Tit. And I have horfe will follow where the Which dreads not yet their lives' deftruétion.

game Makes way, and run like swallows o'er the plain. Dem. Chiron, we hunt not, we, with horfe nor hound,

But hope to pluck a dainty doe to ground. [Exeunt. To back thy quarrels, whatfoe'er they be. [Exit.

Unfurnish'd of her well-befeeming troop?

Aar. He, that had wit, would think, that I Or is it Dian, habited like her;

Baf. The king, my brother, shall have note of Lav. Ay, for thefe flips have made him noted long:

Aar. Madam, though Venus govern your defires, Good king! to be fo mightily abus'd! Saturn is dominator over mine:

Which never hopes more heaven than refts in thee, Here never fhines the fun; here nothing breeds,

Should straight fall mad, or elfe de fals
No fooner had they told this belt the
But ftraight they told me, they WHO THE
Unto the body of a cimal yet;

And leave me to this ferible act.
And then they call'd me, foul acute
Lafcivious Goth, and all the bitered terms
That ever ear did hear to Ca

And, had you not by woodnog fonine come
This vengeance on me had the exental.
Revenge it, as you love your mƒCE
Or be ye not from hence or all my ch
Dem. This is a w.thes that late

my boys,

Your mother's hand fhal net YI LIK.

Dem. Stay, madan, bere, mere

First, thresh the corn, the det
This minion ftood upon her chaling,
Upon her nuptial vow, her 17,

And with that painted bipe de bons par
mightiness:

And fhall the carry this unto her grave?

Chi. An if the do, I would I were euth.
Drag hence her husband to forme fare hig
And make his dead trunk pillow to r

Tum. But when you have the fuse

Let not this wafp out-live, us both to ting
Chi. I warrant you, madam ;
that fure.-

Come, mistress, now perforce we we
That nice-preserved honefty of your

Lav. O Tamora' thou bear'ft a woman's far
Tam. I will not hear her ípeak; waiter
Lav. Sweet lords, intreat her hear me but as
Dem. Liften, fair macan: Let be your glory,

To fee her tears; but be your heart to thes,

As unrelenting flint to drops of raa

Lav. When did the tyger's yourg ches to s

O, do not teach her wrath; she taught 1 tee.

The milk, thou fuck'it from her, did torato met.e;.

Even at thy teat thou hadit thy tyranny.-

Yet every mother breeds not fous cude;

Do thou intreat her fhew a woman pity. To Choron Taomla

Chi. What! would it thou have me prove mje

felf a baftard?

Lav. 'Tis true the raven doth not hatet, a back:

Yet have I heard, (0 could I find it now)

The lion, mov'd with pity, did endure

To have his princely paws par'd al 24×7.

Some fay, that ravens fofter forlorn children,

The whilft their own birds famifh in their defts: Sh

O, be to me, though thy hard heart fay no,

Nothing fo kind, but fomething pitiful!

Tam. I know not what it means; away wah her.
Lav. O, let me teach thee: for my father's lake,

Painted hope means Specious hope, or ground of cost cence most ya

From this unhallow'd and blood-ftained hole?

Quin. I am furprized with an uncouth fear :
A chilling fweat o'er-runs my trembling joints;
Mine heart fufpects more than mine eye can fee.

Mar. To prove thou haft a true-divining heart,
Aaron and thou look down into this den,
And fee a fearful fight of blood and death.
Quin. Aaron is gone; and my compaffionate
heart

Will not permit my eyes once to behold
The thing, whereat it trembles by furmife;
O, tell me how it is; for ne'er 'till now
Was I a child, to fear I know not what.

Mar. Lord Baffianus lies embrewed here,
All on a heap, like to a flaughter'd lamb,
In this detefted, dark, blood-drinking pit.
Quin. If it be dark, how doft thou know 'tis he?
Mar. Upon his bloody finger he doth wear
A precious ring, that lightens all the hole,
Which, like a taper in fome monument,
Doth fhine upon the dead man's earthy cheeks,
And fhews the ragged entrails of this pit:
So pale did thine the moon on Pyramus,
When he by night lay bath'd in maiden blood.
O brother, help me with thy fainting hand,-
If fear hath made thee faint, as me it hath,
Out of this fell devouring receptacle,,
As hateful as Cocytus' miity mouth.

Tam. Where is thy brother Baffianus ?
Sat. Now to the bottom doft thou fearch my
Poor Baffianus here lies murdered. [wound;

Tam. Then all too late I bring this fatal writ,
The complot of this timeless tragedy:
And wonder greatly, that man's face can fold
In pleafing fmiles fuch murderous tyranny.

[She giveth Saturninus a letter,
Saturninus reads the letter.
"An if we mifs to meet him handíomely,—
"Sweet huntsman-Baffianus 'tis, we mean,—
"Do thou fo much as dig the grave for him;
"Thou know'ft our meaning: Look for thy
"reward

"Among the nettles at the elder tree,
"Which over-fhades the mouth of that fame pit,
"Where we decreed to bury Baffianus.
"Do this, and purchase us thy lafting friends,'

O Tamora! was ever heard the like?
This is the pit, and this the elder tree :
That thould have murder'd Baffianus here.
Look, firs, if you can find the huntfman out,

Aar. My gracious lord, here is the bag of gold.
[Shewing it.

Sat. Two of thy whelps, fell curs of bloody kind,

Have here bereft my brother of his life :

Sirs, drag them from the pit unto the prifon; There let them bide, until we have devis'd Some never-heard-of torturing pain for them. Tam. What, are they in this pit? O wondrous [out; How eafily murder is difcovered? thing!

Quin. Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee Or, wanting ftrength to do thee fo much good, I may be pluck'd into the swallowing womb Of this deep pit, poor Baffianus' grave. I have no ftrength to pluck thee to the brink. Mar. And no ftrength to climb without thy help. [again, Quin. Thy hand once more; I will not lofe 'Till thou art here aloft, or I below: Thou canst not come to me, I come to thee.

Mar. We know not where you left him all But, out, alas ! here have we found him dead. Enter Tamora, with Attendants; Andronicus, and Lucius.

Tit. High emperor, upon my feeble knee
I beg this boon, with tears not lightly fhed,
That this fell fault of mine accurfed fons,
Accurfed, if the fault be prov'd in them-

Sat. If it be prov'd! you fee, it is apparent.-
Who found this letter? Tamora, was it you?
Tam. Andronicus himself did take it up.
Tit. I did, my lord: yet let me be their bail:
For by my father's reverend tomb, I vow,
They shall be ready at your highness' will,
To answer their fufpicion with their lives.

Sat. Thou shalt not bail them: fee, thou fol

low me.

[ers: Some bring the murder'd body, fome the murderLet them not fpeak a word, the guilt is plain; For, by my foul, were there worse end than death, That end upon them should be executed.

Tam. Andronicus, I will entreat the king; Fear not thy fons, they fhall do well enough. Tit. Come, Lucius, come; ftay not to talk with them. [Exeunt feverally.

Enter Demetrius and Chiron, with Lavinia, ravish'd;
her hands cut off, and her tongue cut out.
Dem. So, now go tell, an if thy tongue can
speak,

Tam. Where is my lord, the king? [grief.
Sat. Here, Tamora; though griev'd with killing Who 'twas that cut thy tongue, and ravish'd thee.

I There is fuppofed to be a gem called a carbuncle, which emits not reflected but native light.

Ebi. Write down thy mind, bewray thy mean- Ah, now thou turn'st away thy face for shame I
And, notwithstanding all this lofs of blood,→→
As from a conduit with their iffuing spouts,—
Dem. See how with figns and tokens fhe can Yet do thy cheeks look red as Titan's face,
fcowl.
[hands. Blufhing to be encounter'd with a cloud.
Chi. Go home, call for fweet water, wash thy | Shall I fpeak for thee; fhall I fay, 'tis so?
Dem. She has no tongue to call, nor hands to O, that I knew thy heart; and knew the beast,

ACT III.

Enter the Judges and Senators, with Marcus and Than youthful April fhall with all his fhowers: Quintus bound, paffing on the ftage to the place of execution, and Titus going before, pleading. EAR me, grave fathers! noble tribunes, stay!

In fummer's drought, I'll drop upon thee still;
In winter, with warm tears I'll melt the fnow,
And keep eternal fpring-time on thy face,
So thou refufe to drink my dear fons' blood.
Enter Lucius, with bis fword drawn.
O reverend tribunes! gentle aged men!
Unbind my fons, reverfe the doom of death;
And let me fay, that never wept before,
My tears are now prevailing orators.

Luc. O, noble father, you lament in vain;
The tribunes hear you not, no man is by,
And you recount your forrows to a stone.

Tit. Ah, Lucius, for thy brothers let me plead : Grave tribunes, once more I intreat of you.

Luc. My gracious lord, no tribune hears you

Therefore I tell my forrows to the ftones;
Who, though they cannot ver my diftrefs,
Yet in fome fort they're better than the tribunes,
For that they will not intercept my tale:
When I do weep, they humbly at my feet,
Receive my tears, and feem to weep with me;
And, were they but attired in grave weeds,
Rome could afford no tribune like to thefe.
A ftone is foft as wax, tribunes more hard than
ftones:

A ftone is filent, and offendeth not;
And tribunes with their tongues doom men to death.
But wherefore ftand it thou with thy weapon drawn?
Lut. To refcue 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.
Why, foolish Lucius, doft thou not perceive,
That Rome is but a wilderness of tygers?
Tygers must prey; and Rome affords no prey,
But me and mine: How happy art thou then,
From these devourers to be banished?
But who comes with our brother Marcus here?
Enter Marcus and Lavinia.

Mar. Titus, prepare thy noble eyes to weep;
Or, if not fo, thy noble heart to break ;
I bring confuming forrow to thine age.

Tit. Will it confume me? let me fee it then.
Mar. This was thy daughter.

Tit. Why, Marcus, fo the is.

Luc. Ah me! this object kills me!

Here ftands my other fon, a banish'd man ;
And here my brother, weeping at my woes:
But that, which gives my foul the greatest spurn,
Is dear Lavinia, dearer than my foul-
Had I but feen thy picture in this plight,
It would have madded me; What fhall I do,
Now I behold thy lovely body fo?

Thou haft no hands, to wipe away thy tears;
Nor tongue, to tell me who hath martyr'd thee:
Thy hufband he is dead; and, for his death,
Thy brothers are condemn'd, and dead by this :-
Look, Marcus! ab, fon Lucius, look on her!
When I did name her brothers, then fresh tears
Stood on her cheeks; as doth the honey dew
Upon a gather'd lily almoft wither'd.

Mar. Perchance, the weeps because they kill'a
her Lufband:

Perchance, because the knows them innocent.

Tit. If they did kill thy husband, then be joyful,
Because the law hath ta'en revenge on them.—
No, no, they would not do fo foul a deed;
Witnefs the forrow that their fifter makes.--
Gentle Lavinia, let me kifs thy lips;

Or make fome figns how I may do thee eafe.
Shall thy good uncle, and thy brother Lucius,
And thou, and I, fit round about fome fountain ;
Looking all downwards, to behold our cheeks
How they are itain'd; like meadows yet not dry
With miry flime left on them by a flood?
And in the fountain fhall we gaze fo long,
'Till the fresh taite be taken from that clearness,

Tut. Faint-hearted boy, arife, and look upon her :-- | And made a brine-pit with our bitter tears ?
Speak, my Lavinia, what accurfed hand

Hath made thee handles in thy father's fight ?
What fool hath added water to the fea?
Or brought a faggot to bright-burning Troy?
My grief was at the height, before thou cam'it,
And now, like Nilus, it difdaineth bounds.--
Give me a word, I'll chop off my hands too;
For they have fought for Rome, and all in vain ;
And they have nurs'd this woe, in feeding life;
In bootless prayer have they been held up,
And they have ferv'd me to effectlefs ute:
Now, all the fervice I require of them
is, that the one will help to cut the other.-
'Tis well, Lavinia, that thou haft no hands;
For hands, to do Rome fervice, are but vain.

Luc. Speak, gentle fifter, who hath martyr'd thee?
Max. O, that delightful engine of her thoughts,
That bl: b'd them with fuch pleafing eloquence,
Is torn from forth that pretty hollow cage;
Where like a fweet melodious bird it fung
Sweet vary'd notes, enchanting every ear!
Iur. O, fay thou for her, who hath done this deed?
Mar. O, thus I found her, ftraying in the park,
Seeking to hide herself; as doth the deer,
That hath receiv'd fome unrecuring wound.
Tit. It was my deer; and he, that wounded her,
Hath hurt me more, than had he kill'd me dead:
For now I ftand as one upon a rock,
Environ'd with a wilderness of fea;
Who marks the waxing tide grow wave by wave,
Expecting ever when fome envious furge
Will in his brinifh bowels fwallow him.
This way to death my wretched fons are gone;

Or fhall we cut away our hands, like thine ?
Or fhall we bite our tongues, and in dumb fhows
Pafs the remainder of our hateful days?
What fhall we do? Let us, that have our tongues,
Plot fome device of further milery,

To make us wonder'd at in time to come.

Luc. Sweet father, ceafe your tears; for, at
your grief,

See, how my wretched fifter fobs and weeps.
Mar. Patience, dear niece :-good Titus, dry
thine eyes.

Tit. Ah, Marcus, Marcus! brother, well I wot,
Thy napkin cannot drink a tear of mine,
For thou, poor man, haft drown'd it with thine own.
Luc. Ah, my Lavinia, I will wipe thy checks.
Tit. Mark, Marcus, mark! I understand her

figns:

Had the a tongue to speak, now she would fay
That to her brother which I faid to thee;
His napkin, with his true tears all bewet,
Can do no fervice on her forrowful cheeks,
O, what a fympathy of woe is this?
As far from help as limbo is from blifs.
Enter Aaron.

Aar. Titus Andronicus, my lord the emperor
Sends thee this word,--That if thou love thy fons,
Let Marcus, Lucius, or thyfelf, old Titus,
Or any one of you, chop off your hand,
And fend it to the king: he for the fame,
Will fend thee hither both thy fons alive;
And that shall be the ransom for their fault.

Tit. O, gracious emperor! O, gentle Aaron!
Did ever raven fing fo like a lark,

That

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