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a woman's CHRON. That be thereby they that made away

is gone

heart

will

Chi. I warrant you, madam ; we will make | SCENE IV.-The same.

that sure.Come, mistress, now perforce we will enjoy

Enter AARON, with QUINTUS and Marrics. That nice-preserved honesty of your's.

Aar. Come on, my lords; the better foot be. Lav. 0 Tamora! thou bear'st a woman's

fore : face,

Straight will I bring you to the loathsome pit, Tum. I will not hear her speak : away with Where I espy'd the panther fast asleep. ber.

Quin. My sight is very dull, whate'er it bodes. Lav. Sweet lords, entreat her hear me but a Mart. And mine, I promise you; wer't not word.

for shame, Dem. Listen, fair madam : Let it be your Well could I leave our sport to sleep awhile. glory

[MARTIUS falls into the Pit. To see her tears : but be your heart to them, Quin. What art thou fallen ? What subtle hole As unrelenting fint to drops of rain.

is this, Lav. When did the tiger's young ones teach Whose mouth is cover'd with rude-growing briers ; the dam ?

Upon whose leaves are drops of new-shed blood, Oh! do not learn her wrath, she taught it thee : As fresh as morning's dew distillid on flowers ? The milk thou suck'dst from her did turn to A very fatal place it seems to me :marble ;

Speak, brother, hast thou burt thee with the fall ? Even at thy teat thou hadst thy tyranny.

Mart. O brother, with the dismallest object Yet every mother breeds not sons alike;

That ever eye, with sight, made heart lament. Do thou entreat her sbow a woman's pity.

Aar. [Aside.) Now will I fetch the kin

find them here ; Chi. What I would'st thou have me prove my. That he thereby may give a likely guess, self a bastard ?

How these were they that made away his brother. Lav. 'Tis true; the raven doth not hatch a

[Exit. lark :

Mart. Why dost not comfort me, and help Yet I have heard (oh ! could I find it now!)

me out The lion moy'd with pity, did endure

From this unlallow'd and blood-stained hole ? To have his princely paws par'd all away.

Quin. I am surprised with an uncouth fear : Some say that ravens foster forlorn children, A chilling sweat o'er-runs my trembling joints : The whilst their OWD birds famish in their My heart suspects more than mine eye can see. nests :

Mart. To prove thou hast a true-divining Oh! be to me, though thy hard heart say no,

heart, Nothing so kind, but something pitiful !

Aaron and thou look down into this den, Tam. I know not what it means : away with | And see a fearful sight of blood and death. her.

Quin. Aaron is gone ; and my compassionate Lav. Oh! let me teach thee : for my father's sake,

Will not permit mine eyes once to behold That gave thee life, when well he might have the thing, whereat it trembles by surmise : slain thee,

Oh! tell me how it is ; for ne'er till now Be not obdurate, open thy deaf ears.

Was I a child, to fear I know not what. Tam. Had thou in person ne'er offended me Mart. Lord Bassianus lies embrewed here, Even for his sake am I pitiless :

All on a heap, like to a slaughter'a lamb, Remember, boys, I pour'd forth tears in vain, In this detested, dark, blood-drinking pit, To save your brother from the sacrifice ;

Quin. If it be dark, how dost thou know 'ús But fierce Andronicus would not relent.

he? Therefore away with her, and use her as you Mart. Upon his bloody finger he doth wear will:

A precious ring, that lightens all the hole, The worse to her, the better lov'd of me.

Which, like a taper in some monument, Lav. 0 Tamora, be call'd a gentle queen, Doth shine upon the dead man's earthy cheeks, And with thine own bands kill me in this And shows the ragged entrails of this pit: place :

So pale did shine the moon on Pyrainus, For 'tis not life that I have begg'd so long; When he by night lay bath'd in maiden blood. Poor I was slain, when Bassianus died.

O brother, help me with thy fainting hand, Tar. What begg'st thou then : fond woman, if fear hath made thee faint, as me it hath,-let me go.

Out of this fell devouring receptacle, Lav, 'Tis present death I beg; and one thing As hateful as Cocytus' misty mouth. more,

Quin. Reach me thy band, that I may help That womanhood denies my tongue to tell :

thee out; Oh! keep me from their worse than killing lust, Or, wanting strength to do thee so much good, And tnible me into sorne loathsome pit ;

I may be pluck'd into the swallowing womb Where never man's eye may behold my body : of this deep pit, poor Bassianus' grave. Do this, and be a charitable murderer.

I have no strength to pluck thee to the brink. Tam. So should I rob my sweet sons of their Mart. Nor I no strength to climb without thy fee:

help. No, let them satisfy their lust on thee.

Quin. Thy hand once more; I will not loose Dem. Away, for thou bast staid us bere too Till thou art here aloft, or I below: (again, long.

Thou canst not come to me, I come to thee. Lav. No grace 1 no womanhood ? Ah! beastly

(Falls in. creature ! The blot and enemy to our general name!

Enter SATURNINUS and AARON. Confusion fall

Sat. Along witb me: I'll see what hole is Chi. Nay, then, I'll stop your mouth :-Bring

here, thou her husband ;

And what he is, that now is leap'd into it. (Dragging off LAVINIA. Say, who art thou, that lately didst descend This is the hole where Aaron bid us hide him. Into this gaping hollow of the earth?

(Ereunt. Mart. The happy son of old Andronicus : Tam. Farewell, my sons : see that you make Brought thither in a most unlucky hour, her sure :

To find thy brother Bassianus dead. Ne'er let my heart know merry cheer indeed, Sat. My brother dead? I know thou dost but Till all the Andronici be made away.

jest: Now will I hence to seek my lovely Moor, He and his lady both are at the lodge, And let my spleenful sons this trull deflower. Upon the north side of this pleasant chase :

(Exit. l'l'is not an hour since I left him tbere.

Murt. We know not where you left him all| Dem. She hath no tongue to call, nor hand alive,

to wash; But, out alas ! here have we found him dead. And so let's leave her to her silent walks.

Chi. An 'twere my case, I should go lalig Enter TAMORA, with Attendants ; TITUS AN.

myself. DRONICUS, and Lucius.

Dem. I thou badst hands to help thee kuit Tam. Where is my lord, the king ?

the cord. Sat. Here, Tamora ; though griev'd with kill.

(Exeunt DEMETRIUS and CHIRON. ing grief. Tam. Where is thy brother Bassianus ?

Enter Marcus. Sat. Now to the bottom dost thou search my Mar. Who's this,-my neice, that dies away wound:

so fast? Poor Bassianus here lies murdered.

Cousin, a kord ; Where is your husband !Tam. Then all too late I bring this fatal writ, If I do dream, 'would all my wealth would wake Giving a Letter.

me ! The complot of this timeless tragedy ;

If I do wake, some planet strike me down, And wonder greatly, that man's face can fold That I may slumber in eternal sleep In pleasing smiles such murderous tyranny.

Speak, gentle niece, what stern ungentle bands Sat. [Reads. An is we miss to meet him Have lopp'd, and hew'd, and made thy body hand somely,

bare Sweet huntsman, Bassianus 'tis, we mean, of her two branches I those sweet ornaments, Do thou so much as dig the grave for him ; Whose circling shadows kings have sought to Thou know'st our meaning ; Look for thy re.

sleep in ; ward

And might not gain so great a bappiness, Among the neltles at the elder tree,

As half thy love? Why dost not speak to me Which over shades the mouth of that same pit. | Alas, a crimson river of warm blood, There we decreed to bury Bassiumus.

Like to a bubbling fountain stirr'd with wind, Do this, and purchase us thy lasting friends. Doth rise and fall between thy rosed lips, 0 Tamora! was ever heard the like?

Coming and going with thy honey breath. This is the pit, and this the elder tree :

But sure, some Tereus hath deflower'd thee; Look, Sirs, if you can find the huntsman out, And, lest thou should'st detect him, cut thy That should have murder'd Bassianus here.

tongue. Aar. My gracious lord, here is the bag of gold. Ah I now thou turnest away thy face for shame.

Showing it. | And, notwithstanding all this loss of blood. Sat. Two of thy whelps, (To Tit.) fell curs of As from a conduit with three issuing spouts,bloody kind,

Yet do thy cheeks look red as Titan's face, Have here bereft my brother of his fe :-

Blashing to be encounter'd with a cloud. Sirs, drag them from the pit unto the prison ; Shall I speak for thee ? shall I say, 'tis so There let them bide, until we have devis'd

Oh ! that I knew thy heart ; and knew the beast Some never heard of torturing pain for them. That I might rail at him to ease my mind ! Tam. What, are they in this pit! O wondrous Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopp'd thing!

Doth burn the heart to cinders where it is. How easily murder is discovered !

Fair Philomela, she but lost her tongue, Tit. High emperor, upon my feeble knee And in a tedious sampler sew'd her mind : I beg this boon, with tears not lightly shed, But, lovely niece, that mean is cut from thee; That this fell fault of my accursed sons,

A craftier Terens hast tnon met witbal, Accursed, if the fanlt be prov'd in them,

And he hath cnt those pretty fingers off, Sat. If it be prov'd! you see, it is appa-That could have better sewa tan Pmom rent.

Oh! had the inouster seen those lily hands Who found this letter ? Tamora, was it you? | Tremble, like aspen leaves, upon a lute,

Tam. Andronicus himself did take it up. And make the silken strings delight to kiss them,

Tit. I did, my lord: vet let me be their bail : He would not then have touch'd them for bis For by my father's reverend tomb, I vow,

life; They shall be ready at your highness' will, Or, had he heard the heavenly harmony, To answer their suspicion with their lives. Which that sweet tongue hath made, Sat. Thou shalt not bail tbem : see, thou fol. He would have dropp'd his knife, and fell low me.

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asleep. Some bring the murder'd body, some the mur- As Cerberus at the Thracian poet's feet. Let them not speak a word, the guilt is plain; Come, let us go, and make thy father blind : For, by my soul, were there worse end than For such a sight will blind a father's eye : death,

One hour's storm will drown the fragrant meads; That end upon them should be executed.

What will whole months of tears thy father's Tam. Andronicus, I will entreat the king :

eyes ? Fear not thy sons, they shall do well enough. Do not draw back, for we will mourn with thee; Tit. Come, Lucius, come: stay not to talk Oh! could our mourning ease thy misery ! with them.

(Ereunt. [Ereunt severally. SCENE V.-The same.

ACT III.
Enter DEMETRIUS and CHIRON, with LAVINIA,
ravished; her Hands cut off, and her

SCENE 1.- Rome.-A Street.
Tongue cut out.
Dem. So, now go tell, an if thy tongue can

Enter SENATORS, TRIBUNES, and Officers of speak,

Justice, with MARTIUS and QUINTUS, bound, Who 'twas that cut thy tongue, and ravish'd thee.

passing on to the Place of Execution : T. Chi. Write down thy mind, bewray thy mean. Tos golng before, pleading. ing so;

Tit. Hear me, grave fathers ! noble tribunes And if thy stumps will let thee play the scribe.

stay ! Dem. See, how with signs and tokens she can For pity of mine age, whose youth was spent scowl.

In dangerous wars, whilst you securely slept ; Chi. Go home, call for sweet water, wasb tby For all my blood in Rome's great quarrel shed; hands.

For all the frosty nights that I have watch'd ;

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And for these bitter tears, which now you seo And they have nurs'd this woe, in feeding life : Filling the aged wrinkles in my cheeks ;

In bootless prayer have they been held up, Be pitiful to my condemned sons,

And they have serv'd me to effectless use :
Whose souls are not corrupted as 'tis thought ! Now, all the service I require of them
For two and twenty sons I never wept,

Is, that the one will help to cut the other.
Because they died in honour's lofty bed :

"Tis well, Lavinia, that thou hast no hands; For these, these, tribunes, in the dust I write For hands, to do Rome service, are but vain.

(Throwing himself on the Ground. Luc. Speak, gentle sister, who hath martyr'd My heart's deep languor, and my soul's sad tears.

thee? Let my tears staunch the earth's dry appetite: Mar. Oh ! that delightful engine of her My sons' sweet blood will make it shame and

thoughts, blush.

That blabb'd them with such pleasing eloquence, i kreunt SENATORS, TRIBUNES, &c. Is torn from forth that pretty hollow cage : with the Prisoners.

Where, like a sweet melodious bird, it sung 0 earth, I will befriend thee more with rain, Sweet varied notes, enchanting every ear ! That shall distil from these two ancient urns, Luc. Oh I say thou for her, who hath done this Than youthful April shall with all bis showers :

deed ? In summer's drought, I'll drop upon thee still : Mar. Oh! thus I found her, staying in the In winter, with warm tears I'll melt the show,

park, And keep eternal spring-time on thy face,

Seeking to hide herself, as doth the deer, So thou refuse to drink my dear sons' blood. That hath receiv'd some unrecuring wound.

Tit. It was my deer; and he that wounded Enter Lucius, with his Sword drawn.

her, O reverend tribunes! gentle aged men !

Hath hurt me more, than had he killed me dead : Unbind my sons, reverse the doom of death; For now I stand as one upon a rock, And let me say, that never wept before,

Environ'd with a wilderness of sea; My tears are now prevailing orators.

Who marks the waxing tide grow wave by wave, Luc. O noble father, you lament in vain ; Expecting ever when some envions surge The tribunes bear you not, no man is by, Will in his brinish bowels swallow hiin. And you recount your sorrows to a stone.

This way to death my wretched sons are gone ; Tit. Ah! Lucius. for thy brothers let me plead : Here stands my other son a banish'd man ! Grave tribunes, once more I entreat of you. And here, my brother, weeping at my woes ; Luc. My gracious lord, no tribune bears you But that which gives my soul the greatest spurn, speak.

Is dear Lavinia, dearer than my soul.Tit. Why, 'tis no matter, man : if they did Had I but seen thy picture in this plight, bear,

It would have madded me; What shall I do They would not mark me ; or if they did mark, Now I behold thy lively body so All bootless to them, they'd not pity me.

Thou hast no hands to wipe away thy tears ; Therefore I tell my sorrows to the stones; Nor tongue to tell me who has martyr'd thee : Who, though they cannot answer my distress, Thy busband he is dead : and, for his death, Yet in some sort they're better than the tribunes, Thy brothers are condemn'd and dead by this: For that they will not intercept my tale :

Look, Marcus ! ah ! son Lucius, look on her! When I do weep, they humbly at my feet When I did name her brothers, then fresh tears Receive my tears, and seem to weep with me; Stood on her cheeks ; as doth the honey dew And, were they but attired in grave weeds, Upon a gather'd lily almost wither'd. Rome could afford no tribune like to these. Mar. Perchance, she weeps because they kill'd A stone is soft as wax, tribunes more hard than

her husband : stones :

Perchance, because she knows them innocent. A stone is silent, and offendeth not:

Tit. If they did kill thy husband, then be joy And tribunes with their tongues doom men to death.

Because the law hath ta'en revenge on them. But wherefore stand'st thou with thy weapon No, no, they would not do so foul a deed ; drawn?

Witness the sorrow that their sister makes.Luc. To rescue my two brothers from their Gentle Lavinia, let me kiss thy lips; death :

Or make some sign bow I may do thee ease : For which attempt, the judges have pronounc'd Shall thy good incle, and thy brother Lucius, My everlasting dooni of banishment.

And thou, and I, sit round about some fountain ; Tit. O happy man, they have befriended thee. Looking all downwards, to hehold our cheeks Why, foolish Lucius, dost thou not perceive, How they are stain'd; like meadows, yet not That Rome is but a wilderness of tigers ?

dry
Tigers must prey ; and Rome affords no prey, With miry slime left on them by a flood ?
But me and mine : How happy art thou then, And in the fountain shall we gaze so long,
From these devourers to be banished !

Till the fresh taste be taken from that clearness, But wbo comes with our brother Marcus here? And made a brine-pit with our bitter tears?

Or shall we cut away our hands, like thine ? Enter MARCUS and LAVINIA.

Or shall we bite our tongues, and in dumb Mar. Titus, prepare thy noble eyes to weep;

shows Or, if not so, thy noble heart to break;

Pass the remainder of our hateful days ? I bring consuming sorrow to thine age.

What shall we do? let us, that have our tongues, Tit. Will it consume me? let me see it then. Plot some device of further misery, Mar. This was thy daughter.

To make us wonder'd at in time to come. Tit. Why, Marcus, so she is.

Luc. Sweet father, cease your tears; for, at Luc. Ah I me, this object kills me !

your grief, Tit. Faint hearted boy, arise, and look upon See how my wretched sister sobs and weeps. her :

Mar. Patience, clear niece :-good Titus, dry Speak, my Lavinia, what accursed hand

thine eyes. Hath made thee handless in thy father's sight? Tit. Ah, Marcus, Marcus ! brother, well I What fool hath added water to the sea,

wot, Or brought a faggot to bright burning Troy? Thy napkin † cannot drink a tear of mine, My griet was at the height before thou cam'st, For thou, poor man, hast drown'd it with thine And now, like Nilus, it disdaineth bounds,

own. Give me a sword, I'll chop off my hands too; Luc. Ah! my Lavinia, I will wipe thy For they have fought for Rome, and all in vain ;

cheeks.

•The river Nile.

Know

Handkerchief.

Tit. Mark, Marqus. mark! I understand her Tit. Oh ! here I lin this one hand up to hea. sigus:

vell, Had she a tongue to speak, now would she say | And bow this feeble ruin to the earth : That to her brother which I said to thee;

If any power pities wretched tears, His napkin, with his true tears all bewet,

To that I call :What, wilt thou kneel with me! Can do no service on her sorrowful cheeks.

[7) LAVINIA. Oh! what a sympathy of woe is this?

Do then, dear heart ; for heaven shall hear our As far froin help as limbo is from bliss !

prayers;

Or with our sighs we'll breathe the welkin dim, Enter AARON.

And stain the sun with fog, as soinetime clouds. Aar. Titus Andronicus, my lord the emperor When they do hug him in their melting bo Sends thee this word,That, if thou love thy | Mar. O brother, speak with possibilities. sons,

And do not break into these deep extremes. Let Marcus, Lucius, or thyself old Titus,

Tit. Is not my sorrow deep having no bot Or any one of you, chop off your hand,

tom? And send it to the king : be for the same,

Then be my passions bottomless with them. Will send thee hither both thy sons alive :

Mar. But yet let reason govern thy lament. And tbat shall be the ransom for their fault. Tit. If there were reason for these miseries,

Tit. O gracious emperor! O gentle Aaron ! Then into limits could i bind my woes : Did ever raven sing so like a lark,

When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth That gives sweet tidings of the sun's uprise 1

o'erflow ? With all my heart, I'll send the emperor

If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad, My hand :

Threat'ning the welkin with his big-swolu face ! Good Aaron, wilt thou help to chop it off ? And wilt thou have a reason for this coil ? Luc. Stay, father; for that noble band of I am the sea; hark, how her sighs do blow ! thine,

She is the weeping welkin, I the earth: That hath thrown down so many enemies, Then must my sea be moved with her sighs ; Shall not be sent : my hand will serve the turn : Then must my earth with her continual fears My youth can better spare my blood than you ; Become a deluge, overflow'd aud drowu'd : And therefore mine shall save my brother's For why? my bowels cannot bide her woes, lives.

But like a drunkard must I voinit them. Mar. Which of your hands hath not defended Then give me leave ; for losers will have leave Rome,

To ease their stomachs with their bitter tongues And rear'd aloft the bloody battle axe, Writing destruction on the enemy's castle ?

Enter @ MESSENGER, with two Heads and a O none of both but are of high desert :

Hand. My hand hath been but idle ; let it serve

Mess. Worthy Audronicus, ill art thou repaid To ransom my two nephews from their death ; For that good hand thou sent'st the emperor. Then have I kept it to a worthy end.

Here are the heads of thy two noble sons ; Aar. Nay, coine agree, whose band shall go And here's thy hand, in scorn to thee sent back ; along,

Thy griefs their sports, thy resolution mock'd: For fear they die before their pardon come. That woe is me to think upon thy woes, Mar. My hand shall go.

More than remenabrance of my father's death. Luc. By heaven it shall not go, Tit. Sirs, strive no more ; such wither'd herbs! Mar. Now let hot Ætna cool in Sicily, as these

And be my heart an ever-burning hell! Are meet for plucking up, and therefore mine. | These miseries are more than may be borne ! Luc. Sweet father, if I shall be thought thy To weep with them that weep doth ease soine son,

deal, Let me redeem my brothers both from death. But sorrow flouted at is double death. Mar. And, for our father's sake, and mother's Luc. Ah! that this sight should ina ke so deep care,

a wound, Now let me show a brother's love to thee, And yet detested life not shrink thereat! Tit. Agree between you : I will spare my That ever death should let lite bear his name, band.

Where life liath no more interest but to breathe Luc. Then I'll go fetch an axe.

(LAVINIA kisses him. Mar. But I will use the axe.

Mar. Alas, poor heart, that kiss is comfortless, (Exeunt Lucius and MARCUS. As frozen water to a starved spake. Tit. Come hither, Aaron ; I'll deceive them Tit. When will this fearful slumber have an both :

end ? Lend me thine hand, and I will give thee mine. Mar. Now, farewell, Battery: Die, Androni Aar. If that be call'd deceit, I will be honest,

cus; And never, whilst I live, deceive inen so:

Thou dost not slumber : see, thy two son's heads,
But I'll deceive you in another sort, (Aside. Thy warlike hand, thy mangled danghter here,
And that you'll say, ere half an hour can pass. Thy other banish'd son, with this dear sight
[lle cuts of Titus' Hand. Strack pale and bloodless; and thy brother, I,

Even like a stony image, cold and pumb.
Enter Lucius and MARCUS.

Ah! now no inore wili I control thy griets : Tit. Now, stay your strife ; what shall be, is Rent off thy silver hair, thy other band despatch'd.-

Guawing with thy teeth ; and be this dissal Good Aaron, give his majesty my hand :

sight Tell birn, it was a band that warded him

The closing up of our most wretched eyes! From thousand dangers ; bid bim bury it ; Now is a time to storm--why art thou still ? More hath it merited, that let it have.

Tit. Ha, ha, ha! As for my sons, say, I account of them

Mar. Why dost thou laugh ? it fits not with As jewels purchas'd at an easy price;

this hour. And yet dear too, because I bought mine own. Tit. Why, I have not another tear to shed :

Aar. I go, Audronicus : and for thy hand, Besides this sorrow is an enemy,
Look by and by to have thy sons with thee : And would usurp upon my watery eyes,

Aside. And make them blind with tributary tears: Their heads, I mean.-Oh ! how this villany Then which way shall I find revenge's cave? Doth fat me with the very thoughts of it!

For these two heads do seern to speak to me Let fools do good, and fair men call for grace, and threat me, I shall never come to diss, Aaron will ha'e his soul black like his face.

• Sufferings.

+ Suir, bustle.

call his face Erit.

Mall all these mischiefs be return'd again,

Speechless complainer, I will learn thy thought; Even in their throats that have committed in thy dumb action will I be as perfect, them.

As begging hermits in their holy prayers : Come, let me see what task I have to do.

Thou shalt not sigh, nor hold thy stumps to You heavy people, circle me about ;

heaven, That I may turn me to each one of you,

Nor wink, nor nod, nor kneel, nor make a sign, And swear unto my soul to right your wrongs. But I, of these, will wrest an alphabet, The vow is made.-Come, brother, take a head; And, by still practice, learn to know thy mcan. And in this hand the other will I bear :

ing. Lavinia, thou shalt be employed in these things ; Boy. Good grandsire, leave these bitter deep Bear thou my hand, sweet wench, between thy

laments : teeth.

Make my aunt merry with some pleasing tale. As for thee, boy, go, got thee from my sight; Mar. Alas! the teuder boy, in passion inov'l, Thou art an exile, and thou must not stay : Doth weep to see his graudsire's heaviness. Hie to the Goths, and raise an army there :

Tit. Peace, tender sapling; tbou art made of And, if you love me, as I think you do,

tears, Let's kiss and part, for we have much to do. And tears will quickly melt thy life away.

(Exeunt Titus, MARCUS, and LAVINIA. (MARCUS strikes the Dish with a knife. Luc. Fårewell, Andronicus, my noble father ; What dost thou strike at, Marcus, with thy The woeful'st man that ever liv'd in Rome !

knife ? Farewell, proud Rome! till Lucius come again, Mar. At that that I have kill'd, my lord ; a He leaves his pledges dearer than his life.

fly. Farewell, Lavinia, my noble sister;

Tit. Out on thee, murderer! thou kill'st my Oh! would thou wert as thou 'tofore hast been !

heart; But now nor Lucius nor Lavinia lives,

Mine eyes are cloy'd with view of tyranny : But ih oblivion, and hateful griefs.

A deed of death, done on the innocent, If Lucius live, he will requite your wrongs; Becomes not Titus' brother: Get thee gone ; And make proud Saturninus and bis empress I see thou art not for my company. Beg at the gates, like Tarquin and his queen. Mar. Alas! my lord, I have but kill'd a ny. Now will I to the Goths, and raise a power, Tit. But how, if that fly had a father and moTo be reveng'd on Rome and Saturnine.

ther?
[Exit. How would he hang his slender gilded wings,

And buz lamenti:g doings in the air?
SOENE II.-A Room in Titus' House. - Poor harmless fly!
A Banquet set out.

That, with his pretty buzzing melody,

Came here to make us merry; and thou has Enter Titus, Marcus, LAVINIA, and young

kill'd bim. LUCIUS, a boy.

Mar. Pardon me, sir; 'twas a black ill-faTit. So, so ; now sit: and lock, you eat no

vour'd fly, more

Like to the empress' Moor; therefore I kill'd him. Than will preserve just so much strength in us Tit. Oh ! oh! oh! As will revenge these bitter woes of ours.

Then pardon me for reprehending thee,
Marcus, unknit that sorrow-wreathen knot ; For thou hast done a charitable deed.
Thy niece and I, poor creatures, want our hands. I Give me thy knife, I will insult on him ;
And cannot passionate our tenfold grief

Flattering myself, as if it were the Moor
With folded arms. This poor right hand of mine Come hither purposely to poison me.-
Is left to tyrannise upon my breast;

There's for thyself, and that's for Tamora.-
And when my heart, all mad with misery,

Ah ! sirrah! Beats in this hollow prison of my flesh,

Yet I do think we are not brouglit so low, Then thus I thump it down.

But that, between us, we can kill a fly, Thou map of woe that thus dost talk in signs! That comes in likeness of a coal-black Moor.

To LAVINIA. Mar. Alas! poor man! grief has so wrought When thy poor heart beats with outrageous

on him, beating

He takes false shadows for true substances. Thou canst not strike it thus to make it still. Tit. Come, take away.-Lavinia, go with me : Wound it with sigbing, girl, kill it with groan; I'll to thy closet; and go read with thee Or get some little knife between thy teeth, Sad stories, chanced in the times of old. And just against thy heart make thou a hole ; Come, boy, and go with me; thy sight is young, That all the tears that thy poor eyes let fall, And thou shalt read, when mine begins to dazzle. May run into that sink, and soaking in,

(Ereunt Drown the lamenting fool in sea-salt tears.

Mar. Fie, brother, fiel teach her not thus to lay
Such violent hands upon her tender life.
Tit. How now! bas sorrow made thee dote

ACT IV.
already ?
Why, Marcus, no man should be mad but I. SCENE 1.-The same. Before Titus'
What violent hands can she lay on her life!

House. Ah! wherefore dost thou urge the name of hands;

Enter TITUS and MARCUS. Then enter young To bid Æneas tell the tale twice o'er,

LUCIUS, LAVINIA running after him. How Troy was burnt, and he made miserable ! Boy. Help, grandsire, help! my aunt Lavinia o handle not the theme, to talk of hands; Follows me every where, I know not why : Lest we remember still, that we have none. Good uncle Marcus, see how swift she comes ! Fie, fie, how frantickly 1 square my talk !

Alas I sweet aunt, I know not what you mean. As if we should forget we had no hands,

Mar. Stand by me, Lucius ; do not fear thine If Marcus did not name the word of hands !

aunt. Come, let's fall to ; and, gentle girl, eat this : Tit. She loves thee, boy, too well to do thee Here is no drink! Hark, Marcus, what she

barm. says ;

Boy. Ay, when my father was in Rome, she I can interpret all her martyr'd signs ;

did. She says, she drinks no other drink but tears, Mar. What means my niece Lavinia by these Brew'd with her sorrows, mesh'd upon her

sigue ? cheeks :

• Constant practice, an a' On to brewing.

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