« PreviousContinue »
Tit. 'Tis sure enough, and you knew how,
Dem. But me more good, to see so great a lord But if you hurt these bear-whelps, then beware: Basely insinuate, and send gilli. The data will wake; and, in slie wind you once, Aur. Had he not reason, lord Demetrius? She's with the lion deeply still in league,
Did you not use his daughter very friendly? And luils him while she playeth on her back,
Dem. I would we had a thousand Roman dames And, when he sleeps, will she do what she list. At such a bay, by turn to serve our lust. You're a young huntsman, Marcus; let it alone; Chi. A charitable wish, and full oilove. And, come, I will yo get a lean of brass,
Aar. Here lacks but your mother for to say amen And with a gadtor steel will write these words, Chi. And that would she for twenty thousand And lay it by: the angry northern wind Will blow these sinds, like Sibyl's leaves, abroad, Dem. Come, let us go; and pray to all the gods And where's you lessonthen!--Boy, what say you? | For our beloved mother in her pains, Boy. I say, my lord, that if I were a man,
Aar. Pray to the devils; the gods have given rs Their mother's bed-chamber should not be safe
(Arile. 417 For these bad bondmen to the yoke of Rome. Dem. Why do the emperor's trumpets flourishi Marc. Ay, that's my boy! thy father hath full oft
thus? For this ungrateful country done the like.
Chi. Belike, for joy the emperor hath a son. Boy. And uncle, so will Ī, an if I live.
Dem. Soft; who coines here?
Enter a Nurse, with a Black-a-moor Chill in her Shall carry ironi ine to the empress' sons
Arms. Presents, ihat I intend to send them both:
Good-morrow, lords: Come, come; thou'll do thy message, wilt thou not? O, tell me, did you see Aaron the Moor? Boy. Ay, with my dagger in their bosoms, grand- Aar. Well, more or less, or ne'er a whit at all, sire.
Here Aaron is: and what with Aaron now? Tit. No, boy, not so; I'll teach thee another course. Nur. O, gentle Aaron, we are all undone! Lavinia, come:- Marcus, look to my house; Now help, or woe betide thee evermore! Lucius and I'll go brave it at the court;
Aar. Why, what a caterwauliny dost thou keep? Ay, marry, will we, sir: and we'll be waited on. What dost thou wrap and fumble in thine arms!
[Exeunt Titus, LAVINIA, and Boy. Nur. O, that which I would hide from heaven's Marc. O heavens, can you hear a good man groan,
eye, And not relent, or not compassion him?
Our empress’ shame, and stately Rome's disgrace; Marcus, attend him in his ecstasy;
She is deliver'd, lords, she is deliver'd. That hath more scars of sorrow in his heart,
Aar. To whom? Than foemen's marks upon his batter'd shield: Nur.
I mean, she's brought to bed. But yet so just, that he will not revenge:
Well, God Revenge the heavens for old Andronicus! (Exit. Give her good rest! What hath he sent her?
A devil. SCENE II.-A Room in the Palace.
Aar. Why, then she's the devil's dam; a joyful
issue. Enter AARON, CHIRON, and DEMETRICS, at one Door ; at another Door, young LUCICS and an
Nur. A joyless, dismal, black, and sorrowful Attendant, with a bundle of Weapons, and
issue: Verses writ upon them.
Here is the babe, as loathsome as a toad
Amongst the fairest breeders of our clime. Chi. Demetrius, here's the son of Lucius; The empress sends it thee, thy stamp, thy seal, He hath some message to deliver us.
And bids thee christen it with thy dayger's point. Aur. Ay, some mad message from his mad grand- var. Out, out, you whore! is bläck so base a hue? father.
Sweet blowse, you are a beauteous blossom, sure. Boy. My lords, with all the humbleness I may, Dem. Villain, what hast thou done? I greet your honors from Andronicus;
Done! tltat which thou And pray the Roman gods contound you both. Canst not undo.
( Aside. Chi.
Thou hast undone our mother. Dem.Gramercy,5 lovely Lucius: What's the news? Aur. Villain, I have done thy mother.
Buy. That you are both decipherd, that's the news, Dem. And therein, hellish doy, thou hast undone. For villains mark'd with rape. [Aside.] May it Woe to her chance, and damn'dher loathed choice! please you,
Accurs'd the offspring of so foul a tiend! My grandsire, weil advis'd, hath sent by me
Chi. It shall not live. The goodliest weapons or his armory,
It shall not die. To gratily your honorable youth,
Nur. Aaron, it must: the mother wills it so. The hope of kome: for so he bade me say;
Aur. What, must it, nurse? then let no man but I And so I do, and with his gifts present
Do execution on my flesh and blood. Your lordships, that whenever you have need, Dem. I'll broach• ihe tadpole on my rapier's soint; You may be armed and appoinied well:
Nurse, give it me; my sword shall soon despatch it. And so I leave you both, [ Aside.) like bloody vil- Aar. Sooner this sword shall plough ihy bowels up.
lains. [Exeunt Boy and Attendant. [Tukes the Chill from the Nurse, and trau's. Dem. What's here?' A scroll; and written round Stay, murderous villains! will you kill your brother? about?
Now, by the burning ta pers of the sky, Let's see.
That shone so brightly when this boy was got, Integer vitæ, scelerisque purus,
He dies upon my scimitar's sharp point, Non eget Mauri jaculis, nec arcu.
That touches this my first-hom son and heir! Chi. 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, Aar 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,
For all the water in the ocean That wound, beyond their feeling, to the
Can never turn a swan's black legs to white, quick.
Although she lave them hourly in the flood. 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; Led us 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 brave the tribune in his brother's hearing. Or some of you shall smoke for it in Rome. • The point of a spear. si. e. Grand merci; great thanks.
• In spite of.
Dem. By this our mother is for ever shamed. Be you remember'd, Marcus, she's gone, she's fled.
Happily you may find her in ihe sea;
'Tis you must diy with mattock and with spade,
Tell him, it is for justice, and for aid:
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 stamped 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 unsearch'd; And we will all subscribe to thy advice;
This wicked emperor may have shipp'd her hence, Save thou the child, so we may all be safe.
And, kinsmen, then we may go pipe for justice. Aar. 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.
Pub. Therefore, my lord, it highly us concerns, (They sit on the Groind. By day and night to attend him carefully; Dem. How many women saw this child of his?
And feed his humor kindly as we may, Aar. Why, so, brave lords! when we all join in Till time beget some careful remedy: league,
Marc. Kinsmen, his sorrows are past remedy. I am a lamb: but if you brave the Moor,
Join with the Goths; and with revengeful war The chafed 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? Aar. 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 employd,
He thinks, with Jove in heaven, or somewhere else, Weke, weke!--50 cries a pig prepared to the spit.
So that perforce you must needs stay a time. Dem. What mean'st thou, Aaron? Wherefore
Tit. He doth me wrong, to feed me with delays. didst thou this?
I'll dive into the burning lake below,
And pull her out of Acheron by the heels.-
Marcus, we are but shrubs, no cedars we;
No big-bon'd men, framed of the Cyclops' size: And now be it known to you my full intent.
But, metal, Marcus, steel to the very back;
Yet wrung? 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: And let the einperor dandle him for his own.
All. Martem, that's for myselt:-Hark ye, lords; ye see, that I have given her phy- To Saturn, Caius, not to Saturnine,
Here, boy, to Pallas:-1ere, to Mercury: sic,
[ Pointing to the Nurse. You were as good to shoot against the wind.And you must needs bestow her funeral; The fields are near, and you are gallant grooms:
To it, boy. Marcus, loose when I bid: This done, 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 left unsolicited. The midwife, and the nurse well made away,
Marc. Kinsmen, shoot all your shafts into the
court; Then let the ladies tattle what they please.
We will alllict the emperor in his pride. Chi. Aaron, I see thou wilt not trust the air
I With secrets.
Tit. Now, masters, draw. (They shoot.] 0, well Dem. For this care of Tamora.
said, Lucics! Herself, and hers, are highly bound to thee.
Good boy, in Virgo's lap; give it Pallas. [Exeunt DEMETRIUS and Chiron, bearing of 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 PubAnd 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 jell hoth the ram's horns in the court; I'll make you feed on berries, and on roots,
And who should find them but the einpress'villain? And teed on curds and whey, and suck the goat,
She laugh'd and told the Moor, he should not And cabin in a cave; and bring you up
choose To be a warrior, and command a camp. (Exit. But give them to his master for a present.
Til. Why, there it goes: God give your lordship SCENE III.-A Public Place.
joy. Enter Titus, hearing Arrows, with Letters at the Enter a Clown, with a Basket and two Pigeons. Ends of them; with him MARCCS, young LUCIUS,
News, news from heaven! Marcus, the post is and other Gentlemen, with Bows. Tit. Come, Marcus, come ;-Kinsman, this is the Sirrah, what tidings? have you any letters? way :
Shall I have justice? what says Jupiter? Sir boy, now let me see your archery;
C!o. Ho! the gibbet-maker? he says, that he Look ye draw home enough, and 'tis there straight: bath taken them down again, for the inan must not Terras Astræa reliquit:
be hanged till the next week. & Ignominy, , Complexion. 1 Contrive, bargain with. • Strained.
Tit. But what says Jupiter, I ask thee?
Enter Clown. Clo. Alas, sir, I know not Jupiter. I never How now, good fellow? would'st thou speak drank with him in all my life.
with us? Tit. 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 emperor. ('lo. 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
(SATURNINUS reals the Letter. of brawl betwixt my uncle and one of the empe
Sat. Go, take him away, and hang him presently. rial's inen.
Clo. How much money must I have ? Marc. Why, sir, that is as fit as can be, to serve
Tam. Come, sirral, 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, guarded. Tit. Tell me, can you deliver an oration to the
Sat. Despiteful and intolerable wrongs! emperor with a grace? C'lo. Nay, truly, sir, I could never say grace in I know from whence this same device proceeds;
Shall I endure this monstrous villany? all my lite
May this be borne ?-as if his traitorous sons, Tit. 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.Sirratı , can you with a grace deliver a supplication?1 Sly, frantic wretch, that holp'si to make me great,
In hope thyselt should govern Rome and me. Clo. Ay, sir. Tit. Then here is a supplication for you. And
Enter Æmilius. when you come to him, at the first approach, you | What news with thee, Æinilius? must kneel; then kiss his foot; then deliver up your Æmil. Arm, arm, my lords; Rome never had pigeons; and then look for your reward. I'll be at
more cause! hand, sir: see you do it bravely.
The Goths have gather'd head; and with a power . Clo. I warrant you, sir; let me alone.
Of high-resolved men, bent to the spoil, Tit. Sirrah, hast thou'a knife ? Come, let me They hither march amain, under conduct
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, Sat. Is warlike Lucius general of the Goths ? Knock at my door; and tell me what he says. These tidings nip me; and I hang the head Clo. God be with you, sir; I will.
As flowers with frost, or grass beat down with Tit. Come, Marcus, let's go :-Publius, follow
'Tis he the common people love so much:
Myself hath often overheard them say,
(When I have walked like a private man,) Enter SATURNINUS, TAMORA, CHIRON, DEMETRIUS, That Lucius' banishment was wrongfully,
Lords, and others; SATURNINUS, with the Arrows And they have wish'd that Lucius were their emin his Hand, that Titus shot.
peror. Sat. 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; Troubled, confronted thus: and, for the extent And will revolt from me, to succor him. Ofegal justice, used in such contempt?
Tam. King, be thy thoughts imperious,7 like thy
Is the sun dimm'd, that gnats do fly in it?
And is not careful what they mean thereby;
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 afllicted in his wreaks,
Even so may'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, This to Apollo; this to the god of war:
Than baits to tish, or honey-stalks to sheep; Swect scrolls to fly about the strects of Rome! When as the one is wounded with the bait, What's this, but libelling against the senale,
The other rotted with delicious feed. And blazoning 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 proinises; that, were his heart Shall be no shelter to these outrages:
Almost impregnable, his old ears deaf, 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. [TO ÆMILIUS. He'll so awake, as she in fury shall
Say, that the emperor requests a parley Cut off the proud'st conspirator that lives.
of warlike Lucius, and appoint the meeting, Tam. My gracious lord, my lovely Saturnine, Even at his father's house, the old Andronicus. Lord of my life, commander of my thoughts,
Sat. Æmilius, do this message honorably: Calm thee, and bear the faults of Titus' age, And if he stand on hostage for his safety, The etfects of sorrow for his valiant sons,
Bid him demand what pledge will please him best. Whose loss hath pierced him deep, and scarr'd his Æmil. Your bidding shall I do effectually. 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 gloze with all : [ Aside. And now, sweet emperor, be blithe again, But, Titus, I have touch'd thee to the quick, And bury all thy fears in my devices. Thy life-blood out: If Aaron now be wise,
Sat. Then go successfully, and plead to him. Then all is safe, the anchor's in the port.
(Exeunt. • Equal.
SCENE I.-Plains near Rome.
And this shall all buried by my death,
Unless thou swear to me, my child shall live.
live. Luc. Approved warriors, and my faithful friends,
Aar. Swear, that he shall, and then I will begin. I have received letters from great Rome,
Luc. Who should I swear by? thou believ'st no Which signify what hate they bear their emperor,
god; And how desirous of our sight they are. Therefore, great lords, be, as your titles witness,
That granted, how canst thou believe an oath ?
Aur. What if I do not? as, indeed, I do not:
Yet,--for I know thou art religious,
And hast a thing within thee, called conscience; Let him inake treble satisfaction. i Guln. Brave slip, sprung from the great An- Which I have seen thee careful to o nerve,
With twenty popish tricks and ceremonies, dronicus, Whose name was once our terror, now our comfort; Therefore I urge thy oath ;--For that, I know,
An idiot holds his bauble for a god, Whose high exploits, and honorable deeds,
And keeps the oath, which by that god he swears;
To that I'll urge him :-Therefore thou shalt vow
By that same god, what god soe'er it be,
That thou ador'st and hast in reverence,-Led by their master to the blower'd fields,
To save my boy, to nourish, and bring him up;
Or else I will discover naught to-thee.
Luc. Even by my god, I swear to thee, I will.
Aar. First, know thou, I begot him on the emBut who comes here, led by a lusty Goth?
press. Enter a Goth, leading A ARON, with his Child in Luc. Ó 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 ravishid her, And as I earnestly did tix mine eye
And cut her hands; and trimm'd her as thou
sa w'st. Upon the wasted building, suddenly I heard a child cry underneath a wall:
Luc. 0, détestable villain! call'st thou that trimI made unto the noise; when soon I heard
ming? The crying babe controlld with this discourse :
Aar. Why, she was wash'd, and cut, and trimm’d;
and 'twas Peuce, tawny slave; half me, and half thy dam! Dis not thy hue bewray whose brat thou art,
Trim sport for them that had the doing of it. Hund nature lent thee but thy mother's look,
Luc. O, barbarous, beastly villains, like thyself! Villain, thu mighist hare been an emperor:
Actr. Indeed, I was their iutor to instruct thein; Bild 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:
That bloody mind, I think, they learn'd of me,
Well, let my deeds be witness of my worth.
I traind thy brethren to that guiletul hole, With this, my weapon drawn, I rush'd upon him,
Where the dead corpse of Bassianus lay: Surpris'd him suduenly; and brought him hither,
I wrote the letter that thy father found,
And hid the gold within the letter mention'd,
Luc. O worthy Goth! this is the incarnate devil Confederate with the queen, and her two sons:
And what not done, that thou hast cause to rue,
Wherein I had no stroke of mischief in it?
I play'd the cheater for thy father's hand;
And when I had it, drew myself apart,
I pry'd me through the crevice of a wall,
When, for his hand, he had his two sons' heads: A halter, soldiers; hang him on this tree,
Beheld his tears, and laugh'd so heartily,. And by his side his fruit of bastardy.
That both mine eyes were rainy like to his; Aur. Touch not the boy, he is of royal blood.
And when I told the empress oi this sport, Luc. Too like the sire for ever being good.
She swounded almost at my pleasing tule, First, hang the child, that he may see it sprawl;
And, for my tidings, gave me twenty kisses. A sight to vex the father's soul withal.
Goth. What! canst thou say all ihis, and never Get me a ladder.
blush! (A ladder brought, which AARON is
Aar. Ay, like a black dog, as the saying is. obliged to ascend.
Luc. Art thou not sorry for thiese heinous
Lucius, save the child; And bear it from me to the emperess.
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, That highly inay advantage thee to hear:
Few come within the compass of my curso,) It thou wilt not, berall 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
Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it;
Accuse some innocent, and forswear myself;
Set deadly enmity between two friends;
Make poor men's cattle break their vecks;
And bid the owners quench them with their tears For I must talk of murders, rapes, and massacres,
Ont have I digg'd up dead men from their graves, Acts of black night, abominable deeds,
And set them upright at their dear friends' doors,
i Even when their sorrows almost were forgot; Complots of mischiet, 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 letters, 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 things, fair woman's eye."
· As willingly as one would kill a tly:
Ti. Ihod Is it pour inci That som sa And all ms st You are deceni See here. in hl And what is
Tam. Titus, Tu. No; not Wantin: a han Thou hast the Tam. li thou
with me Tit. I am not
Tam. Know th
No vast obscurity, Wbere bloody mu Can couch for fear, And in their ears tu Rerenze, which mi
Tit. Ant thou Re 1o be a forment to Tam. I am; then
And then I'll come,
And nothing grieves me heartily indeed,
Trot, like a servile footman, all day long;
Even from Hyperion's rising in the east,
And day by day i'll do this heavy task,
Tam. These are my ministers, and come with me. So 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!
Tam. 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.
O 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 lunacy: The Roman emperor greets you all by me:
Whate'er I forge, to feed his brain-sick fits, And, for he 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 Revenge; Willing you to demand your hostages,
And, being credulous in this mad thought, And they shall be immediately deliver'd.
I'll make bim send for Lucius, his son; 1 Goth. What says our general ?
And, whilst I at a banquet hold him sure, Luc. Æmilius, let the emperor give his pledges I'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.
Sce, here he comes, and I must ply my theme. SCENE II.-Rome. Before Titus's House.
Enter Titus. Enter TAMORA, CHIRON, and DEMETRIUS,
Tit. Long have I been forlorn, and all for thee. disguised.
Welcome, dread fury, to my woeful 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 Noor: 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,
But in her company there is a Moor;
But welcome, as you are. 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 trick, to make me ope the door;
Chi. Show me a villain, that hath done a rape, That so my sad decrees may fly 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 thee You are deceiv'd; for what I mean to do,
wrong, See here, 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.
Good Murder, stab him; he's a murderer.--
Good Rapine, stab him; he's a ravisher.-
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’si ihou 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 for my other hand?
Tám. 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 foes. When he is here, even at thy solemn feast, Come down, and welcome me to this world's light; I will bring in the einpress and her sons, Conter with me of murder and of death:
The emperor himself, 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 angry heart. Where bloody murder, or detested rape,
What says Andronicus to this device? Can couch for fear, but I will find thein out;
Til. Marcus, my brother!-'tis sad Titus calls.
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 of the Goths; Ti. 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 thein, 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 ther proper palfries, black as jet,
[Erit To hale thy vengeful waggon swift away,
Tam. Now will I hence about thy business, And 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 with I will dismount, and by the waggon wheel