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Aar. First, know thou, I begot him on the Empress.
Luc. O most insatiate, luxurious, woman!

Aar. Tut, Lucius, this was but a deed of charity,
To That which thou shalt hear of me anon.
'Twas her two sons, that murder'd Basianus ;
They cut thy sister's tongue, and raviñ'd her,
And cut her hands, and trim'd her as thou saw'ft.

Luc. Oh, detestable villain ! call’At thou That trim



Aar. Why, she was washed, and cut, and trim'd; And 'twas trim sport for them that had the doing of 't.

Luc. Oh, barb'rous beastly villains like thy self!

Aar. Indeed, I was their tutor to instruct them :
That codding spirit had they from their mother,
As fure a card as ever won the fet;
That bloody mind, I think, they learn'd of me,
As true a dog as ever fought at head ;
Well ; let my deeds be witness of my worth.
I train'd thy brethren to that guileful hole,
Where the dead corps of Basianus lay :
I wrote the letter that thy father found,
And hid the gold within the letter mention'd;
Confed'rate with the Queen, and her two sons.
And what not done, that thou haft cause to rue,
Wherein I had no ftroke of mischief in't !
I plaid the cheater for thy father's hand,
And when I had it, drew my self apart,
And almost broke my heart with extream laughter.
I pry'd me through the crevice of a wall,
When for his hand he had his two fons' heads;
Beheld his tears, and laugh'd so heartily,
That both mine eyes were rainy like to his :
And when I told the Empress of this sport,
She fwooned almost at my pleasing Tale,
And for my tidings gave me twenty kisses.

Goth. What! can'it thou say all this, and never blush!
Aar. Ay, like a black dog, as the Saying is.
Lur. Art thou not forry for these heinous deeds ?

Aar. Ay, that I had not done a thousand more.
Ev'n now I curse the day (and yet, I think,


Few come within the compass of my curse) -
Wherein I did not some notorious III,
As kill a man, or elfe devise his death ;
Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it;
Accuse some innocent, and forswear my self ;
Set deadly enmity between two friends ;

Men's cattle break their necks ;
Set fire on barns and hay-ftacks in the night,
And bid the owners quench them with their tears :
Oft have I digg'd up dead men from their graves,
And set them upright at their dear friends' doors,
Ev’n when their forrow almoft was forgot ;
And on their skins, as on the bark of trees,
Have with my knife carved in Roman letters,
“ Let not your forrow die, though I am dead.
Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful things,
As willingly as one would kill a fly :
And nothing grieves me heartily indeed,
But that I cannot do ten thousand more.

Luc. Bring down the devil, for he must not die
So sweet a death, as hanging prefently.

Aar. If there be devils, 'would I were a devil,
To live and burn in ever-lasting fire,
So I might have your company in hell,
But to torment you


tongue ! Luc. Sirs, stop his mouth, and let him speak no more.

Enter Æmilius.
Goth. My lord, there is a messenger from Rome
Desires to be admitted to your presence.

Luc. Let him come near. -
Welcome, Æmilius, what's the news from Rome ?

Æmil. Lord Lucius, and you Princes of the Goths,
The Roman Emperor greets you all by me;
And, for he understands you are in arms,
He craves a parley at your father's house,
Willing you to demand your hostages,
And they shall be immediately deliver'd.

Goth. What says our General ?
Luc. Æmilius, let the Emperor give his pledges


Unto my

father and uncle Marcus, And we will come: march away.



SCENE changes to Titus's Palace in Rome.


Enter Tamora, Chiron and Demetrius, disguis'd. Tam. T HUS, in these ftrange and fad habiliments,

I will encounter with Andronicus:
And say, I am Revenge sent from below,
To join with him, and right his heinous wrongs :
Knock at the Study, where, they say, he keeps,
To ruminate strange plots of dire revenge ;
Tell him, Revenge is come to join with him,
And work confusion on his enemies.

[They knock, and Titus appears above.
Tit. Who doth moleft my contemplation?
Is it your trick to make me ope the door,
That so my sad decrees may fly away,
And all my study be to no effect ?
You are deceiv’d; for what I mean to do,
See, here in bloody lines I have set down;
And what is written, shall be executed.

Tam. Titus, I am come to talk with thee.

Tit. No, not a word : how can I grace my Talk,
Wanting a hand to give it that accord ?
Thou hast the odds of me, therefore no more.
Tam. If thou did'ft know me, thou wouldīt talk

with me.
Tit. I am not mad; I know thee well enough ;
Witness this wretched stump, these crimson lines,
Witness these trenches, made by grief and care,
Witness the tiring day and heavy night;
Witness all forrow, that I know thee well
For our proud Empress, mighty Tamora :
Is not thy Coming for my other hand ?

Tam. Know thou, fad man, I am not Tamora ;
She is thy enemy, and I thy friend ;
I am Revenge, sent from th' infernal Kingdom,
To ease the gnawing Vulture of thy mind,


By working wreakful vengeance on thy foes.
Come down, and welcome me to this world's light;
Confer with me of murder and of death ;
There's not a hollow cave, nor lurking place,
No vast obscurity, or misty vale,
Where bloody Murder or detested Rape
Can couch for fear, but I will find them out;
And in their ears tell them my dreadful name,
Revenge, which makes the foul offenders quake.

Tit. Art thou Revenge? and art thou sent to me,
To be a torment to mine enemies ?

Tam. I am ; therefore come down, and welcome me.

Tit. Do me some service, ere I come to thee :
Lo, by thy fide where Rape, and Murder, ftands;
Now give some furance that thou art revenge,
Stab them, or tear them on thy chariot-wheels;
And then I'll come and be thy waggoner,
And whirl along with thee about the globes:
Provide two proper Palfries black as jet,
To hale thy vengeful waggon swift away,
And find out murders in their guilty caves.
And when thy car is loaden with their heads,
I will dismount, and by thy waggon-wheel
Trot like a servile foot-man all day long ;
Even from Hyperion's rifing in the east,
Until his very downfal in the sea.
And day by day I'll do this heavy task,
So thou destroy Rapine and Murder there.

Tam. These are my minifters, and come with me.
Tit. Are they thy minifters ? what are they callid?
Tam. Rapine and Murder ; therefore called fo,
'Cause they take vengeance on such kind of men.

Tit. Good lord, how like the Empress' sons they are, And you the Empress! but we worldly men . Have miserable and miftaking eyes : O sweet Revenge, now do I come to thee, And if one arm's embracement will content thee, I will embrace thee in it by and by.

[Exit Titus from above. you

Tam. This clofing with him fits his lunacy.
Whate'er I forge to feed his brain-fick fits,
Do you uphold, and maintain in your speech,
For now he firmly takes me for Revenge ;
And, being credulous in this mad thought,
I'll make him send for Lucius, his son :
And whilft I at a banquet hold him sure,
I'll find some cunning practice out of hand,
To scatter and disperse the giddy Goths,
Or, at the least, make them his enemies :
See, here he comes, and I must ply my theme.

Enter Titus.
Tit. Long have I been forlorn, and all for thee :
Welcome, dread fury, to my woful house;
Rapine and Murder, you are welcome too:
How like the Empress and her sons are!
Well are you fitted, had you but a Moor ;
Could not all hell afford you such a devil ?
For, well I wot, the Empress never wags,
But in her company there is a Moor ;
And would you represent our Queen aright,
It were convenient you had such a devil:
But welcome, as you are: what shall we do ?

Tam. What wouldst thou have us do, Andronicus ?
Dem. Shew me a murderer, I'll deal with him.

Chi. Shew me a villain, that has done a rape, And I am sent to be reveng'd on him.

Tam. Shew me a thousand, that have done thee wrongs And I will be revenged on them all.

Tit. Look round about the wicked streets of Rome, And when thou find'it a man that's like thy self, Good Murder, stab him ; he's a murderer. Go thou with him, and when it is thy hap To find another that is like to thee, Good Rapine, ftab him; he is a ravisher. Go thou with them, and in the Emperor's Court There is a Queen attended by a Moor ; Well may'st thou know her by thy own proportion, For up and down the doth resemble thee ;

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