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Boy. HELP, grandsire, help! my aunt Lawinia follows me every where, I know not why: Good uncle Marcus, see how swift she comes! Alas! sweet aunt, I know not what you mean. Marc. Stand by me, Lucius; do not fear thine aunt. - |. Tit. She loves thee, boy, too well to do thee Boy. Ay, when my father was in Rome, she did. Marc. W. means my niece Lavinia by these signs? [mean:— Tit. Fear her not, Lucius:–Somewhat doth she See, Lucius, see, how much she makes of thee: Some whither would she have thee go with her. Ah, boy, Cornelia never with more care Read to her sons, than she hath read to thee, Sweet poetry, and Tully's oratory. Canst thou not guess wherefore shepliestheethus: Boy. My . I know not, I, nor can I guess, Unless some fit of phrenzy do possess her: For I have heard my grandsire say full oft, Extremity of griefs would make men mad; And I have read, that Hecuba of Troy Ranmad through sorrow; That made me to fear; lthough, my lord, I know, my noble aunt ves me as dear as eler my mother did, And would not, but in fury, fright my youth: Which made me down to throw my books, and sly; Causeless, perhaps: But pardon me, sweet aunt: And, madam, if my uncle Marcus go, I will most willingly attend your ladyship. Marc. Lucius, I will. - [this? Tit. How now, Lavinia?—Marcus, what means Some book there is that she desires to see:– Which is it, girl, of these ? Open them, boy.— But thou art decper read, and better skill'd; Come, and take choice of all my library, And so beguile thy sorrow, 'till the heavens Reveal the damn'd contriver of this deed.— Why lifts she up her arms in sequence thus? Marc. I it, she means, that there was more than one 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 it me. Marc. For love of her that's gone, Perhaps she cull'd it from among the rest. . Tit. Soft! soft how busily she turns the leaves!
Help her: What would she find? Lavinia, shall
This is the tragic tale of Philomel,
And treats of 'I'ereus' treason, and his rape;
5 And rape, I fear, was root of thine annoy.
Marc. See, brother, see; note, how she quotes' the leaves. [girl, Tit: Lavinia, wer’t thou thus surpriz'd, sweet 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, ((), had we never; never, hunted there!) Pattern'd by that the poet here describes, By nature made for murders, and for rapes. Marc. O, why should nature build so fouladen, Unless the gods delight in tragedies! Tit. Give signs, sweet girl, -for here are none but friends, * - Los what Romaniord it was durst do the deed: Or shunk not Saturnine; as Tafquin erst, That left the camp to sin in Lucrece' bed? Marc. Sit down, sweet niece;—brother, sit down by me. Apollo, Pallas, Jove, or Mercury, Inspire me, that I may this treason find !— My lord, look here;—look here, Lavinia: [He writes his name with his staff; and guides it with his feet and mouth.
"This sandy plot is plain; guide, if thou canst,
This after me, when I have writ my name
Without the help of any hand at all.
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 writes.
Tit. O, do you read, mylord,what she hath writ?
Marc. What, what!—the lustful sons of Tamora
Performers of this hateful bloody deed?
Tit. Magne Dominator Poli,
Tam lentus audis scelera P.tam lentus rides?
Marc. O, calm thee, gentle lord! although, I
There is enough written upon this earth,
To stir a mutiny in the mildest thoughts,
And arm the minds of infants to exclaims.
My lord, kneel down with me; Lavinia, kneel;
And kneel, sweet boy, the Roman Hector's hope;
And swear with me, as with the woeful feere”,
And father, of that chaste dishonour'd dame,
Lord Junius Brutus sware for Lucrece' rape,
That we will prosecute, by good advice,
: To quote is to observe. ” Ferre signifies a companion, and here metaphorically a husband.
Mortal revenge upon these traiterous Goths,
And see their blood, or die with this reproach.
Tim. 'Tis sure enough, an you knew how.
But if you hurt these bear-whelps, then beware:
The dam will wake; and, if she wind you once,
She's with the lion deeply still in league,
And lulls him while 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
Boy. I say, my lord, that if I were a man, [you?
Their mother’s bed-chamber should not be safe
For these bad bond-men to the yoke of Rome.
Marc. Ay, that’s my boy! thy father hath full
For this ungrateful country done the like. [oft
Boy. And, uncle, so will I, an if I live.
Tit. Come, go with me into my armoury;
Lucius, I’ll fit thee; and withal, my boy
Shall carry from me to the emperess' sons
Presents, that I intend to send them both:
Come, come; thou’lt do my message, wilt thou
Boy. Ay, with my dagger in their bosom, grand-
Tit. No, no, boy, not so; l’ll teach thee ano-
- ther course.
Lavinia, come:—Marcus, look to my house;
Lucius and I’ll go brave it at the court;
Ay, marry, will we, sir; and we’ll be waited on.
Marc. O heavens, can you hear a good man
Andnot relent, or not compassionate him : [groan, 33
Marcus, attend him in his ecstacy;
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 ! [Erit.
To gratify your honourable youth,
The hope of Rome; for so he bade me say;
And so I do, and with his gifts present
Your lordships, that whenever you have need,
You may be armed and appointed well:
And so I leave you both, [Aside] like bloody
Dem. What’s here? A scroll; and written
Integer vitat, scelerisque purus,
Nonegel Mauri jaculis nec arcu.
Chi. O, 'tis a verse in Horace; I know it well:
I read it in the grammar long ago. [have it.
Aar. Ay, just;-averse in Horace;—right, you
Now, what a thing it is to be an ass!
Here's no fond jest: the old man hath
found their guilt;
And sends the weapons wrapp'd about
That wound, beyond their feeling, to
But were ourwitty emperess well a-foot,
She would applaudAndronicus' conceit.
Butlether rest in her untesta-while.—
And now, young lords, was’t not a happy star
Led us to Rome, strangers, and, more than so,
Captives, to be advanced to this height?
it did me good, before the palace gate
To brave the tribune in his brother's hearing.
Dem. But me more good, to see so great a lor
Basely insinuate, and send us gifts.
Aar. Had he not reason, lord Demetrius 2
Did you not use his daughter very friendly
Dem. I would, we had a thousand Roman dannes
At such a bay, by turn to serve our lust.
Chi. A charitable wish, and full of kove.
Aar. Here lacketh but your mother to say Amen.
Chi. And that would she for twenty thousand
Dem. Come, let us go; and pray to all the gods
For our beloved mother in her pains.
Aar. Pray to the devils; the gods have given
us o'er. [Aside. Flourish.
Dem. W. do the emperor's trumpets flourish
Chi, Belike, for joy the emperor hath a son.
Dem. Soft; who comes here?
Enter Nurse, with a Black-a-moor Child.
Nurse. Good-morrow, lords:
O tell me, did you see Aaron the Moor?
Aar. Well, more or less, or ne'er a whit at all.
Here Aaron is; and what with Aaron now :
Nurse. O gentle Aaron, we are all undone!
Now help, or woe betide thee evermore :
Aar. Why,what a caterwauling dost thoukeep?
What dost thou wrap and fumble in thine arms:
Nurse. O, that which I would hide from heaven's
Qur emperess' shame, and stately Rome's dis-
She is deliver'd, lords, she is deliver'd.
Aar. To whom?
! i. e. grand merci; great thanks,
Murse. I mean, she is brought to bed. Aar. Well, God Give her good rest! What hath he sent her? Nurse. A devil. [issue. Aar. Why, then she is the devil's dam; a joyful Nurse. A joyless, dismal, black, and sorrowful Here is the babe, as loathsome as a toad [issue: Amongst the fairest breeders of our cline. The emperess sends it thee, thy stamp, thy seal, And bids thee christen it with thy dagger's point. Aar. o out, you whore' is black so base a ue? Sweet blowse, you are a beauteous blossom, sure. Dem. Villain, what hast thou done? Aar. That which thou Canst not undo. Chi. Thou hast undone our mother. Aar. Villain, I have done thy nother. ...Dem. And therein, hellish dog, thou hastundone. Woe to herchance,and damn'd her loathed choice! Accurs'd the offspring of so foul a fictid Chi. It shall not live. Aar. It shall not die. Murse. Aaron, it must; the mother wills it so. Aar. What, must it, nurse? then let no man but I, Dö execution on my flesh and blood. [point: Dem. I’ll broach” the tadpole on my rapier's Nurse, give it me; my swordshall soon dispatch it. Aar.Sooner this swordshall plough thy bowels up. Stay, murd’rous villains! will you kill your broNow, by the burning tapers of the sky, [ther? That shone so brightly when this boy was got, He dies upon my scymitar's sharp point, That touches this my first-born son and heir I tell you, younglings, not Enceladus, With all his threat'ning band of Typhon's brood, Nor great Alcides, nor the god of war, Shall seize this prey out of his father's hands. What, what, ye sanguine, shallow-hearted boys' Ye white-lim'd walls! ye alehouse painted signs: Coal-black is better than another hue, In that it scorns to bear another hue: For all the water in the ocean Can never turn the swan's black legs to white, Although she lave them hourly in the flood.— Tell the emperess from me, I am of age To keep mine own; excuse it how she can. Dem. Wilt thou betray thy noblemistress thus: Aar. My mistress is my mistress; this, myself; The vigour, and the picture of my youth: This, before all the world, do I prefer; This, maugre all the world, will I keep safe, Or some of you shall smoke for it in Rome. IDem. By this, our mother is for ever sham'd. Chi. Rome will despise her for this foul escape. Nurse. The emperor, in his rage, will doom her death. . Chi. Iblush to think upon this ignomy. [bears: Aar. Why there's the privilege your beauty
The close enacts and counsels of the heart! ere is a young lad fram'd of another leer'':
"To do is here used obscenely. plexion or hue.
- - * A broach is a spit—I’ll spit the tadpole, * To pack is to contrive insidiously.
Look, how the black slave smiles upon the father;
As who should say, Qld lad, I am thine own.
He is your brother, lords; sensibly fed
Of that self-blood that first gave life to you;
And, from that womb,where you imprison'd were,
He is infranchised and come to light:
Nay, he's your brother by the surer side,
No. my seal is stamped in his face.
Nurse. Aaron, what shall I say unto the emperess?
Dem. Advise thee, Aaron, what is to be done;
And we will all subscribe to thy advice;
Save you the child, so we may all be safe.
Aar. Then sit we down, and let us all consult.
My son and I will have the wind of you:
Keep there: now talk at pleasure of your safety.
[They sit on the jo,
Dem. How many women saw this child of his?
Aar. Why, so, brave lords; When we all join
in league, -
I am a lamb; but if you brave the Moor,
The chafed boar, the mountain lioness,
The ocean swells not so as Aaron storms.-
But, say again, how many saw the child? .
Nurse. č. the midwife, and myself,
And no one else, but the deliver'd emperess.
Aar.The emperess,the midwife, and yourself:-
Two may keep counsel, when the third's away:
Go to the emperess; tell her this I said:--
[He kills her.
Weke, weke!—so cries a pig, prepar'd to thespit-
Dem. What mean'st thou, Aaron? Wherefore
didst thou this? -
Aar. O lord, sir, 'tis a deed of policy:
Shall she live to betray this guilt of ours?
A long-tongu'd babbling gossip no; lords, no.
And now be it known to you my full intent.
Not far, one Muliteus lives, my countrysilan ;
His wife but yesternight was brought to-bed;
His child is like to her, fair as you are:
Go pack “with him, and give the mother gold,
And tell them both the circumstance of all;
And how by this their child shall be advanc'd,
And be received for the emperor's heir,
And substituted in the place of mine,
To calm this tempest whirling in the court;
And let the emperor dangle him for his own. . .
Hark ye, mylords; yesee, have given her physick,
- [Pointing to the Nurse.
And you must needs bestow her funeral;
The fields are near, and you are gallant grooms:
This done, see that you take no longer days,
But send the midwife presently to me.
The midwife, and the nurse, well made away,
Then let the ladies tattie what they please.
Chi. Aaron, I see, thou wilt not trust the air
Dem. For this care of Tamora,
Herself, and hers, are highly bound to thee.
- - [Excunt.
Aar. Now to the Goths, as swift as swallow flies;
There to dispose this treasure in my arms,
And secretly to greet the emperess' friends.* Leer is com
You, cousins, shall go sound the ocean,
And cast your nets; haply, you may find her in
Yet there’s as little justice as at land:
No; Publius and Sempronius, you must do it;
'Tis you must dig with mattock, and with spade,
And pierce the inmost centre of the earth;
Then, when you come to Pluto's region,
I pray you, deliver him this petition:
Tell him, it is for justice, and for aid;
And that it comes from old Andronicus,
Shaken with sorrows in ungrateful Rome.
Ah, Rome!—Well, well; I made thee miserable,
What time I threw the people's suffrages
On him that thus doth tyrannize o'er me.—
Go, get you gone; and pray be careful all,
And leave you not a man of war unsearch'd;
Thiswicked emperor may haveshipp'd her hence,
And, kinsmen, then we may go o: for justice.
Marc. O, Publius, is not this a heavy case,
To see thy noble uncle thus distract?
Pub. Therefore, my lord, it highly us con-
By day and night to attend him carefully;
And feed his humour kindly as we may,
*Till time beget some careful remedy.
Marc. Kinsmen, his sorrows are past remedy.
Join with the Goths; and with revengeful war
'Take wreak on Rome for this ingratitude,
And vengeance on the traitor Saturnine, [ters;
Tit. Publius, how now? how now, my mas-
What, have you met with her? [word,
Pub. No, my good lord; but Pluto sends you
If you will have revenge from hell, you shall:
Márry, for Justice, she is so employ'd, [else,
He thinks with Jove in heaven, or somewhere
So that perforce you needs must stay a time,
Tit. H. doth me wrong, to feed me with delays.
1’ll dive into the burning lake below, -
And pull her out of Acheron by the heels.-
Marcus, we are but shrubs, no cedars we;
* The Clown means to say, to the tribune of the people.
But metal, Marcus, steel to the very back; Yet wrung with wrongs, more than our backs can bear: And sith there is no justice in earth nor hell, We will solicit heaven; and move the gods, To send down justice for to wreak our wrongs: . Come, to this gear. You are a good archer, Marcus. [He gives them the arrows. Ad Jovem, that’s for you:—Here, ad Apolli:14 Martem, that's for myself;- [nem:— Here, boy, to Pallas:—Here to Mercury – To Saturn, and to Coelus; not to Saturnine,— You were as good to shoot against the wind.— To it, boy. Marcus, loose when I bid: O' my word, I have written to effect; There's not a god left unsolicited. [court: Marc. Kinsmen, shoot all your shafts into the We will afflict the emperor in his pride. Tit. Now, masters, draw. [They shoot.] O, well said, Lucius! Good boy, in Virgo's lap, give it to Pallas. Marc. Mylord, I am a mile beyond the moon; Your letteris with Jupiter by this. Tit. Ha! Publius, Publius, whathast thou done? See, see, thou hast shot off one of Taurus' horns. Marc. This was the sport, my lord: when Publius shot, The bull being gall'd, gave Aries such a knock, That down fell both the ram's horns in the court; And who should find them but the emperess' villain? - [choose She haugh'd, and told the Moor, he should not But give them to his master for a present. Tit. Why, there it goes: God give your lordship iow ! Enter a o with a basket and two pigeons. News, news from heaven Marcus, the post is conne. Sirrah; what tidings? have you any letters? Shall I have justice? what says Jupiter? Clown. Ho! the gibbet-maker? he says, that he hath taken them down again, for the man must not be hang'd 'till the next week. Tit. Tut, what says Jupiter, I ask thee? Clown. Alas, sir, I know not Jupiter; I never drank with him in all my life. Tit. Why, villain, art not thou the carrier? Clown, Ay, of my pigeons, sir; nothing else. Tit. Why, didst thou not come from heaven? Clown. From heaven? alas, sir, I never came there: God forbid, I should be so bold to press to heaven in my young days! Why, I am going with my pigeons to the tribunal plebs", to take up a matter of brawl betwixt my uncle and one of the emperial's men. Marc. Why, sir, that is as fit as can be, to rve for your oration; and let him deliver the
o to the emperor from you.
Tit. Tell me, can you deliver an oration to the emperor with a grace? lown. Nay, truly, sir, I could never say grace in all my life.
Tit. Sirrah, come hither; make no more ado, But give your pigeons to the emperor: By me thou shalt have justice at his hands. old, hold;-mean while, here's money forthy Give me a pen and ink.— . Sirrah, canyou with a grace deliver a supplication? Clown, Ay, sir. Tit. Then here is a supplication for you, And when you come to him, at the first approach, you must kneel; then kiss his foot; then deliver u our pigeons; and then look for your reward. 'll be at hand, sir; see you do it bravely. Clown. I warrant you, sir; let me alone, [it. Tit. Sirrah, hast thou a knife? Come, let me see Here, Marcus, fold it in the oration; For thou hast made it like an humble suppliant:— And when thou hast given it to the emperor, Knock at my door, and tell me what he says. Clown. God be with you, sir; I will. Tit. Come, Marcus, letusgo:—Publius, follow|30 Ille. [Excunt.
S C E N E IV. The Palace.
Enter Emperor, and Emperess, and her two sons;
the Emperor brings the arrows in his hand.
that Titus shot.
Sat. Why, lords, what wrongs are these? Was
An emperor of Rome thus over-borne,
Troubled, confronted thus; and, for the extent
Of legal justice, us'd in such contempt?
My lords, you know, as do the mightful gods,
However the disturbers of our peace
Buz in the people's ears, there nought hath past
But even with law, against the wilful sons
Of old Andronicus, And what an if
His sorrows have so overwhelm'd his wits,
Shall we be thus afflicted in his wreaks",
His fits, his frenzy, and his bitterness?
And now he writes to heaven for his redress:
See, here's to Jove, and this to Mercury;
This to Apollo; this to the god of war:
Sweet scrolls, to fly about the streets of Rome !
What’s this, but libelling against the senate,
And blazoning our injustice every where?
A goodly humour, is it not, my lords?
As who would say, in Rome no justice were.
But, if I live, his feigned ecstasies
Shall be no shelter to these outrages:
But he and his shall know, that justice lives
In Saturninus' health; whom, if she sleep,
He'll so awake, as she in fury shall
Cut off the proud'st conspirator that lives.
Tam. My gracious lord, most lovely Saturnine,
Lord of my o: commander of my thoughts,
Calm thee, and bear the faults of Titus' age,
The effects of sorrow for his valiant sons,
Whose loss hath pierc’d him deep and scarr'd his
Than prosecute the meanest, or the best,
For these contempts. Why, thus it shall become
High-witted Tamora to gloze with all:
But, Titus, I have touch'd thee to the quick,
Thy life-blood out: if Aaron now be wise,
Then is all safe, the anchor’s in the port.
Enter Clown. -
How now, good fellow? wouldst thouspeak with
us 2 [perial.
Clown. Yes, forsooth, an yourmistership be ein-
Tam. Emperess I am, but yonder sits the em-
Clown.”Tishe.—God, and saint Stephen, give
you good den:
I have brought you a letter, and a couple of pi-
geons here. [The Emperor reads the letter.
Sat. Go, take him away, and hang him pre-
Clown. How much money must I have?
Tam. Come, sirrah, you must be hang'd.
Clown, Hang'd By’rlady, then I have brought
up a neck to a fair end. [Euit.
Sat. Despightful and intolerable wrongs!
Shall I endure this monstrous villainy
I know from whence this same device proceeds:
May this be borne?—as if his traitorous sons,
That dy’d by law for murder of our brother,
Have by my means been butcher'd wrougiusly!—
Go, drāg the villain hither by the hair;
Nor age, nor honour, shall shape privilege:–
For this proud mock, I'll be thy slaughter-man;
Sly frantick wretch,that holp'st to make me great,
In hope thyself should govern Rome and me.
Sat. What news with thee, Emilius’
A.mil. Arm, arm, my lords; Rome never had
more cause !
The Goths have gather'd head; and with a power
Of high-resolved men, bent to the spoil,
They hither march amain, under conduct
Of Lucius, son to old Andronicus;
Who threats, in course of his revenge, to do
As much as ever Coriolanus did.
Sat. Is warlike Lucius general of the Goths?
These tidings nip me; and I hang the head,
As flowers with frost, or grass beat down with
Ay, now begin our sorrows to approach:
'Tis he, the common people love so much;
Myself have often over-heard them say,
(When I have walked like a private man)
That Lucius' banishment was wrongfully, [ror.
And they have wish'd that Lucius were their empe-
Tam. Why should you fear? is not our c.ty
Sat. Ay, but the citizens favour Lucius:
And will revolt from me, to succour him. [name.
Tam. King, be thy thoughts imperious, like thy
Is the sun dimm'd, that gnats do fly in it?
The eagle suffers little birds to sing,
heart; And rather comfort his distressed plight,
And is not carciul what they incan thereby;