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Aar. My gracious Lord, here is the Bag of Gold.
Sat. Two of thy Whelps, fell Curs, of bloody kind
Tam. What are they in this Pit?
Tit. High Emperor, upon my feeble Knee,
Sar. If it be provid? you see it is apparent. Who found this Letter, I amora, was it you?
Tam. Andronicus himself did take it up.
Tit. I did, my Lord,
Sat. Thou shalt not bail them, see thou follow me :
Tam. Andronicus, I will intreat the King,
Tit. Come, Lucius, come, Stay not to talk with them.
[Excunt. Enter Demetrius and Chiron, with Lavinia, ber Hands
cut off, and her Tongue cut out, and ravisid. Dem. So now go tell, and if thy Tongue can speak, Who 'twas that cur thy Tongue and ravish'd thee.
Chi. Write down thy mind, bewray thy meaning for And, if thy Scumps will let thee, play the Scribe.
Dem. See how with signs and tokens she can scowl.
Chi. Go home,
Dem. She hath no tongue to call, nor hands to wash; And so let's leave her to her Glent Walks.
Chi. And 'ewere my Cause, I should go hang my self. Dem. If thou had'st Hands to help thee knit the Cord. t
[Exeun. Wind Horns. Enter Marcus from Hunting, to Lavinia.
Mar. Who is this, my Niece, that Aies away so faft? Cousin, a Word, where is your Husband ? If I do Dream, would all my Wealth would wake me; If I do wake, fome Planet strike me down, That I may flumber in eternal Sleep. Speak, gentle Niece, what stern ungentle Hands Hath lop'd and hew'd, and made thy Body bare Of her two Branches, those sweet Ornaments, Whose circling Shadows Kings have sought to sleep in, And might not gain so great a Happiness, As half thy Love ! Why do'st not speak to me? Alas, a crimson River of warm Blood, Like to a bubling Fountain stirr'd with Wind, Doth rise and fall between thy rosy Lips, Coming and going with thy Honey Breath. But sure some Terens hath deflour'd thee, And left thou should'st dete& him, cut thy Tongue, Ah, now thou turn'st away thy Face for Shame! And notwithstanding all this loss of Blood, As from a Conduit with their issuing Spouts, Yet do thy Cheeks look red as Titan's Face, Blushing to be encountred with a Cloud, Shall I speak for thee? Shall I say, 'tis so? Oh that I knew thy Heart, and knew the Beast, That I might rail at him to ease my mind. Sorrow concealed, like an Oven stopt, Doth burn the Heart to Cindars where it is. Fair Philomela, the but lost her Tongue, And in a tedious Sampler sev!ed her mind. But lovely Niece, that mean is cut from thec, A craftier Terens hast thou met 'withall, And he hath cut those pretty Fingers off That could have better fewed than Philomel. Oh had the Monster seen those Lilly Hands Tremble like Aspen Leaves upon a Lute, And make the filken Strings delight to kiss them, He would not then have touch'd them for his Life.
Or had he heard the heavenly Harmony,
AC T II. SCENE I. Enter the Judges and Senators, with Marcus and Quineus
bound, passing on the Stage to the place of Execution, and Ti
tus going before, pleading. T'.
Ear me, grave Fathers, noble Tribunes stay,
For pity of mine Age, whose Youth was spent
[Andronicus lieth down, and the Judges pass by him.
Enter Lucius with his Sword drawn,
Luc. Oh, Noble Father, you lament in vain,
Tit. Ah Lucius, for thy Brothers let me pleadGrave Tribunes, once more I intreat of you
Luc. My gracious Lord, no Tribune hears you speak. Tit. Why, 'tis no matter, Man; if they did hear, They would not maik me: Or if they did hear, They would not picy me. Therefore I tell my Sorrows bootless to the Stones, Who, cho' they cannot answer my Distress, Yet in some fort they are better than the Tribunes, For that they will not intercept ny Tale; When I do weep, they humbly at my Feet Receive my Tears, and seem to weep with me; And were they but atrired in grave Weeds, Rome could afford no Tribune like to these. A Stone is as soft Wax, Tribunes more hard than Stones : A Stone is filent, and offendeth not, And Tribunes with their Tongues doom Men to death. But wherefore stand'lt thou with thy Weapon drawn?
Luc. Torescue my two Brothers from their Death, For which attempt, the Judges/have pronounc'd My everlasting doom of Banishment.
Tit. O happy Man, they have befriended thee:
Enter Marcus and Layitia.
Tit. Will it consume me? Let me see it thren.
Tit. Faint-hearted Boy, arise and look upon her;
Luc. Speak, gentle Sister, who hath martyr'd thee?
of her Thoughts,
Lø. Oh say chou for her,
Mar. Oh thus I found her ftraying in the Park,
Tit. It was my Deer,