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For I have heard my grandsire say full oft,
has let full. Tit. How now, Lavinia !-- Marcus, what means
Mar. I think, she means, that there was more than
Confederate in the fact :-Ay, more there was :-
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 culld it from among the rest.
Tit. Soft! see, how busily she turns the leaves! Help her:What would she fiud --Lavinia, shall I read? 'This is the tragic tale of Philomel,
And treats of Tereus' treason, and his rape;
I fear, was root of thine annoy.
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?
See, see! Ay, such a place there is, where we did hunt, (0, had we never, never hunted there!) Pattern'd by that the poet here describes, By nature made for murders, and for rapes.
Mar. 0, why should nature build so foul a den,
Mar. Sit down, sweet niece; brother, sit down by
Apollo, Pallas, Jove, or Mercury,
it with his feet and mouth. Curs'd be that heart, that forc'd us to this shift!Write thou, good niece; and here display, at last, What God will bave 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,
Tit. 'Tis sure enough, an you knew how,
you hurt these bear-whelps, then beware : The dame will wake; and, if she wind you once, She's with the lion deeply still in league, And lulls him whilst she playeth on her back, And, when he sleeps, will she do what she list. You're a young huntsman, Marcus; let it alone; And, come, I will go get a leaf of brass, And, with a gad of steel, will write these words, And lay it by: the angry northern wind Will blow these sands, like Sybil's leaves, abroad, And where's your lesson then?-Boy, what say you?
Boy. I say, my lord, that if I were a man, Their mother's bed-chamber should not be safe For these bad-bondmen to the yoke of Rome.
Mar. Ay, that's iny boy! thy father hath full oft For this ungrateful country done the like.
Boy. And, uncle, will I, an if I live.
Tit. Come, go with me into mine armoury; Lucius, I'll fit thee; and withal, my boy Shall carry from me to the empress' sons Presents, that I intend to send thein both: Come, come; thou'lt do thy message, wilt thou not? Boy. Ay, with my dagger in their bosoms, grand
sire. Tit. No, boy, not so; l'll teach thee another Lavinia, come :-Marcus, look to my house;. Lucius and I'll go brave it at the court; Ay, inarry, 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, Than foe-men's marks upon his batter'd shield: But yet so just, that he will not revenge:Revenge the heavens for old Andronicus ! [Exit.
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 grand
father. Boy. My lords, with all the humbleness I may, I
greet your honours from Andronicus ;And pray the Roman gods confound you
[Aside. Dem. Gramercy, lovely Lucius : What's the news?
Boy. That you are both decypher'd, that's the
[Exeunt Boy and Attendant. Dem. What's here? a scroll; and written round
about? Let's see :
Integer vitæ, scelerisque purus,
Non eget Mauri jaculis, nec arcu.
found their guilt ; And sends the weapons wrapp'd about with lines,