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To that I call. – What, wilt thou kneel with me? And swear unto my soul to right your wrongs.
[To Lavinia. The vow is made! - Come, brother, take a head!
Thou art an exile, and thon must not stay:
[Exeunt Titus, Marcus and Lavinia.
The woeful'st man that ever liv'd in Rome!
0, 'would thou wert as thou 'tofore hast beep!
But in oblivion, and hateful griefs.
Beg at the gates, like Tarquin and his queen.
To be reveng'd on Rome and Saturnine!
Tit. So, so! now sit! and look, you eat no more
Marcus, unknit that sorrow-wreathen knot;
And cannot passionate our ten-fold grief
With folded arms. This poor right hand of mine
Beats in this hollow prison of my flesh,
Thou map of woe, that thus dost talk in signs!
[To Lavinia. That ever death should let life bear his name, When thy poor heart beats with outrageous beating, Where life hath no more interest but to breathe! Thou canst not strike it thus to make it still.
(Lavinia kisses him. Wound it with sighing, girl, kill it with groans;
And just against thy heart make thou a hole;
Why, Marcus, no man shonld be mad but I.
Ah, wherefore dost thou urge thename of hands; –
Lest we remember still, that we have none. -
TC Marcus did not name the word of hands!
Come, let's fall to! and, gentle girl, eat this !
Brew'd with her sorrows, mesh'd upon her cheeks ;-
Speechless complainer, I will learn thy thought;
As begging hermits in their holy prayers:
Thou shalt not sigh, nor hold thy stumps to heaven,
Nor wink, nor nod, nor kneel, nor make a sigo,
But I, of these, will wrest an alphabet,
Although, my lord, I know my noble aunt
Boy.Good grandsire, leave these bitter deep laments: And would not, but in fury, fright my youth:
Mar. as the tender boy, in passion mov'd, Causeless, perhaps. But pardon me, sweet agut!
Tit. Peace, tender sapling! thou art made of tears, I will most willingly attend yoar ladyship.
Mar. Lucius, I will.
(Lavinia turns over the books which LuWhat dost thou strike at, Marcus, with thy knife?
cius has let fall.
But thou art deeper read, and better skill'd;
And so beguile thy sorrow, till the heavens
Coufederate in the fact; — ay, more there was ;-
Or else to heaven she heaves them for revenge, That with his pretty buzzing melody,
Tit. Lucius, what book is that she tosseth so Came here to make us merry: and thou hast kill'd Bor. Grandsire, 'tis Ovid's Metamorphosis; him.
My mother gave't me.
Tit. Sost! see, how busily she turns the leaves!
Help her! For thou hast done a charitable deed.
What would she find? - Lavinia, shall I read? Give me thy knife, I will insult on him;
This is the tragic tale of Philomel, Flattering myself, as if it were the Moor,
And treats of Tereus' treason, and his rape; Come hither purposely to poison me.
And rape, I fear, was root of thine annoy. There's for thyself, and that's for Tamora.- Mar. See, brother, see! note, how she quotes the Ah, sirrah!
leaves. Yet I do think we are not brought so low,
Tit. Lavinia, wert thou thus surprised, But that, between us, we can kill a fly,
Ravish'd, and wrong'd, as Philomela was,
Mar. Alas, poor man! grief has so wrought on him, See, see! -
Pattern’d by that the poet here describes,
By nature made for murders and for rapes. Come, boy, and go with me! thy sight is young, Mar, 0, why should nature build so foul a det, And thou shalt read, when mine begins to dazzle. Unless the gods delight in tragedies !
[Exeunt. Tit. Give sigos, sweet girl, for here are done bat
What Roman lord it was durst do the deed :
Or slunk not Saturnine, as Tarquin erst,
mc! Boy, Help, grandsire, help! my aunt Lavinia
Apollo, Pallas, Jove, or Mercury, Follows me every where, I know not why!
Suspire me, that I may this treason find! --Good uncle Marcus, see how swift she comes !
My lord, look here! - look here, Lavinia! Alas, sweet aunt, I know not what you mean. This sandy plot is plain; guide, it thou canst, Mar. Stand by me, Lucius! do not fear thiue aunt. This after me, when I have writ my name Tit. She loves thee, boy, too well to do thee harm. Without the help of any hand at all
, Boy. Ay, when my father was in Rome, she did.
[He writes his name with his staff
, and Mar. What means my niece Lavinia by these signs? Tit. Fear her not, Lucius! - Somewhat doth she Curs'd be that heart, that forc'd'us to this shili..
guides it with his feet and mouth.
Write thou, good niece; and here display, at last See, Lucius, see, how much she makes of thee: What God will have discover'd for revenge: Somewhither would she have thee go with her. Heaven guide thy pen to print thy Ah, boy, Cornelia never with more care
That we may know the traitors, and the truth! Read to her sons, than she hath read to thee,
[She takes the staff in her mouth, ard Sweet poetry, and Tully's Orator,
guides it with her stumps, and writes. Canst thou not goess wherefore she plies thee thus?
Tit. 0, do you read, my lord, what she hath writ? Boy. My lord, I know not, I, nor can I guess, Stuprum--Chiron- Demetrius. Unless some fit or frenzy do possess her:
Mar. What, what! – the lustful sons of Tamora For I have heard my grandsire say full oft, Performers of this heinous, bloody deed? Extremity of griefs would make men mad;
Tit. Magne Doinina'or poli, Aud I have read, that Hecuba of Troy
Tam lentis audis sceleru tam lentus rides? Ran, mad through sorrow: that made me to fear; Mur. O, calm thee, gentle lord! although I know,
There is enough written upon this earth,
And so I leave you both, [ Aside.) like bloody villains. To stir a mutiny in the mildest thoughts,
[Exeunt Boy and Attendunt. And arm the minds of infants to exclaims.
Dem. What's here? a scroll; and written round My lord, kneel down with me! Laviuiạ; kneel!
about? And kneel, sweet boy, the Roman flector's hope! Let's see! And swear with me, – as with the woful feere,
Integer vitae, scelerisque purus,
Non eget Mauri jaculis, nec arcu.
I read it in the grammar long ago.
That wound, beyond their feeling, to
But were our witty empress well a-foot,
But let her rest in her unrest a while.--
Boy. I say, my lord, that if I were a man, Captires, to be advanced to this height?
Basely insinuate, and send is gifts.
Aar. Had he not reason, lord Demetrius?
Dem. I would, we had a thousand Roman dames
At such a bay, by turn to serve our lust.
Chi. A charitable wish, and full of love.
Aar. Pray to the devils; the gods have given us
[.4 side. Flourisha
Chi. Belike, for joy the emperor hath a son.
Dem. Soft! who comes here?
Enter a Nurse, with a black-a-moor child in her
Nur. Good-morrow, lords !
Aar. Well, more, or less, or ne'er a whit at all,
What dost thou wrap and fumble in thine arms? Chi. Demetrius, here's the son of Lucins;
Nur. O, that which I would hide from heaven's De buth some message to deliver to 118.
She is deliver'd, lords, she is deliver'd!
may, Aar. To whom?
mean, sire's brought to bed.
[.1 side. Give her good rest! What hath le sent her?
Here is the babe, as loathsome as a tead
The empress sends it thee, thy stamp, thy scal,
And bids three christen it with thy dagger's point. The hope of Rome; for so he bade me say, Aar. Out, out, you whore! is black so base a And so I do, and with his gists present
hue? Your lordships, that, whenever you have need, Sweet blowse, you are a beauteous blossom, sure! You may be armed and appointed welk:
Dem. Villain, what hast thou done?
dar, Done! that which thon
And no one else, but the deliver'd empress.
Aar. The emperess, the midwife, and yourself:
Two may keep counsel, when the third's away:
Go to the empress; tell her, this I said ! -
Dem. What mean'st thou, Aaron? Wherefore
didst thou this?
Aar. O lord, sir, 'tis a deed of policy:
And now be it known to you my full intent.
[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,
And substituted in the place of mine,
And let the emperor dandle him for his owa.
, Nor great Alcides, nor the god of war,
[Pointing to the Nurse.
But send the midwife presently to me.
The midwile, and the nurse, well made away,
Then let the ladies tattle what they please.
Dem. For this care of Tamora,
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 heace! Or some of you shall smoke for it in Rome.
For it is you that puts us to our shifts:
I'll make you feed on berries, and on roots,
To be a warrior, and command a camp.
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 buy, 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
: Aud, 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 sled! Nav, he's your brother by the surer side,
Sirs, take you to your tools! You, cousins, shall
Go sound the ocean, and cast your bets :
Bappily you may find her in the sea;
No; Publius and Sempronius, you must do it; Save thou the child, so we may all be safe.
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,
pray you, deliver him this petition;
Ah, Rome ! - Well, well; I made thee miserable, I am a lamb: but if yon brave the Moor,
What time I threw the people's suffrages The chafed boar, the mountain lioness,
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 ansearch'd;
And, kinsmen, then we may go pipe for justice. Mar. 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 the emperor from you.
Clo. Nay, truly, sir, I could never say grace in all
Mar. Kinsmen, his sorrows are past remedy. Tit. Sirrah, come hither! make no more ado,
By me thou shalt have justice at his hands.
Hold , hold; mean while, here's money for thy
Give me a pen and ink!-
Tit. Then here is a supplication for yon. And when
Tit. He doth me wrong, to feed me with delays. pigeons; and then look for your reward; I'll be at
hand, sir; see you do it bravely.
Tit. Sirrah, hast thou a knife? Come, let me see it!
Publius, follow me!
Exeunt. (He give them the arrows. SCENE IV.- The same. Before the palace. Ad Jovem, that's for you ! - Here, ad Apollinem :- Enter SATURNINUS, TAMORA, CITRON, DEMETRIUS, Ad Martem, that's for myself!
Lords, and Others: SATURNINUS with the arrows Here, boy, to Pallas ! -- Here, to Mercury:
in his hand, thut Tutu's shot.*
Sat. Why, lords, what wrongs are these? Was
An emperor of Rome thus overborne,
Troubled, confronted thus; and, for the extent
Of legal justice, us’d in such contempt?
However these disturbers of our peace
But even with law, against the wilful sons
of old Andronicus. And what an if
Shall we be thus afflicted in his wreaks,
This to Apollo: this to the god of war:
As who should say, in Rome no justice were.
He'll so awake, as she in fury shall
Lord of my life, commander of my thoughts,
Calm thee, and bear the faults of Titus' age,
Whose loss hath pierc'd him deep, and scarr'd his
Clo. From heaven? alas, sir, I never came there: For these contempts. - Why, thus it shall become