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That bloody mind, I think, they learn'd of me, And say, I am Revenge, sent from below,
As true a dog as ever fought at head. -

To join with him, and right his heinous wrongs.
Well, let my deeds be witness of my worth. Knock at his study, where, they say, he keeps,
I train'd thy brethren to that guileful hole, To ruminate strange plots of dire revenge ;
Where the dead corpse of Bassianus lay :

Tell bim, Revenge is come to join with bim, I wrote the letter that thy father found,

And work confusion on his enemies. And hid the gold within the letter mention'd,

(They knock. Confederate with the queen, and her two sons ; And what not done, that thou hast cause to rue,

Enter Titus, above. Wherein ( had po stroke of miscbief in it?

Tit. Who doth molest my contemplation ? I play'd the cheater for thy father's hand; Is it your trick to make me ope the door ; And, when I had it, drew myself apart,

That so my sad decrees may fly away, And almost broke my heart with extreme laugh And all my study be to no effect ! ter.

You are deceiv'd : for what I mean to do, I pryd me through the crevire of a wall,

See here, in bloody lines I have set down ; When, for his hand, he had his two sons' heads ; | And what is written shall be executed. Beheld his tears, and laugh'd so heartily,

Tam. Titus, I am come to talk with thee. That both mine eyes were rainy like to his ;

Tit. No; not a word: How can I grace my And when I told the empress of this sport, Wanting a hand to give it actions

(talk, She swounded almost at my pleasing tale,

Thou hast tbe odds of me, therefore no more. And, for my tidings, gave me twenty kisses.

Tam. If thou didst know me, thou would'st Goth. What I canst thou say all this, and never

talk with me. blush

| Tit. I am not madI know thee well enough: Aar. Ay, like a black dog, as the saying is. I Witness this wretched stump, these crimson lines ; Luc. Art thou not sorry for these heinous Witness these trenches, made by grief and care ; deeds?

Witness the tiring day, and heavy night; Aar. Ay, that I had not done a thousand more. Witness all sorrow, that I know thee well Even now I curse the day, (and yet I think For our proud empress, mighty Tamora : Few come within the compass of my curse,) Is not thy coming for my other hand ? Wherein I did not some notorious ill :

Tam. Know thou, sad man, I am not TaAs kill a man, or else devise his death ;

She is thy enemy, and I thy friend : (mora ; Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it ;

I am Revenge, sent from the infernal kingdom, Accuse some innocent, and forswear myself; To ease the gnawing vulture of thy mind, Set deadly enmity between two friends ;

By working wreakful vengeance on thy foes. Make poor men's cattle break their necks; Come down, and welcome me to this world's Set fire on barns and bay-stacks in the night,

light: And bid the owners quench them with their tears. Confer with me of murder and of death, Oft have 1 digg'd up dead men from their graves, There's not a hollow cave, or lurking-place ; And set them upright at their dear friends doors, No vast obscurity, or misty vale, Even when their sorrows almost were forgot ; Where bloody murder, or detested rape, And on their skins, as on the bark of trees, Can couch for fear, but I will fiud them ont; Have with my knife carved in Roman letters, And in their ears tell tbem my dreadful name, Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead. Revenge, which makes the foul offender quake. Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful things, Tit. Art thou Revenge ? and art thou sent to As willingly as one would kill a fly;

To be a torinent to mine enemies ?

[me, And nothing grieves me beartily indeed,

Tam. I am: therefore come down, and welBut that I cannot do ten thousand more.

come me. Luc. Bring down the devil; for he must not Tit. Do me some service, ere I come to thee. die

Lo, by thy side where Rape and Murder stand; So sweet a death as hanging presently.

Now give some 'surance that thou art Revenge : Aar. If there be devils, 'would I were a devil, Stab them, or tear them on thy chariot wheels ; To live and burn in everlasting fire ;

And then I'll come, and be thy waggoner, So I might have your company in hell,

And whirl along with thee about the globes. But to torment you with my bitter tongue ! Provide thee proper palfries, black as jet, Luc. Sirs, stop his mouth, and let him speak To hale thy vengeful waggon swift away, no more.

And find out murderers in their guilty caves :

And, when thy car is loaden with their heads, Enter a Goth.

I will dismount, and by the waggon wheel Goth. My lord, there is a messenger froin Trot, like a servile footman, all day long ! Rome,

E'en from Hyperion's rising in the east, Desires to be admitted to your presence.

Until his very downfal in the sea. Luc. Let him come near.

And day by day I'll do this heavy task,

So thou destroy Rapine and Murder there.
Enter ÆMILIUS.

Tam. These are my ministers, and come with Welcome Æmilius, what's the news from Rome ?

me. Æmil. Lord Lucius, and you princes of the

Tit. Are they thy ministers? what are they Goths,

call'd ? The Roman emperor greets you all by me:

Tam. Rapine and Murder : therefore called so, And, for he understands you are in arms, 'Cause they take vengeance of such kind of men. He craves a parley at your father's house, | Tit. Good lord, how like the empress' solis Willing you to demand your hostages,

they are ! And they shall be immediately deliver'd.

And you the empress ! But we worldly men 1 Goth. What says our general

Have miserable, mad, mistaking eyes. Luc. Æmilius, let the emperor give his pledges, O sweet Revenge, now do I come to thee : Unto my father and my uncle Marcus,

And, if one arm's embracement will content thee, And we will come.--March away. • [Ereunt. I will embrace thee in it by and by.

[Erit TITUS from above, SCENE 11.-Rome. Before Titus' House. Tam. This closing with him fits his lunacy :

What'er I forge, to feed his brain-sick fits, Enter TANORA, CHIRON, and DEMETRIUS, Do you uphold and maintain in your speeches, disguised.

For now he firmly takes me for Revenge ; Tam. Thus, in this strange and sad habiliment. And being credulous in this mad thought, I will encounter with Andronicus ;

I'll make him send for Lucius, bis son ;

And, whilst I at a banquet hold him sure, • Perhaps this is a stage direction, crept into the text. I'll find some cuuning practice out of band,

To scatter and disperse the giddy Goths,

Tit. I know thou dost; and, sweet Revenge, Or, at the least, make then his enemies.

farewell. See, here he comes, and I must ply iny theme. Chi. Tell us, old man, low shall we be em:

ploy'd. Enter TITUS.

Tit. Tut, I have work enough for you to do.-mit. Long have I been forlorn, and all for Publius, come bither, Caius, and Valentine ! . thee :

Enter PUBLIUS, and others.
Welcome, dread fury, to my woful house ;-
Rapine, and Murder, you are welcome too :-

Pub. What's your will ?
How like the empress and her sons you are !

Tit. Know you these two ? Well are you fitted, had you but a Moor ;

Pub. Th' empress' sons, Conld not all hell afford you such a devil ?

I take them, Chiron and Demetrius. For, well I wot, the empress never wags,

Tit. Fie, Publius, fie! thou art too much de. But in her company there is a Moor;

ceiv'd; And, would you represent our queen aright,

The one is Murder, Rape is the other's name : It were convenient you had such a devil:

And therefore bind them, gentle Publius ; But welcome, as you are. What shall we do? | Caius and Valentine, lay hands on them: Tam. What would'st thou have us do, An. Oft have you heard me wish for such an hour. dronicus ?

And now I find it: therefore bind them sure, Dem. Show me a murderer, I'll deal with him. And stop their mouths, if they begin to cry. Chi. Show me a villain, that hath done a rape.

Erit Tirus.--PUBLIUS, &c. lay hold on And I am sent to be reveng'd on him.

CHIRON and DEMETRIUS. T'am. Show me a thousand that hath done Chi. Villains, forbear: we are the empress' sons. And I will be revenged on them all. [thee wrong, Pub. And therefore do we what we are coinTit. Look round about the wicked streets of

manded.

(word: Rome,

Stop close their mouths, let them not speak a And when thou find'st a man that's like thyself, Is be sure bound ? look that you bind them fast. Good Murder, stab him : he's a murderer.

Re-enter TITUS ANDRONICUS, with LAVINIA; Go thou with him ; and when it is thy hap, To find another that is like to thee,

she bearing a basin, and he a knife. Good Rapine, stab bim ! he is a ravisber.

Tit. Come, come, Lavinia ! look, thy foes are Go thou with them ! and, in the emperor's court,

bound; There is a queen, attended by a Moor;

Sirs, stop their mouths, let them not speak to me; Well may'st thou know her by thy own pro

But let them hear what fearful words I utter. portion,

0 villains, Chiron and Demetrius! For up and down she doth resemble thee : Here stands the spring whom you have stain'd I pray thee, do on them some violent death,

with mud; They have been violent to me and mine.

This goodly summer with your winter mix'd. Tun. Well hast thou lesson'd us : this shall | You kill'd her husband : and, for that vile fault. we do.

Two of her brothers were condemn'd to death; But would it please thee, good Andronicus, My hand cut off, and made a merry jest ; To send for Lucius, thy thrice valiant son,

Both her sweet hands, her tongue, and that, Who leads towards Rome a band of warlike Goths,

more dear And bid him come and banquet at thy house : Than hands or tongue, her spotless chastity, When he is here, even at thy solemn feast, Inhuman traitors, you constrain'd and forc'd. I will bring in the empress and her sons,

What would you say, if I should let you speak! The emperor himself, and all thy foes,

Villains, for shame you could not beg for grace. And at thy mercy shall they stoop and kneel, Hark, wretches, how I mean to martyr you. And on them shalt thou ease thy angry heart. This one hand yet is left to cut your throats ; What says Andronicus to this device?

Whilst that Lavinia 'tween her stumps doth hold Tit. Marcus, my brother O'tis sad Titus calls. / The basin that receives your guilty blood.

You know your mother means to feast with me, Enter Marcus.

And calls herself Revenge, and thinks me mad, Go, gentle Marcus, to thy nephew Lucius ! Hark, villains; I will grind your bones to dust, Thou shalt inquire him out among the Goths : And with your blood and it, I'll make a paste ; Bid him repair to me, and bring with him

And of the paste a coftinI will rear, Some of the cbiefest princes of the Goths : And make two pasties of your shameful heads; Bid him encamp his soldiers where they are : And bid that strumpet, your unhallow'd dam, Tell him, the emperor and the empress too Like to the earth, swallow her own increase. Feast at my house : and he shall feast with them. This is the feast that I have bid her to, This do thou for my love ; and so let him, | And this the banquet she shall surfeit on;

For worse than Philomel you us'd my daughter, Mar. This will I do, and soon return again. And worse than Progne I will be reveng'd :

T Exit. And now prepare your throats,-Lavinia, come, Tam. Now will I hence about thy business,

(He cuts their Throats, And take my ministers along with me.

Receive the blood, and, when that they are dead, Tit. Nay, nay, let Rape and Murder stay with Let me go grind their bones to powder small, Or else I'll call my brother back again, fine ;| And with this bateful liquor temper it ; And cleave to no revenge but Lucius.

And in this paste let their vile heads be bak'd. Tam. What say you, boys? will you abide Come, come, be every one oflicious Wbiles I go tell my lord the emperor, (with bim, To make this banquet ; which I wish may prove How I have govern'd our determin's jest?

More stern and bloody than the Centaur's feast.. Yield to his humour, smooth and speak him fair, So, now bring them in, for I will play the cook,

Aside. And see them ready 'gainst their mother comes. And tarry with him, till I come again.

(Exeunt, bearing the dead bodies. Tit. I know them all, though they suppose me mad,

| SCENE 111.-The same.-A Pavilion, wilh And will o'er-reach them in their own devices;

Tables, &c. A pair of cursed hell-hounds, and their dam.

A side.

Enter Lucius, MARCUS, and GOTHS, with Dem. Madam, depart at pleasure, leave us

AARON, prisoner. here.

Luc. Uncle Marcus, since 'tis my father's mind Tam. Farewell, Andronicus: Revenge now goes That I repair to Rome, I am content. To lay a complot to betray thy foes. [Erit TANORA.

Crust of a raised pye.

This regards bis aged fald soon return agaior:. And now prep

LHC Moore siger,

Mar. Romeer'd. like high telt agai's bear,

I Goth. And our's, with thine, befall what | Sat. Go, fetch tiem bither to us presently. fortune will.

Tit. Why, there they are both baked in that Luc. Good uucle take you in this barbarons

pye,

Whereof their mother daintily hath fed, This ravenous tiger, this accursed devil;

Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred. Let him receive no sustenance, fetter him,

ris true, 'us true ; witness my knife's sharp Till be be brought unto the empress' face,

point.

(Killing TAMORA. For testimony of her foul proceedings :

Sat. Die, frantic wretch, for this accursed And see the ambush of our friends be strong :

deed.

(Killing TITUS I fear the emperor means no good to us.

Luc. Can the son's eye behold his father Aar. Some devil whisper curses in mine ear.

bleed ? And prompt me, that iny tongue may utter forth There's meed for meed, death for a deadly deed. The venomous malice of my swelling heart! (Kills SATURNINUS. A great tumult. The Luc, Away, inhurnan dog! unhallow'd slave!

People in confusion disperse. MARCUS, Sirs, belp our uncle to convey hiin in.

LUCIUS, and their Partisans, ascend the [Exeunt GOT HLs, with AARON. Flourish. steps before Tirus' house. The trumpets show, the emperor is at hand.

Mar. You sad-fac'd men, people and sons of

Rome, Enter SATURNINUS and TAYORA, with Tri-By uproar sever'd, like a flight of fow! bunes, Senators, and others.

Scatter'd by winds and high tempestuous gusts, Sat. What, bath the firmament more suns

o let me teach you how to knit again than one ?

This scatter'd corn into one mutual sbeaf, Luc. What boots * it thee, to call thyself a These broken limbs again into one body. sun?

Sen. Lest Rome herself be bane unto herMar. Rome's emperor, and nephew, break + | self: the parle ;

And she, whom mighty kingdoms curt'sy to, These quarrels must be quietly debated.

Like a forlorn and desperate cast-away, The feast is ready which the careful Titus

Do shameful execution on herself. Hath ordain'd to an honourable end,

But if my frosty signs and chaps of age, For peace, for love, for league, and good to | Grave witnesses of true experience, Rome :

Cannot induce you to attend my words, Please you, therefore, draw nigh, and take your Speak, Rome's dear friend ; (T. LUCIUS.) as erst places.

our ancestor, Sat. Marcus, we will.

When with his solemn tongue he did discourse (Hautboys sound. The Company sit down | To love-sick Dido's sad attending ear. af table.

The story of that baleful burning night,

Wheu subtle Greeks surpris'd king Priam's Enter Titus, dressed like a cook, LAVINIA,

Troy; teiled. voung LUCIUS, and others. TITUSI Tell us, what Sinon hath bewitch'd our ears, places the dishes on the table.

Or who hath brought the fatal engine in, Tit. Welcome, my gracious lord: welcome, That gives our Troy, our Rome, the civil dread queen:

wound. Welcome, ye warlike Goths : welcome, Lucius : My heart is not compact of flint nor steel; And welcome, all : although the cheer be poor, Nor can I utter all our bitter grief, Twill fill your stomachs ; please you eat of it. But floods of tears will drowa my oratory, Sat. Why art thou thus attir'd, Andronicus? And break my very utterance : even i’the time

Tit. Because I would be sure to have all well, When it should move you to attend me most, To entertain your highness and your empress. Lending your kind commiseration : Tam. We are beholden to you, good An

Here is a captain, let him tell the tale ; dronicus.

Your hearts will throb and weep to hear him Tit. An if your highness knew my heart,

speak. you were.

Luc. Then, noble auditory, be it known to you, My lord the emperor, resolve me this ;

That cursed Chiron and Demetrius Was it well done of rash Virginius,

Were they that murdered our emperor's brother ; To slay his daughter with his own right hand, And they it were that ravished our sister : Because she was enforc'd, stain'd, and de For their fell faults our brotbers were beheaded ; flower'd !

Our father's tears despis'd; and basely cozen'd Sat. It was, Andronicus.

Of that true band, that fougbt Rome's quarrel Tit. Your reason, mighty lord !

out, Sat. Because the girl should not survive her And sent her enemies unto the grave. shame,

Lastly, myself uukindly banished, And by her presence still renew his sorrows. The gates shut on me, and turn'd weeping out,

Tit. A reasou mighty, strong, and effectual ; To beg relief among Rome's enemies ; A pattern, precedent, and lively warrant,

Who drown'd their enmity in my true tears, For me, most wretcbed to perform the like: And op'd their arms to embrace me as a friend : Die, die, Lavinia, and thy shame with thee; And I am the turn'd-forth, be it known to you,

He kills LAVINIA. That have preserv'd her welfare in my blood; And, with thy shame, thy father's sorrow diet And from her bosom took the enemy's point, Sat. What hast thou done unnatural, and Sheathing the steel in my advent'rous body. unkind ?

Alas ; you know, I am no vaunter, I; Tit. Kill'd ber. for whom my tears have made My scars can witness, dumb although they are, I am as woful as Virginius was: (me blind. That my report is just, and full of truth. And have a thousand times more cause than he But, soft : methinks I do digress too mucli, To do this outrage ; and it is now done.

Citing my worthless praise : O pardon me; Sat. What, was she ravish'd ? tell, who did For when no friends are by, men praise themthe deed.

selves. Tit. Will't please you eat? will't please your Mar. Now is my turn to speak : Bebold this bigbness feed

child, Tam. Why hast thou slain thine only daughter (Pointing to the child in the arms of un thus ?

attendant.
Tit. Not 1, 'twas Chiron and Demetrius : of this was Tamora delivered ;
They ravish'd her, and cut away her tongue, The issue of an irreligious Moor,
And they, 'twas they, that did her all this wrong. Chief architect aud plotter of these woes ;

Benefits.

Begin the purley.

• Read he.

The villain is alive in Titus' house,

Many a time he danc'd thee on his knee, Damn'd as he is, to witness this is true.

Sung thee asleep, his loving breast thy pillow : Now judge, what cause bad Titus to revenge Many a matter hath he told to thee, These wrongs, unspeakable, past patience, Meet, and agreeing with thine infancy : Or more tban any living man could bear.

In that respect then, like a loving child, Now you have heard the truth, what say you, Shed yet some small drops froin thy tender Romans 1

spring, Have we done aught amiss Show us wherein, Because kind nature doth require it so: (woe : And, from the place where you behold us now, Friends should associate friends in grief and (The poor remainder of Andronici)

Bid him farewell; conimit him to the grave; We'll band in hand, all headlong cast us down, Do him that kindness, and take leave of bim. And on the ragged stones beat forth our brains, Boy. O grandsire, grandsire ! even with all my And inake a mutual closure of our house.

heart Speak, Romans, speak; and, if you say we Would I were dead, so you did live again! shall,

o lord, I cannot speak to him for weeping; Lo, hand in hand, Lucius and I will fall.

My tears will choke ine, if I ope my mouth, mil. Come, come, thout reverend man of Rome,

Enter Attendants, with AARON. And bring our emperor gently in thy hand :

1 Rom. You sad Audrovici. bave done with Lucius our emperor ; for, well I know

woes; The cominon voice do cry, it shall be so.

Give sentence on this execrable wretch, Rom. Several speak.) Lucius, all hail ; 1 That hath been breeder of these dire events. Rome's royal emperor !

Luc. Set him breast-deep in earth, and fa

mish him ; LUCIUS, &c. descend.

There let him stand, and rave and cry for food; Mar. Go, go into old Titus' sorrowful house; if any one relieves or pities him,

To an Attendant. For the offence he dies. This is our doom : And bither hale that misbelieving Moor,

Some stay, to see him fasten'd in the earth. To be adjudg'd some direful slaugbtering death, Aar. Ohl why should wrath be mute, and fury As punishment for his most wicked life.

dumb 1 Rom. [Several speak.) Lucius, all hail; I am no baby, I that, with base prayers, Rome's gracious governor !

I should repent the evils I have done : Luc. Thanks, gentle Romans ; May I goveru Ten thousand worse that ever yet I did 50,

Would I perform, if I might have my will ; To heal Rome's harms, and wipe away her woe! If one good deed in all my life I did, Bet, gentle people, give ine aim awhile,

I do repent it from my very soul. For nature puts me to a heavy task ;

1 Luc. Some loving friends convey the empero Stand all aloof :-but, uncle, draw you near,

hence, To shed obsequious tears upon this truuk : And give him burial in bis father's grave: o take this warm kiss on thy pale cold lips, My father, and Lavinia, shall forth with

(Kisses Titus. Be closed in our household's monument These sorrowful drops upon thy blood-stain's As for that heinous tiger, Tamora, face,

No funeral rite, nor man in mournful weeds, The last true duties of thy noble son !

No mournful bell sball ring her burial; Mar. Tear for tear, and loving kiss for kiss, But tbrow her forth to beasts and birds of prey. Thy brother Marcus tenders on thy lips :

| Her life was beast-like, and devoid of pity ; Oh! were the sum of these that I should pay And, being so, shall have like want of pity. Countless and infinite, yet would I pay them! See justice done to Aaron, that damu'd Moor, Luc. Come hither, boy; come, come, and By whom our heavy haps bad their beginning : learu of us

| Then, afterwards, to order well the state ; To melt in showers: Thy grandsire lov'd tbee That like events may ne'er it ruinate, well :

(Ereunt.

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