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As much as ever Coriolanus did.
Be bold in us : we'll follow where thou lead'st, Sut. Is warlike Lucius general of the Goths ? Like stinging bees in hottest summer's day, These tidings nip me ; and I hang the head Led by their master to the flower'd fields, As flowers with frost, or grass beat down with storms. And be aveng'd on cursed Tamora. Ay, now begin our sorrows to approach :
Goths. And, as he saith, so say we all with him 'Tis he, the common people love so much;
Luc. I humbly thank him, and I thank you all. Myself hata often over-heard them say,
But who comes here, led by a lusty Goth ? (When I have walked like a private man,) That Lucius' banishment was wrongfully,
Enter a Goth, leading AARON, wrth his child in his And they have wish'd that Lucius were their emperor. Tam. Why should you fear? is not your city 2 Goth. Renowned Lucius, from our troops I strong ?
stray'), Sai. Ay, but the citizens favour Lucius; To gaze upon a ruinous monastery; And will revolt from me, to succour him.
And as I earnestly did fix mine eye Tam. King, be thy thoughts imperious, like thy Upon the wasted building, suddenly
I heard a child cry underneath a wall: Is the sun dimm'd, that gnats do fly in it?
I made unto the noise; when soon I heard The eagle suffers little birds to sing,
The crying babe controllid with this discourse : And is not careful what they mean thereby; Peace, tawny slave ; half me, and half thy dam! Knowing that, with the shadow of bis wings, Did not thy hue bewray whose brat thou art, He can at pleasure stint their melody:
Had nature lent thee but thy mother's look, Even so may'st thou the giddy men of Rome. Villain, thou might'st have been an emperor : Then cheer thy spirit: for know, thou emperor,
But where the bull and cow are both milk-white, I will enchant' the old Andronicus,
They nerer do beget a coal-black calf. With words more sweet, and yet more dangerous, Peace, villain, peace !-even thus he rates the babe, Than baits to fish, or honey-stalks to sheep; For I must bear thee to a trusty Goth; When as the one is wounded with the bait, Who, when he knows thou art the empress' babe, The other rotted with delicious feed.
Will hold thee dearly for thy mother's sake. Sat. But he will not entreat bis son for us. With this, my weapon drawn, I rush'd upon him,
Tam, If Tamora entreat him, then he will : Surpriz’d him suddenly; and brought him hither, For I can smooth, and fill his aged ear
To use as you think weedful of the man. With golden promises : that were his heart
Luc. O worthy Goth! this is the incarnate depil, Almost impregnable, his old ears deaf,
That robb’d Andronicus of his good hand : Yet should both ear and heart obey my tongue.
This is the pearl that pleas'd your empress' eye; Go thou before, be our embassador: [ To Æmilius. And here's the base fruit of his burning lust.Say, that the emperor requests a parley
Say, wall-ey'd slave, whither would'st thou convey of warlike Lucius, and appoint the meeting, This growing image of thy fiend-like face ? Even at his father's house, the old Andronicus. Why dost not speak ? What! deaf? No; not a word ?
Sat. Æinilius, do this message honourably: A halter, soldier; hang him on this tree, And if he stand on hostage for his safety,
And by his side bis fruit of bastardy. Bid him demand what pledge will please him best, Aar. Touch not the boy, he is of royal blood. Æmil. Your bidding shall I do effectually.
Luc. Too like the sire for ever being good.
(Erit ÆMILIUS. First, hang the child, that he may see it sprawl; Tam. Now will I to that old Andronicus ; A sight to vex the father's soul withal. And temper him, with all the art I have,
Give me a ladder. To pluck proud Lucius from the warlike Goths.
(A ladder brought, which AARON is obliged to: And now, sweet emperor, be blithe again
ascend. And bury all thy fear in my devices.
Lucius, save the child; Sat. Then go successfully, and plead to him.
And bear it from me to the emperess.
That highly may advantage thee to hear.
Luc. Say on; and, if it please me which thou
speak'st, Thy child shall live, and I will see it nourish'd.
Aar. An if it please thee? why, assure thee, Lucius SCENE J.-Plains near Rome.
'Twill vex thy soul to hear what I shall speak; Enter Lucics and Goths, with drum and colours.
For I must talk of murders, rapes, and massacres,
Acts of black night, abominable deeds, Luc. Approved warriors, and my faithful friends, Complots of mischief, treason ; villainies I have received letters from great Rome,
Ruthful to hear, yet piteously perform’d: Which signify, what hate they bear their emperor, And this shall all be buried by my death, And how desirous of our sight they are.
Unless thou swear to me, my child shall live, Therefore, great lords, be, as your titles witness, Luc. Tell on thy miud; I say, thy child shall live Imperious, and impatient of your wrongs ;
Aar. Swear, that he shall, and then I will begin And, wherein Rome hath done you any scath, Luc. Who should I swear by ? thou believ'st no Let him make treble satisfaction.
god; I Goth. Brave slip, sprung from the great Andro- That granted, how canst thou believe an oath? Whose name was once our terror, now our comfort; Aar. What if I do not ? as, indeed, I do not : Whose high exploits, and honourable deeds, Yet,-for I know thou art religious, lograteful Rome requites with foul contempt, And hast a thing within thee, called conscience
And twenty popish tricks and ceremonies,
Luc. Bring down the devil; for he must not die
To live and burn in everlasting fire;
Luc. Sirs, stop his mouth, and let him speak no
Enter a Goth.
Luc. Even by my god, I swear to thee I will. Goth. My lord, there is a messenger from Rome,
Luc. Let bim come near.-
Enter ÆMILIUS. "Twas her two sons, that murder'd Bassianus : Welcome, Æmilius, what's the news from Rome? They cut thy sister's tongue, and ravish'd her, Æmil. Lord Lucius, and you, princes of the Goths, And cut her hands; and trimm'd her as thou saw'st. The Roman einperor greets you all by me: Luc. O, détestable villain! call'st thou that trim- And, for hc understands you are in arms ming!
He craves a parley at your father's house, Aar. Why, she was wash'd, and cut, and trimm'd; Willing you to demand your hostages, and 'twas
And they shall be immediately deliver'd. Trim sport for them that had the doing of it.
I Goth. What says our general ? Luc. 0, barbarous, beastly villains, like thyself! Luc. Æmilius, let the emperor give his pledges
Aar. Indeed, I was their tutor to instruct them; Unto my father and my uncle Marcus, That codding spirit had they from their mother And we will come.—March away.
Ereunt As sure a card as ever won the set; Taat bloody mind, I think, they learn'd of me, SCENE II.—Rome. Before Titus's House, As true a dog as ever fought at head. Well, let iny deeds be witness of my worth.
Enter Tamora, CHIRON, and DEMETRIUS, disguised. I train'd thy brethren to that guileful hole,
Tam. Thus, in this strange and sad habilimen:, Where the dead corpse of Bassianus lay:
I will encounter with Andronicus; I wrote the letter that thy father found,
And say, I am Revenge, sent from below, And hid the gold within the letter mention'd, To join with him, and right his heinous wrongs. Confederate with the queen, and her two sons; Knock at his study, where, they say, he keeps, And what not done, that thou hast cause to rue, To ruminate strange plots of dire revenge; Wherein I had no stroke of mischief in it?
Tell him, Revenge is come to join with him, I play'd the cheater for thy father's hand;
And work confusion on his enemies. (They knock And, when I had it, drew myself apart, And almost broke my heart with extreme laughter.
Enter Titus, above. I pry'd me through the crevice of a wall,
Tit. Who doth molest my contemplation ?
That so my sad decrees may fly away,
You are deceiy'd: for what I mean to do,
See here, in bloody lines I have set down;
Tit. No; not a word : How can I grace my talk
Aar. Ay, that I had not done a thousand more. Tam. If thou did’st know me, thou would'st talk Even now I curse the day, (and yet, I think,
with me. Few come within the compass of my curse,)
Tit. I am not mad; I know thee well enough: Wherein I did not some notorious ill:
Witness this wretched stump, these crimson lines; As kill a man, or else devise his death;
Witness these trenches, made by grief and care; Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it;
Witness the tiring day, and heavy night;
For our proud empress, mighty Tamora :
Know thou, sad man, I am not Tamora And bid the owners quench them with their tears. She is thy enemy, and I thy friend : Oft have I digg'd up dead men from their graves, I am Revenge; sent from the infernal kingdom, And set them upright at their dear friends doors, To ease the gnawing vulture of thy mind, Even when their sorrows almost were forgot; By working wreakful vengeance on thy foes. And on their skins, as on the bark of trees,
Come down, and welcome me to this world's light;
There's not a hollow cave, or lurking-place,
Where bloody murder, or detested rape,
Can couch for fear, but I will find them out; Bóit that I cannot do ten thousand more
and in their ears tell them my dreadful name,
Revenge, which makes the foul offender quake. For up and down sharth resemble thee;
Tit. Art thou Revenge ? and art thou sent to me, I pray thee, do on them some violent death,
They have been violent to me and mine.
Tit. Do me some service, ere I come to thee. But would it please thee, good Andronicus,
When he is here, even at thy solemn feast,
The emperor hiinself, and all thy foes;
And at thy mercy shall they stoop and kneel,
Tit. Marcus, my brother!—'tis sad Titus calls.
Go, gentle Marcus, to thy nephew Lucius;
Thou shalt inquire him out among the Goths; So thou destroy Rapine and Murder there.
Bid him repair to me, and bring with him Tam. These are my ministers, and come with me. Some of the chiefest princes of the Goths ;
Tit. Are they thy ministers? what are they call’d? Bid him encamp his soldiers where they are: Tam. Rapine, and Murder; therefore called so, Tell him, the emperor and the empress too 'Cause they take vengeance of such kind of men.
Feast at my house: and he shall feast with them. Tit. Good lord, how like the empress' sons they This do thou for my love; and so let him, are !
As he regards his aged father's life. And you, the empress ! But we worldly men
Mar. This will I do, and soon return again. (Exit. Have miserable, mad, mistaking eyes.
Tam. Now will I hence about thy business, O sweet Revenge, now do I come to thee :
And take my ministers along with me. And, if one arm's embracement will content thee :
Tit. Nay, nay, let rape and murder stay with me
Or else I'll call my brother back again,
in your speeches. How I have govern'd our determin'd jest ? For now he firmly takes me for Revenge ;
Yield to his humour, smooth and speak bim fair, And, being credulous in this mad thought,
(Aside. l'H make him send for Lucius, his son ;
And tarry with him, till I come again.
Tit. I know them all, though they suppose me
And will o'er-reach them in their own devices,
A pair of cursed hell-hounds, and their dain. See, here he comes, and I must ply my theme.
(Aside. Dem. Madam, depart at pleasure, leave us here. Enter Titus.
Tam. Farewell, Andronicus: Reveuge now goes Tit. Long have I been forlorn, and all for thee : To lay a complot to betray thy foes. (Exit Tamora. Welcome, dread fury, to my woeful house;
Tit. I know thou dost; and sweet Revenge, Rapine, and Murder, you are welcome too :
farewell. How like the empress and her sons you are !
Chi. Tell us, old man, how shall we be employ'd ? Well are you fitted, had you but a Moor:
Tit. Tut, I have work enough for you to do. -
Publius, cume hither, Caius, and Valentine
Enter Publius and others.
Pub. What's your will ?
Know you these two ? Tam. What would'st thou have us do, Andronicus? Pub.
Th' empress' sons, Dem. Show me a murderer, I'll deal with him. I take them, Chiron and Demetrius. (ceivd;
Chi. Show me a villain, that hath done a rape, Tit. Fye, Publius, fye! thou art too much deAnd I am sent to be reveng'd on him. (wrong, The one is Murder, Rape is the other's name
Tam. Show me a thousand, that have done thee And therefore bind them, gentle Publius;
Caius, and Valentine, lay hands on them :
And now I find it; therefore bind them sure;
(Exit Titus.-Publius, &c. lay hoid on Go thou with him; and, when it is by hap,
CHIRON and DEMETRIUS. To find another that is like to thee,
Chi. Villains, forbear; we are the empress' sons. Good Rapine, stab him; he is a ravisher.
Pub. And therefore do we what we are coin. Go thou with them; and in the emperor's court
manded.There is a queen, attended by a Moor;
Stop close their mouths, let them not speak a word • Well may'si thou know her by tby own proportion, Is he sure bound ? look that you bind them fast
(Re-enter Titus ANDRONICUS, with LAVINIA; she Luc. What boots it thee to call thyself a svp ! bearing a bason, and he a knife.
Mar. Rome's emperor, and nepher, break the Tit. Come, come, Lavinia : look, thy foes are
parle ; bound;
These quarrels must be quietly debated. Sirs, stop their mouths, let them not speak to me;
The feast is ready, which the careful Titus But let them hear what fearful words I utter.
Hath ordain'd to an honourable end, O villains, Chiron and Demetrius !
For peace, for love, for league, and good to Rome Here stands the spring whom you have stain'à with Please you, therefore, draw nigh, and take you: This goodly summer with your winter mix’d.
places. You kill'd her husband; and, for that vile fault,
Sat, Marcus, we will. Two of her brothers were condemn'd to death :
(Hautboys sound. The company sit down at table. My hand cut off, and made a merry jest: Both her sweet hands, her tongue, and that more dear Enter Titus dressed like a cook, Lavinia, veiled, Than hands or tongue, her spotless chastity,
young Lucius, and others. Titus pluces the dishes
on the table. Inhuman traitors, you constrain'd and forc'a. What would you say, if I should let you speak ? Tit. Welcome, my gracious lord; welcome, dread Villains, for shame you could not beg for grace
queen; Hark, wretches, how I mean to martyr you. Welcome, ye warlike Gotha ; welcome Lacius; This one hand yet is left to cut your throats; And welcome, all : although the cheer be poor, Whilst that Lavinia 'tween her stumps doth hold "Twill fill your stomachs; plcase you eat of it. The bason, that receives your guilty blood.
Sat. Why art thou thus attir’d, Andronicus ? You know your mother means to feast with me, Tit. Because I would be sure to have all well, And calls herself, Revenge, and thinks me mad, - To entertain your highness, and your empress. Hark, villains, I will grind your bones to dust, Tam. We are beholden to you, good Andronicus. And with your blood and it, I'll make a paste ; Tit. An if your highness knew my heart, you were. And of the paste a coffin I will rear,
My lord the emperor, resolve me this; And make two pasties of your shameful heads; Was it well done of rash Virginius, And bid that strumpet, your unhallow'd dam, To slay his daughter with his own right hand, Like to the earth, swallow her own increase. Because she was enforc'd, stain'd, and deflour'd ? This is the feast that I have bid her to,
Sat. It was, Andronicus. And this the banquet she shall surfeit on;
Tit. Your reason, mighty lord ! shame, For worse than Philomel you us'd my daughter, Sat. Because the girl should not survive her "And worse than Progne I will be reveng'd: And by her presence still renew his sorrows. And now prepare your throats.- Lavinia, come, Tit. A reason mighty, strong, and effectual;
[He cuts their throuls
. A pattern, precedent, and lively warrant, Receive the blood : and, when that they are dead, For me, most wretched to perform the like: Let me go grind their bones to powder small, Die, die, Lavinia, and thy shame with thee; And with this hateful liquor temper it;
[He kills LAVINIA. And in that paste let their vile heads be bak’d, And, with thy shame, thy father's sorrow die ! Come, come, be every one officious
Sat. What hast thou done, unnatural, and co. To make this banquet; which I wish may prove
(blind. More stern and bloody than the Centaurs' feast. Tit. Killd her, for whom my tears have made me So, now bring thein in, for I will play the cook, I am as woful as Virginius was: And see them ready 'gainst their mother comes. And have a thousand times more cause than he
[E.reunt, bearing the dead bodies. To do this outrage ;-and it is now done. (deed. SCENE III.- The same. A Pavilion, with
Sat. What, was she ravish'd ? tell, who did the Tables, &c.
Tit. Will't please you eat! will’t please your highness feed?
(thus? Enter Lucius, Marcus, and Goths, with Aaron, Tam. Why hast thou slain thine only daughter Prisoner
Tit. Not I; 'twas Chiron, and Demetrius : Luc. Uncle Marcus, since 'tis my father's mind, They ravish'd her, and cut away her tongue, That I repair to Rome, I am content. (will.
And they, 'twas they, that did her all this wrong. 1 Goth. And ours, with thine, befall what fortune
Sat. Ġo fetch them hither to us presently. Luc. Good uncle, take you in this barbarous Moor, Whereof their mother daintily hath fed,
Tit. Why, there they are both, bak'd in that pye; This ravenous tiger, this accursed devil; Let him receive no sustenance, fetter him,
Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred. Till he be brought unto the empress' face,
'Tis true, 'tis true ; witness my knife's sharp point. For testimony of her foul proceedings :
(Killing TASUR 2. And see the ambush of our friends be strong :
Sat. Die, frantick wretch, for this accursed deed. I fear, the emperor means no good to us.
(Killing Titus. Aar. Some devil whisper curses in mine ear,
Luc. Can the son's eye behold his father bleed ? And prompt me, that my tongue may utter forth
There's meed for meed, death for a deadly deed. The venomous malice of my swelling heart !
(Kills SATURNINUS. A great tumult. The Luc. Away, iuhuman dog! unhallow'd slave !-
people in confusion disperse. MARCOS, Sirs, help our uncle to convey him in.
Lucius, and their partisans ascend the (Exeunt Goths, with Aaron. Flourish.
steps before Titus's house. The trumpets show, the eraperor is at hand.
Mar. You sad-fac'd men, people and sons of Rome, Enter SATURNINUS and Ta mora, with Tribunes, Scatter'd by winds and high tempestuous gusts
By uproar sever'd, like a flight of fowl
0, let me teach you how to knit again
These broken limbs again into one body
Sen. Lest Rome herself be bane unto herseif;
Lucius, &c. descend,
Mar. Go, go into old Titus' sorrowful house; Do shameful execution on herself.
(To an Attendant But if my frosty signs and chaps of age,
And hither hale that misbelieving Moor, Grave wiinesses of true experience,
To be adjudg'd some direful slaughtering death, Cannot induce you to attend my words, – [ancestor, As punishment for his most wicked life. Speak, Rome's dear friend; [TO Lucius.] as erst our
Rom. [Several speak. ] Lucius, all hail; Rome's When with his solemn tongue he did discourse,
gracious governor ! To love-sick Dido's sad attending ear,
Luc. Thanks, gentle Romans; May I govern so, The story of that baleful burning night,
To heal Rome's harms, and wipe away her woe! When subtle Greeks surpriz'd king Priam's Troy, But, gentle people, give me aim awhile,Tell us, what Sinon hath bewitch'd our ears,
For nature puts me to a heavy task ;Or who bath brought the fatal engine in,
Stand all aloof;—but, uncle, draw you near, That gives our Troy, our Rome, the civil wound. To shed obsequious tears upon this trunk ; My heart is not compact of Aing, nor steel;
O, take this warm kiss on thy pale cold lips. Nor can I utter all our bitter grief,
(Kisses Titus. But foods of tears will drown my oratory,
These sorrowful drops upon thy bloud-stain'd face, And break my very utterance; even i'the time
The last true duties of thy noble son ! When it should move you to attend me most,
Mar. Tear for tear, and loving kiss for kiss, Lending your kind commiseration :
Thy brother Marcus tenders on thy lips : Here is a captain, let him tell the tale :
O, were the sum of these that I should pay Your hearts will throb and weep to hear him speak. Countless and infinite, yet would I pay them! Luc. Then, noble auditory, be it known to you,
Luc. Come bither, boy; come, come, and learn That cursed Chiron and Demetrius
of us Were they that murdered our emperor's brother; To melt in showers: Thy grandsire lov'd thee well: And they it were that ravished our sister :
Many a time he danc'd thee on his knee,
Many a matter hath he told to thee,
In that respect then, like a loving child,
Shed yet some small drops from thy tender spriug, The gates shut on me, and turn'd weeping out,
Because kind nature doth require it so : To beg relief among Rome's enemies,
Friends should associate friends in grief and woe : Who drown'd their enmity in my true tears,
Bid him farewell; commit him to the grave; And op'd their arms to embrace me as a friend;
Do him that kindness, and take leave of him. And I am the turn'd-forth, be it known to you,
Boy. O grandsiie, grandsire ! even with all my That have preserv'd her welfare in my blood;
heart And from her bosom took the enemy's point,
Would I were dead, so you did live again! Sheathing the steel in my advent'rous body.
O lord, I cannot speak to him for weeping;
My tears will choke me, if I ope my mouth.
Enter Attendants, with AARON.
1 Rom. You sad Andronici, have done with woes; Citing my worthless praise: 0, pardon me; Give sentence on this execrable wretch, For when no friends are by, men praise themselves. That hath been breeder of these dire events. Mar. Now is my turn to speak; Behold this child, Luc. Set him breast-deep in earth, and famish him; (Pointing to the child in the arms of an There let him stand, and rave and cry for food Attendant.
If any one relieves or pities him, of this was Tamora delivered;
For the offence he dies. This is our doom. The issue of an irreligious Moor,
Some stay, to see him fasten'd in the earth. Chief architect and plotter of these woes;
Aar. O, why should wrath be mute, and fury dumb? The villain is alive in Titus' house,
I am no baby, I, that with base prayers, Damn'd as he is, to witness this is true.
I should repent the evils I have done; Now judge, what cause had Titus to revenge Ten thousand, worse than ever yet I did, These wrongs, unspeakable, past patience,
Would I perform, if I might have my will; Or more than any living man could bear.
If one good deed in all iny life I did, Now you have heard the truth, what say you, Romans? I do repent it from my very soul.
My father, and Lavinia, shall forth with
No funeral rite, nor man in mournful weeds,
But throw her forth to beasts, and birds of prey.
See justice done to Aaron, that damn’d Moor, The common voice do cry, it shall be so.
By whom our heavy haps had their beginning : Rom(Several speuk.] Lucius, all hail; Rome's Then, afterwards, to order well the state ; royal emperor'
That like events may ne'er it ruinate. Eround