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Dem. But me more good, to see su great a lord ihurt these bear-whelps, then beware: Basely insinuate, and send us gifts. will wake; and, if she wind you once, Aur. Had he not reason, lord Demetrius? h the lion deeply still in league,

Did you not use his daughter very friendly? 1 ** him while she playeth on her back,

Dem. I would we had a thousand Romaj, dames en he sleeps, will she do what she list. At such a bay, by turn to serve our lust.

young huntsman, Marcus; let it alone; Chi. A charitable wish, and full of love. 'n be, I will go get a leaf of brass,

Aar. Here lacks but your mother or to say ainon ba gadt of steel will write these words, Chi. And that would she for twenty thousand it by: the angry northern wind

w these sands, like Sibyl's leaves, abroad, Dem. Come, let us go; and pray to all the se'ls rem*ere's your lesson then?-Boy, what say you? For our beloved mother in her pains. I say, my lord, that if I were a man,

Aar. Pray to the devils; the gods have given us jother's bed-chamber should not be safe

o'er.

[ Aside. Fwurish A se bad bondmen to the yoke of Rome. Dem. Why do the emperor's trumpets flourish ly, that's my boy! thy father hath full oft

thus? Ens ungrateful couniry done the like.

Chi. Belike, for joy the emperor hath a son.
And uncle, so will 1, an if I live.

Dem. Soit; who comes here?
Come, yo with me into mine armory;
I'll fit thee; and withal, my boy

Enter a Nurse, with a Black-a-moor Child in het arry from me to the empress sons

Arms. As, ihat I intend to send them both:

Nur.

Good-morrow, lords: come; thou'lt do thy message, wilt thou not? 0, tell me, did you see Aaron the Moor? Ay, with my dagger in their bosoms, grand- Aar. Well, more or less, or ne'er a whit at all,

Here Aaron is: and what with Aaron now? No, boy, not so; I'll teach thee another course. Nur. O, gentle Aaron, we are all undone! la, come:--Marcus, look to my house; Now help, or woe betide thee evermore! is and I'll go brave it at the court;

Aar. Why, what a caterwauling dost thou keep? larry, will we, sir: and we'll be waited on. What dost thou wrap and fumble in thine arms!

Exeunt Titus, LAVISTA, and Boy. Nur. O, that which I would hide from heaven's trc.( heavens, can you hear a good man groan,

eye, Dot relent, or not coin passion him?

Our empress' shame, and stately Rome's disgrace; ius, attend him in bis ecstasy ;.

She is deliver'd, lords, she is deliver'd. chath more scars of sorrow in his heart,

Aar. To whom? & foemen's marks upon his batter'd shield: Nur.

I mean, she's brought to bed. Fet so just, that he will not revenge:

Aar.

Well, Goa enge the heavens for old Andronicus! (Erit. Give her good rest! What hath he sent her?

Nur.

A devil. SCENE II.-- A Room in the Palace.

Aar. Why, then she's the devil's dam; a joyful

issue. F AARON, CHIRON, and DEMETRIUS, at one ** Vor; ut another Door, young Lucius and an

Nur. A joyless, dismal, black, and sorrowful ttendant, with a bundle of Weapons, and

issue: ferses writ upon them.

Here is the babe, as loathsome as a toad

Amongst the fairest breeders of our clime. thi. Demetrius, here's the son of Lucius; The empress sends it thee, thy stamp, thy seal, haih some message to deliver us.

And bids thee christen it with thy dagger's point. lar. At some mad message from his mad grand- Aar. Out, out, you whore! is black so base a hue? tather.

Sweet blowse, you are a beauteous blossom, sure. Beny. My lords, with all the humbleness I may, Dem. Villain, what hast thou done? met your honors from Andronicus ;

Aur.

Done! that which thou od pray the Roinan gods confound you both. Canst not undo.

[ Aside. Chi.

Thou hast undone our mother. Dem.Gramercy,5 lovely Lucius:What's the news? Aar. Villain, I have done thy mother. Boy. That you are both decipher'd, that's the news, Dem. And therein, hellish dog, thou hast undone. or villains mark'd with rape. (Aside.) May it Woe to her chance, and damn'd her loathed choice! please you,

Accurs'd the oilspring of so foul a fiend ! ly grandsire, well advis'd, hath sent by me

Chi. It shall not live. The roodliest weapons of his armory,

Aar.

It shall not die. to zrality your honorable youth,

Nur. Aaron, it must: the mother wills it so. the hope of Rome: for so he bade me say;

Aar. What, must it, nurse? then let no man but I Ind so I do, and with his gitts present

Do execution on my flesh and blood. four lordships, that whenever you have need, Dem. I'll broach ihe tadpole on my rapier's point; Fou may be armed and appointed well:

Nurse, give it ine; my sword shall soon despatch it. And so I leave you both, ('Asile.] like bloody vil- dur. Sooner thissword shall plough thy bowels up.

lains, [Ereunt Boy and Attendant. [Takes the Chill from the Nurse, and draws. Dem. What's here?" A scroll; and written round Stay, murderous villains! will you kill your brother? about?

Now, by the burning tapers of the sky,

That shone so brightly when this boy was got, Integer rita, scelerisque purus,

He dies upon my scimitar's sharp point, Non eget Mauri juculis, nec arcu.

That touches this my first-born son and 'heir! C'hi. O, 'tis a verse in Horace; I know it well: I tell you, younglings, not Enceladus, I read it in the grammar long ago.

With all his threat’ning band of Typhon's brood, dur. Ay, just!-a verse in Horace:-right, you Nor great Alcides, nor the god of war, have it.

Shall seize this prey out of his father's hands. Now, what a thing it is to be an ass!

What, what; ye sanguine, shallow-hearted boys! Here's no sound jest! the old man hath

Ye white-lim'd walls! ye ale-house painted signs! found their guilt ;

Coal-black is better than another hue, And sends the weapons wrapp'd about

In that it scorns to bear another hue:
with lines,
That wound, beyond their feeling, to the

For all the water in the ocean
Aside.

Can never turn a swan's black legs to white,
quick.

Although she lave them hourly in the tiood But were our witty empress well a-foot,

Tell the emperess from me, I am of age She would applaud Andronicus' conceit.

To keep mine own; excuse it how she can. But let her rest in her unrest awhile.

Dem. Wilt thou betray thy noble mistress thus And now, young lords, was't not a happy star Aar. My mistress is my mistress; this, myself Lerns to Rome, strangers, and more than so, The vigor and the picture of my youth: Captives, to be advanced to this height?

This, before all the world, do I prefer; It did me good, before the palace gate,

This, maugre7 all the world, will I keep safe, To bruve the tribune in his brother's hearing. Or some of you shall smoke for it in Rome. • The print of a spear. .i. e. Grand merci; great thanks. Spit.

• In spite of

Let's see.

l'ene. By this our mother is for ever shamed. Be you remember'd, Marcus, she's gone, she's fled.
Thi. Rome will despise her for this foul escape. Sir, take you to your tools. You, cousins, shall
Nur.Theemperor, in his rage will doom her death. Go sound the ocean, and cast your nets;
Chi. I blush to think upon this ignomy.8

Happily you may find her in the sea ;
Aar. Why, there's the privilege your beauty bears: Yet there's as little justice as at land :-
Fyn, treacherous hue!that will betray with blushing No; Publius and Sempronius, you must do it;
The close enacts and counsels of the heart! 'Tis you must dig with mattock and with spade,
Here's a young lad framed of another leer:9 And pierce the inmost centre of the earth:
Look how the black slave smiles upon the father; Then, when you come to Pluto's region,
As who should say, Old lad, I am thine own. I pray you, deliver him this petition :
He is your brother, lords; sensibly fed

Tell him, it is for justice, and for aid: Of that self-blood that first gave life to you;

And that it comes from old Andronicus, And, from that womb, where you imprison'd were, Shaken with sorrows in ungrateful Rome.He is enfranchised and come to light:

Ah, Rome!--Well, well; I made thee miserable, Nay, he's your brother by the surer side,

What time I threw the people's suffrages Although my seal be stainped in his face.

On him that thus doth tyrannize o'er me.Nur. Aaron, what shall I say unto the empress? Go, get you gone; and pray be careful all,

Dem. Advise thee, Aaron, what is to be done, And leave you not a man of war unsparch'd; And we will all subscribe to thy advice;

This wicked emperor may have shipp'd her henco, Save thou the child, so we may all be safe.

And, kinsmen, then we may go pipe for justice. 4ar. Then sit we down, and let us all consult. Marc. 0, Publius, is not this a heavy case, My son and I will have the wind of you:

To see thy noble uncle thus distract ? Keep there: Now talk at pleasure of your safety. Puh. Therefore, my lord, it highly us concerns,

[ They sit on the Ground. By day and night to attend bim carefully; Dem. How many women saw this child of his?

And feed his humor kindly as we may, Aur. Why, so, brave lords! when we all join in Till time beget some careful remedy. league,

Marc. Kinsmen, his sorrows are past remedy. !am a lamb: but if you brave the Moor,

Join with the Goths; and with revengeful war The chased boar, the mountain lioness,

Take wreak on Rome for this ingratitude, The ocean swells not so as Aaron storms.

And vengeance on the traitor Saturnine. But, say again, how many saw the child ?

Tit. Publius, how now ? how now, my masters ! Nur. Cornelia the midwife, and myself:

What, And no one else but the deliver'd empress.

Have you met with her? Aur. The emperess, the midwife, and yourself:

Pub. No, my good lord; but Pluto sends you Two may keep counsel when the third's away:

word, Go, to the empress; tell her, this I said :

If you will have Revenge from hell, you shall : (Stabbing her. Marry, for Justice, she is so employ'd,

He thinks, with Jove in heaven or somewhere else, Weke, weke!--s0 cries a pig prepared to the spit.

So that perforce you must needs stay a time. Demi. What mean'st thou, Aaron? Wherefore didst thou this?

Tit. He doth me wrong, lo teed me with delays.

l'll dive into the burning lake below, Aar. O, lord, sir, 'tis a deed of policy: Shall she live to betray this guilt of ours?

And pull her out of Acheron by the heels.

Marcus, we are but shrubs, no cedars we;
A long-tongued babbling gossip ? no, lords, no.
And now be it known to you my full intent.

No big-bon'd men, framed of the Cyclops' size: Not far, one Muliteus lives, my countryman;

But, metal, Marcus, steel to the very back; His wife but yesternight was brought to bed;

Yet wrung2 with wrongs, more than our backs can

bear: His child is like to her, fair as you are:

And sith3 there is no justice in earth nor hell, Go pack' with him, and give the mother gold,

We will solicit heaven; and move the gods, And tell them both the circumstance of all;

To send down justice for to wreak our wrongs: And how by this their child shall be advanced And be received for the emperor's heir,

Come, to this gear. You are a good archer, Marcus. And substituted in the place of mine,

(He gives them the Arrows.

Ad Jovem, that's for you: Here, ad Apollinem:To calm this tempest whirling in the court:

Ad Martem, that's for myselt:-
And let the emperor dandle him for his own.
Hark ye, lords; ye see, that I have given her phy. To Saturn, Caius, not to Saturnine. -

Here, boy, to Pallas :-Here, to Mercury:
sic,

(Pointing to the Nurse. And you must needs bestow her funeral;

You were as good to shoot against the wind.The fields are near, and you are gallant grooms:

To it, boy. Marcus, loose when I bid: This donc, see that you take no longer days,

O' my word, I have written to effect; But send the midwite presently to me.

There's not a god lett unsolicited. The midwife, and the nurse well made away,

Màrc. Kinsmen, shoot all your shafts into the Then let the ladies tattle what they please.

court; Chi. Aaron, I see thou wilt not trust the air

We will afflict the emperor in his pride. With secrets.

Tit. Now, masters, draw. (They shuot.] O, well Dem. For this care of Tamora,

said, Lucius! Herself, and hers, are highly bound to thee.

Good boy, in Virgo's lap; give it Pallas. (Exeunt DEMETRICS and Chiron, bearing off your letter is with Jupiter by this.

Marc. My lord, I am a mile beyond the moon; the Nurse.

Tit. Ha! Publius, Publius, what hast thou done? Aar. Now to the Goths, as swift as swallow flies; see see, thou hast shot off one of Taurus' horns. There to dispose this treasure in mine arms,

Marc. This was the sport, my lord: when Pub. And secretly to greet the empress' friends.

lius shot, Come on, you thick-lipp'd slave, I'll bear you hence; The bull, being gall’d. gave Aries such a knock, For it is you that puts us to our shifts :

That down tell both the ram's horns in the court;, 1'll make you feed on berries, and on roots,

And who should tind them but the empress'villain! And feed on curds and whey, and suck the goat, And cabin in a cave; and bring you up

She laugh'd and told the Moor, he should not

choose To be a warrior, and command a camp. (Exit. But give them to his master for a present.

Tit. Why, there it goes: God give your lordship SCENE III.-A Public Place.

joy. Enter Titus, bearing Arrows, with Letters at the Enter a Clown, with a Basket and two Pigeons.

Ends of them; with him MARCUS, young Lucius, News, news from heaven! Marcus, the post is and other Gentlemen, with Bows.

come. Tit. Come, Marcus, come;-Kinsman, this is the Sirrah, what tidings? hare you any letters? way:

Shall I have justice? what says Jupiter? Sir hoy, now let me see your archery;

Clo. Ho! the gibbet-maker? he says, that he Look ye draw home enough, and 'tis there straight: hath taken them down again, for the man must not Terras Astræa reliquit:

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. But what says Jupiter, I ask thee?

Enter Clown.
Clo. Alas, sir, I know not Jupiter. I never

How now, good fellow? would'st throu speas drank with him in all my life.

with us! T.1. Why, villain, art not thou the carrier ?

Clo. Yes, forsooth, an your mistership be im Clo. Ay, of my pigeons, sir; nothing else.

perial. Tit. Why, didst thou not come from heaven?

Tam. Empress I am, but yonder sits the empirot Clo. From heaven? alas, sir, I never came there; Clo. 'Tis he. God, and Saint Stephen, give you God forbid, I should be so bold to press to heaven good den :- I have brought you a letter, and a in my young days. Why, I am going with my couple of pigeons here. pigeons to the tribunal plebs, to take up a matter

(SATURNINCS reals the Letter. ol brawl betwixt my uncle and one of the empe- Sat. Go, take him away, and hang him presents. rial's men.

Clo. How much money must I have ?
Marc. Why, sir, that is as fit as can be, to serve

Tam. Come, sirrall, you must be hang'd.
for your oration; and let him deliver the pigeons

Clo. Hang'd! By'r lady, then I have brought up to the emperor from you.

a neck to a fair end.

[Exit, guarde.com Tüt. Tell me, can you deliver an oration to the

Sut. Despiteful and intolerable wrongs!
emiperor with a grace?

Shall I endure this monstrous villany?
Clo. Nay, truly, sir, I could never say grace in

I know from whence this same device proceels; all my litc.

May this be borne !--as it his traitorous sons, Tu. Sirrah, come hither, make no more ado,

That died by law for murder of our brother, But give your pigeons to the emperor:

Have by my means been butcher'd wrongfully.-
By me thou shalt have justice at his hands.

Go drag the villain hither by the hair;
Hold, hold;- meanwhile, here's money for thy Nor age, nor honor, shall shape privilege :-
charges.

For this proud mock, I'll be thy slaughter-man;
Give me a pen and ink.-

Sly, frantic wreich, that holp'si to make me great
Sisrah, can you with a grace deliver a supplication? In hope thyself should govern Rome and me.

Cho. Ay, sir.
Tüt. Then here is a supplication for you. And

Enter ÆMILICS.
when you come to him, at the tirst approach, you What news with thee, Æmilius?
must kneel; then kiss his foot; then deliver up your Æmil. Arm, arm my lords; Rome never had
pizeons; and then look for your reward. l'll be at

more cause! hand, str: see you do it bravely.

The Goths have gather'd head; and with a power Clo. I warrant you, sir; let me alonc.

Oi high-resolved men, bent to the spoil,
Tul. Sirrahı, hast thou a knite? Come, let me They hither march amain, under conduct
see it.

Of Lucius, son to old Andronicus;
Here, Marcus, fold it in the oration ;

Who threats, in course of this revenge, to do
For thou hast made it like an humble suppliant: As much as ever Coriolanus did.
And when thou hast given it to the emperor,

Sut. Is warlike Lucius general of the Goths ?
Knock at my door; and tell me what he says. These tidings vip me; and I hang the head
Chr. God be with you, sir; I will.

As flowers with frost, or grass beat down with
Tut. Come, Marcus, let's go:-Publius, follow

torms.
(Exeunt. Ay, now begin our sorrows to approach :

'Tis he the common people love so much:
SCENE IV.- Before the Palace.

Myself hath often overheard them ay,

(when I have walked like a private man,) Enter SATURNINUS, TAMORA, CHIRON, DEMETRIUS, That Lucius' banishment was wrongfully',

Lords, and others ; SATURNINCS, with the Arrows And they have wish'd that Lucius were their emin his land, that Titus shot.

peror. Sul. Why, lords, what wrongs are these? Was Tam. Why should you fear? is not your city ever seen

strong!
An emperor of Rome thus overborne,

Sat. Ay, but the citizens favor Lucius;
I'roubled, contronted thus: and, for the extent And will revolt from me, to succor him.
Olegal justice, used in such contempt?

Tam. Kiny, be thy thoughts imperious," like thy My lords, you know, as do the mightful gods,

name.
However these disturbers of our peace

Is the sun dimm'd, that gnats do fly in it?
Buiz in the people's ears, there nanght hath pass’d, The eagle suilers little birds to sing,
But even with law, against the wiltul sons

And is not careful what they mean thereby;
Of old Andronicus. And what an it

Knowing that with the shadow of his wings
His sorrows have so overwhelm'd his wits,

He can at pleasure stints their melody:
Shall we be thus atllicted m his wreaks,

Even so mity'st thou the giddy men of Rome. His fits, his frenzy, and his bitterness?

Then cheer thy spirit: for know, thou emperor,
And now he writes to heaven for his redress: I will enchant the old Andronicus,
See, here's to Jove, and this to Mercury;

With words more sweet, and yet more dangerous,
Thus to Apollo; this to the god of war:

Than baits to fish, or honey-stalks to sheep.
Sweet scrolls to fly about the streets of Rome! When as the one is wounded with the bait,
What's this, but libelling against the senate,

The other rotted with delicious feed.
Aid blazoming our injustice everywhere?

Sat. But he will not entreat his son for us.
A goodly humor, is it not, my lords?

Tam. If Tamora entreat him, then he will:
As who would say, in Rome no justice were.

For I can smooth, and till his aged ear
But, if I live, his leigned ecstacies

With golden promises; that, were his heart
Shall be no shelter to these outrages:

Almost impreunable, mis old ears deat,
But he and his shall know, that justice lives

Yet should both ear and heart obey my tongue.-
In Saturninus' health; whom, if she sleep,

Go thou before, be our ambassador. {TU ÆMILICS. He'll so awake, as she in fury shall

Say, that the emperor requests a parley Cut off the proud'si conspirator that lives.

Of warlike Lucius, and appoint the meeting, Tam. My gracious lord, iny lovely Saturnine, Even at his father's house, the old Andronicus. Lord of my lite, commander of my thoughts,

Sat. Æmilius, do this message honorably: Calm thee, and bear the faults of Titus' age,

And it' he stand on mustage for his salety, The etlects of sorrow for his valiant sons,

Bid him demand what pledge will please him best. Whose loss hath pierced him ucep, and scarr'd his Æmil. Your bidding shall I do etlectually. heart;

(Exit ÆMILIUS. And rather comfort his distressed plight,

Tam. Now will I to that old Andronicus;
Than prosecute the meanest, or the best,

And temper him with all the art I have,
For these contempts. Why, thus it shall become To pluck proud Lucius from the warlike Goths.
High-witted Tamora to glozeb with all: (Asile. And now, sweet emperor, be blithe again,
But, Titus, I have touch'd thee to the quick, And bury all thy tears in my devices.
Thy life-blood out: If Aaron now be wise,

Sat. Then go successfully, and plead to him. Then al, is sate, the anchor's in the port.-

(Exeunt. • Equal.

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ACT V.

SCENE I.-Plains near Rome

And this shall all be buried by my death,

Unless thou swear to me, my child shall live. Entor Lucius and Goths, with Drum and Colors. Luc. Tell on thy mind: I say, thy child stall

live. Luc. Approved warriors, and my faithful friends, I have received letters from great Rome,

Aar. Swear, that he shall, and then I will begin. Which signify what hate they bear their emperor,

Luc. Who should I swear by? thou believ'st no And how desirous of our sight they are.

god; Therefore, great lords, be, as your titles witness,

That granted, how canst thou believe an oath? Imperious, and impatient of your wrongs;

Aar. What if I do not? as, indeed, I do not: And, wherein Rome hath done you any scath,9

Yet,--for I know thou art religious,

And hast a thing within thee, called conscience Let him make treble satisfaction. i Goth. Brave slip, sprung from the great An- Which I have seen nee careful to observe,

With twenty popish ricks and ceremonies, dronicus, Whose name was once our terror, now our comfort; An idiot holds his bauble for a god,

Therefore I urge thy oath ;-For that, I know, Whose high exploits, and honorable deeds, Ingrateful Rome requites with foul contempt,

And keeps the oath, which by that god he swears; Be bold in us: we'll follow where thou lead'st,

To that I'll urge him :-Therefore thou shalt vow

By that same yod, what god soe'er it be, Like stinging bees in hottest summer's day,

That thou adorist and hast in reverenice,Led by their master to the flower'd fields,

To save my boy, to nourish, and bring him up; And be avenged on cursed Tamora.

Or else I will discover naught to thee.
Goths. And, as he saith, so say we all with him.
Luc. I humbly thank him, and I thank you all.

Luc. Even by my god, I swear to thee, I will.

Aar. First, know thou, I begot him on the em. But who comes here, led by a lusty Goth?

press. Enter a Goth, learling Aaron, with his Child in Luc. most insatiate, luxurious woman! his Arms.

Aar. Tut, Lucius! this was but a deed of charity, 2 Goth. Renowned Lucius, from our troops I To that which thou shalt hear of me anon.

'Twas her two sons that murder'd Bassianus. stray'd, To gaze upon a ruinous monastery;

They cut thy sister's tongue, and ravish'd her, And as I earnestly did tix mine eye

And cut her hands; and trimm'd her as thou

saw'st. Upon the wasted building, suddenly I heard a child cry underneath a wall:

Luc. 0, détestable villain! call'st thou that trunI made unto the noise; when soon I heard

ming? The crying babe controll'd with this discourse :

Aar. Why, she was wash'd, and cut, and trimm'd;

and 'twas Peace, tawny slave; halt me, and half thy dam! Dill not thy hue bewray whose brat thou art,

Trim sport for them that had the doing of it. Hat nature lent thee but thy mother's look,

Luc. 0, barbarous, beastly villains, like thyselt! Villain, thou mightst have been an emperor:

Aar. Indeed, I was their iutor to instruct them; But where the bull and cow are both milk-white,

That codding spirit had they from their mother,

As sure a card as ever won ihe set:
They never do beget a coal-black calf.
Peuce, villain, peace! —even thus he rates the babe, As true a dog as ever fought at head.-

That bloody mind, I think, they learn'd of me,
For I must bear thee to a trusty Goth;
Who, when he knows thou art the empress' babe,

Well, let my deeds be witness of my worth. Will hold thee dearly for thy mother's suke.

I train'd thy brethren to that guiletül hole,

Where the dead corpse of Bassianus lay:
With this, my weapon drawn, I rush'd upon him,
Surpris'd him suddenly, and brought him hither, I wrote the letter that thy father found,
To use as you think needful of the man.

And hid the gold within the letter mention'd, Luc. O worthy Goth! this is the incarnate devil And what not done, that thou hast cause to rue,

Confederate with the queen, and her two sons: That robb’d Andronicus of his good hand: This is the pearl that pleas'd your empress' eye;'

Wherein I had no stroke of mischief in it! And here's the base fruit of his burning lust.

I play'd the cheater for thy father's hand;
Say, wall-eyed slave, whither wouldst thoy convey And almost broke my heart with extreme laughter.

And when I had it, drew myself apart,
This growing image of thy fiend-like face?
Why dost not speak? What! deaf? No; not a pryd me through the crevice of a wall,
word!

When, for his hand, he had his two sons' heads:

Beheld his tears, and laugh'd so heartily,
A halter, soldiers; hang him on this tree,
And by his side his fruit of bastardy.

That both mine eyes were rainy like to his;
Aar. Touch not the boy, he is of royal blood.

And when I told the empress of this sport, Luc. Too like the sire for ever being good.

She swounded alınost al my pleasing tale, First, hang the child, that he may see it sprawl;

And, for my tidings, gave me twenty kissés. A sight to vex the father's soul withal.

Goth. What! canst thou say all this, and never

blush! Get me a ladder. (A ladder brought, which Aaron is

Aar. Ay, like a black dog, as the saying is. obliged to asceni.

Luc. Art thou not sorry for these heinous

deeds? Aar.

Lucius, save the child; And bear it from me to the einperess.

Aar. Ay, that I had not done a thousand more. If thou do this, I'll show thee wondrous things,

Even now I curse the day, (and yet, I think,

Few come within the compass of my curse,)
That highly may advantage thee to hear:
If thou wilt not, befall what may befall,

Wherein I did not some notorious ill:
I'll speak no more; But vengeance rot you all!

As kill a man, or else devise his death;
Luc. Say on, and, if it please me which thou Accuse some innocent, and forswear myself;

Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it;
speak'st,
Thy child shall live, and I will see it nourish’d.

Set deadly enmity between two friends; Aur. An if it please thee? why, assure thee, Set fire on barns and hay-stacks in the night,

Make poor men's cattle break their necks; Lucius, "Twill vex thy soul to hear what I shall speak;

And bid the owners quench them with their tean For I must talk of murders, rapes, and massacres, And set them upright at their dear friends' doors,

ont have I digg'd up dead men from their gives Acts of black night, abominable deeds,

Even when their sorrows almost were forgot;
Complots of mischief, treason; villanies
Ruthful to hear, yet piteously perform'd:

And on their skins, as on the bark of trees,

Have with my knife carved, in Roman letter, • Harm.

Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead. Alluding to the proverb, “ A black man is a pearl in a Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful thing ı fair woman's eye.

As willingly as one would kill a diy:

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And nothing grieves me heartily indeed,

Trot, like a servile footman, all day long
But that I cannot do ten thousand more.

Even from Hyperion's rising in the east,
Luc. Bring down the devil; for he must not die Until his very downfall in the sea.
So sweet a death, as hanging presently.

And day by day I'll do this heavy task,
Aar. If there be devils, 'would I were a devil, So thou destroy Rapine and Murder there.
To live and burn in everlasting tire;

Tam. These are my ministers, and come with ino,
Bo I might have your company in hell,

Tit. Are they thy ministers? what are they call'd ? But to torment you with my bitter tongue !

Tum. Rapine, and Murder; therefore called so, Luc. Sirs, stop his mouth, and let him speak no Cause they take vengeance on such kind of men. more.

Tit. Good lord, how like the empress' sons they Enter a Goth.

are!
Goth. My lord, there is a messenger from Rome

And you, the empress! But we worldly men
Desires to be admitted to your presence.

Have miserable, mad, mistaking eyes.
Luc. Let him come near.-

() sweet Revenge, now do I come to thee;

And, if one arm's embracement will content thee, Enter Æmilius.

I will embrace thee in it by and by. Welcome, Æmilius! what's the news from Rome?

[Exit Tirus, from above Æmil. Lord Lucius, and you princes of the Goths, Tam. This closing with him fits his Tunacy: The Roman emperor greets you all by me: Whate'er I forge, to feed his brain-sick fits, And, for be understands you are in arms,

Do you uphold and maintain in your speeches,
He craves a parley at your father's house,

For now he firmly takes me for Řevenge;
Willing you to demand your hostages,

And, being credulous in this mad thought,
And they shall be immediately deliver'd.

l'll make him send for Lucius, his son;
I Goth. What says our general?

And, whilst I at a banquet hold him sure,
Luc. Æmilius, let the emperor give his pledges l'll find some cunning practice out of hand,
Unto my father and my uncle Marcus,

To scatter and disperse the giddy Goths,
And we will come.-March away. (Exeunt. Or, at the least, make them his enemies.

See, here he comes, and I must ply my theme. SCENE II.-Rome. Before Titus's House.

Enter Titus. Enter TAMORA, CHIRON, and DEMETRICS, Tit. Long have I been forlorn, and all for thee. disguised.

Welcome, dread fury, w my woetul house ;-
Tam. Thus, in this strange and sad habiliment, Rapine, and Murder, you are welcome too :
I will encounter with Andronicus;

How like the empress and her sons you are!
And say, I am Revenge, sent from below,

Well are you fitted, had you but a Moor:-
To join with him, and right his heinous wrongs.

Could not all hell afford you such a devil?Knock at his study, where, they say, he keeps,

For, well I wot, the empress never wags,
To ruminate strange plots of dire revenge;

But in her company there is a Moor;
Tell him, Revenge is come to join with him,

And, would you represent our qucen aright,
And work confusion on his enemies. [ They knock.

It were convenient you had such a devil:

But welcome, as you are.
Enter Titus, above.

What shall we do?

Tam. What wouldst thou have us do, Andronicus! Tit. Who doth molest my contemplation ?

Dem. Show me a murderer, I'll deal with him. Is it your trice, to make me ope the door;

Chi. Show me a villain, that hath done a rape, That so my sad decrees may ily away,

And I am sent to be reveng'd on him. And all my study be to no ellect?

Tam. Show me a thousand, that hath done thec You are deceiv'd; for what I mean to do,

wrong, See bere, in bloody lines I have set down;

And I will be revenged on them all. And what is written shall be executed.

Tit. Look round about the wicked streets of
Tam. Titus, I am come to talk with thee.

Rome;
Tit. No; not a word: How can I grace my talk, And when thou find'st a man that's like thyself,
Wanting a hand to give it action?

Good Murder, stab him; he's a murderer.-
Thou hast the odds of me, therefore no more. Go thou with him; and when it is thy hap
Tam. If thou didst know me, thou wouldst talk To find another that is like to thee,
with me.

Good Rapine, stab him; he's a ravisher.-
Tit. I am not mad; I know thee well enough: Go thou with them; and in the emperor's court
Witness this wretched stump, these crimson lines; There is a queen, attended by a Moor;
Witness these trenches, made by grief and care; Well may’st thou know her by thy own proportion
Witness the tiring day, and heavy night;

For up and down she doth resemble thee;
Witness all sorrow, that I know ihee well

I pray thee, do on them some violent death,
For our proud empress, mighty Tamora:

They have been violent to me and mine.
Is not thy coming tor my other hand ?

Täm. Well hast thou lesson'd us; this shall we do
Tam. Know thou, sad man, I am not Tamora; But would it please thee, good Andronicus,
She is thy enemy, and I thy friend:

To send for Lucius, thy thrice valiant son, I am Revenge; sent from the infernal kingdom, Who leads towards Rome a band of warlike Goths To ease the gnawing vulture of thy mind,

And bid him come and banquet at thy house: By working wreakful vengeance on thy toes. When he is here, even at thy solemn feast, Come down, and welcome me to this world's light; I will bring in the empress and her sons, Conter with me of murder and of death:

The emperor himselt, and all thy foes; There's not a hollow cave, or lurking-place, And at thy mercy shall they stoop and kneel, No vast obscurity, or misty vale,

And on them shalt thou ease thy argry heart. Where bloody murder, or detested rape,

What says Andronicus to this device? can couch for fear, but I will find thein out;

Tit. Marcus, my brother!--'tis sad Titus calls.
And in their ears tell them my dreadful name,
Revenge, which makes the foul offender quake.

Enter MARCUS.
Tit. Art thou Revenge? and art thou sent to mie, Go, gentle Marcus, to thy nephew Lucius;
To be a torment to mine enemies?

Thou shalt inquire him out among the Goths :
Tam. I am; therefore come down and welcome Bid him repair to me, and bring with him

Some of the chiefest princes on the Goths; Tit. Do me some service, ere I come to thee. Bid him encamp his soldiers where they are : Lo, by thy side, where Rape and Murder stand; Tell him, the emperor and the empress too Now give some 'surance that thou art Revenge, Feast at my house : and he shall feast with them Stab them, or tear them on thy chariot wheels; This do thou for my love; and so let him, And then I'll come, and be thy waggoner,

As he regards his aged father's life. And whirl along with thee about the globes. Marc. This will I do, and soon return again. Provide thee proper palfries, black as jet,

(Eri' To hale thy vengeful waggon swift away,

Tam. Now will I hence about thy business, Ind find out murderers in their guilty cave: And take my ministers along with me. And, when thy car is loaden with their heads, Tit. Nay, nay, let Rape and Murder stay witb I will dismount, and by the waggon wheel

me;

me.

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