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TW. Noz not á Word: How can I grace my talk,
Enter Titus. Wanting a hand to give it action?
Tit. Long have I been forlorn, and all for thee's Thou hast the odds of me, therefore no more. Welcome, dread fury, to my woful house ; – NA Tam. If thou did'st know me, thou would'st talk Rapine, and Murder, you are welcome too : with me.
How like the empress and her sons you are ! Tit. I am not mad; I know thee well enough: Well are you fittéd, had you but a Moor Witness this wretched stump, these crimson lines; Could not all hell afford you such a devil ? Witness these trenches, made by grief and care ; For, well I wot, the empress never wags, Witness the tiring day, and heavy night;
But in her company there is a Moor ;
And, would you represent our queen aright,
But welcome, as you are. What shall we do?
nicus ? I am Revenge ; sent from the infernal kingdom, Dem. Show me a murderer, I'll deal with him. To ease the gnawing vulture of thy mind,
Chi. Show me a villain, that hath done a rape, By working
wreakful vengeance on thy foes. And I am sent to be reveng'd on him. Corne down, and welcome me to this world's light; Tam. Show me a thousand, that have done thee Confer with me of murder and of death :
wrong There's not a hollow cave, or lurking-place, And I will be revenged on them all. No vast obscurity, or misty vale,
Tit. Look round about the wicked streets of Where bloody murder, or detested rape,
Rome; Can couch for fear, but I will find them out; And when thou find'st a man that's like thyself, And in their ears tell them my dreadful name, Good Murder, stab him; he's a murderer. Revenge, which makes the foul offender quake. Go thou with him; and, when it is thy hap,
Tit. Art thou Revenge ? and art thou sent to me, To find another that is like to thee, To be a torment to mine enemies ?
Good Rapine, stab him ; he is a ravisher. Tum. I am ; therefore come down, and welcome Go thou with them; and in the emperor's court me.
There is a queen, attended by a Moor; Tit. Do me some service, ere I come to thee. Well may'st thou know her by thy own proportion, Lo, by thy side where Rapė, and Murder, stands ; For up and down she doth resemble thee ; Now give some 'surance that thou art Revenge,
I pray thee, do on them some violent death, Stáb them, or tear them on thy chariot wheels; They have been violent to me and mine. And then I'll come, and be thy waggoner,
Tam. Well hast thou lesson'd us; this shall we do. And whirl along with thee about the globes. But would it please thee, good Andronicus, Provide thee proper palfries, black as jet,
To send for Lucius, thy thrice valiant son, To hale thy vengeful waggon swift away,
Who leads towards Rome a band of warlike Gothis, And find out murderers in their guilty caves : And bid him come and banquet at thy house : And when thy car is loaden with their heads, When he is here, even at thy solemn feast, I will dismount, and by the waggon wheel
I will bring in the empress and her sons, Trot, like a servile footman, all day long;
The emperor himself, and all thy foes ; Even from Hyperion's rising in the east,
And at thy mercy shall they stoop and kneel, Until his very downfall in the sea.
And on them shalt thou ense thy angry heart. And day by day I'll do this heavy task,
What says Andronicus to this device? So thiou destroy Rapine and Murder there.
Tit. Marcus, my brother ! -- 'tis sad Titus calls. Tam. These are my ministers, and come with me.
Enter MARCUS. Tit. Are they thy ministers ? what are they calld?
Go, gentle Marcus, to thy nephew Lucius ; Tom. Rapine, and Murder ; therefore called so, Thou shalt inquire him out among the Goths ; 'Cause they take vengeance of such kind of men. Bid him repair to me, and bring with him Tit. Good lord, how like the empress' sons they Some of the chiefest princes of the Goths ; are !
Bid him encamp his soldiers where they are: And you, the empress ! But we worldly men Tell him, the emperor and the empress too Have miserable, mad, mistaking eyes.
Feast at my house : and he shall feast with them. O sweet Revenge, now do I come to thee : This do thou for my love ; and so let him, And, if one arm's embracement will content thee : As he regards his aged father's life. I will embrace thee in it by and by.
Mar. This will I do, and soon return again. (Exit. [Exit Titus, from above. Tam. Now will I hence about thy business, Tam. This closing with him fits his lunacy : And take my ministers along with me. Whate'er I forge, to feed his brain-síck fits,
Tit. Nay, nay, let Rape and Murder stay with me; Do you uphold and maintain in your speeches. Or else I'll call my brother back again, For now he firmly takes me for Revenge ;
And cleave to no revenge but Lucius. And, being credulous in this mad thought,
Tam. What say you, boys ? will you abide with I'll make him send for Lucius, his son ;
Whiles I go tell my lord the emperor,
Yield to his humour, smooth and speak hitn fair, Or, at the least, make them his enemies.
(Aside See, here he comes, and I must ply my theme. And tarry with him, till I come again.
Tit. I know them all, though they suppose me For worse than Pluilomel you us'd my daughter,
And worse than Progne I will be reveng'd: And will o'er-reach them in their own devices, And now prepare y our throats. -Lavinia, come, A pair of cursed hell-hounds, and their dam.
(He cuts their throats
(Aside. Receive the blood : and, when that they are dead, Den. Madam, depart at pleasure, leave us here. Let me go grind their bones to powder small,
Tam. Farewell, Andronicus: Revenge now goes And with this hateful liquor temper it; To lay a complot to betray thy foes. [Erit TAMORA. And in that paste let their vile heads be bakida Tit. I know thou dost ; and, sweet Revenge, Come, come, be every one officious farewell.
To make this banquet ; which I wish may prore Chi. Tell us, old man, how shall we be em More stern and bloody than the Centaurs' feaste ploy'd ?
So, now bring them in, for I will play the cook, Tit. Tut, I have work enough for you to do. And see them ready 'gainst their mother comes Publius, come hither, Caius, and Valentine !
[Ereunt, bearing the dead bodies Enter PUBLIUS and others.
SCENE III. - The same. A Pavilion, wüs Pub. What's your will ?
Tables, &c. Tit.
Know you these two ? Pub.
Enter Lucius, Marcus, and Goths, teith AAROS, I take them, Chiron and Demetrius.
prisoner. T'it. Fye, Publius, fye! thou art too much Luc. Uncle Marcus, since 'tis my father's mind, deceiv'd;
That I repair to Rome, I am content. The one is Murder, Rape is the other's name: 1 Goth. And ours, with thine, befall what fortune And therefore bind them, gentle Publius;
will. Caius, and Valentine, lay hands on them :
Luc. Good uncle, take you in this barbarous Oft have you heard me wish for such an hour,
(Exit Titus. - PUBLIUS, &c. lay hold on Till he be brought unto the empress' face,
For testimony of her foul proceedings:
Aar. Some devil whisper curses in mine ear, Stop close their mouths, let them not speak a And prompt me, that my tongue may utter forth word :
The venomous malice of my swelling heart! Is he sure bound ? look, that you bind them fast. Luc. Away, inhuman dog! unhallow'd slave! Re-enter Titus ANDRONICOS, with LAVINIA; she
Sirs, help our uncle to convey him in.
[Exeunt Goths, with Aarox. Flourist bearing a bason, and he a knife.
The trumpets show, the emperor is at hand. Tit. Come, come, Lavinia: look, thy foes are bound;
Enter SATURNIxus and Tamora, with Tribunes, Sirs, stop their mouths, let them not speak to me;
Senators, and others. But let them hear what fearful words I utter. - Sat. What, hath the firmament more suns than O villains, Chiron and Demetrius! Here stands the spring whom you have stain'd with Luc. What boots it thee, to call thyself a sun? mud ;
Mar. Rome's emperor, and nephew, break the This goodly summer with your winter mix'd.
Hath ordain'd to an honourable end, Both her sweet hands, her tongue, and that, more For peace, for love, for league, and good to Rome dear
Please you, therefore, draw nigh, and take your Than hands or tongue, her spotless chastity,
places. Inhuman traitors, you constrain'd and forc'd.
Sat. Marcus, we will. What would you say, if I should let you speak ? (Hautboys sound. The company sit doer et labda Villains, for shame you could not beg for grace. Hark, wretches, how I mean to martyr you.
Enter Titus, dressed like a cook, LAVINIA, make This one hand yet is left to cut your throats ;
young Lucius, and others. Totus places tår duket Whilst that Lavinia 'tween her stumps doth hold
on the table. The bason, that receives your guilty blood.
Tit. Welcome, my gracious lord; welcome, dread You know, your mother means to feast with me,
queen ; And calls herself, Revenge, and thinks me mad, - Welcome, ye warlike Goths ; welcome, Lucius; Hark, villains; I will grind your bones to dust, And welcome, all: although the cheer be poor, And with your blood and it, I'll make a paste ; 'Twill fill your stomachs ; please you eat dit And of the paste a coffin I will rear,
Sat. Why art thou thus attir'd, Andronicus? And make two pasties of your shameful heads; Tit. Because I would be sure to have a well, And bid that strumpet, your unhallow'd dam, To entertain your highness, and your empres. Like to the earth, swallow her own increase.
Tam. We are beholden to you, good Andrucken This is the feast that I have bid her to,
Tit. An if your bighness knew my heart, * And this the banquet she shall surfeit on;
My lord the emperor, resolve me this;
But floods of tears will drown my oratory, Was it well done of rash Virginius, 1
And break my very utterance; even i'the time To slay his daughter with his own right hand, When it should move you to attend me most, Because she was enforc'd, stain'd, and deflour'd ? · Lending your kind commiseration : Sat. It was, Andronicus.
Here is a captain, let him tell the tale: Tit. Your reason, mighty lord !
Your hearts will throb and weep to hear him speak. Sat. Because the girl should not survive her Luc. Then, noble auditory, be it known to you, shame,
That cursed Chiron and Demetrius And by her presence still renew his sorrows. Were they that murdered our emperor's brother;
Tit. A reason mighty, strong, and effectual ; And they it were that ravished our sister : , A pattern, precedent, and lively warrant,
For their fell faults our brothers were beheaded ; For me, most wretched to perform the like: Our father's tears despis'd; and basely cozend Die, die, Lavinia, and thy shame with thee ; Of that true hand, that fought Rome's quarrel out,
[He kills LAVINIA. And sent her enemies unto the grave.. And, with thy shame, thy father's sorrow die ! Lastly, myself unkindly banished, Sat. What hast thou done, unnatural, and un- The gates shut on me, and turn'd weeping out, kind ?
To beg relief among Rome's enemies ; Tit. KNP'd her, for whom my tears have made me Who drown'd their enmity in my true tears, blind.
And op'd their arms to embrace me as a friend I am as woful as Virginius was :
And I am the turn'd-forth, be it known to you, And have a thousand times more cause than he That have preserv'd her welfare in my blood; To do this outrage; - and it is now done.
And from her bosom took the enemy's point, Sat. What, was she ravish'd ? tell, who did the Sheathing the steel in my advent'rous body. deed.
Alas! you know, I am no vaunter, I ; Tit. Will't please you eat? will't please your My scars can witness, dumb although they are, highness feed ?
That my report is just, and full of truth. Tam. Why hast thou slain thine only daughter But, soft; methinks, I do digress too much, thus?
Citing my worthless praise : 0, pardon me; Tit. Not I; 'twas Chiron, and Demetrius : For when no friends are by, men praise themselver. They ravish'd her, and cut away. her tongue,
Mar. Now is my turn to speak; Behold this child, And they, 'twas they, that did her all this wrong.
Printing to the child in the arms of an Sat. Go, fetch them hither to us presently.
Attendant. Tit. Why, there they are both, baked in that pye; Of this was Tamora delivered ; Whereof their mother daintily hath fed,
The issue of an irreligious Moor, Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred.
Chief architect and plotter of these woes; 'Tis true, 'tis true ; witness my knife's sharp point. The villain is alive in Titus' house,
[Killing TAMORA. Damn'd as he is, to witness this is true. Sat. Die, frantick wretch, for this accursed deed. Now judge, what cause had Titus to revenge
(Killing Trrus. These wrongs, unspeakable, past patience, Luc. Can the son's eye behold his father bleed ? Or more than any living man could bear. There's meed for meed, death for a deadly deed. Now you have heard the truth,what say you, Romans?
(Kills SATURNINUS. A great tunult. The Have we done aught amiss ? Show us wherein,
people in confusion disperse. MARCUS, And, from the place where you behold us now,
Will, hand in hand, all headlong cast us down, Mar. You sad-fac'd men, people and sons of And on the ragged stones beat forth our brains, Rome,
And make a mutual closure of our house. By uproar sever'd, like a flight of fowl
Speak, Romans, speak; and, if you say, we shall, Scatter'd by winds and high tempestuous gusts, Lo, hand in hand, Lucius and I will fall. 0, let me teach you how to knit again
Æmil. Come, come, thou reverend man of Rome, This scatter'd corn into one mutual sheaf,
And bring our emperor gently in thy hand, These broken limbs again into one body.
Lucius our emperor; for, well I know, Sen. Lest Rome herself be bane unto herself; The common voice do cry, it shall be so. And she, whom mighty kingdoms court'sy to, Rom. [Several speak.) Lucius, all hail ; Rome's Like a forlorn and desperate cast-away,
royal emperor! Do shameful execution on herself. But if my frosty signs and chaps of age,
Lucius, 8c. descend. Grave witnesses of true experience,
Mar. Go, go into old Titus' sorrowful house ; Cannot induce you to attend my words,
[ To an Attendant. Speak, Rome's dear friend ; [T. Lucius.] as erst And hither hale that misbelieving Moor, our ancestor,
To be adjudg'd some direful slaughtering death, When with his solemn tongue he did discourse, As punishment for his most wicked life. To love-sick Dido's sad attending ear,
Rom. [Several speak.] Lucius, all hail ; Rome's The story of that baleful burning night,
gracious governor ! When subtle Greeks surpriz'd king Priam's Troy ; Luc. Thanks, gentle Romans; May I govern so, Tell us, what Sinon hath bewitch'd our ears, To heal Rome's harms, and wipe away her woe! Or who hath brought the fatal engine in,
But, gentle people, give me aim awhile, That gives our Troy, our Rome, the civil wound. For nature puts me to a heavy task ;My heart is not compact of flint, nor steel;
Stand all aloof ; - but, uncle, draw you near, Nor can I utter all our bitter grief,
To shed obsequious tears upon this trunk:
0, take this warm kiss on thy pale cold lips. Give sentence on this execrable vretch,
(Kisses Trrus. That hath been breeder of these dire erents. These sorrowful drops upon thy blood-stain'd face, Luc. Set him breast-deep in earth, and famish him; The last true duties of thy noble son !
There let him stand, and rave and cry for food:
For the offence he dies. This is our doom,
dumb? of us
I am no baby, I, that with base prayers, To melt in showers: Thy grandsire lor'd thee well: I should repent the evils I have done ; Many a time he danc'd thee on his knee,
Ten thousand, worse than ever yet I did, Sung thee asleep, his loving breast thy pillow; Would I perform, if I might have my will Many a mattrr hath he told to thee,
If one good deed in all my life I did, Meet, and agreeing with thine infancy ;
I do repent it from my very soul. In that respect then, like a loving child,
Luc. Some loving friends convey the emperor Shed yet some small drops from thy tender spring,
hence, Because kind nature doth require it so:
And give him burial in his father's grare :
Be closed in our household's monument.
No mournful bell shall ring her burial;
See justice done to Aaron, that damn'd Moor,
By whom our heavy haps had their beginning: 1 Rom. You sad Andronici, have done with Then, afterwards, to order well the state i woes;
That like events may ne'er it ruinate.
PRINCE OF TYRE.
ANTIOCHUS, King of Antioch.
BOULT, their servant.
GOWER, as Chorus.
The Daughter of Antiochus,
Dionyza, wife to Cleon. CLEOX, governor of Tharsus.
Thaisa, daughter to Simonides. LYSIMACHUS, governor of Mitylene.
Marina, daughter to Pericles and Thaisa. CERDON, a lord of Ephesus.
LYCHORIDA, nurse to Marina.
Lords, Ladies, Knights, Gentlemen, Sailors, Pirates, Marshal.
Fishermen, and Messengers, 4¢, 4 Pander, and his Wife.
SCENE, - dispersedly in various Countries,
(I tell you what mine authors say ;)