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And no one else, but the deliver'd empress. Canst not undo.

Aar. The emperess, the midwife, and yourself: Chi. Thou hast undone our mother.

Two may keep counsel, when the third's

away: Aur. Villain, I have done thy mother.

Go to the empress; tell her, this I said !Dem. And therein, hellish dog, thou hast undone!

(Stabbing her. Woe to her chance, and damn'l her loathed choice! Weke, weke ! - So cries a pig prepared to the spit. Accurs'd the offspring of so foul a fiend !

Dem. What mean'st thou, Aaron? Wherefore Chi. It shall not live.

didst thou this? Aar. It shall not die.

Aar. O lord, sir, 'tis a deed of policy:
Nur. Aaron, it must! the mot] wills it so! Shall she live to betray this guilt of ours?
Aar. What, must it, nurse? then let no man, but I, A long-tongu'd babbling gossip? no, lords, no !
Do execution on my flesh and blood.

And now be it known to you my full intent.
Dem. I'll broach the tadpole on my rapier's point: Not far, one Mulitens lives, my countryman,
Nurse, give it me; my sword shall soon dispatch it! His wife but yesternight was brought to bed ;
Aar. Sooner this sword shall plough thy bowels up! His child is like to her, fair as you are:

[Takes the child from the Nurse, and draws. Go pack with him, and give the mother gold, Stay, murderous villains! will you kill your brother? And tell them both the circumstance of all; Now, by the burning tapers of the sky,

And how by this their child shall be advanc’d,
That shone so brightly when this boy was got, And be received for the emperor's heir,
He dies upon my scymitar's sharp point,

And substituted in the place of mine,
That touches this my first-born son and heir ! To calm this tempest whirling in the court;
I tell you, younglings, not Enceladus,

And let the emperor dandle him for his owa. With ail his threatening band of Typhon's brood, Hark ye, lords ! ye see that I have given her physic

, Nor great Alcides, nor the god of war,

[Pointing to the Nurse Shall seize this prey out of his father's hands. And you must needs bestow her faneral; What, what, ye sanguine shallow-hearted boys! The fields are near, and you are gallant grooms : Ye white-lim'd walls! ye alehouse painted signs! This done, see that you take no longer days

, Coal-black is better, than another hue,

But send the midwife presently to me, In that it scorns to bear another hue :

The midwise, and the nurse, well made away, For all the water in the ocean

Then let the ladies tattle what they please.
Can never turn a swan's black legs to white,

Chi, Aaron, I see, thou wilt not trust the air
Although she lave them hourly in the flood. With secrets.
Tell the empress from me, I am of age

Dem. For this care of Tamora,
To keep mine own; excuse it how she can. Herself, and hers, are highly bound to thee.
Dem. Wilt thou betray thy noble mistress thus? (Exeunt Dem. and Chi. bearing off the Nurse

, Aar. My mistress is my mistress; this, myself; Aar. Now to the Goths, as swift as swallow flies! The vigour, and the picture of my youth; There to dispose this treasure in mine arms, This, before all the world do I prefer;

And secretly to greet the empress' friends. — This, maugre all the world, will I keep safe,

Come on, you thick-lipp'd slave, I'll bear you hence! Or some of you shall smoke for it in Rome.

For it is you that puts us to our shifts : Dem. By this our mother is for ever sham'd. I'll make you feed on berries, and on roots, Chi. Rome will despise her for this foul escape, And feed on curds and whey, and suck the goat, Nur. The emperor, in his rage, will doom her And cabin in a cave; and bring you up death.

To be a warrior, and command a camp. Chi. I blush to think upon this ignominy. Aar. Why, there's the privilege your beauty bears: SCENE III. --'The same. A public place. fy, treacherous hue! that will betray with blushing Enter Tirus, bearing urrows, with letters at the The close enacts and counsels of the heart!

ends of them; with him Marcus, young Lucies, Here's a young lad fram'd of another leer:

and other Gentlemen, with bows. Look, how the black slave smiles upon the father; Tit. Come, Marcus, come! - Kinsmen, this is the As who should say, Old lad, I am thine own.

way! He is your brother, lords! sensibly fed

Sir boy, now let me see your archery; Of that self-blood that first gave life to you; Look ye draw home enough, and 'tis there straight: And, from that womb, where you imprison'd were, Terras Astraea reliquit: He is enfranchised and come to light:

Be you remember'd, Marcus, she's gone, she's fled

! Nay, he's your brother by the surer side, Sirs, take you to your tools! You, cousins, shall Although my seal be stamped in his face.

Go sound the ocean, and cast your nets: Nur. Aaron, what shall I say unto the empress ? Bappily you inay find her in the sea; Dem. Advise thee, Aaron, what is to be done, Yet there's as little justice as at land :And we will all subscribe to thy advice;

No; Publius and Sempronius, you must do it; Save thou the child, so we may all be safe.

'Tis you must dig with mattock, and with spade, Aar. Then sit we down, and let us all consult! And pierce the inmost centre of the earth; My son and I will have the wind of you :

Then, when you come to Pluto's region, Keep there! Now talk at pleasure of your safety! I pray you, deliver him this petition;

[They sit on the ground. Tell him, it is for justice, and for aid; Dem. How many women saw this child of his? And that it comes from old Andronicus, Aar. Why, so, brave lords! When we all join in Shaken with sorrows in ungrateful Rome. league,

Ah, Rome! – Well, well; I made thee miserable, I am a lamb: but if you brave the Moor,

What time I threw the people's suffrages The chafed boar, the mountain lioness,

Oo him that thus doth tyrannize o'er me. The ocean swells not so as Aaron storms.

Go, get you gone! and pray be careful all, But, say again, how many saw the child ?

And leave you not a man of war unsearch'd; Nur. Cornelia the midwife and myself, This wick'd emperor may have shipp'd her hence,



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And, kinsmen, then we may go pipe for justice. Dlar. Why, sir, that is as fit as can be, to serve

Mar. 0, Publius, is not this a heavy case, for your oration; and let him deliver the pigeons
To see thy noble uncle thus distract?

to the emperor from you.
Pub. Therefore, my lord, it highly us concerns, Tit. Tell me, can you deliver an oration to the
By day and night to attend him carefully; emperor with a grace?
And reed his humour kindly as we may,

Clo. Nay, truly, sir, I could never say grace in all
Till time beget some careful remedy,
Mar. Kinsmen, his sorrows are past remedy. Tit. Sirrah, come hither! make no more ado,
Join with the Goths; and with revengeful war But give your pigeons to the emperor :
Take wreak on Rome for this ingratitude,

By me thou shalt have justice at his hands.
And vengeance on the traitor Saturnine.

Hold, hold; - mean while, here's money for thy
Tit. Publius, how now? how now, my masters ?

What, have you met with her ?

Give me a pen and ink!-
Pub. No, my good lord! but Pluto sends you word, Sirrah, can you with a grace deliver a supplication ?

you will have revenge from hell, you shall : Clo. Ay, sir!
Marry, for Justice, she is so employ'd,

Tit. Then here is a supplication for you. And when
He thinks, with Jove in heaven, or somewhere else, you come to him, at the first approach, you must
So that perforce you must needs stay a time. kneel; then kiss his foot; then deliver up your

Tit. He doth me wrong, to feed me with delays. pigeons; and then look for your reward; I'll be at
I'll dive into the burning lake below,

haud, sir; see you do it bravely.
And pull her out of Acheron by the heels. –

Clo. I warrant you, sir; let me alone !
Marcus, we are but shrubs, no cedars we;

Tit. Sirrah, hast thou a knife? Come, let me see it!
No big-bon'd men, fram’d of the Cyclops' size : Here, Marcus, fold it in the oration;
But metal, Marcus, steel to the very back; For thou hast made it like an humble suppliant:-
Yet wrung with wrongs, more than our backs can bear: And when thou hast given it to the emperor,
And, sith there is no justice in earth nor hell, Knock at my door, and tell me what he says.
We will solicit heaven ; and move the gods, Clo. God be with you, sir! I will.
To send down justice for to wreak our wrongs : Tit. Come, Marcus, let's go:-

Publius, follow me!
Come, to this gear! You are an archer, Marcus.

Exeunt. (He give them the arrows. SCENE IV. - The same. Before the palace. Ad Jovem, that's for you! Here, ad Apollinem :- Enter SATURNINUS, TAJORA, CITRON, DEMETRICS, Ad Martem, that's for myself!

Lords, and Others: SATURNINUS with the arrows Here, boy, to Pallas! - Here, to Mercury:

in his hand, thut Titus shot.'
To Saturo, Caius, not to Saturnine, -

Sat. Why, lords, what wrongs are these? Was
You were as good to shoot against the wind. -
To it, boy! Marcus, loose when I bid :

An emperor of Rome thus overborne,
O’ my word, I have written to effect:

Troubled, confronted thus; and, for the extent
There's not a god left unsolicited.

Of legal justice, us'd in such contempt?
Mur. Kinsmen, shoot all your shafts into the court: My lords, you kuow, as do the mightful gods,
We will afflict the emperor jo his pride.

However these disturbers of our peace
Tit. Now, masters, draw! [They shoot.] 0, well Buz in the people's ears, there nought hath pass’d,
said, Lucius!

But even with law, against the wilful sons
Good boy, in Virgo's lap; give it Pallas!

of old Andronicus. And what an if
Mar. My lord, I am a mile beyond the moon) ; His sorrows have so overwhelm'd his wits,
Your letter is with Jupiter by this.

Shall we be thus afflicted in his wreaks,
Tit. Ha! Publius, Pablius, what hast thon done? His fits, his frenzy, and his bitterness ?
See, see, thou hast shot off one of Taurus’ horns. And now he writes to heaven for his redress :
Mar. This was the sport, my lord: when Publius See, here's to Jove, and this to Vercury;

This to Apollo: this to the god of war:
The bull being gall’d gave Aries such a knock, Sweet scrolls to fly about the streets of Rome!
That down fell both the ram's horns in the court; What's this, but libelling against the senate,
And who should find them but the empress’ villain? And blazoning our injustice every where?
She langh’d, and told the Moor, he should not choose A goodly humour, is it not, my lords ?
But give them to his master for a present.

As who should say, in kome no justice were.
Tit. Why, there it goes : God give your lordship joy! But, if I live, his leigned ecstasies
Enter a Clown, with a basket and two pigeons. Shall be no shelter to these outrages:
News, news from heaven ! Marcus, the post is come! But he and his shall know, that justice lives
Sirrah, what tidings? have you any letters ? In Saturninus' health ; whom, if she sleep,
Shall I have justice? what says Jupiter?

He'll so awake, as she in fury shall
Clo. Ho! the gibbet-maker? he says, that he hath Cut off the proud'st conspirator that lives.
taken them down again, for the man must not be Tam. My gracious lord, my lovely Saturnine,
hanged till the next week.

Lord of my life, commander of my thoughts,
Ti. But what says Jupiter, I ask thee?.

Calm thee, and bear the faults of Titus' age,
Clo. Alas, sir, I know not Jupiter; I never drank The effects of sorrow for his valiaut sons,
with him in all my life.

Whose loss hath pierc'd him deep, and scarr’d his
Tit. Why, villain, art thou not the carrier ?

heart; Clo. Ay, of my pigeons, sir; nothing else. And rather comfort his distressed plight, Tit. Why, didst not thou come from heaven? Than prosecute the meanest, or the best, Clo. From heaven? alas, sir, I never came there : For these contempts. - Why, thus it shall become God forbid, I should be so bold to press to heaven High-witted Tamora to glose with all: [ Aside. in my young days. Why, I am going with my pigeons But, Titus, I have touch'd thee to the quick, to the tribunal plebs, to take up a matter of brawl Thy life-blood out: if Aaron now be wise, betwixt my uncle and one of the emperial's men, Then is all safe, the anchor's in the port.

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his arms.

Enter Clown.

Aemil. Your bidding shall I do effectually: How now, good fellow? would'st thou speak with us?

(Exit Aemilius. Clo. Yes, forsooth, au your mistership be emperial. Tum. Now will I to that old Andronicus ; Tam. Empress, I am, but yonder sits the emperor. And temper him, with all the art I have,

I Clo. 'Tis he. — God, and saint Stephen, give you To pluck proud Lucius from the warlike Goths. good den: I have brought you a letter, and a couple And now, sweet emperor, be blithe again, of pigeons here. (Saturninus reads the letter. And bury all thy fear in my devices. Sat. Go, take him away, and hang him presently. Sat.Then go successfully,and plead to him! (Exeunt. Clo. How much money must I have? Tam. Come, sirrah, you must be hang'd! Clo. Hang’d! By'r lady, then I have brought up a

А сту. neck to a fair end.

[Exit, guarded.

SCENE IV. - Plains near Rome. Sat. Despiteful and intolerable wrongs!

Enter Lucius, and Goths, with drum and colours. Shall I endure this monstrous villainy?

Luc. Approved warriors, and my faithful friends, I know from whence this same device proceeds ; I have received letters from great Rome, May this be borne ? — as if his traitorous sons, Which signify, what hate they bear their emperor. That died by law for murder of our brother, And how desirous of our sight they are. Have by my means been butcher'd wrongfully. - Therefore, great lords, be, as your titles witness, Go, drag the villain hither by the hair!

Imperious, and impatient of your wrongs ; Nor age, nor honour, shall shape privilege ! - And, wherein Rome hath done you any scath, For this proud mock, I'll be thy slaughter-man; Let him make treble satisfaction. Sly frantic wretch, that holp’st to make me great, 1 Goth. Brave slip, sprung from the great AndroIn 1ope thyself should govern Rome and me,

nicus, Enter AEMILIUS,

Whose name was once onr terror, now our comfort; What news with thee, Aemilius?

Whose high exploits, and honourable deeds, Aemil. Arm, arm, my lords! Rome never had more Ingrateful Rome requites with foul contempt, cause!

Be bold in us: we'll follow where thou lead'st, The Goths have gather'd head; and with a power

Like stinging bees in hottest summer's day, of high-resolved men, bent to the spoil,

Led by their master to the flower'd fields, – They hither march amain, under conduct

And be aveng'd on cursed Tamora. Of Lucius, sou to old Andronicus;

Goths. And, as he saith, so say we all with him! Who threats, in course of this revenge, to do

Luc. I humbly thank him, and I thank

you As much as ever Coriolanus did.

But who comes here, led by a lasty Goth? Sat. Is warlike Lueillis general of the Goths ? Enter a Goth, leading Aaron, with his child m These tidings nip me; and I hang the head As flowers with frost, or grass beat down with storms.

2 Goth. Renowned Lucins, from our troops I stray'd, Ay, now begin our sorrows to approach :

To gaze upon a ruinous mopastery; 'Tis he the common people love so much;

And as I earnestly did fix mine eye Myself hath often over-heard them say,

Upon the wasted building, suddenly (When I have walked like a private man,)

I heard a child cry onderneath a wall: That Lucius' banishment was wrongfully,

I made unto the noise; when soou I heard And they have wish'd that Lucias were their emperor. The crying babe controll'd with this discourse: Tam. Why should you fear? is not your city strong? Peace, tayny slove; half me, and half thy dam! Sat. Ay, but the citizens favour Lucius;

Did not thy hue bewray whose brat thou art. And will revolt from me, to succour him.

llud nature lent thee but thy mother's look, Tam. King, be thy thoughits imperious, like thy brilain, thou might'st have been an emperor; name!

But where the bull and cow are both milk white, Is the sun dimm'd, that gnats do fly in it? They never do beget a coal-black calf. The eagle suffers little birds to sing,

Peace, villain, peuce! even thus he rates the babe, And is not careful what they mean thereby;

For I must bear thee to a trusty Goth; Knowing that with the shadow of his wings, Who, when he knows thou art the empress' babe, He can at pleasure stint their melody:

Will hold thee dearly for thy mother's sake. Even so may'st thoughe giddy men of Rome. With this, my weapon drawn, I rush'd

upon Then cheer thy spirit: for know, thou emperor,

Surpris'd him suddenly; and brought him hither, I will enchant the old Andronicus,

To use as you think needful of the man. With words more sweet, and yet more dangerous, Luc. O worthy Gotı! this is the incarnate devil, Than baits to fish, or honey-stalks to sheep;

That robb’d Andronicus of his good hand : When as the one is wounded with the bait, This is the pearl that pleas’d your empress' eye; The other rotted with delicious feed.

And here's the base fruit of his burniog lust. Sat. But he will not entreat his son for us.

Say, wall-ey'd slave, whither would'st thou coprey

This growing image of thy fiend-like face? Tam. If Tamora entreat him, then he will:

Why dost not speak? What! deaf? No; not a word? For I can smooth, and fill his aged ear

A halter, soldiers ! hang him on this tree, With golden promises ; that were his heart

And by his side his fruit of bastardy! Almost impregnable, his old ears deaf,

4ar. Touch not the boy, he is of royal blood! Yet should both ear and heart obey my tongue. Luc. Too like the sire for ever being good. Go thou before, be our ambassador ! [To Aemilius. First hang the child, that he may see it sprawl; Say, that the emperor requests a parley

A sight to ves the father's soul withal. of warlike Lucius, and appoint the meeting, Get me a ladder! Even at his father's house, the old Andronicus.

(4 ladder brought, which adron is obliged Sat. Aemilius, do this message honourably:

to ascend! And if he stand on hostage for his safety,

Aur. Lucius, save the child :
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If thou do this, I'll show thee wondrous things, Aar. Ay, that I had not done a thousand more.
That highly may advantage thee to hear:

Eveil nome curse the day, (and yet, I think,
If thou wilt not, befall what may befall,

l'ew come within the compass of my curse,)
I'll speak no more; but vengeance rot you all! Wherein I did not some notorious ill:
Luc. Say on; and, if it please me which thou As kill a man, or else devise his death;

Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it:
Thy child shall live, and I will see it nourish'd. Accuse some innocent, and forswear myself;
Aur. An if it please thee ? why,'assure thee, Lucius, Set deadly enmity between two friends ;
'Twill vex thy soul to hear what I shall speak; Make poor men's cattle break their necks :
For I must talk of murders, rapes, and massacres, Set fire on barns and hay-stacks in the night,
Acts oft black night, abominable deeds,

And bid the owners quench them with their tears.
Complots of mischief, treason; villainies

Oft have I digg'd up dead men from their graves, Ruthful to hear, yet piteously perform’d:

And set them upright at their dear friends' doors. And this shall all be buried by my death,

Even when their sorrows almost were forgot;
Unless thou swear to me, my child shall live. And on their skills, as on the bark of trees,
Luc. Tell on thy mind; I say, thy child shall live! Have with my knise carved in Roman letters,
Aar. Swear, that he shall, and then I will begin! Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead.
Luc. Who should I swear by ? thou believ'st no god; Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful things,
That granted, how canst thou believe an oath ? As willingly as one would kill a íly;

Aar. What if I do not? as, indeed, I do not: And nothing grieves me heartily indeed,
Yet,- for I know thou art religious,

But that I cannot do ten thousand more.
And hast a thing within thee, called conscience; Luc. Bring down the devil; for he must not die
With twenty popish tricks and ceremonies, So sweet a death as hanging presently.
Which I have seen thee careful to observe,

Aar. If there be devils, 'would I were a devil,
Therefore I urge thy oath: for that, I know, To live and burn in everlasting fire;
An idiot holds his bauble for a god,

So I might have your company in hell,
And keeps the oath, which by that god he swears; But to torment you with my bitter tongue!
To that I'll urge him :-- therefore, thou shalt vow Luc. Sirs, stop his mouth, and let him speak no more!
By that same god, what god soe'er it be,

Enter a Goth.
That thou ador'st and hast in reverence,

Goth. My lord, there is a messenger from Rome,
To save my boy, to nourish, and bring him up, Desires to be admitted to your presence.
Or else I will discover nought to thee.

Luc. Let him come near. -
Luc. Even by my god, I swear to thee, I will !

Aar. First, know thou, I begot him on the empress. Welcome, Aemilius, what's the news from Rome?
Luc. O most insatiate, luxurious woman!

Aemil. Lord Lucius, and you princes of the Goths,
Aar. Tut, Lucius! this was but a deed of charity, The Roman emperor greets you all by me:
To that which thou shalt hear of me auon.

And, for he understands you are in arms,
'Twas her two sons that murder'd Bassianus: He craves a parley at your father's house,
They cut thy sister's tongue and ravish'd her, Willing you to demand your hostages,
Aud cut her hands; and trimm’d her as thou saw'st. And they shall be immediately deliver’d.
Luc. O, détestable villain! call'st thou that trim- 1 Goth. What says our general ?

Luc. Aemilius, let the emperor give his pledges
Aar. Why, she was wash’d, and cut, and trimm'd; Unto my father and my uncle Marcus,
and 'twas

And we will come. March away!

Trim sport for them that had the doing of it.
Luc. O barbarous, beastly villains, like thyself! SCENE II. Rome. Before Titus's house.
Aar. Indeed, I was their tutor to instruct them; Enter Tamora, Chiron, and Demetrius, disguised.
That codding spirit had they from their mother, Tum. Thus, in this strange and sad habiliment,
As sure a card, as ever won the set;

[ will encounter with Andronicus;
That bloody mind, I think, they learn’d of me, And say, I am Revenge, sent from below,
As true a dog, as ever fought at head. —

To join with him, and right his heinous wrongs.
Well, let my deeds be witness of my worth ! Knock at his study, where, they say, he keeps,
I train’d thy brethren to that guileful hole, To ruminate strange plots of dire revenge;
Where the dead corpse of Bassianus lay:

Tell him, Revenge is come to join with him,
I wrote the letter that thy father found,

And work confusion on his enemies. [They knock.
And hid the gold within the letter mention’d,

Enter Titus abore.
Confederate with the queen, and her two sons ;

Who doth molest my contemplation ?
And what not done, that thou hast cause to rue, Is it your trick, to make me ope the door;
Wherein I had no stroke of mischief in it? That so my sad decrees may fly away,
I play'd the cheater for thy father's hand;

And all my study be to no ellect?
And when I had it, drew myself apart,

You are deceiv'd: for what I mean to do,
And almost broke my heart with extreme laughter. See here, in bloody lines I have set down;
I pry'd me through the crevice of a wall,

And what is written shall be executed.
When, for his hand, he had his two sons' heads; Tam. Titus, I am come to talk with thee.
Beheld his tears, and laugh'd so heartily,

Tit. No, not a word! How can I grace my talk,
That both mine eyes were rainy like to his; Wanting a hand to give it action ?
And when I told the empress of this sport, Thou hast the odds of me, therefore no more!
She swounded almost at my pleasing tale,

Tam. If thou did'st know me, thou would'st talk
And, for my tidings, gave me twenty kisses.

with me. Goth. What! canst thou say all this, and never Tit. I am not mad; I know thee well enough: blush?

Witness this wretched stump, these crimson lines; Aar. Ay, like a black dog, as the saying is. Witness these trenches, made by grief and care; Luc. Art thou not sorry for these heinous deeds? Witness the tiring day, and heavy night;

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Witness all sorrow, that I know thee well

Chi. Show me a villain, that hath done a rape, For our proud empress, mighty Tamora!

And I am sent to be reveng'd on him. Is not thy coming for my other hand ?

Tam. Show me a thousand, that have done thee Tam. Know thou, sad man, I am not Tamora;

wrong, She is thy enemy, and I thy friend :

And I will be revenged on them all. I am Revenge; sent from the infernal kingdom, Tit. Look round about the wicked streets of Rome; To ease the gnawing vulture of thy mind,

And when thou find'st a man that's like thyself, By working wreakful vengeance on thy foes. Good Murder, stab him; he's a murderer! Come down, and welcome me to this world's light; Go thou with him; and when it is thy hap, Confer with me of murder and of death:

To find another that is like to thee, There's not a hollow cave, nor lurking-place, Good Rapine, stab him; he is a ravisher! – No vast obscurity, or misty vale,

Go thou with them; and in the emperor's court Where bloody murder, or detested rape,

There is a queen, attended by a Moor; Can couch for fear, but I will find them out; Well may'st thou know her by thy own proportion, And in their ears tell them my dreadful name, For up and down she doth resemble thee; Revenge, which makes the foul offender quake. I pray thee, do on them some violent death, Tit. Art thou Revenge? and art thou sent to me, They have been violent to me and mine. To be a torment to mine enemies?

Tam. Well hast thou lesson'd us; this shall we do. Tam. I am; therefore come down, and welcome me! But would it please thee, good Andronicus, Tit. Do me some service, ere I come to thee. To send for Lucius, thy thrice valiant son, Lo, by thy side where Rape, and Murder, stands; Who leads towards Rome a band of warlike Goths, Now give some 'surance that thou art Revenge, And bid him come and banquet at thy house: Stab them, or tear them on thy chariot wheels; When he is here, even at thy solemn feast, And then I'll come, and be thy waggoner,

I will bring in the empress and her sons, And whirl along with thee about the globes. The emperor himself, and all thy foes; Provide thee proper palfries, black as jet,

And at thy mercy shall they stoop and kneel, To hale thy vengeful waggon swift away,

And on them shalt thou ease thy angry heart. And find out murderers in their guilty caves : What says Andronicus to this device? And, when thy car is loaden with their heads, Tit. Marcus, my brother!— 'tis sad Titus calls. I will dismount, and by the waggon wheel

Enter MARCUS. Trot, like a servile footman, all day long,

Go, gentle Marcus, to thy nephew Lucius; Even from Hyperion's rising in the east,

Thou shalt enquire him out among the Goths: Until his very downfal in the sea.

Bid him repair to me, and bring with him And day by day I'll do this heavy task,

Some of the chiefest princes of the Goths; So thou destroy Rapine and Murder there.

Bid him encamp his soldiers where they are: Tum. These are my ministers, and come with me. Tell him, the emperor and the empress too Tit. Are they thy ministers ? what are they call?d? Feast at my house: and he shall feast with them. Tam. Rapine, and Murder; therefore called so, This do thou for my love: and so let him, 'Cause they take vengeance of such kind of men. As he regards his aged father's life. Tit. Good Lord, how like the empress' sons they Mar. This will I do, and soon return again! are!

[Eri. And empress! But we worldly men

Tam. Now will I hence about thy business, Have miserable, mad, mistaking eyes.

And take my ministers along with me. O sweet Revenge, now do I come to thee:

Tit. Nay, nay, let Rape and Murder stay with me; And, if one arm's embracement will content thee, Or else I'll call{my brother back again, I will embrace thee in it by and by.

And cleave to no revenge but Lucius. (Exit Titus, from above. Tam. ( To her Sons. ] 'What say you, boys ? vill Tam. This closing with him fits his lunacy:

you abide with him, Whate'er I forge, to feed his brain-sick fits, Whiles I go tell my lord the emperor, Do you uphold and maintain in your speeches. How I have govern'd our determiu'd jest? For now he firmly takes me for Revenge; Yield to his humour, smooth and speak him fair, And, being credulous in this mad thought, I'll make him send for Lucius, his son;

And tarry with him, till I come again. And, whilst I at a banquet hold him sure,

Tit. I know them all, though they suppose me mad; I'll find some cunning practice ont of hand, And will o'er-reach them in their own devices; To scatter and disperse the giddy Goths,

A pair of carsed hell-hounds, and their dam. Or, at the least, make them his enemies. See, here he comes, and I must ply my theme! Dem. Madam, depart at pleasure, leave us here! Enter Titus.

Tam. Farewell, Andronicus! Revenge now goes Tit. Long have I been forlorn, and all for thee:

To lay a complot to betray thy foes! (Exit Tumori

. Welcome, dread fury, to my woful house! Tit. I know, thou dost; and, sweet Revenge, fareRapine, and Murder, you are welcome too!

well! 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.Could not all hell afford you such a devil ?

Publius, come hither, Caius, and Valentine! For, well I wot, the empress never wags,

Enter Publius, and Others. But in her company there is a Moor;

Pub. What's

And, would you represent our queen aright, Tit. Know you these two?
It were convenient you had such a devil:

Pub. The empress' sons,
But welcome, as you are. What shall we do? I take them, Chiron and Demetrius.
Tam. What would'st thou have us do, Andro-

Tit. Fye, Publius, fye! thou art too much denicus?

ceiv'd; Dem. Show me a murderer, I'll deal with him.

The one is Murder, Rape is the other's naine,

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