me: thy sight is young,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1539" ed="F1"/></l><l>And thou shalt read when mine begin to dazzle.
<stage>Exeunt. </stage></l></sp>
</div2>
  </div1>
  
  <div1 n="4" type="act">
    <head>ACT IV</head><lb n="1540" ed="F1"/>
<div2 n="1" type="scene">
<head>SCENE I</head>
<stage type="setting"> Rome.   Titus's garden. </stage>
<lb n="1541" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Enter young Lucius, and LAVINIA running after him, and <lb n="1542" ed="F1"/>the boy flies from her, with books under his arm.   Then <lb n="1543" ed="F1"/>enter TITUS and MARCUS.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1544" ed="F1"/><sp who="tit-14"><speaker>Young Luc.</speaker><l>Help, grandsire, help! my aunt Lavinia
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1545" ed="F1"/></l><l>Follows me every where, I know not why:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1546" ed="F1"/></l><l>Good uncle Marcus, see how swift she comes.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1547" ed="F1"/></l><l>Alas, sweet aunt, I know not what you mean.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1548" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>Stand by me, Lucius; do not fear thine aunt.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1549" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>She loves thee, boy, too well to do thee harm.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1550" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-14"><speaker>Young Luc.</speaker><l>Ay, when my father was in Rome she did.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1551" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>What means my niece Lavinia by these signs ?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1552" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Fear her not, Lucius: somewhat doth she mean:
<lb n="10" ed="G"/><lb n="1553" ed="F1"/></l><l>See, Lucius, see how much she makes of thee:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1554" ed="F1"/></l><l>Somewhither would she have thee go with her.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1555" ed="F1"/></l><l>Ah, boy, Cornelia never with more care
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1556" ed="F1"/></l><l>Read to her sons than she hath read to thee
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1557" ed="F1"/></l><l>Sweet poetry and Tully's Orator.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1558" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>Canst thou not guess wherefore she plies thee thus?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1559" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-14"><speaker>Young Luc.</speaker><l>My lord, I know not, I, nor can I guess,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1560" ed="F1"/></l><l>Unless some fit or frenzy do possess her:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1561" ed="F1"/></l><l>For I have heard my grandsire say full oft,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1562" ed="F1"/></l><l>Extremity of griefs would make men mad;
<lb n="20" ed="G"/><lb n="1563" ed="F1"/></l><l>And I have read that Hecuba of Troy
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1564" ed="F1"/></l><l>Ran mad for sorrow: that made me to fear;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1565" ed="F1"/></l><l>Although, my lord, I know my noble aunt
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1566" ed="F1"/></l><l>Loves me as dear as e'er my mother did,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1567" ed="F1"/></l><l>And would not, but in fury, fright my youth:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1568" ed="F1"/></l><l>Which made me down to throw my books, and fly,&mdash;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1569" ed="F1"/></l><l>Causeless, perhaps. But pardon me, sweet aunt:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1570" ed="F1"/></l><l>And, madam, if my uncle Marcus go,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1571" ed="F1"/></l><l>I will most willingly attend your ladyship.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1572" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>Lucius, I will.
<stage>Lavinia turns over with her stumps the books which Lucius has let fall. </stage>

<lb n="30" ed="G"/><lb n="1573" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>How now, Lavinia! Marcus, what means this?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1574" ed="F1"/></l><l>Some book there is that she desires to see.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1575" ed="F1"/></l><l>Which is it, girl, of these? Open them, boy.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1576" ed="F1"/></l><l>But thou art deeper read, and better skill'd:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1577" ed="F1"/></l><l>Come, and take choice of all my library,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1578" ed="F1"/></l><l>And so beguile thy sorrow, till the heavens
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1579" ed="F1"/></l><l>Reveal the damn'd contriver of this deed.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1580" ed="F1"/><lb n="1581" ed="F1"/></l><l>Why lifts she up her arms in sequence thus?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1582" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>I think she means that there was more than one
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1583" ed="F1"/></l><l>Confederate in the fact: ay, more there was;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1584" ed="F1"/></l><l>Or else to heaven she heaves them for revenge.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1585" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Lucius, what book is that she tosseth so ?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1586" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-14"><speaker>Young Luc.</speaker><l>Grandsire, 'tis Ovid's Metamorphoses;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1587" ed="F1"/></l><l part="I">My mother gave it me.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1588" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l part="F">For love of her that's gone,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1589" ed="F1"/></l><l>Perhaps she cull'd it from among the rest.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1590" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Soft! see how busily she turns the leaves!
<stage>Helping her. </stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1591" ed="F1"/></l><l>What would she find? Lavinia, shall I read?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1592" ed="F1"/></l><l>This is the tragic tale of Philomel,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1593" ed="F1"/></l><l>And treats of Tereus' treason and his rape;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1594" ed="F1"/></l><l>And rape, I fear, was root of thine annoy.

<lb n="50" ed="G"/><lb n="1595" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>See, brother, see; note how   she quotes the leaves.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1596" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Lavinia, wert thou thus surprised, sweet girl,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1597" ed="F1"/></l><l>Ravish'd and wrong'd, as Philomela was,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1598" ed="F1"/></l><l>Forced in the ruthless, vast, and gloomy woods?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1599" ed="F1"/></l><l>See, see!
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>Ay, such a place there is, where we did hunt&mdash;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1600" ed="F1"/></l><l>O, had we never hunted there!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1601" ed="F1"/></l><l>Pattern'd by that the poet here describes,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1602" ed="F1"/></l><l>By nature made for murders and for rapes.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1603" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>O, why should nature build so foul a den,
<lb n="60" ed="G"/><lb n="1604" ed="F1"/></l><l>Unless the gods delight in tragedies?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1605" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Give signs, sweet girl, for here are none but friends,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1606" ed="F1"/></l><l>What Roman lord it was durst do the deed:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1607" ed="F1"/></l><l>Or slunk not Saturnine, as Tarquin erst,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1608" ed="F1"/></l><l>That left the camp to sin in Lucrece' bed?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1609" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>Sit down, sweet niece: brother, sit down by me.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1610" ed="F1"/></l><l>Apollo, Pallas, Jove, or Mercury,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1611" ed="F1"/></l><l>Inspire me, that I may this treason find!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1612" ed="F1"/></l><l>My lord, look here: look here, Lavinia:
<lb n="1613" ed="F1"/><lb ed="G"/><lb n="1614" ed="F1"/><lb n="1615" ed="F1"/></l><l>This sandy plot is plain; guide, if thou canst,
<lb n="70" ed="G"/><lb n="1616" ed="F1"/></l><l>This after me, when I have writ my name
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1617" ed="F1"/></l><l>Without the help of any hand at all.
<stage>He writes his name with his staff, and guides it with feet and mouth. </stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1618" ed="F1"/></l><l>Cursed be that heart that forced us to this shift!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1619" ed="F1"/></l><l>Write thou, good niece; and here display, at last,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1620" ed="F1"/></l><l>What God will have discovered for revenge:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1621" ed="F1"/></l><l>Heaven guide thy pen to print thy sorrows plain,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1622" ed="F1"/></l><l>That we may know the traitors and the truth!
<lb n="1623" ed="F1"/><stage>She takes the staff in her mouth, and guides it with her <lb n="1624" ed="F1"/>stumps, and writes. </stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1625" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>O, do ye read, my lord, what she hath writ?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1626" ed="F1"/></l><l>'Stuprum. Chiron. Demetrius.'

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1627" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>What, what! the lustful sons of Tamora
<lb n="80" ed="G"/><lb n="1628" ed="F1"/></l><l>Performers of this heinous, bloody deed?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1629" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Magni Dominator poli,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1630" ed="F1"/></l><l>Tam lentus audis scelera? tam lentus vides?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1631" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>O, calm thee, gentle lord; although I know
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1632" ed="F1"/></l><l>There is enough written upon this earth
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1633" ed="F1"/></l><l>To stir a mutiny in the mildest thoughts
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1634" ed="F1"/></l><l>And arm the minds of infants to exclaims.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1635" ed="F1"/></l><l>My lord, kneel down with me; Lavinia, kneel;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1636" ed="F1"/></l><l>And kneel, sweet boy, the Roman Hector's hope;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1637" ed="F1"/></l><l>And swear with me, as, with the woful fere
<lb n="90" ed="G"/><lb n="1638" ed="F1"/></l><l>And father of that chaste dishonour'd dame,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1639" ed="F1"/></l><l>Lord Junius Brutus sware for Lucrece' rape,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1640" ed="F1"/></l><l>That we will prosecute by good advice
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1641" ed="F1"/></l><l>Mortal revenge upon these traitorous Goths,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1642" ed="F1"/></l><l>And see their blood, or die with this reproach.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1643" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>'Tis sure enough, an you knew how.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1644" ed="F1"/></l><l>But if you hunt these bear-whelps, then beware:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1645" ed="F1"/></l><l>The dam will wake; and, if she wind you once,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1646" ed="F1"/></l><l>She's with the lion deeply still in league,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1647" ed="F1"/></l><l>And lulls him whilst she playeth on her back,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1648" ed="F1"/></l><l>And when he sleeps will she do what she list,
<lb n="101" ed="G"/><lb n="1649" ed="F1"/></l><l>You are a young huntsman, Marcus; let it alone;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1650" ed="F1"/></l><l>And, come, I will go get a leaf of brass,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1651" ed="F1"/></l><l>And with a gad of steel will write these words,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1652" ed="F1"/></l><l>And lay it by: the angry northern wind
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1653" ed="F1"/></l><l>Will blow   these sands, like Sibyl's leaves, abroad,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1654" ed="F1"/></l><l>And where's your lesson, then? Boy, what say you?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1655" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-14"><speaker>Young Luc.</speaker><l>I say, my lord, that if I were a man,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1656" ed="F1"/></l><l>Their mother's bed-chamber should not be safe
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1657" ed="F1"/></l><l>For these bad bondmen to the yoke of Rome.

<lb n="110" ed="G"/><lb n="1658" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>Ay, that's my boy! thy father hath full oft
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1659" ed="F1"/></l><l>For his ungrateful country done the like.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1660" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-14"><speaker>Young Luc.</speaker><l>And, uncle, so will I, an if I live.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1661" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Come, go with me into mine armoury;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1662" ed="F1"/></l><l>Lucius, I'll fit thee; and withal, by boy,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1663" ed="F1"/></l><l>Shalt carry from me to the empress' sons
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1664" ed="F1"/></l><l>Presents that I intend to send them both:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1665" ed="F1"/></l><l>Come, come; thou'lt do thy message, wilt thou not?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1666" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-14"><speaker>Young Luc.</speaker><l>Ay, with my dagger in their bosoms, grandsire.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1667" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>No, boy, not so; I'll teach thee another course.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1668" ed="F1"/></l><l>Lavinia, come. Marcus, look to my house:
<lb n="121" ed="G"/><lb n="1669" ed="F1"/></l><l>Lucius and I'll go brave it at the court:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1670" ed="F1"/></l><l>Ay, marry, will we, sir; and we'll be waited on.
<stage type="exit">Exeunt Titus, Lavinia, and Young Luc.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1671" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>O heavens, can you hear a good man groan,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1672" ed="F1"/></l><l>And not relent, or not compassion him?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1673" ed="F1"/></l><l>Marcus, attend him in his ecstasy,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1674" ed="F1"/></l><l>That hath more scars of sorrow in his heart
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1675" ed="F1"/></l><l>Than foemen's marks upon his batter'd shield;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1676" ed="F1"/></l><l>But yet so just that he will not revenge.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1677" ed="F1"/></l><l>Revenge, ye heavens, for old Andronicus!
<stage type="exit">Exit.</stage></l></sp>
</div2>
<div2 n="2" type="scene">
<head>SCENE II</head>
<stage type="setting"> The same. A room in the palace.</stage>
<lb n="1678" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Enter, from one side, AARON, DEMETRIUS, and CHIRON; from the other <lb n="1679" ed="F1"/>side, young LUCIUS, and an Attendant, with a bundle of <lb n="1680" ed="F1"/>weapons, and verses writ upon them. </stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1681" ed="F1"/><sp who="tit-8"><speaker>Chi.</speaker><l>Demetrius, here's the son of Lucius;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1682" ed="F1"/></l><l>He hath some message to deliver us.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1683" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l>Ay, some mad message from his mad grandfather.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1684" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-14"><speaker>Young Luc.</speaker><l>My lords, with all the humbleness I may,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1685" ed="F1"/></l><l>I greet your honours from Andronicus.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1686" ed="F1"/><stage>Aside</stage></l><l>And pray the Roman gods confound you both!

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1687" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-10"><speaker>Dem.</speaker><l>Gramercy, lovely Lucius: what's the news?

<lb ed="G"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-14"><speaker>Young Luc.</speaker><stage>Aside</stage><l>That you are both deciphered, that's the news,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1688" ed="F1"/></l><l>For villains mark'd with rape.&mdash;May it please you,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1689" ed="F1"/></l><l>My grandsire, well advised, hath sent by me
<lb n="11" ed="G"/><lb n="1690" ed="F1"/></l><l>The goodliest weapons of his armoury
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1691" ed="F1"/></l><l>To gratify your honourable youth,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1692" ed="F1"/></l><l>The hope of Rome; for so he bade me say;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1693" ed="F1"/></l><l>And so I do, and with his gifts present
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1694" ed="F1"/></l><l>Your lordships, that, whenever you have need,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1695" ed="F1"/></l><l>You may be armed and appointed well:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1696" ed="F1"/></l><l>And so I leave you both: <stage>Aside</stage> like bloody villains.
<stage type="exit">Exeunt young Lucius and Attendant.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1697" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-10"><speaker>Dem.</speaker><l>What's here? A scroll; and written round about?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1698" ed="F1"/></l><l>Let's see:
<stage>Reads</stage>
<lb n="20" ed="G"/><lb n="1699" ed="F1"/></l><l>'Integer vitae, scelerisque purus,
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>Non eget Mauri jaculis, nec <lb n="1700" ed="F1"/>arcu.'

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1701" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-8"><speaker>Chi.</speaker><l>O, 'tis a verse in Horace; I know it well:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1702" ed="F1"/></l><l>I read it in the grammar long ago.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1703" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l>Ay, just; a verse in Horace; right, you have it.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1704" ed="F1"/><stage>Aside</stage></l><l>Now, what a thing it is to be an ass!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1705" ed="F1"/></l><l>Here 's no sound jest! the old man hath found their guilt;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1706" ed="F1"/></l><l>And sends them weapons wrapp'd about with lines,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1707" ed="F1"/></l><l>That wound, beyond their feeling, to the quick.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1708" ed="F1"/></l><l>But were our witty empress well afoot,
<lb n="30" ed="G"/><lb n="1709" ed="F1"/></l><l>She would applaud Andronicus' conceit:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1710" ed="F1"/></l><l>But let her rest in her unrest awhile.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1711" ed="F1"/></l><l>And now, young lord, was't not a happy star
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1712" ed="F1"/></l><l>Led us to Rome, strangers, and more than so,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1713" ed="F1"/></l><l>Captives, to be advanced to this height?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1714" ed="F1"/></l><l>It did me good, before the palace gate
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1715" ed="F1"/></l><l>To brave the tribune in his brother's hearing.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1716" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-10"><speaker>Dem.</speaker><l>But me more good, to see so great a lord
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1717" ed="F1"/></l><l>Basely insinuate and send us gifts.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1718" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l>Had he not reason, Lord Demetrius?
<lb n="40" ed="G"/><lb n="1719" ed="F1"/></l><l>Did you not use his daughter very friendly?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1720" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-10"><speaker>Dem.</speaker><l>I would we had a thousand Roman dames
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1721" ed="F1"/></l><l>At such a bay, by turn to serve our lust.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1722" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-8"><speaker>Chi.</speaker><l>A charitable wish and full of love.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1723" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l>Here lacks but your mother for to say amen.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1724" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-8"><speaker>Chi.</speaker><l>And that would she for twenty thousand more.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1725" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-10"><speaker>Dem.</speaker><l>Come, let us go; and pray to all the gods
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1726" ed="F1"/></l><l>For our beloved mother in her pains.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1727" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><stage>Aside</stage><l>Pray to the devils; the gods have given us over.
<lb n="1728" ed="F1"/><stage>Trumpets sound within.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1729" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-10"><speaker>Dem.</speaker><l>Why do the emperor's trumpets flourish thus?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1730" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-8"><speaker>Chi.</speaker><l>Belike, for joy the emperor hath a son.

<lb n="51" ed="G"/><lb n="1731" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-10"><speaker>Dem.</speaker><l part="I">Soft! who comes here?
<lb n="1732" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Enter a Nurse, with a blackamoor Child in her arms. </stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1733" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-19"><speaker>Nur.</speaker><l part="F">Good morrow, lords:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1734" ed="F1"/></l><l>O, tell me, did you see Aaron the Moor?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1735" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l>Well, more or less, or ne'er a whit at all,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1736" ed="F1"/></l><l>Here Aaron is; and what with Aaron now?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1737" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-19"><speaker>Nur.</speaker><l>O gentle Aaron, we are all undone!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1738" ed="F1"/></l><l>Now help, or woe betide thee evermore!

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1739" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l>Why, what a caterwauling dost thou keep!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1740" ed="F1"/></l><l>What dost thou wrap and fumble in thine arms ?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1741" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-19"><speaker>Nur.</speaker><l>O, that which I would hide from heaven's eye,
<lb n="60" ed="G"/><lb n="1742" ed="F1"/></l><l>Our empress' shame, and stately Rome's disgrace!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1743" ed="F1"/></l><l>She is deliver'd, lords; she is deliver'd.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1744" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l>To whom?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1745" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-19"><speaker>Nur.</speaker><l>I mean, she is brought a-bed.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1746" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l>Well, God give her good rest! <lb n="1747" ed="F1"/>What hath he sent her?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1748" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-19"><speaker>Nur.</speaker><l>A devil.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1749" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l>Why, then she is the devil's dam; a joyful issue.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1750" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-19"><speaker>Nur.</speaker><l>A joyless, dismal, black, and sorrowful issue:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1751" ed="F1"/></l><l>Here is the babe, as loathsome as a toad
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1752" ed="F1"/></l><l>Amongst the fairest breeders of our clime:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1753" ed="F1"/></l><l>The empress sends it thee, thy stamp, thy seal,
<lb n="71" ed="G"/><lb n="1754" ed="F1"/></l><l>And bids thee christen it with thy dagger's point.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1755" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l>'Zounds, ye whore! is black so base a hue?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1756" ed="F1"/></l><l>Sweet blowse, you are a beauteous blossom, sure.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1757" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-10"><speaker>Dem.</speaker><l>Villain, what hast thou done?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1758" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l>That which thou canst not undo.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1759" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-8"><speaker>Chi.</speaker><l>Thou hast undone our mother.

<lb ed="G"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l>Villain, I have done thy mother.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1760" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-10"><speaker>Dem.</speaker><l>And therein, hellish dog, thou hast undone.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1761" ed="F1"/></l><l>Woe to her chance, and damn'd her loathed choice!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1762" ed="F1"/></l><l>Accursed the offspring of so foul a fiend!

<lb n="81" ed="G"/><lb n="1763" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-8"><speaker>Chi.</speaker><l>It shall not live.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1764" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l part="Y">It shall not die.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1765" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-19"><speaker>Nur.</speaker><l>Aaron, it must; the mother wills it so.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1766" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l>What, must it, nurse? then let no man but I
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1767" ed="F1"/></l><l>Do execution on my flesh and blood.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1768" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-10"><speaker>Dem.</speaker><l>I'll broach the tadpole on my rapier's point:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1769" ed="F1"/></l><l>Nurse, give it me; my sword shall soon dispatch it.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1770" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l>Sooner this sword shall plough thy bowels up.
<stage>Takes the Child from the Nurse, and draws. </stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1771" ed="F1"/></l><l>Stay, murderous villains! will you kill your brother ?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1772" ed="F1"/></l><l>Now, by the burning tapers of the sky,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1773" ed="F1"/></l><l>That shone so brightly when this boy was got,
<lb n="91" ed="G"/><lb n="1774" ed="F1"/></l><l>He dies upon my scimitar's sharp point
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1775" ed="F1"/></l><l>That touches this my first-born son and heir!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1776" ed="F1"/></l><l>I tell you, younglings, not Enceladus,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1777" ed="F1"/></l><l>With all his threatening band of Typhon's brood,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1778" ed="F1"/></l><l>Nor great Alcides, nor the god of war,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1779" ed="F1"/></l><l>Shall seize this prey out of his father's hands.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1780" ed="F1"/></l><l>What, what, ye sanguine, shallow-hearted boys!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1781" ed="F1"/></l><l>Ye white-limed walls! ye alehouse painted signs!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1782" ed="F1"/></l><l>Coal-black is better than another hue,
<lb n="100" ed="G"/><lb n="1783" ed="F1"/></l><l>In that it scorns to bear another hue;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1784" ed="F1"/></l><l>For all the water in the ocean
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1785" ed="F1"/></l><l>Can never turn the swan's black legs to white,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1786" ed="F1"/></l><l>Although she lave them hourly in the flood.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1787" ed="F1"/></l><l>Tell the empress from me, I am of age
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1788" ed="F1"/></l><l>To keep mine own, excuse it how she can.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1789" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-10"><speaker>Dem.</speaker><l>Wilt thou betray thy noble mistress thus?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1790" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l>My mistress is my mistress; this myself,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1791" ed="F1"/></l><l>The vigour and the picture of my youth:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1792" ed="F1"/></l><l>This before all the world do I prefer;
<lb n="110" ed="G"/><lb n="1793" ed="F1"/></l><l>This maugre all the world will I keep safe,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1794" ed="F1"/></l><l>Or some of you shall smoke for it in Rome.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1795" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-10"><speaker>Dem.</speaker><l>By this our mother is for ever shamed.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1796" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-8"><speaker>Chi.</speaker><l>Rome will despise her for this foul escape.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1797" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-19"><speaker>Nur.</speaker><l>The emperor, in his rage, will doom her death.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1798" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-8"><speaker>Chi.</speaker><l>I blush to think upon this ignomy.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1799" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l>Why, there's the privilege your beauty bears:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1800" ed="F1"/></l><l>Fie, treacherous hue, that will betray with blushing
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1801" ed="F1"/></l><l>The close enacts and counsels of the heart!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1802" ed="F1"/></l><l>Here 's a young lad framed of another leer:
<lb n="120" ed="G"/><lb n="1803" ed="F1"/></l><l>Look, how the black slave smiles upon the father,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1804" ed="F1"/></l><l>As who should say 'Old lad, I am   thine own.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1805" ed="F1"/></l><l>He is your brother, lords, sensibly fed
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1806" ed="F1"/></l><l>Of that self-blood that first gave life to you,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1807" ed="F1"/></l><l>And from   the womb where you imprison'd were
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1808" ed="F1"/></l><l>He is enfranchised and come to light:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1809" ed="F1"/></l><l>Nay, he is your brother by the surer side,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1810" ed="F1"/></l><l>Although my seal be stamped in his face.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1811" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-19"><speaker>Nur.</speaker><l>Aaron, what shall I say unto the empress ?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1812" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-10"><speaker>Dem.</speaker><l>Advise thee, Aaron, what is to be done,
<lb n="130" ed="G"/><lb n="1813" ed="F1"/></l><l>And we will all subscribe to thy advice:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1814" ed="F1"/></l><l>Save thou the child, so we may all be safe.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1815" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l>Then sit we down, and let us all consult.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1816" ed="F1"/></l><l>My son and I will have the wind of you:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1817" ed="F1"/></l><l>Keep there: now   talk at pleasure of your safety.
<stage>They sit. </stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1818" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-10"><speaker>Dem.</speaker><l>How many women saw this child of his?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1819" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l>Why, so, brave lords! when we join in league,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1820" ed="F1"/></l><l>I am a lamb: but if you brave the Moor,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1821" ed="F1"/></l><l>The chafed boar, the mountain lioness,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1822" ed="F1"/></l><l>The ocean swells not so as Aaron storms.
<lb n="140" ed="G"/><lb n="1823" ed="F1"/></l><l>But say, again, how many saw the child?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1824" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-19"><speaker>Nur.</speaker><l>Cornelia the midwife and myself;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1825" ed="F1"/></l><l>And no one else but the deliver'd empress.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1826" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l>The empress, the midwife, and yourself:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1827" ed="F1"/></l><l>Two may keep counsel when the third 's away:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1828" ed="F1"/></l><l>Go to the empress, tell her this I said.
<stage>He kills the nurse.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1829" ed="F1"/></l><l>Weke, weke! so cries a pig prepared to the spit.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1830" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-10"><speaker>Dem.</speaker><l>What mean'st thou, Aaron? <lb n="1831" ed="F1"/>wherefore didst thou this?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1832" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l>O Lord, sir, 'tis a deed of policy:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1833" ed="F1"/></l><l>Shall she live to betray this guilt of ours,
<lb n="150" ed="G"/><lb n="1834" ed="F1"/></l><l>A long-tongued babbling gossip? no, lords, no:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1835" ed="F1"/></l><l>And now be it known to you my full intent.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1836" ed="F1"/></l><l>Not far, one Muli lives, my countryman;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1837" ed="F1"/></l><l>His wife but yesternight was brought to bed;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1838" ed="F1"/></l><l>His child is like to her, fair as you are:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1839" ed="F1"/></l><l>Go pack with him, and give the mother gold,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1840" ed="F1"/></l><l>And tell them both the circumstance of all,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1841" ed="F1"/></l><l>And how by this their child shall be advanced,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1842" ed="F1"/></l><l>And be received for the emperor's heir,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1843" ed="F1"/></l><l>And substituted in the place of mine,
<lb n="160" ed="G"/><lb n="1844" ed="F1"/></l><l>To calm this tempest whirling in the court;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1845" ed="F1"/></l><l>And let the emperor dandle him for his own.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1846" ed="F1"/></l><l>Hark ye, lords; ye see I have given her physic,
<stage>Pointing to the nurse.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1847" ed="F1"/></l><l>And you must needs bestow her funeral;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1848" ed="F1"/></l><l>The fields are near, and you are gallant grooms:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1849" ed="F1"/></l><l>This done, see that you take no longer days,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1850" ed="F1"/></l><l>But send the midwife presently to me.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1851" ed="F1"/></l><l>The midwife and the nurse well made away,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1852" ed="F1"/></l><l>Then let the ladies tattle what they please.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1853" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-8"><speaker>Chi.</speaker><l>Aaron, I see thou wilt not trust the air
<lb n="170" ed="G"/></l><l part="I">With secrets.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1854" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-10"><speaker>Dem.</speaker><l part="F">For this care of Tamora,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1855" ed="F1"/></l><l>Herself and hers are highly bound to thee.
<stage>Exeunt Dem. and Chi. bearing off the Nurse's body.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1856" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l>Now to the Goths, as swift as swallow flies;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1857" ed="F1"/></l><l>There to dispose this treasure in mine arms,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1858" ed="F1"/></l><l>And secretly to greet the empress' friends.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1859" ed="F1"/></l><l>Come on, you thick-lipp'd slave, I'll bear you hence;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1860" ed="F1"/></l><l>For it is you that puts us to our shifts:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1861" ed="F1"/></l><l>I'll make you feed on berries and on roots,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1862" ed="F1"/></l><l>And feed on curds and whey, and suck the goat,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1863" ed="F1"/></l><l>And cabin in a cave, and bring you up
<lb n="180" ed="G"/><lb n="1864" ed="F1"/></l><l>To be a warrior, and command a camp.
<stage type="exit">Exit.</stage></l></sp>
</div2>
<div2 n="3" type="scene">
<head>SCENE III</head>
<stage type="setting"> The same. A public place. </stage>
<lb n="1865" ed="F1"/><lb n="1866" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance"> Enter TITUS, bearing arrows with letters at the ends of them; with him, MARCUS, young LUCIUS, PUBLIUS, SEMPRONIUS, CAIUS, and other Gentlemen, <lb n="1867" ed="F1"/>with bows.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1868" ed="F1"/><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Come, Marcus; come, kinsman; this is the way.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1869" ed="F1"/></l><l>Sir boy, now let me see your archery;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1870" ed="F1"/></l><l>Look ye draw home enough, and 'tis there straight.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1871" ed="F1"/></l><l>Terras Astr&aelig;a reliquit:
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>Be you remembered, Marcus, <lb n="1872" ed="F1"/>she's gone, she's fled.
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>Sirs, take you to your tools. <lb n="1873" ed="F1"/>You, cousins, shall
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>Go sound the ocean, <lb n="1874" ed="F1"/>and cast your nets;
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>Happily you may catch her in the sea;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1875" ed="F1"/></l><l>Yet there's as little justice as at land:
<lb n="10" ed="G"/><lb n="1876" ed="F1"/></l><l>No; Publius and Sempronius, you must do it;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1877" ed="F1"/></l><l>'Tis you must dig with mattock and with spade,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1878" ed="F1"/></l><l>And pierce the inmost centre of the earth:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1879" ed="F1"/></l><l>Then, when you come to Pluto's region,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1880" ed="F1"/></l><l>I pray you, deliver him this petition;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1881" ed="F1"/></l><l>Tell him, it is for justice and for aid,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1882" ed="F1"/></l><l>And that it comes from old Andronicus,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1883" ed="F1"/></l><l>Shaken with sorrows in ungrateful Rome.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1884" ed="F1"/></l><l>Ah, Rome! Well, well; I made thee miserable
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1885" ed="F1"/></l><l>What time I threw the people's suffrages
<lb n="20" ed="G"/><lb n="1886" ed="F1"/></l><l>On him that thus doth tyrannize o'er me.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1887" ed="F1"/></l><l>Go, get you gone; and pray be careful all,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1888" ed="F1"/></l><l>And leave you not a man-of-war unsearch'd:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1889" ed="F1"/></l><l>This wicked emperor may have shipp'd her hence;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1890" ed="F1"/></l><l>And, kinsmen, then may we go pipe for justice.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1891" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>O Publius, is not this a heavy case,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1892" ed="F1"/></l><l>To see thy noble uncle thus distract?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1893" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-20"><speaker>Pub.</speaker><l>Therefore, my lord, it highly us concerns
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1894" ed="F1"/></l><l>By day and night to attend him carefully,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1895" ed="F1"/></l><l>And feed his humour kindly as we may,
<lb n="30" ed="G"/><lb n="1896" ed="F1"/></l><l>Till time beget some careful remedy.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1897" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>Kinsmen, his sorrows are past remedy.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1898" ed="F1"/></l><l>Join with the Goths; and with revengeful war
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1899" ed="F1"/></l><l>Take wreak on Rome for this ingratitude,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1900" ed="F1"/></l><l>And vengeance on the traitor Saturnine.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1901" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Publius, how now I how now, my masters !
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1902" ed="F1"/></l><l>What, have you met with her?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1903" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-20"><speaker>Pub.</speaker><l>No, my good lord; but Pluto sends you word,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1904" ed="F1"/></l><l>If you will have Revenge from hell, you shall:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1905" ed="F1"/></l><l>Marry, for Justice, she is so employ'd,
<lb n="40" ed="G"/><lb n="1906" ed="F1"/></l><l>He thinks, with Jove in heaven, or somewhere else,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1907" ed="F1"/></l><l>So that perforce you must needs stay a time.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1908" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>He doth me wrong to feed me with delays.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1909" ed="F1"/></l><l>I'll dive into the burning lake below,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1910" ed="F1"/></l><l>And pull her out of Acheron by the heels.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1911" ed="F1"/></l><l>Marcus, we are but shrubs, no cedars we,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1912" ed="F1"/></l><l>No big-boned men framed of the Cyclops' size;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1913" ed="F1"/></l><l>But metal, Marcus, steel to the very back,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1914" ed="F1"/></l><l>Yet wrung with wrongs more than our backs can bear:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1915" ed="F1"/></l><l>And sith there's no justice in earth nor hell,
<lb n="50" ed="G"/><lb n="1916" ed="F1"/></l><l>We will solicit heaven and move the gods
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1917" ed="F1"/></l><l>To send down Justice for to wreak our wrongs.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1918" ed="F1"/></l><l>Come, to this gear. You are a good archer, Marcus;
<lb n="1919" ed="F1"/><stage>He gives them the arrows. </stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1920" ed="F1"/></l><l>'Ad Jovem,' that's for you: here, 'Ad Apollinem:'
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1921" ed="F1"/></l><l>'Ad Martem,' that's for myself:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1922" ed="F1"/></l><l>Here, boy, to Pallas: here, to Mercury:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1923" ed="F1"/></l><l>To Saturn, Caius, not to Saturnine;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1924" ed="F1"/></l><l>You were as good to shoot against the wind.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1925" ed="F1"/></l><l>To it, boy!   Marcus, loose when I bid.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1926" ed="F1"/></l><l>Of my word, I have written to effect;
<lb n="60" ed="G"/><lb n="1927" ed="F1"/></l><l>There's not a god left unsolicited.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1928" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>Kinsmen, shoot all your shafts into the court:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1929" ed="F1"/></l><l>We will afflict the emperor in his pride.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1930" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Now, masters, draw.   <stage>They shoot.</stage>O, well said, Lucius!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1931" ed="F1"/></l><l>Good boy, in Virgo's lap; give it Pallas.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1932" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>My lord, I aim a mile beyond the moon;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1933" ed="F1"/></l><l>Your letter is with Jupiter by this.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1934" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Ha, ha!
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>Publius, Publius, what hast thou done?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1935" ed="F1"/></l><l>See, see, thou hast shot off one of Taurus' horns.

<lb n="70" ed="G"/><lb n="1936" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>This was the sport, my lord: when Publius shot,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1937" ed="F1"/></l><l>The Bull, being gall'd, gave Aries such a knock
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1938" ed="F1"/></l><l>That down fell both the Ram's horns in the court;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1939" ed="F1"/></l><l>And who should find them but the empress' villain?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1940" ed="F1"/></l><l>She laugh'd, and told the Moor he should not choose
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1941" ed="F1"/></l><l>But give them to his master for a present.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1942" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Why, there it goes: God give his lordship joy!
<lb n="1943" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance"> Enter a Clown, with a basket, and two pigeons in it.  </stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1944" ed="F1"/></l><l>News, news from heaven!   <lb n="1945" ed="F1"/>Marcus, the post is come.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1946" ed="F1"/></l><l>Sirrah, what tidings? have you any letters?
<lb n="79" ed="G"/><lb n="1947" ed="F1"/></l><l>Shall I have justice? what says Jupiter?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1948" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-9"><speaker>Clo.</speaker><p>O, the gibbet-maker! he says that he
<lb ed="G"/>hath taken <lb n="1949" ed="F1"/>them down again, for the man
<lb ed="G"/>must not be hanged <lb n="1950" ed="F1"/>till the next week.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1951" ed="F1"/></p></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><p>But what says Jupiter, I ask thee?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1952" ed="F1"/></p></sp><sp who="tit-9"><speaker>Clo.</speaker><p>Alas, sir, I know not Jupiter; <lb n="1953" ed="F1"/>I never
<lb ed="G"/>drank with him in all my life.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1954" ed="F1"/></p></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><p>Why, villain, art not thou the carrier?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1955" ed="F1"/></p></sp><sp who="tit-9"><speaker>Clo.</speaker><p>Ay, of my pigeons, sir; nothing else.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1956" ed="F1"/></p></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><p>Why, didst thou not come from heaven?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1957" ed="F1"/></p></sp><sp who="tit-9"><speaker>Clo.</speaker><p>From heaven! alas, sir, I never came
<lb ed="G"/>there: <lb n="1958" ed="F1"/>God forbid I should be so bold to
<lb ed="G"/>press to heaven in my <lb n="1959" ed="F1"/>young days. Why, I am
<lb ed="G"/>going with my pigeons to the <lb n="1960" ed="F1"/>tribunal plebs,
<lb ed="G"/>to take up a matter of brawl betwixt <lb n="1961" ed="F1"/>my uncle
<lb ed="G"/>and one of the emperial's men.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1962" ed="F1"/></p></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><p>Why, sir, that is as fit as can be to
<lb ed="G"/>serve for your <lb n="1963" ed="F1"/>oration; and let him deliver the
<lb ed="G"/>pigeons to the emperor <lb n="1964" ed="F1"/>from you.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1965" ed="F1"/></p></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><p>Tell me, can you deliver an oration to
<lb ed="G"/>the emperor <lb n="1966" ed="F1"/>with a grace?

<lb n="100" ed="G"/><lb n="1967" ed="F1"/></p></sp><sp who="tit-9"><speaker>Clo.</speaker><p>Nay, truly sir, I could never say grace in all <lb n="1968" ed="F1"/>my life.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1969" ed="F1"/></p></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Sirrah, come thither: make no more ado,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1970" ed="F1"/></l><l>But give your pigeons to the emperor:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1971" ed="F1"/></l><l>By me thou shalt have justice at his hands.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1972" ed="F1"/></l><l>Hold, hold; meanwhile here's money for thy charges.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1973" ed="F1"/></l><p>Give me pen and ink. <lb n="1974" ed="F1"/>Sirrah, can you with
<lb ed="G"/>a grace deliver a supplication?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1975" ed="F1"/></p></sp><sp who="tit-9"><speaker>Clo.</speaker><p>Ay, sir.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1976" ed="F1"/></p></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><p>Then here is a supplication for you.
<lb ed="G"/>And when <lb n="1977" ed="F1"/>you come to him, at the first approach
<lb ed="G"/>you must kneel, <lb n="1978" ed="F1"/>then kiss his foot, then
<lb ed="G"/>deliver up your pigeons, and <lb n="1979" ed="F1"/>then look for
<lb ed="G"/>your reward I'll be at hand, sir; see you do
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1980" ed="F1"/>it bravely.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1981" ed="F1"/></p></sp><sp who="tit-9"><speaker>Clo.</speaker><p>I warrant you, sir, let me alone.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1982" ed="F1"/></p></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Sirrah, hast thou a knife? come, let me see it.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1983" ed="F1"/></l><l>Here, Marcus, fold it in the oration;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1984" ed="F1"/></l><l>For thou hast made it like an humble suppliant.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1985" ed="F1"/></l><l>And when thou hast given it the emperor,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1986" ed="F1"/></l><l>Knock at my door, and tell me what he says.

<lb n="120" ed="G"/><lb n="1987" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-9"><speaker>Clo.</speaker><l>God be with you, sir; I will.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1988" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Come, Marcus, let us go. Publius, follow me.
<lb n="1989" ed="F1"/><stage type="exit">Exeunt.</stage></l></sp>
</div2>
<div2 n="4" type="scene">
<head>SCENE IV</head>
<stage type="setting">   The same. Before the palace. </stage>
<lb n="1990" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Enter SATURNINUS, TAMORA, DEMETRIUS, CHIRON, Lords, and others; <lb n="1991" ed="F1"/>SATURNINUS with the arrows in his hand <lb n="1992" ed="F1"/>that TITUS shot.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1993" ed="F1"/><sp who="tit-22"><speaker>Sat.</speaker><l>Why, lords, <lb n="1994" ed="F1"/>what wrongs are these was ever seen
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1995" ed="F1"/></l><l>An emperor in Rome thus overborne,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1996" ed="F1"/></l><l>Troubled, confronted thus; and, for the extent
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1997" ed="F1"/></l><l>Of egal justice, used in such contempt?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1998" ed="F1"/></l><l>My lords, you know, as know   the mightful gods,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1999" ed="F1"/></l><l>However these disturbers of our peace
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2000" ed="F1"/></l><l>Buz in the people's ears, there nought hath passed,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2001" ed="F1"/></l><l>But even with law, against the wilful sons
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2002" ed="F1"/></l><l>Of old Andronicus. And what an if
<lb n="10" ed="G"/><lb n="2003" ed="F1"/></l><l>His sorrows have so overwhelm'd his wits,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2004" ed="F1"/></l><l>Shall we be thus afflicted in his wreaks,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2005" ed="F1"/></l><l>His fits, his frenzy, and his bitterness?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2006" ed="F1"/></l><l>And now he writes to heaven for his redress:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2007" ed="F1"/></l><l>See, here's to Jove, and this to Mercury;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2008" ed="F1"/></l><l>This to Apollo; this to the god of war;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2009" ed="F1"/></l><l>Sweet scrolls to fly about the streets of Rome!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2010" ed="F1"/></l><l>What's this but libelling against the senate,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2011" ed="F1"/></l><l>And blazoning our injustice every where?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2012" ed="F1"/></l><l>A goodly humour, is it not, my lords?
<lb n="20" ed="G"/><lb n="2013" ed="F1"/></l><l>As who would say, in Rome no justice were.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2014" ed="F1"/></l><l>But if I live, his feigned ecstasies
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2015" ed="F1"/></l><l>Shall be no shelter to these outrages:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2016" ed="F1"/></l><l>But he and his shall know that justice lives
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2017" ed="F1"/></l><l>In Saturninus' health, whom, if she sleep,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2018" ed="F1"/></l><l>He'll so awake as she in fury shall
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2019" ed="F1"/></l><l>Cut off the proud'st conspirator that lives.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2020" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-24"><speaker>Tam.</speaker><l>My gracious lord, my lovely Saturnine,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2021" ed="F1"/></l><l>Lord of my life, commander of my thoughts,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2022" ed="F1"/></l><l>Calm thee, and bear the faults of Titus' age,
<lb n="30" ed="G"/><lb n="2023" ed="F1"/></l><l>The effects of sorrow for his valiant sons,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2024" ed="F1"/></l><l>Whose loss hath pierced him deep and scarr'd his heart;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2025" ed="F1"/></l><l>And rather comfort his distressed plight
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2026" ed="F1"/></l><l>Than prosecute the meanest or the best
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2027" ed="F1"/></l><l>For these contempts. <stage>Aside</stage> Why, thus it shall become
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2028" ed="F1"/></l><l>High-witted Tamora to gloze with all:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2029" ed="F1"/></l><l>But, Titus, I have touch'd thee to the quick,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2030" ed="F1"/></l><l>Thy life-blood out: if Aaron now be wise,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2031" ed="F1"/></l><l>Then is all safe, the anchor's in the port.
<lb n="2032" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Enter Clown.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2033" ed="F1"/></l><l>How now, good fellow! wouldst thou speak with us?

<lb n="40" ed="G"/><lb n="2034" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-9"><speaker>Clo.</speaker><p>Yea, forsooth, an your mistership be emperial.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2035" ed="F1"/></p></sp><sp who="tit-24"><speaker>Tam.</speaker><l>Empress I am, but yonder sits the emperor.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2036" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-9"><speaker>Clo.</speaker><p>'Tis he. God and Saint Stephen give
<lb ed="G"/>you good den: <lb n="2037" ed="F1"/>I have brought you a letter and
<lb ed="G"/>a couple of pigeons here.
<lb n="2038" ed="F1"/><stage>Saturninus reads the letter.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2039" ed="F1"/></p></sp><sp who="tit-22"><speaker>Sat.</speaker><l>Go, take him away, and hang him presently.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2040" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-9"><speaker>Clo.</speaker><p>How much money must I have?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2041" ed="F1"/></p></sp><sp who="tit-24"><speaker>Tam.</speaker><p>Come, sirrah, you must be hanged.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2042" ed="F1"/></p></sp><sp who="tit-9"><speaker>Clo.</speaker><p>Hanged! by'r lady, then I have
<lb ed="G"/>brought up a neck <lb n="2043" ed="F1"/>to a fair end.
<stage type="exit">Exit, guarded.</stage>

<lb n="50" ed="G"/><lb n="2044" ed="F1"/></p></sp><sp who="tit-22"><speaker>Sat.</speaker><l>Despiteful and intolerable wrongs!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2045" ed="F1"/></l><l>Shall I endure this monstrous villany?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2046" ed="F1"/></l><l>I know from whence this same device proceeds:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2047" ed="F1"/></l><l>May this be borne?&mdash;as if his traitorous sons,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2048" ed="F1"/></l><l>That died by law for murder of our brother,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2049" ed="F1"/></l><l>Have by my means been butcher'd wrongfully!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2050" ed="F1"/></l><l>Go, drag the villain hither by the hair;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2051" ed="F1"/></l><l>Nor age nor honour shall shape privilege:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2052" ed="F1"/></l><l>For this proud mock I'll be thy slaughterman;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2053" ed="F1"/></l><l>Sly frantic wretch, that hop'st to make me great,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2054" ed="F1"/></l><l>In hope thyself should govern Rome and me.
<lb n="2055" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Enter &AElig;MILIUS.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2056" ed="F1"/></l><l>What news with thee, &AElig;milius?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2057" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-2"><speaker>&AElig;mil.</speaker><l>Arm, arm, my lord;&mdash;Rome never had more cause.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2058" ed="F1"/></l><l>The Goths have gather'd head; and with a power
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2059" ed="F1"/></l><l>Of high-resolved men, bent to the spoil,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2060" ed="F1"/></l><l>They hither march amain, under conduct
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2061" ed="F1"/></l><l>Of Lucius, son to old Andronicus;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2062" ed="F1"/></l><l>Who threats, in course of this revenge, to do
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2063" ed="F1"/></l><l>As much as ever Coriolanus did.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2064" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-22"><speaker>Sat.</speaker><l>Is warlike   Lucius general of the Goths ?
<lb n="70" ed="G"/><lb n="2065" ed="F1"/></l><l>These tidings nip me, and I hang the head
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2066" ed="F1"/></l><l>As flowers with frost or grass beat down with storms:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2067" ed="F1"/></l><l>Ay, now begin our sorrows to approach:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2068" ed="F1"/></l><l>'Tis he the common people love so much;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2069" ed="F1"/></l><l>Myself hath often over-heard them say,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2070" ed="F1"/></l><l>When I have walked like a private man,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2071" ed="F1"/></l><l>That Lucius' banishment was wrongfully,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2072" ed="F1"/></l><l>And they have wish'd that Lucius were their emperor.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2073" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-24"><speaker>Tam.</speaker><l>Why should you fear? is not your city strong?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2074" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-22"><speaker>Sat.</speaker><l>Ay, but the citizens favour Lucius,
<lb n="80" ed="G"/><lb n="2075" ed="F1"/></l><l>And will revolt from me to succour him.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2076" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-24"><speaker>Tam.</speaker><l>King, be thy thoughts imperious, like thy name.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2077" ed="F1"/></l><l>Is the sun dimm'd, that gnats do fly in it?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2078" ed="F1"/></l><l>The eagle suffers little birds to sing,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2079" ed="F1"/></l><l>And is not careful what they mean thereby,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2080" ed="F1"/></l><l>Knowing that with the shadow of his wings
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2081" ed="F1"/></l><l>He can at pleasure stint their melody;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2082" ed="F1"/></l><l>Even so mayst thou the giddy men of Rome.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2083" ed="F1"/></l><l>Then cheer thy spirit: for know, thou emperor,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2084" ed="F1"/></l><l>I will enchant the old Andronicus
<lb n="90" ed="G"/><lb n="2085" ed="F1"/></l><l>With words more sweet, and yet more dangerous,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2086" ed="F1"/></l><l>Than baits to fish, or honey-stalks to sheep,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2087" ed="F1"/></l><l>When as the one is wounded with the bait,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2088" ed="F1"/></l><l>The other rotted with delicious feed.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2089" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-22"><speaker>Sat.</speaker><l>But he will not entreat his son for us.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2090" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-24"><speaker>Tam.</speaker><l>If Tamora entreat him, then he will:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2091" ed="F1"/></l><l>For I can smooth and fill his aged ear
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2092" ed="F1"/></l><l>With golden promises; that, were his heart
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2093" ed="F1"/></l><l>Almost impregnable, his old ears deaf,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2094" ed="F1"/></l><l>Yet should both ear and heart obey my tongue.
<lb n="100" ed="G"/><lb n="2095" ed="F1"/></l><l><stage>To &AElig;milius</stage> Go thou before, be our ambassador:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2096" ed="F1"/></l><l>Say that the emperor requests a parley
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2097" ed="F1"/></l><l>Of warlike Lucius, and appoint the meeting
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>Even at his father's house, the old Andronicus.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2098" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-22"><speaker>Sat.</speaker><l>&AElig;milius, do this message honourably:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2099" ed="F1"/></l><l>And if he stand on hostage for his safety,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2100" ed="F1"/></l><l>Bid him demand what pledge will please him best.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2101" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-2"><speaker>&AElig;mil.</speaker><l>Your bidding shall I do effectually.
<stage type="exit">Exit.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2102" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-24"><speaker>Tam.</speaker><l>Now will I to that old Andronicus,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2103" ed="F1"/></l><l>And temper him with all the art I have,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2104" ed="F1"/></l><l>To pluck proud Lucius from the warlike Goths.
<lb n="111" ed="G"/><lb n="2105" ed="F1"/></l><l>And now, sweet emperor, be blithe again,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2106" ed="F1"/></l><l>And bury all thy fear in my devices.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2107" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-22"><speaker>Sat.</speaker><l>Then go successantly, and plead to him.
<stage type="exit">Exeunt. </stage></l></sp>
</div2>
  </div1>
  
<div1 n="5" type="act">
  <head>ACT V</head><lb n="2108" ed="F1"/>
<div2 n="1" type="scene">
<head>SCENE I</head>
<stage type="setting"> Plains near Rome. </stage>
<lb n="2109" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Enter Lucius with an army of Goths, <lb n="2110" ed="F1"/>with drum and colours.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2111" ed="F1"/><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>Approved warriors, and my faithful friends,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2112" ed="F1"/></l><l>I have received letters from great Rome,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2113" ed="F1"/></l><l>Which signify what hate they bear their emperor
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2114" ed="F1"/></l><l>And how desirous of our sight they are.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2115" ed="F1"/></l><l>Therefore, great lords, be, as your titles witness,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2116" ed="F1"/></l><l>Imperious and impatient of your wrongs,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2117" ed="F1"/></l><l>And wherein Rome hath done you any scath,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2118" ed="F1"/></l><l>Let him make treble satisfaction.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2119" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-11"><speaker>First Goth.</speaker><l>Brave slip, sprung from   the great Andronicus,
<lb n="10" ed="G"/><lb n="2120" ed="F1"/></l><l>Whose name was once our terror, now our comfort:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2121" ed="F1"/></l><l>Whose high exploits and honourable deeds
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2122" ed="F1"/></l><l>Ungrateful Rome requites with foul contempt,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2123" ed="F1"/></l><l>Be bold in us: we'll follow where thou lead'st,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2124" ed="F1"/></l><l>Like stinging bees in hottest summer's day
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2125" ed="F1"/></l><l>Led by their master to the flowered fields,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2126" ed="F1"/></l><l>And be avenged on cursed Tamora.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2127" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp><speaker>All the Goths.</speaker><l>And as he saith, so say we all with him.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2128" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>I humbly thank him, and I thank you all.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2129" ed="F1"/></l><l>But who comes here, led by a lusty Goth?

<lb n="2130" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Enter a Goth, leading AARON with his Child <lb n="2131" ed="F1"/>in his arms.</stage>

<lb n="20" ed="G"/><lb n="2132" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-11"><speaker>Sec. Goth.</speaker><l>Renowned Lucius, from   our troops I stray'd
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2133" ed="F1"/></l><l>To gaze upon a ruinous monastery;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2134" ed="F1"/></l><l>And, as I earnestly did fix mine eye
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2135" ed="F1"/></l><l>Upon the wasted building, suddenly
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2136" ed="F1"/></l><l>I heard a child cry underneath a wall.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2137" ed="F1"/></l><l>I made unto the noise; when soon I heard
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2138" ed="F1"/></l><l>The crying babe controlled with this discourse:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2139" ed="F1"/></l><l>'Peace, tawny slave, half me and half thy dam!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2140" ed="F1"/></l><l>Did not thy hue betray whose brat thou art,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2141" ed="F1"/></l><l>Had nature lent thee but thy mother's look,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2142" ed="F1"/></l><l>Villain, thou mightst have been an emperor:
<lb n="31" ed="G"/><lb n="2143" ed="F1"/></l><l>But where the bull and cow are both milkwhite,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2144" ed="F1"/></l><l>They never do beget a coal-black calf.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2145" ed="F1"/></l><l>Peace, villain, peace! '&mdash;even thus he rates the babe,&mdash;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2146" ed="F1"/></l><l>'For I must bear thee to a trusty Goth;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2147" ed="F1"/></l><l>Who, when he knows thou art the empress' babe,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2148" ed="F1"/></l><l>Will hold thee dearly for thy mother's sake.'
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2149" ed="F1"/></l><l>With this, my weapon drawn, I rush'd upon him,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2150" ed="F1"/></l><l>Surprised   him   suddenly, and brought him hither,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2151" ed="F1"/></l><l>To use as you think needful of the man.

<lb n="40" ed="G"/><lb n="2152" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>O worthy Goth, this is the incarnate devil
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2153" ed="F1"/></l><l>That robb'd Andronicus of his good hand;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2154" ed="F1"/></l><l>This is the pearl that pleased your empress' eye,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2155" ed="F1"/></l><l>And here's the base fruit of his burning lust.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2156" ed="F1"/></l><l>Say, wall-eyed slave, whither wouldst thou convey
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2157" ed="F1"/></l><l>This growing image of thy fiend-like face?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2158" ed="F1"/></l><l>Why dost not speak? what, deaf? not a word?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2159" ed="F1"/></l><l>A halter, soldiers! hang him on this tree,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2160" ed="F1"/></l><l>And by his side his fruit of bastardy.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2161" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l>Touch not the boy; he is of royal blood.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2162" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>Too like the sire for ever being good.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2163" ed="F1"/></l><l>First hang the child, that he may see it sprawl;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2164" ed="F1"/></l><l>A sight to vex the father's soul withal.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2165" ed="F1"/></l><l part="I">Get me a ladder.
<stage>A ladder is brought, which Aaron is  made to ascend.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l part="F">Lucius, save the child,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2166" ed="F1"/></l><l>And bear it from me to the empress.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2167" ed="F1"/></l><l>If thou do this, I'll show thee wondrous things,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2168" ed="F1"/></l><l>That highly may advantage thee to hear:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2169" ed="F1"/></l><l>If thou wilt not, befall what may befall,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2170" ed="F1"/></l><l>I'll  speak no more but 'Vengeance rot you all!'

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2171" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>Say on: an if it please me which thou speak'st,
<lb n="60" ed="G"/><lb n="2172" ed="F1"/></l><l>The child shall live, and I will see it nourish'd.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2173" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l>An if it please thee! why, assure thee, Lucius,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2174" ed="F1"/></l><l>'Twill vex thy soul to hear what I shall speak;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2175" ed="F1"/></l><l>For I must talk of murders, rapes, and massacres,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2176" ed="F1"/></l><l>Acts of black night, abominable deeds.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2177" ed="F1"/></l><l>Complots of mischief, treason, villanies
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2178" ed="F1"/></l><l>Ruthful to hear, yet piteously perform'd:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2179" ed="F1"/></l><l>And this shall all be buried by my death,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2180" ed="F1"/></l><l>Unless thou swear to me my child shall live.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2181" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>Tell on thy mind; <lb n="2182" ed="F1"/>I say thy child shall live.

<lb n="70" ed="G"/><lb n="2183" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l>Swear that he shall, and then I will begin.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2184" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>Who should I swear by? <lb n="2185" ed="F1"/>thou believest no god:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2186" ed="F1"/></l><l>That granted, how canst thou believe an oath?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2187" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l>What if I do not? as, indeed, I do not;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2188" ed="F1"/></l><l>Yet, for I know thou art religious
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2189" ed="F1"/></l><l>And hast a thing within thee called conscience,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2190" ed="F1"/></l><l>With twenty popish tricks and ceremonies,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2191" ed="F1"/></l><l>Which I have seen thee careful to observe,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2192" ed="F1"/></l><l>Therefore I urge thy oath; for that I know
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2193" ed="F1"/></l><l>An idiot holds his bauble for a god
<lb n="80" ed="G"/><lb n="2194" ed="F1"/></l><l>And keeps the oath which by that god he swears,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2195" ed="F1"/></l><l>To that I'll urge him: therefore thou shalt vow
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2196" ed="F1"/></l><l>By that same god, what god soe'er it be,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2197" ed="F1"/></l><l>That thou adorest, and hast in reverence,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2198" ed="F1"/></l><l>To save my boy, to nourish and bring him up;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2199" ed="F1"/></l><l>Or else I will discover nought to thee.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2200" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>Even by my god, I swear to thee I will.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2201" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l>First know thou, <lb n="2202" ed="F1"/>I begot him on the empress.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2203" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>O most insatiate and luxurious woman!

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2204" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l>Tut, Lucius, that was but a deed of charity
<lb n="90" ed="G"/><lb n="2205" ed="F1"/></l><l>To that which thou shalt hear of me anon.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2206" ed="F1"/></l><l>'Twas her two sons that murdered Bassianus;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2207" ed="F1"/></l><l>They cut thy sister's tongue and ravish'd her
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2208" ed="F1"/></l><l>And cut her hands and trimm'd her as thou saw'st.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2209" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>O detestable villain! <lb n="2210" ed="F1"/>call'st thou that trimming?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2211" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l>Why, she was wash'd and cut and trimm'd, and 'twas
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2212" ed="F1"/></l><l>Trim sport for them that had the doing of it.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2213" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>O barbarous, beastly villains, like thyself!

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2214" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l>Indeed, I was their tutor to instruct them:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2215" ed="F1"/></l><l>That codding spirit had they from their mother,
<lb n="100" ed="G"/><lb n="2216" ed="F1"/></l><l>As sure a card as ever won the set;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2217" ed="F1"/></l><l>That bloody mind, I think, they learn'd of me,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2218" ed="F1"/></l><l>As true a dog as ever fought at head.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2219" ed="F1"/></l><l>Well, let my deeds be witness of my worth.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2220" ed="F1"/></l><l>I train'd thy brethren to that guileful hole
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2221" ed="F1"/></l><l>Where the dead corpse of Bassianus lay:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2222" ed="F1"/></l><l>I wrote the letter that thy father found
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2223" ed="F1"/></l><l>And hid the gold within the letter mention'd,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2224" ed="F1"/></l><l>Confederate with the queen and her two sons:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2225" ed="F1"/></l><l>And what not done, that thou hast cause to rue,
<lb n="110" ed="G"/><lb n="2226" ed="F1"/></l><l>Wherein I had no stroke of mischief in it?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2227" ed="F1"/></l><l>I play'd the cheater for thy father's hand.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2228" ed="F1"/></l><l>And, when I had it, drew myself apart
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2229" ed="F1"/></l><l>And almost broke my heart with extreme laughter:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2230" ed="F1"/></l><l>I pry'd me through the crevice of a wall
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2231" ed="F1"/></l><l>When, for his hand, he had his two sons' heads;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2232" ed="F1"/></l><l>Beheld his tears, and laugh'd so heartily,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2233" ed="F1"/></l><l>That both mine eyes were rainy like to his:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2234" ed="F1"/></l><l>And when I told the empress of this sport,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2235" ed="F1"/></l><l>She swooned almost at my pleasing tale,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2236" ed="F1"/></l><l>And for my tidings gave me twenty kisses.

<lb n="121" ed="G"/><lb n="2237" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-11"><speaker>First Goth.</speaker><l>What, canst thou say all this, and never blush?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2238" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l>Ay, like a black dog, as the saying is.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2239" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>Art thou not sorry for these heinous deeds?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2240" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l>Ay, that I had not done a thousand more.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2241" ed="F1"/></l><l>Even now I curse the day&mdash;and yet, I think,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2242" ed="F1"/></l><l>Few come within the compass of my curse&mdash;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2243" ed="F1"/></l><l>Wherein I did not some notorious ill,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2244" ed="F1"/></l><l>As kill a man, or else devise his death,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2245" ed="F1"/></l><l>Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2246" ed="F1"/></l><l>Accuse some innocent and forswear myself,
<lb n="131" ed="G"/><lb n="2247" ed="F1"/></l><l>Set deadly enmity between two friends,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2248" ed="F1"/></l><l>Make poor men's cattle break their necks;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2249" ed="F1"/></l><l>Set fire on barns and hay-stacks in the night,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2250" ed="F1"/></l><l>And bid the owners quench them with their tears.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2251" ed="F1"/></l><l>Oft have I digg'd up dead men from their graves
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2252" ed="F1"/></l><l>And set them upright at their dear friends' doors,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2253" ed="F1"/></l><l>Even when their sorrows almost were forgot;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2254" ed="F1"/></l><l>And on their skins, as on the bark of trees,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2255" ed="F1"/></l><l>Have with my knife carved in Roman letters,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2256" ed="F1"/></l><l>'Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead.'
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2257" ed="F1"/></l><l>Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful things
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2258" ed="F1"/></l><l>As willingly as one would kill a fly,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2259" ed="F1"/></l><l>And nothing grieves me heartily indeed
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2260" ed="F1"/></l><l>But that I cannot do ten thousand more.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2261" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>Bring down the devil, for he must not die
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2262" ed="F1"/></l><l>So sweet a death as hanging presently.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2263" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l>If there be devils, would I were a devil,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2264" ed="F1"/></l><l>To live and burn in everlasting fire,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2265" ed="F1"/></l><l>So I might have your company in hell,
<lb n="150" ed="G"/><lb n="2266" ed="F1"/></l><l>But to torment you with my bitter tongue!

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2267" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>Sirs, stop his mouth, and let him speak no more.
<lb n="2268" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Enter a Goth.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2269" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-11"><speaker>Third Goth.</speaker><l>My lord, there is a messenger from Rome
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2270" ed="F1"/></l><l>Desires to be admitted to your presence.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2271" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>Let him come near.
<stage type="entrance">Enter &AElig;MILIUS.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2272" ed="F1"/></l><l>Welcome, &AElig;milius: what's the news from Rome?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2273" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-2"><speaker>&AElig;mil.</speaker><l>Lord Lucius, and you princes of the Goths,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2274" ed="F1"/></l><l>The Roman emperor greets you all by me;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2275" ed="F1"/></l><l>And, for he understands you are in arms,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2276" ed="F1"/></l><l>He craves a parley at your father's house.
<lb n="160" ed="G"/><lb n="2277" ed="F1"/></l><l>Willing you to demand your hostages,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2278" ed="F1"/></l><l>And they shall be immediately deliver'd.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2279" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-11"><speaker>First Goth.</speaker><l>What says our general?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2280" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>&AElig;milius, let the emperor give his pledges
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2281" ed="F1"/></l><l>Unto my father and my uncle Marcus,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2282" ed="F1"/></l><l>And we will come. March away.
<stage type="exit">Exeunt.</stage></l></sp>
</div2>
<div2 n="2" type="scene">
<head>SCENE II</head>
<stage type="setting"> Rome. Before Titus's house. </stage>
<lb n="2283" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Enter TAMORA, DEMETRIUS, and CHIRON, disguised.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2284" ed="F1"/><sp who="tit-24"><speaker>Tam.</speaker><l>Thus, in this strange and sad habiliment,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2285" ed="F1"/></l><l>I will encounter with Andronicus,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2286" ed="F1"/></l><l>And say I am Revenge, sent from below
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2287" ed="F1"/></l><l>To join with him and right his heinous wrongs.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2288" ed="F1"/></l><l>Knock at his study, where, they say, he keeps,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2289" ed="F1"/></l><l>To rummage strange plots of dire revenge;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2290" ed="F1"/></l><l>Tell him Revenge is come to join with him,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2291" ed="F1"/></l><l>And work confusion on his enemies.
<lb n="2292" ed="F1"/><stage>They knock.</stage>
<stage type="entrance">Enter TITUS, above.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2293" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Who doth molest my contemplation?
<lb n="10" ed="G"/><lb n="2294" ed="F1"/></l><l>Is it your trick to make me ope the door,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2295" ed="F1"/></l><l>That so my sad decrees may fly away,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2296" ed="F1"/></l><l>And all my study be to no effect?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2297" ed="F1"/></l><l>You are deceived: for what I mean to do
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2298" ed="F1"/></l><l>See here in bloody lines I have set down;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2299" ed="F1"/></l><l>And what is written shall be executed.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2300" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-24"><speaker>Tam.</speaker><l>Titus, I am come to talk with thee.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2301" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>No, not a word; how can I grace my talk,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2302" ed="F1"/></l><l>Wanting a hand to give it action?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2303" ed="F1"/></l><l>Thou hast the odds of me; therefore no more.

<lb n="20" ed="G"/><lb n="2304" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-24"><speaker>Tam.</speaker><l>If thou didst know me, <lb n="2305" ed="F1"/>thou wouldst talk with me.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2306" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>I am not mad; I know thee well enough:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2307" ed="F1"/></l><l>Witness this wrecked stump, <lb n="2308" ed="F1"/>witness these crimson lines;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2309" ed="F1"/></l><l>Witness these trenches made by grief and care;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2310" ed="F1"/></l><l>Witness the tiring day and heavy night;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2311" ed="F1"/></l><l>Witness all sorrow, that I know thee well
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2312" ed="F1"/></l><l>For our proud empress, mighty Tamora:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2313" ed="F1"/></l><l>Is not thy coming for my other hand?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2314" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-24"><speaker>Tam.</speaker><l>Know, thou sad man, I am not Tamora;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2315" ed="F1"/></l><l>She is thy enemy, and I thy friend:
<lb n="30" ed="G"/><lb n="2316" ed="F1"/></l><l>I am Revenge: sent from the infernal kingdom,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2317" ed="F1"/></l><l>To ease the gnawing vulture of thy mind,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2318" ed="F1"/></l><l>By working wreakful vengeance on thy foes.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2319" ed="F1"/></l><l>Come down, and welcome me to this world's light;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2320" ed="F1"/></l><l>Confer with me of murder and of death:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2321" ed="F1"/></l><l>There's not a hollow cave or lurking-place,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2322" ed="F1"/></l><l>No vast obscurity or misty vale,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2323" ed="F1"/></l><l>Where bloody murder or detested rape
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2324" ed="F1"/></l><l>Can couch for fear, but I will find them out;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2325" ed="F1"/></l><l>And in their ears tell them my dreadful name,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2326" ed="F1"/></l><l>Revenge, which makes the foul offender quake.

<lb n="41" ed="G"/><lb n="2327" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Art thou Revenge? and art thou sent to me,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2328" ed="F1"/></l><l>To be a torment to mine enemies?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2329" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-24"><speaker>Tam.</speaker><l>I am; therefore come down, and welcome me.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2330" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Do me some service, ere I come to thee.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2331" ed="F1"/></l><l>Lo, by thy side where Rape and Murder stands;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2332" ed="F1"/></l><l>Now give me some surance that thou art Revenge,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2333" ed="F1"/></l><l>Stab them, or tear them on thy chariot-wheels;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2334" ed="F1"/></l><l>And then I'll come and be thy waggoner,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2335" ed="F1"/></l><l>And whirl along with thee about the globe.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2336" ed="F1"/></l><l>Provide thee two proper palfreys, black as jet,
<lb n="51" ed="G"/><lb n="2337" ed="F1"/></l><l>To hale thy vengeful waggon swift away,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2338" ed="F1"/></l><l>And find out murderers in their guilty caves:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2339" ed="F1"/></l><l>And when thy car is loaden with their heads,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2340" ed="F1"/></l><l>I will dismount and by the waggon-wheel
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2341" ed="F1"/></l><l>Trot, like a servile footman, all day long.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2342" ed="F1"/></l><l>Even from Hyperion's rising in the east
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2343" ed="F1"/></l><l>Until his very downfall in the sea:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2344" ed="F1"/></l><l>And day by day I'll do this heavy task,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2345" ed="F1"/></l><l>So thou destroy Rapine and Murder there.

<lb n="60" ed="G"/><lb n="2346" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-24"><speaker>Tam.</speaker><l>These are my ministers, and come with me.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2347" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Are these thy ministers? what are they called?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2348" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-24"><speaker>Tam.</speaker><l>Rapine and Murder; therefore called so,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2349" ed="F1"/></l><l>Cause they take vengeance of such kind of men.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2350" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Good Lord, how like the empress' sons they are!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2351" ed="F1"/></l><l>And you, the empress! but we worldly men
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2352" ed="F1"/></l><l>Have miserable, mad, mistaking eyes.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2353" ed="F1"/></l><l>O sweet Revenge, now do I come to thee;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2354" ed="F1"/></l><l>And, if one arm's embracement will content thee,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2355" ed="F1"/></l><l>I will embrace thee in it by and by.
<stage type="exit">Exit above.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2356" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-24"><speaker>Tam.</speaker><l>This closing with him fits his lunacy:
<lb n="71" ed="G"/><lb n="2357" ed="F1"/></l><l>Whate'er I forge to feed his brain-sick fits,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2358" ed="F1"/></l><l>Do you uphold and maintain in your speeches,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2359" ed="F1"/></l><l>For now he firmly takes me for Revenge;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2360" ed="F1"/></l><l>And, being credulous in this mad thought,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2361" ed="F1"/></l><l>I'll make him send for Lucius his son;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2362" ed="F1"/></l><l>And, whilst I at the banquet hold him sure,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2363" ed="F1"/></l><l>I'll find some cunning practice out of hand
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2364" ed="F1"/></l><l>To scatter and disperse the giddy Goths,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2365" ed="F1"/></l><l>Or, at least, make them his enemies.
<lb n="80" ed="G"/><lb n="2366" ed="F1"/></l><l>See, here he comes, and I must ply my theme.
<stage type="entrance">Enter TITUS below.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2367" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Long have I been forlorn, and all for thee:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2368" ed="F1"/></l><l>Welcome, dread Fury, to my woful house:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2369" ed="F1"/></l><l>Rapine and Murder, you are welcome too.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2370" ed="F1"/></l><l>How like the empress and her sons you are!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2371" ed="F1"/></l><l>Well are you fitted, had you but a Moor:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2372" ed="F1"/></l><l>Could not all hell afford you such a devil?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2373" ed="F1"/></l><l>For well I wot the empress never wags
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2374" ed="F1"/></l><l>But in her company there is a Moor;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2375" ed="F1"/></l><l>And, would you represent our queen aright,
<lb n="90" ed="G"/><lb n="2376" ed="F1"/></l><l>It were convenient you had such a devil:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2377" ed="F1"/></l><l>But welcome, as you are. What shall we do?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2378" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-24"><speaker>Tam.</speaker><l>What wouldst thou have us do, Andronicus?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2379" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-10"><speaker>Dem.</speaker><l>Show me a murderer, I'll deal with him.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2380" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-8"><speaker>Chi.</speaker><l>Show me a villain that hath done a rape,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2381" ed="F1"/></l><l>And I am sent to be revenged on him.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2382" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-24"><speaker>Tam.</speaker><l>Show me a thousand that have done thee wrong,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2383" ed="F1"/></l><l>And I will be revenged on them all.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2384" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Look round about the wicked streets of Rome;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2385" ed="F1"/></l><l>And when thou find'st a man that's like thyself,
<lb n="100" ed="G"/><lb n="2386" ed="F1"/></l><l>Good Murder, stab him; he's a murderer.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2387" ed="F1"/></l><l>Go thou with him; and when it is thy hap
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2388" ed="F1"/></l><l>To find another that is like to thee,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2389" ed="F1"/></l><l>Good Rapine, stab him; he's a ravisher.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2390" ed="F1"/></l><l>Go thou with them; and in the emperor's court
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2391" ed="F1"/></l><l>There is a queen, attended by a Moor;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2392" ed="F1"/></l><l>Well may'st thou know her by thy own proportion,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2393" ed="F1"/></l><l>For up and down she doth resemble thee:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2394" ed="F1"/></l><l>I pray thee, do on them some violent death;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2395" ed="F1"/></l><l>They have been violent to me and mine.

<lb n="110" ed="G"/><lb n="2396" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-24"><speaker>Tam.</speaker><l>Well hast thou lesson'd us; this shall we do.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2397" ed="F1"/></l><l>But would it please thee, good Andronicus,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2398" ed="F1"/></l><l>To send for Lucius, thy thrice-valiant son,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2399" ed="F1"/></l><l>Who leads towards Rome a band of warlike Goths,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2400" ed="F1"/></l><l>And bid him come and banquet at thy house;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2401" ed="F1"/></l><l>When he is here, even at thy solemn feast,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2402" ed="F1"/></l><l>I will bring in the empress and her sons,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2403" ed="F1"/></l><l>The emperor himself and all thy foes;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2404" ed="F1"/></l><l>And at thy mercy shall they stoop and kneel,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2405" ed="F1"/></l><l>And on them shalt thou ease thy angry heart.
<lb n="120" ed="G"/><lb n="2406" ed="F1"/></l><l>What says Andronicus to this device?
<lb n="2407" ed="F1"/>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2408" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Marcus, my brother I 'tis sad Titus calls.
<stage type="entrance">Enter MARCUS.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2409" ed="F1"/></l><l>Go, gentle Marcus, to thy nephew Lucius;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2410" ed="F1"/></l><l>Thou shalt inquire him out among the Goths:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2411" ed="F1"/></l><l>Bid him repair to me, and bring with him
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2412" ed="F1"/></l><l>Some of the chiefest princes of the Goths;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2413" ed="F1"/></l><l>Bid him encamp his soldiers where they are:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2414" ed="F1"/></l><l>Tell him the emperor and the empress too
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2415" ed="F1"/></l><l>Feast at my house, and he shall feast with them.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2416" ed="F1"/></l><l>This do thou for my love; and so let him,
<lb n="130" ed="G"/><lb n="2417" ed="F1"/></l><l>As he regards his aged father's life.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2418" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>This will I do, and soon return again.
<stage type="exit">Exit. </stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2419" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-24"><speaker>Tam.</speaker><l>Now will I hence about thy business,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2420" ed="F1"/></l><l>And take my ministers along with me.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2421" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Nay, nay, let Rape and Murder stay with me;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2422" ed="F1"/></l><l>Or else I'll call my brother back again,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2423" ed="F1"/></l><l>And cleave to no revenge but Lucius.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2424" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-24"><speaker>Tam.</speaker><l><stage>Aside to her sons</stage>What say you, boys? will you bide with him,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2425" ed="F1"/></l><l>Whiles I go tell my lord the emperor
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2426" ed="F1"/></l><l>How I have governed our determined jest?
<lb n="140" ed="G"/><lb n="2427" ed="F1"/></l><l>Yield to his humour, smooth and speak him fair,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2428" ed="F1"/></l><l>And tarry with him till I turn again.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2429" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l><stage>Aside</stage>I know them all, though they suppose me mad,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2430" ed="F1"/></l><l>And will o'erreach them in their own devices:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2431" ed="F1"/></l><l>A pair of cursed hell-hounds and their dam!

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2432" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-10"><speaker>Dem.</speaker><l>Madam, depart at pleasure; leave us here.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2433" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-24"><speaker>Tam.</speaker><l>Farewell, Andronicus: Revenge now goes
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2434" ed="F1"/></l><l>To lay a complot to betray thy foes.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2435" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>I know thou dost; and, sweet Revenge, farewell.
<stage type="exit">Exit Tamora. </stage>

<lb n="149" ed="G"/><lb n="2436" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-8"><speaker>Chi.</speaker><l>Tell us, old man, how shall we be employ'd?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2437" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Tut, I have work enough for you to do.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2438" ed="F1"/></l><l>Publius, come hither, Caius, and Valentine!
<stage type="entrance"> Enter PUBLIUS and others.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2439" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-20"><speaker>Pub.</speaker><l>What is your will?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2440" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Know you these two?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2441" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-20"><speaker>Pub.</speaker><l>The empress' sons, <lb n="2442" ed="F1"/>I take them,
<lb ed="G"/></l><l> Chiron and Demetrius.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2443" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Fie, Publius, fie! thou art too much deceived;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2444" ed="F1"/></l><l>The one is Murder, Rape is the other's name;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2445" ed="F1"/></l><l>And therefore bind them, gentle Publius.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2446" ed="F1"/></l><l>Caius and Valentine, lay hands on them.
<lb n="160" ed="G"/><lb n="2447" ed="F1"/></l><l>Oft have you heard me wish for such an hour,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2448" ed="F1"/></l><l>And now I find it; therefore bind them sure,
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>And stop their mouths, if they begin to cry.
<stage type="exit">Exit.</stage>
<stage>Publius, &amp;c., lay hold on Chiron and Demetrius.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2449" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-8"><speaker>Chi.</speaker><l>Villains, forbear! we are the empress sons.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2450" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-20"><speaker>Pub.</speaker><l>And therefore do we what we are commanded.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2451" ed="F1"/></l><l>Stop close their mouths, let them not speak a word.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2452" ed="F1"/></l><l>Is he sure bound? look that you bind them fast.
<lb n="2453" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Re-enter TITUS, with LAVINIA; he bearing a knife, and she <lb n="2454" ed="F1"/>a basin.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2455" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Come, come, Lavinia; look, thy foes are bound.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2456" ed="F1"/></l><l>Sirs, stop their mouths, let them not speak to me;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2457" ed="F1"/></l><l>But let them hear what fearful words I utter.
<lb n="170" ed="G"/><lb n="2458" ed="F1"/></l><l>O villains, Chiron and Demetrius!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2459" ed="F1"/></l><l>Here stands the spring whom you have stain'd with mud,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2460" ed="F1"/></l><l>This goodly summer with your winter mix'd.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2461" ed="F1"/></l><l>You kill'd her husband, and for that vile fault
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2462" ed="F1"/></l><l>Two of her brothers were condemn'd to death,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2463" ed="F1"/></l><l>My hand cut off and made a merry jest;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2464" ed="F1"/></l><l>Both her sweet hands, her tongue, and that more dear
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2465" ed="F1"/></l><l>Than hands or tongue, her spotless chastity,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2466" ed="F1"/></l><l>Inhuman traitors, you constrained and forced.
<lb n="179" ed="G"/><lb n="2467" ed="F1"/></l><l>What would you say, if I should let you speak ?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2468" ed="F1"/></l><l>Villains, for shame you could not beg for grace.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2469" ed="F1"/></l><l>Hark, wretches! how I mean to martyr you.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2470" ed="F1"/></l><l>This one hand yet is left to cut your throats,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2471" ed="F1"/></l><l>Whilst that Lavinia 'tween her stumps doth hold
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2472" ed="F1"/></l><l>The basin that receives your guilty blood.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2473" ed="F1"/></l><l>You know your mother means to feast with me,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2474" ed="F1"/></l><l>And calls herself Revenge, and thinks me mad:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2475" ed="F1"/></l><l>Hark, villains! I will grind your bones to dust
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2476" ed="F1"/></l><l>And with your blood and it I'll make a paste,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2477" ed="F1"/></l><l>And of the paste a coffin I will rear
<lb n="190" ed="G"/><lb n="2478" ed="F1"/></l><l>And make two pasties of your shameful heads.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2479" ed="F1"/></l><l>And bid that strumpet, your unhallow'd dam
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2480" ed="F1"/></l><l>Like to the earth swallow her own increase.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2481" ed="F1"/></l><l>This is the feast that I have bid her to,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2482" ed="F1"/></l><l>And this the banquet she shall surfeit on;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2483" ed="F1"/></l><l>For worse than Philomel you used my daughter,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2484" ed="F1"/></l><l>And worse than Progne I will be revenged:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2485" ed="F1"/></l><l>And now prepare your throats. Lavinia, come,
<stage>He cuts their throats. </stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2486" ed="F1"/></l><l>Receive the blood: and when that they are dead,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2487" ed="F1"/></l><l>Let me go grind their bones to powder small
<lb n="200" ed="G"/><lb n="2488" ed="F1"/></l><l>And with this hateful liquor temper it;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2489" ed="F1"/></l><l>And in that paste let their vile heads be baked.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2490" ed="F1"/></l><l>Come, come, be every one officious
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2491" ed="F1"/></l><l>To make this banquet; which I wish may prove
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2492" ed="F1"/></l><l>More stern and bloody than the Centaurs' feast.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2493" ed="F1"/><lb n="2494" ed="F1"/></l><l>So, now bring them in, for I'll play the cook,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2495" ed="F1"/></l><l>And see them ready 'gainst their mother comes.
<stage>Exeunt, bearing the dead bodies.</stage></l></sp>
</div2>
<div2 n="3" type="scene">
<head>SCENE III</head>
<stage type="setting"> Court of Titus' house. A   banquet set out. </stage>
<lb n="2496" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Enter Lucius, MARCUS, and Goths, with AARON prisoner.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2497" ed="F1"/><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>Uncle Marcus, since it is my father's mind
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2498" ed="F1"/></l><l>That I repair to Rome, I am content.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2499" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-11"><speaker>First Goth.</speaker><l>And ours with thine, befall what fortune will.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2500" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>Good uncle, take you in this barbarous Moor,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2501" ed="F1"/></l><l>This ravenous tiger, this accursed devil;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2502" ed="F1"/></l><l>Let him receive no sustenance, fetter him,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2503" ed="F1"/></l><l>Till he be brought unto the empress' face,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2504" ed="F1"/></l><l>For testimony of her foul proceedings:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2505" ed="F1"/></l><l>And see the ambush of our friends be strong;
<lb n="10" ed="G"/><lb n="2506" ed="F1"/></l><l>I fear the emperor means no good to us.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2507" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l>Some devil whisper curses in mine ear,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2508" ed="F1"/></l><l>And prompt me, that my tongue may utter forth
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2509" ed="F1"/></l><l>The venomous malice of my swelling heart!

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2510" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>Away, inhuman   dog!   unhallow'd slave!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2511" ed="F1"/></l><l>Sirs, help our uncle to convey him in.
<stage type="exit">Exeunt Goths, with Aaron.</stage><stage>Flourish within.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2512" ed="F1"/></l><l>The trumpets show the emperor is at hand.
<lb n="2513" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Enter SATURNINUS and TAMORA, with &AElig;MILIUS, <lb n="2514" ed="F1"/>Tribunes, Senators, and others.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2515" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-22"><speaker>Sat.</speaker><l>What, hath the firmament more suns than one?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2516" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>What boots it thee to call thyself a sun?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2517" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>Rome's emperor, and nephew, break the parle;
<lb n="20" ed="G"/><lb n="2518" ed="F1"/></l><l>These quarrels must be quietly debated.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2519" ed="F1"/></l><l>The feast is ready, which the careful Titus
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2520" ed="F1"/></l><l>Hath ordain'd to an honourable end.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2521" ed="F1"/></l><l>For peace, for love, for league, and good to Rome:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2522" ed="F1"/></l><l>Please you, therefore, draw nigh, and take your places.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2523" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-22"><speaker>Sat.</speaker><l>Marcus, we will.
<stage>Hautboys sound. <lb n="2524" ed="F1"/>The Company sit  down at table. </stage>
<lb n="2525" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Enter TITUS dressed like a Cook, LAVINIA  veiled, young Lucius, and others. TITUS  places the dishes on <lb n="2526" ed="F1"/>the table. </stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2527" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Welcome, my gracious lord; <lb n="2528" ed="F1"/>welcome, dread queen;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2529" ed="F1"/></l><l>Welcome, ye warlike Goths; welcome Lucius;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2530" ed="F1"/></l><l>And welcome, all: although the cheer be poor,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2531" ed="F1"/></l><l>'Twill fill your stomachs; please you eat of it.

<lb n="30" ed="G"/><lb n="2532" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-22"><speaker>Sat.</speaker><l>Why art thou thus attired, Andronicus?

<lb n="31" ed="G"/><lb n="2533" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Because I would be sure to have all well,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2534" ed="F1"/></l><l>To entertain your highness and your empress.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2535" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-24"><speaker>Tam.</speaker><l>We are beholding to you, good Andronicus.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2536" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>An if your highness knew my heart, you were.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2537" ed="F1"/></l><l>My lord the emperor, resolve me this:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2538" ed="F1"/></l><l>Was it well done of rash Virginius
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2539" ed="F1"/></l><l>To slay his daughter with his own right hand,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2540" ed="F1"/></l><l>Because she was enforced, stain'd, and deflower'd ?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2541" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-22"><speaker>Sat.</speaker><l>It was, Andronicus.

<lb n="40" ed="G"/><lb n="2542" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Your reason, mighty lord?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2543" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-22"><speaker>Sat.</speaker><l>Because the girl should not survive her shame,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2544" ed="F1"/></l><l>And by her presence still renew his sorrows.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2545" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>A reason mighty, strong, and effectual;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2546" ed="F1"/></l><l>A pattern, precedent, and lively warrant,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2547" ed="F1"/></l><l>For me, most wretched, to perform the like.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2548" ed="F1"/></l><l>Die, die, Lavinia, and thy shame with thee; <stage>Kills Lavinia.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2549" ed="F1"/></l><l>And, with thy shame, thy father's sorrow die!
<lb n="2550" ed="F1"/>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2551" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-22"><speaker>Sat.</speaker><l>What hast thou done, unnatural and unkind ?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2552" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Kill'd her, for whom my tears have made me blind.
<lb n="50" ed="G"/><lb n="2553" ed="F1"/></l><l>I am as woful as Virginius was,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2554" ed="F1"/></l><l>And have a thousand times more cause than he
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>To do this outrage: and it now is done.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2555" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-22"><speaker>Sat.</speaker><l>What, was she ravish'd? tell who did the deed.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2556" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Will't please you eat? <lb n="2557" ed="F1"/>will't please your highness feed?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2558" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-24"><speaker>Tam.</speaker><l>Why hast thou slain thine only daughter thus?

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2559" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Not I; 'twas Chiron and Demetrius:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2560" ed="F1"/></l><l>They ravish'd her, and cut away her tongue:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2561" ed="F1"/></l><l>And they, 'twas they, that did her all this wrong.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2562" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-22"><speaker>Sat.</speaker><l>Go fetch them hither to us presently.

<lb n="60" ed="G"/><lb n="2563" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-25"><speaker>Tit.</speaker><l>Why, there they are both, baked in that pie;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2564" ed="F1"/></l><l>Whereof their mother daintily hath fed,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2565" ed="F1"/></l><l>Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2566" ed="F1"/></l><l>'Tis true, 'tis true; witness my knife's sharp point.
<lb n="2567" ed="F1"/><stage>Kills Tamora. </stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2568" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-22"><speaker>Sat.</speaker><l>Die, frantic wretch, for this accursed deed!
<stage>Kills Titus. </stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2569" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>Can the son's eye behold his father bleed ?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2570" ed="F1"/></l><l part="I">There's meed for meed, death for a deadly deed.
<stage>Kills Saturninus. A great tumult. Lucius, Marcus, and others go up into the balcony.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2571" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>You sad-faced men, people and sons of Rome,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2572" ed="F1"/></l><l>By uproar sever'd, like a flight of fowl
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2573" ed="F1"/></l><l>Scatter'd by winds and high tempestuous gusts,
<lb n="70" ed="G"/><lb n="2574" ed="F1"/></l><l>O, let me teach you how to knit again
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2575" ed="F1"/></l><l>This scatter'd corn into one mutual sheaf,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2576" ed="F1"/></l><l>These broken limbs again into one body;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2577" ed="F1"/></l><l>Lest Rome herself be bane unto herself,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2578" ed="F1"/></l><l>And she whom mighty kingdoms court'sy to,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2579" ed="F1"/></l><l>Like a forlorn and desperate castaway,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2580" ed="F1"/></l><l>Do shameful execution on herself.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2581" ed="F1"/></l><l>But if my frosty signs and chaps of age,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2582" ed="F1"/></l><l>Grave witnesses of true experience,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2583" ed="F1"/></l><l>Cannot induce you to attend my words,
<lb n="80" ed="G"/><lb n="2584" ed="F1"/></l><l><stage>To Lucius</stage> Speak, Rome's dear friend, as erst our ancestor,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2585" ed="F1"/></l><l>When with his solemn tongue he did discourse
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2586" ed="F1"/></l><l>To love-sick Dido's sad attending ear
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2587" ed="F1"/></l><l>The story of that baleful burning night
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2588" ed="F1"/></l><l>When subtle Greeks surprised King Priam's Troy,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2589" ed="F1"/></l><l>Tell us what Simon hath bewitch'd our ears,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2590" ed="F1"/></l><l>Or who hath brought the fatal engine in
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2591" ed="F1"/></l><l>That gives our Troy, our Rome, the civil wound.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2592" ed="F1"/></l><l>My heart is not compact of flint nor steel;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2593" ed="F1"/></l><l>Nor can I utter all our bitter grief,
<lb n="90" ed="G"/><lb n="2594" ed="F1"/></l><l>But floods of tears will drown my oratory,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2595" ed="F1"/></l><l>And break my utterance, even in the time
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2596" ed="F1"/></l><l>When it should move you to attend me most,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2597" ed="F1"/></l><l>Lending your kind commiseration.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2598" ed="F1"/></l><l>Here is a captain, let him tell the tale;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2599" ed="F1"/></l><l>Your hearts will throb and weep to hear him speak.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2600" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>Then, noble auditory, be it known to you,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2601" ed="F1"/></l><l>That cursed Chiron and Demetrius
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2602" ed="F1"/></l><l>Were they that murdered our emperor's brother;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2603" ed="F1"/></l><l>And they it were that ravished our sister:
<lb n="100" ed="G"/><lb n="2604" ed="F1"/></l><l>For their fell faults our brothers were beheaded;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2605" ed="F1"/></l><l>Our father's tears despised, and basely cozen'd
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2606" ed="F1"/></l><l>Of that true hand that fought Rome's quarrel out,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2607" ed="F1"/></l><l>And sent her enemies unto the grave.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2608" ed="F1"/></l><l>Lastly, myself unkindly banished,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2609" ed="F1"/></l><l>The gates shut on me, and turn'd weeping out,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2610" ed="F1"/></l><l>To beg relief among Rome's enemies
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2611" ed="F1"/></l><l>Who drown'd their enmity in my true tears,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2612" ed="F1"/></l><l>And oped their arms to embrace me as a friend.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2613" ed="F1"/></l><l>I am the turned forth, be it known to you,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2614" ed="F1"/></l><l>That have preserved her welfare in my blood;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2615" ed="F1"/></l><l>And from her bosom took the enemy's point,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2616" ed="F1"/></l><l>Sheathing the steel in my adventurous body.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2617" ed="F1"/></l><l>Alas, you know I am no vaunter, I;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2618" ed="F1"/></l><l>My scars can witness, dumb although they are,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2619" ed="F1"/></l><l>That my report is just and full of truth.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2620" ed="F1"/></l><l>But, soft! methinks I do digress too much,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2621" ed="F1"/></l><l>Citing my worthless praise: O, pardon me;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2622" ed="F1"/></l><l>For when no friends are by, men praise themselves.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2623" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>Now is my turn to speak. Behold this child:
<stage>Pointing to the child in the arms of an Attendant.</stage>
<lb n="120" ed="G"/><lb n="2624" ed="F1"/></l><l>Of this was Tamora delivered;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2625" ed="F1"/></l><l>The issue of an irreligious Moor,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2626" ed="F1"/></l><l>Chief architect and plotter of these woes:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2627" ed="F1"/></l><l>The villain is alive in Titus' house,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2628" ed="F1"/></l><l>And as he is, to witness this is true.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2629" ed="F1"/></l><l>Now judge what cause had Titus to revenge
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2630" ed="F1"/></l><l>These wrongs, unspeakable, past patience,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2631" ed="F1"/></l><l>Or more than any living man could bear.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2632" ed="F1"/></l><l>Now you have heard the truth, what say you, Romans ?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2633" ed="F1"/></l><l>Have we done aught amiss,&mdash;show us wherein,
<lb n="130" ed="G"/><lb n="2634" ed="F1"/></l><l>And, from the place where you behold us now,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2635" ed="F1"/></l><l>The poor remainder of Andronici
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2636" ed="F1"/></l><l>Will, hand in hand, all headlong cast us down,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2637" ed="F1"/></l><l>And on the ragged stones beat forth our brains,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2638" ed="F1"/></l><l>And make a mutual closure of our house.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2639" ed="F1"/></l><l>Speak, Romans, speak; and if you say we shall,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2640" ed="F1"/></l><l>Lo, hand in hand, Lucius and I will fall.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2641" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-2"><speaker>&AElig;mil.</speaker><l>Come, come, thou reverend man of Rome,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2642" ed="F1"/></l><l>And bring our emperor gently in thy hand,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2643" ed="F1"/></l><l>Lucius our emperor; for well I know
<lb n="140" ed="G"/><lb n="2644" ed="F1"/></l><l>The common voice do cry it shall be so.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2645" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp><speaker>All.</speaker><l>Lucius, all hail, Rome's royal emperor!

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2646" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>Go, go into old Titus' sorrowful house, <stage>To Attendants. </stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2647" ed="F1"/></l><l>And hither hale that misbelieving Moor,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2648" ed="F1"/></l><l>To be adjudged some direful slaughtering death,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2649" ed="F1"/></l><l>As punishment for his most wicked life.
<stage type="exit">Exeunt Attendants.</stage>
<stage>LUCIUS, MARCUS, and the others descend.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2650" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp><speaker>All.</speaker><l>Lucius, all hail, Rome's gracious governor!

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2651" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>Thanks, gentle Romans: may I govern so,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2652" ed="F1"/></l><l>To heal Rome's harms, and wipe away her woe!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2653" ed="F1"/></l><l>But, gentle people, give me aim awhile,
<lb n="150" ed="G"/><lb n="2654" ed="F1"/></l><l>For nature puts me to a heavy task:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2655" ed="F1"/></l><l>Stand all aloof: but, uncle, draw you near,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2656" ed="F1"/></l><l>To shed obsequious tears upon this trunk.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2657" ed="F1"/></l><l>O, take this warm kiss on thy pale cold lips,
<stage>Kissing Titus.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2658" ed="F1"/></l><l>These sorrowful drops upon thy blood-stained face,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2659" ed="F1"/></l><l>The last true duties of thy noble son!

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2660" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-15"><speaker>Marc.</speaker><l>Tear for tear, and loving kiss for kiss,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2661" ed="F1"/></l><l>Thy brother Marcus tenders on thy lips:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2662" ed="F1"/></l><l>O, were the sum of these that I should pay
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2663" ed="F1"/></l><l>Countless and infinite, yet would I pay them!

<lb n="160" ed="G"/><lb n="2664" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>Come hither, boy; come, come, and learn of us
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2665" ed="F1"/></l><l>To melt in showers: thy grandsire loved thee well:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2666" ed="F1"/></l><l>Many a time he danced thee on his knee,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2667" ed="F1"/></l><l>Sung thee asleep, his loving breast thy pillow;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2668" ed="F1"/></l><l>Many a matter hath he told to thee,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2669" ed="F1"/></l><l>Meet and agreeing with thine infancy;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2670" ed="F1"/></l><l>In that respect, then, like a loving child,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2671" ed="F1"/></l><l>Shed yet some small drops from   thy tender spring,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2672" ed="F1"/></l><l>Because kind nature doth require it so:
<lb n="169" ed="G"/><lb n="2673" ed="F1"/></l><l>Friends should associate friends in grief and woe:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2674" ed="F1"/></l><l>Bid him farewell; commit him to the grave;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2675" ed="F1"/></l><l>Do him that kindness, and take leave of him.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2676" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-14"><speaker>Young Luc.</speaker><l>O grandsire, grandsire! even with all my heart
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2677" ed="F1"/></l><l>Would I were dead, so you did live again!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2678" ed="F1"/></l><l>O Lord, I cannot speak to him for weeping;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2679" ed="F1"/></l><l>My tears will choke me, if I ope my mouth.
<stage type="entrance">Re-enter Attendants with AARON.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2680" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-2"><speaker>&AElig;mil.</speaker><l>You sad Andronici, have done with woes:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2681" ed="F1"/></l><l>Give sentence on this execrable wretch,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2682" ed="F1"/></l><l>That hath been breeder of these dire events.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2683" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>Set him breast-deep in earth, and famish him;
<lb n="180" ed="G"/><lb n="2684" ed="F1"/></l><l>There let him stand, and rave, and cry for food:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2685" ed="F1"/></l><l>If any one relieves or pities him,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2686" ed="F1"/></l><l>For the offence he dies. This is our doom:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2687" ed="F1"/></l><l>Some stay to see him fasten'd in the earth.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2688" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-1"><speaker>Aar.</speaker><l>O, why should wrath be mute, and fury dumb?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2689" ed="F1"/></l><l>I am no baby, I, that with base prayers
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2690" ed="F1"/></l><l>I should repent the evils I have done:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2691" ed="F1"/></l><l>Ten thousand worse than ever yet I did
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2692" ed="F1"/></l><l>Would I perform, if I might have my will:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2693" ed="F1"/></l><l>If one good deed in all my life I did,
<lb n="190" ed="G"/><lb n="2694" ed="F1"/></l><l>I do repent it from my very soul.

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2695" ed="F1"/></l></sp><sp who="tit-13"><speaker>Luc.</speaker><l>Some loving friends convey the emperor hence,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2696" ed="F1"/></l><l>And give him burial in his father's grave:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2697" ed="F1"/></l><l>My father and Lavinia shall forthwith
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2698" ed="F1"/></l><l>Be closed in our household's monument.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2699" ed="F1"/></l><l>As for that heinous tiger, Tamora,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2700" ed="F1"/></l><l>No funeral rite, nor man in mourning weeds,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2701" ed="F1"/></l><l>No mournful bell shall ring her burial:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2702" ed="F1"/></l><l>But throw her forth to beasts and birds of prey:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2703" ed="F1"/></l><l>Her life was beast-like, and devoid of pity;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2704" ed="F1"/></l><l>And, being so, shall have like want of pity.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2705" ed="F1"/></l><l>See justice done on Aaron, that damn'd Moor,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2706" ed="F1"/></l><l>By whom our heavy haps had their beginning:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2707" ed="F1"/></l><l>Then, afterwards, to order well the state,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2708" ed="F1"/></l><l>That like events may ne'er it ruinate.
<stage type="exit">Exeunt.</stage></l></sp>
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