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Now let me shew a brother's love to thee.
Tit. Agree between you, I will spare my hand.
[Exeunt Lucius and Marcus. Tit. Come hither, Aaron, I'll deceive them both, Lend me thy hand, and I will give thee mine.
Aar. If that be call’d deceit, I will be honest, And never, whilft I live, deceive men fo. But I'll deceive you in another fort, And that, you'll say, ere half an hour pass. [Afide.
[He cuts off Titus's Hand.
yet dear too, because I bought mine own.
Andronicus; and for thy hand Look by and by to have thy fons with thee : 'Their heads, I mean. Oh, how this villany [Afide. Doth fat me with the very thought of it! Let fools do good, and fair men call for grace, Aaron will have his soul black like his face. [Exit.
Tit. O hear! I lift this one hand up to heav'n; And bow this feeble ruin to the earth ; If any Power pities wretched tears, To that I call : What, wilt thou kneel with me? Do then, dear heart, for heav'n fhall hear our prayers, Or with our fighs we'll breathe the welkin dim, And stain the fun with fogs, as sometime clouds, When they do hug him in their melting bosoms.
Mar. Oh! brother, speak with possibilities, And do not break into these deep extremes.
Tit. Is not my forrow deep, having no bottom ? Then be my passions bottomless with them.
Mar. But yet let reason govern thy Lament.
Tit. If there were reason for these miseries,
Mar. Now let hot Ætna cool in Sicily,
Luc. Ah, that this fight thould make so deep a wound,
Mar. Alas, poor heart, that kiss is comfortless, As frozen water to a starved snake.
Tit. When will this fearful slumber have an end ? Mar. Now, farewel, flattery ! die, Andronicus ; Thou doft not slumber ; see, thy two sons' heads,
Thy warlike hand, thy mangled daughter here;
Tit. Ha, ha, ha!
Tit. Why, I have not another tear to shed ;
(11) Ah, now no more will I controul my Griefs ; ] I read,thy Griefs. Marcus had before perswaded Titus to be temperate and reftrain the Excess of his Sorrows: but now, says be, that so miserable an Object is presented to your Sight as a . dear Daughter so heinously abusod, e'en indulge your Sorrows till they put an end to your miserable Life.
Manant Lucius. Luc. Farewel, Andronicus, my noble father, The woful'ft man that ever liv'd in Rome; Farewel, proud Rome; 'till Lucius come again, He leaves his pledges dearer than his life; Farewel, Lavinia, my noble fifter, O, 'would thou wert as thou tofore haft been ! But now nor Lucius nor Lavinia lives, But in oblivion and hateful griefs ; If Lucius live, he will requite your wrongs, And make proud Saturninus and his Empress Beg at the gates, like Tarquin and his Queen. Now will I to the Goths, and raise a Power, To be reveng'd on Rome and Saturnine. (Exit Lucius.
SCE N E, an Apartment in Titus's House.
Enter Titus, Marcus, Lavinia, and young Lucius,
a Boy. Tit. (), fo, now fit; and look, you eat no more
Than will preserve just so much strength in us, As will revenge these bitter woes of ours. Marcus, unknit that sorrow-wreathen knot; Thy niece and I, poor creatures, want our hands, And cannot passionate our ten-fold grief With folded arms. This poor right hand of mine Is left to tyrannize upon my breast; And when my heart, all mad wich misery, Beats in this hollow prison of my feth, Then thus I thump it down. Thou map of woe, that thus dost talk in figns ! When thy poor heart beats with outragious beating, Thou canst not strike it thus to make it still; Wound it with fighing, girl, kill it with groans ; Or get some little knife between thy teeth, And just against thy heart make thou a hole,
That all the tears, that thy poor eyes let fall,
Mar. Fie, brother, fie, teach her not thus to lay
Tit. How now! has sorrow made thee doat already?
Mar. Alas, the tender boy, in passion mov'd, Doth weep to see his grandfire's heaviness.
Tit. Peace, tender sapling; thou art made of tears, And tears will quickly melt thy life away.
[Marcus strikes the dish with a knife. What dost thou strike at, Marcus, with thy knife ?
Mar. At That that I have kill'd, my lord, a fly.
Tit. Out on thee, murderer; thou kill'st my heart ; Mine eyes are cloy'd with view of tyranny: