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A deed of death done on the innocent
Mar. Alas, my lord, I have but kill'd a fly.
Mar. Pardon me, Sir, it was a black ill-favour'd fly, Like to the Empress’ Moor; therefore I kill'd him.
Tit. O, O, O,
Mar. Alas, poor man, grief has so wrought on him,
(12) And buz lamenting Doings in the Air.] Lamenting Doings is a very idle Expression, and conveys no idea. The Alteration, which I have made, tho' it is but the Addition of a single Letter, is a great Increase to the Sense: and tho', indeed, there is somewhat of a Tautology in the Epithet and Substantive annext to it, yet that's no new Thing with our Author,
SCENE, Titus's House.Enter young Lucius, and Lavinia running after him;
and the boy flies from her, with his books under his
Good uncle Marcus, fee, how fwift The comes :
Mar. Stand by me, Lucius, do not fear thy Aunt.
Tit. Fear thou not, Lucius, somewhat doth the mean ;
Boy. My lord, I know not, I, nor can I guess,
And, Madam, if my uncle Marcus go,
Mar. Lucius, I will.
Tit. How now, Lavinia? Marcus, what means this? Some book there is that the desires to see. Which is it, girl, of these? open them, boy. But thou art deeper read, and better skilld: Come and make choice of all my library, And so beguile thy sorrow, 'till the heav'ns Reveal the damn'd contriver of this deed : Why lifts she up her arms in sequence thus ? Mar. I think, the means, that there was more than
onc Confederate in the fact. Ay, more there was: Or else to heav'n fhe heaves thein for revenge. · Tit. Lucius, what book is that she toffes To ?
Boy. Grandfire, 'cis Ovid's Metamorphoses ; My mother gave it me.
Mar. For love of her that's gone, Perhaps, she cull'd it from among the reft.
Tit. Soft! see, how busily the turns the leaves ! Help her: what would she find? Lizvinia, shall I read: This is the tragick Tale of Philomel, And treats of Tereus' treaion and his rape ; And rape,
I fear, was root of thine annoy.
Mar. O, why should Nature build so foul a den,
friends, What Roman lord it was durft do the deed;
Or flunk not Saturnine, as Tarquin erst,
Mar. Sit down, sweet niece; brother, fit down by
Apollo, Pallas, Jove, or Mercury,
[He writes his name with his staff, and guides it
with his feet and mouth.
[She takes the fiaf in her mouth, and guides it
with her stumps, and writes. Tit. Oh, do you read, my lord, what she hath writ? Stuprum, Chiron, Demetrius.
Mar. What, what!- the luftful fons of Tamora
Tit. Magne Dominator Poli,
Mar. Oh, calm thee, gentle lord; although, I know,
Mortal (13) That we will prosecute (by good Advice)
Mortal Revenge upon these traiterons Goths ;
And see their Blood, or die with this Reproach.) But if they endeavour'd to throw off the Reproach, tho' they fell in the
Mortal revenge upon these traiterous Gothes ;
Tit. 'Tis fure enough, if you knew how.
Boy. I say, my lord, that if I were a man,
Mar. Ay, that's my boy! thy father hath full oft For this ungrateful Country done the like.
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 Empress’ sons Presents, that I intend to send them both. Come, come, thou'lt do my message, wilt thou not ?.
Boy. Ay, with my dagger in their bosom, grandfire.
Tit. No, boy, not so; I'll teach thee another course. Lavinia, come ; Marcus, look to my House: Lucius and I'll go brave it at the Court, Attempt, they could not be properly said to dye with that Reproach. Marcus must certainly mean, that they would have Revenge on their Enemies, and spill their Blood, rather than they would tamely lit down, and dye, under such Injuries. For this Reason I have corrected the Text,
ere die with this Reproach : I am not to learn, that or formerly was equivalent to ere. Or, before, ere : Gloff. 10 Urrey's Chaucer.
Or, for ere: quod etiamnum in agro Lincolnienli frequentissimè usurpatur. Skinner in his Glossary of Uncommon Words.
„But this Usage was too obsolere for our Shakespeare's Time.