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For I have heard my grandsire say full oft,
Ran mad through sorrow: That made me to fear;
I will most willingly attend your ladyship.
[Lavinia turns over the books which Lucius
Tit. How now, Lavinia?-Marcus, what means this?
Some book there is that she desires to see :—
Mar. I think, she means, that there was more than
Confederate in the fact ;-Ay, more there was:Or else to heaven she heaves them for revenge. Tit. Lucius, what book is that she tosseth so? Boy. Grandsire, 'tis Ovid's Metamorphosis; My mother gave't me.
Mar. For love of her that's gone,
Perhaps she cull'd it from among the rest.
Tit. Soft! see, how busily she turns the leaves! Help her :
What would she find?-Lavinia, shall I read? 'This is the tragic tale of Philomel,
And treats of Tereus' treason, and his rape;
Mar. See, brother, see! note, how she quotes the leaves.
Tit. Lavinia, wert thou thus surpris'd, sweet girl, Ravish'd, and wrong'd, as Philomela was,
Forc'd in the ruthless, vast, and gloomy woods?—
Ay, such a place there is, where we did hunt,
Tit. Give signs, sweet girl,-for here are none but friends,
What Roman lord it was durst do the deed:
Or slunk not Saturnine, as Tarquin erst,
That left the camp to sin in Lucrece' bed?
Mar. Sit down, sweet niece; brother, sit down by
Apollo, Pallas, Jove, or Mercury,
Inspire me, that I may this treason find!-
[He writes his name with his staff, and guides
Curs'd be that heart, that forc'd us to this shift!Write thou, good niece; and here display, at last, What God will have discover'd for revenge: Heaven guide thy pen to print thy sorrows plain, That we may know the traitors, and the truth! [She takes the staff in her mouth, and guides it with her stumps, and writés.
Tit. O, do you read, my lord, what she hath writ? Stuprum-Chiron-Demetrius.
Mar. What, what!—the lustful sons of Tamora Performers of this hateful, bloody deed?
Tit. Magne Dominator poli,
Tam lentus audis scelera? tam lentus vides? Mar. O, calm thee, gentle lord! although, I ⚫ know,
There is enough written upon this earth,
And, with a gad of steel, will write these words,
Will blow these sands, like Sybil's leaves, abroad,
For this ungrateful country done the like.
Tit. Come, go with me into mine armoury;
Come, come; thou'lt do thy message, wilt thou not?
Tit. No, boy, not so; I'll teach thee another
Lavinia, come :-Marcus, look to my house;
Ay, marry, will we, sir; and we'll be waited on.
[Exeunt Titus, Lavinia, and Boy. Mar. O heavens, can you hear a good man groan, And not relent, or not compassion him?→
Marcus, attend him in his ecstasy,
That hath more scars of sorrow in his heart,
SCENE II.-The same. A room in the palace.
Enter AARON, CHIRON, and DEMETRIUS, at one door; at another door, young Lucius, and an Attendant, with a bundle of weapons, and verses writ upon them.
Chi. Demetrius, here's the son of Lucius; He hath some message to deliver to us.
Aar. Ay, some mad message from his mad grandfather.
Boy. My lords, with all the humbleness I may, I greet your honours from Andronicus ;
And pray the Roman gods confound you both!
[Aside. Dem. Gramercy, lovely Lucius: What's the news?
Boy. That you are both decypher'd, that's the
For villains, mark'd with rape. [Aside.] May it please you,
My grandsire, well-advis'd, hath sent by me
The hope of Rome; for so he bade me say,
And so I leave you both, [Aside.] like bloody vil[Exeunt Boy and Attendant. Dem. What's here? a scroll; and written round about?
Integer vitæ, scelerisque purus,
Non eget Mauri jaculis, nec arcu.
Chi. O, 'tis a verse in Horace; I know it well: I read it in the grammar long ago.
Aar. Ay, just!-a verse in Horace ;-right, you have it.
Now, what a thing it is to be an ass! Here's no sound jest! the old man hath found their guilt;
And sends the weapons wrapp'd about with lines,
That wound, beyond their feeling, to the
But were our witty empress well a-foot,