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[Help her: What would she find? Lavinia, shall

I read? * Titus's House.

(This is the tragic tale of Philomel, Enter young Lucius. and Larinia running atter And treats of Tereus' treason, and his rape ;

him; anđ the bow flies from her. rith his boks 5 And rape, I fear, was root of thine annoy. under his arm. Enter Titus and Marcus.

Marc. See, brother, see; note, how she quites? op the leaves.

[girl, ELP, grandsire, help! my aunt La- | Tit: Lavinia, wer't thou thus surprizd, sweet vinia

| Ravish’d, and wrong'd, as Philomela was, Follows me every where, I know not why:- 10 Forc'd in the ruthless, vast, and gloomy woods? Good uncle Marcus, see how swift she comes! | See, see! Alas! sweet aunt, I know not what you mean. Ay, such a place there is, where we did hunt, Marc. Stand by me, Lucius; do not fear thine Ko, had we never, never, hunted there!) aunt.

[harm. Pattern’d by that the poet here describes, Tit. She loves thee; boy, too well to do thee 15 By nature made for murders, and for rapes. Boy. Ay, when my father was in Rome, she did. Marc. O, why should nature build so foula den, Marc. What means my niece Lavinia by these Unless the gods delight in tragedies!

(mean : Tit. Give signs, sweet girl, for here are none Tit. Fear her not, Lucius:--Somewhat doth she

but friends,
See, Lucius, see, how much she makes of thee: 120 What Roman lord it was durst dò the deed :
Some whither would she have thee go with her. Or slunk not Saturnine, as Tarquin erst,
Ah, boy, Cornelia never with more care

That left the camp to sin in Lucrece' bed?
Read to her sons, than she hath read to thee, Marc. Sit down, sweet niece ;-brother, sit
Sweet poetry, and Tully's oratory.

down by me. Canst thou not guess wherefore she plies thee thus: 25 Apollo, Pallas, Jove, or Mercury,

Boy. My lord, I know not, I, nor can I guess, Inspire me, that I may this treason find! Unless some fit of phrenzy do possess her: My lord, look here;- look here, Lavinia : For I have heard my grandsire say full oft,

(He writes his name with his staff, and Extremity of griefs would make men mad;

guides it with his feet and mouth. And I have read, that Hecuba of Troy Ran mad through sorrow; That made me to fear;/

..| This sandy plot is plain; guide, if thou canst, Although, my lord, I know, my noble aunt

This after me, when I have writ my name Loves me as dear as e'er iny mother did,

Without the help of any hand at all. And would not, but in fury, fright my youth:

Curs'd be that heart, that forc'd us to this shift!-Which made ine down to throw iny books, and fly:135 Write thou, good niece; and here display at last, Causeless, perhaps : But pardon me, sweet aunt:

"What God will have discover'd for revenge: And, madam, if my uncle Marcus go,

Heaven guide thy pen to print thy sorrows plains, I will most willingly attend your ladyship.

That we may know the traitors, and the truth! Marc. Lucius, Twill.

Fthis? I [She takes the staff in her mouth, and guides Tit. How now, Lavinia?-Marcus, what means 40

is with her stumps, and writes. Some book there is that she desires to see:

Tit. O, do you read, my lord, what she hath writ? Which is it, girl, of these? Open them, boy. Stuprum_Cliron Demetrius. But thou art decper read, and better skill'd; | Marc. What, what!-the lustful sons of Tamora Come, and take choice of all my library,

Performers of this hateful bloody deed ? And so beguile thy sorrow, 'till the heavens 145 Tit. -----Magne Dominator Poli, Reveal the dainn'd contriver of this deed.

Tam lentus audis scelera? .tam lentus rides? Why lifts she up her arms in sequence thus? 1 Marc. 0, calm thee, gentle lord ! although, I Marc. I think, she means, that there was more!

know, than one

There is enough written upon this earth, Confederate in the fact ;-Ay, more there was: 50 To stir a mutiny in the mildest thoughts, Or else to heaven she heaves them for revenge. And arm the minds of infants to exclaims.

Tit. Lucius, what book is that she tosseth so? My lord, kneel down with me ; Lavinia, kneel;

Boy. Grandsire, 'tis Ovids Metamorphosis ; And kneel, sweet boy, the Roman Hector's hope; My mother gave it me.

And swear with me,-as with the woeful feere, Marc. For love of her that's gone,

55 And father, of that chaste dishonour'd dame, Perhaps she cull'd it froin among the rest.. Lord Junius Brutus sware for Lucrece' rape,

Tit. Soft! soft! how busily she turns the leaves!) Ilhat we will prosecute, by good advice,

: To quote is to observe.

? Feere signifies a companion, and here metaphorically a husband.


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Mortal revenge upon these traiterous Goths, I To gratify your honourable youth,
And see their blood, or die with this reproach. The hope of Rome; for so he bade ine say;

Tim. 'Tis sure enough, an you knew how. And so I do, and with his gifts present
But if you hurt these bear-whelps, then beware: Your lordships, that whenever you have need,
The dam will wake; and, if she wind you once, 5 You may be armed and appointed well:
She's with the lion deeply still in league,

And so I leave you both, [Aside] like bloody And lulls him while she playeth on her back,


[Erit. And, when he sleeps, will she do what she list. Dem. What's here? A scroll; and written You're a young huntsman, Marcus; let it alone;

round about?
And, come, I will go get a leaf of brass, 10 Let's see;
And with a gad of steel will write these words, | Integer vitæ, scelerisque purus,
And lay it by: the angry northern wind

Non eget Mauri juculis nec arcu.
Will blow these sands like Sybil's leaves, abroad, Chi. 0, 'tis a verse in Horace; I know it well:
And where's your lesson theni-Boy; what say I read it in the grammar long ago. [have it.

Boy. I say, my lord, that if I were a man, [you? 15. Aar. Ay,just;-a verse in Horace ;-right, you Their mother's bed-chamber should not be safe Now, what a thing it is to be an ass! For these bad bond-men to the yoke of Rome. Here's no fond jest: the old man hath Marc. Ay, that's my boy! thy father hath fulll

found their guilt; For this uugrateful country done the like. [oft And sends the weapons wrapp'd about Boy. And, uncle, so will l; an if I live. 120

with lines, Tit. Come, go with me into my armoury; That wound, beyond their feeling, tol Lucius, I'll fit thee; and withal, my boy

the quick. Shall carry from me to the emperess' sons

But were our witty emperess well a-foot, Presents, that I intend to send them both:

She would applaud Andronicus'conceit.) Come, come; thou 'lt do my message, wilt thou 25 But let herrest in her untest a-while.-)

. [sire. And now, young lords, was 't not a happy star Boy. Ay, with my dagger in their bosom, grand- Led us to Rome, strangers, and, more than so, Tit. No, no, boy, not so; l'll tcach thec ano- Captives, to be advanced to this height? ther course.

it did me good, before the palace gate Lavinia, come:-Marcus, look to my house; 30 To brave the tribune in his brother's hearing. Lucius and I'll go brave it at the court; Il Dem. But me more good, to see so great a lord Ay, marry, will we, sir; and we'll be waited on. Basely insinuate, and send us gifts.

(Excunt. Aar. Had he not reason, lord Demetrius ? . Marc. O heavens, can you hear a good man Did you not use his daughter very friendly? And not relent, or not compassionate him? [groan, 33 Dem. I would, we had a thousand Roman dames Marcus, attend him in his ecstacy;

At such a bay, by turn to serve our lust. That hath more scars of sorrow in his heart,

Chi. A charitable wish, and full of love. Than foe-men's marks upon his batter'd shield: Aar. Here lacketh but your mother to say Amen. But yet so just, that he will not revenge:

Chi. And that would she for twenty thousand

Querit 401. Revenge the heavens for old Andronicus! [Exit. 40


Dem. Come, let us go; and pray to all the gods

For our beloved mother in her pains.
Changes to the Palace.

Aar. Pray to the devils; the gods have given Enter Aaron, Chiron, and Demetrius, at one door;

. us o'er.

[Aside. Flourisk. and at another door, young Lucius and another, 451 Dem. Why do the emperor's trumpets flourish with a bundle of ucapons, and verses writ upon

thus? them.

Chi, Belike, for joy the eniperor hath a son. Chi. Demetrius, here's the son of Lucius; Dem. Soft; who comes here? He hath some message to deliver to us.

Erter Nurse, with a Black-a-moor Child. Aar. Ay, some mad message from his mad|50| Nurse. Good-inorrow, lords: grandfather.

Jo tell me, did you see Aaron the Moor? Boy. My lords, with all the humbleness I may, Aar. Well, niore or less, or ne'er a whit at all. I greet your honours from Andronicus;

Here Aaron is; and what with Aaron pow? And pray the Roman gods, confound you both. | Nurse. O gentle Aaron, we are all undone!

[Aside.155 Now help, or woe betide thee evermore! Dem. Gramercy', lovely Lucius; What's the Aar. Why,what a caterwauling dost thou keep news?

. [news, What dost thou wrap and fumble in thine arins Boy. That you are both decypher'd, that's the Nurse. O, that which I would hide from heaven's For villains mark'd with rape. [Aside.] May


(grace ; it please you,

160 Our emperess' shame, and stately Rome's dise My grandsire, well-advis'd, hath sent by me . She is deliver'd, lords, she is deliver'd, The goodliest weapons of his armoury, U | Aar. To whom?

! i.e. grand merci ; great thanks,

Nurse, Nurse. I mean, she is brought to bed. (Look, how the black slave smiles upon the father; Aar. Well, God

As who should say, Old lad, I am thine own. Give her good rest! What hath he sent het ? He is your brother, lords; sensibly fed Nurse. A devil.

' [issue. Of that self-blood that first gave life to you ; Aar. Why, then she is the devil's dam; a joyful 5 And, from that womb,where you imprison'd were,

Nurse. A joyless, dismal, black, and sorrowful He is infranchised and come to light:
Here is the babe, as loathsome as a toad [issue: Nay, he's your brother by the surer side,
Amongst the fairest breeders of our clime.

Although my seal is stamped in his face.
The emperess sends it thee, thy stamp, thy scal,! | Nurse:Aaron,what shali I say unto the emperess?
And bids thee christen it with thy dagger's point. 10 Dem. Advise thee, Aaron, what is to be done,
Aar. Out, out, you whore! is black so base al And we will all subscribe to thy advice; ...

Save you the child, so we may all be safe. Sweet blowse, you are a beauteous blossom, sure. Aur. Then sit we down, and let us all consult: Dem. Villain, what bast thou done?

My son and I will have the wind of you: Aar. That which thou

15 Keep there: now talk at pleasure of your safety. Canst not undo.

[They sit on the ground. Chi. Thou hast undone our mother.

| Dem. How many women saw this child of his ? Aar. Villain, I have done thy niother.

Aar. Why, so, brave lords; When we all joiux Dem. And therein, hellish dog, thou hast undone.

in league, Woe to her chance,and damn'd her loathedchoice! 201 am a lamb: but if you brave the Moor, Accurs'd the offspring of so foul a tiend!

The chafed boar, the mountain lioness, Chi. It shall not live.

The ocean swells not so as Aaron storms.- Aar. It shall not die.

| But, say again, how many saw the child? Nurse. Aaron, it must; the niother wills it so. Kurse. Cornelia the midwife, and myself,

Aar. What, must it, nurse? then let no man but I, 25 And no one else, but the deliver'd emperess. execution on my flesh and blood. (point: Aar. The emperess, the midwife, and yourself:

Dem. I'll broach the tadpole on my rapier's Two may keep counsel, when the third's away: Nurse, give it me; my sword shall soon dispatch it. Go to the emperess; tell her this I said :-Aur.Sooner this sword shall ploughthy bowels up.

[He kills her. Stay, murd'rous villains! will you kill your bro- 30 Weke, weke!--so cries a pig, prepar'd to the spits Now, by the burning tapers of the sky, [ther | Dem. What incan'st thou, Aaron: Wherefore That shone so brightly when this boy was got,

. didst thou this? He dies upon my scymitar's sharp point,

Aar. O lord, sir, 'tis a deed of policy: That touches this my first-born son and heir! Shall she live to bctray this guilt of ours? I tell you, younglings, not Enceladus,

35 A long-tongu'd babbling gossip! no, lords, no. With all his threat'ning band of Typhon's brood, And now be it known to you my full intent. Nor great Alcides, nor the god of war,

Not far, one Miuliteus lives, ny countryman; Shall seize this prey out of his father's hands. His wife but yesternight was brought to-bed; What, what, ye sanguine, shallow-hearted boys!! His child is like to her, fair as you are: Ye white-lim'd walls ! ye alehouse painted signst Go pack * with him, and give the mother gold, Coal-black is better than another hue,

And tell them both the circumstance of all; In that it scorns to bear another hue:

And how by this their child shall be advanc'd, For all the water in the ocean

And be received for the emperor's heir, Can never turn the swan's black legs to white, And substituted in the place of mine, Although she lave them hourly in the flood. 45 Lo calin this tempest whirling in tlre court; Tell the emperess from ine, I am of age

And let the emperor dandle him for his own. To keep mine own; excuse it how she can. I Hark ye,my lords; yesee, I have given her physick, Dem. Wilt thou betray thy noble mistress thus :

[Pointing to the Nurse. Aar. My mistress is my mistress; this, myself;! And you must needs bestow her funeral; The vigour, and the picture of iny youth: 150 The fields are near, and you are gallant groonis : This, before all the world, do I prefer;

This done, see that you take no longer days,
This, maugre all the world, will I keep safe, But send the midwile presently to me.
Or some of you shall smoke for it in Rome. The midwife, and the nurse, well made away,

Dem. By this, our mother is for ever sham’d. Then let the ladies tattie what they please.
Chi. Rome will despise her for this foul escape. 55 Chi. Aaron, I see, thou wilt not trust the air
Nurse. The emperor, in his rage, will doom With secrets.
her death.

| Dem. For this care of Tamora, Chi. I blush to think upon this ignomy. (bears: Herself, and hers, are highly bound to thee. Aar. Why there's the privilege your beauty

(Exeunt. Fye,treacherous hue! thatwillbetraywith blushing 6! Aar. Now to the Goths, as swift as swallow flies; The close enacts and counsels of the heart! 1 There to dispose this treasure in my arms, Here is a young lad fram'd of another leer': And secretly to greet the emperess' friends.

1 To do is here used obscenely. ? A broach is a spit --I'll spit the tadpole. plexion or hue. « To pack is to contrive insidiously.

Leer is com

. Come Come on, you thick-lip'd slave, I bear you hence;/ But metal, Marcus,'steel to the very back; For it is you that put us to our shifts :

Yet wrung with wrongs, more than our backs L'll make you feed on berries, and on' roots,

can bear: And feed on curds and whey, and suck the goat, Ind sith there is no justice in earth nor hell, And cabin in a cave; and bring you up 75 We will solicit heaven; and move the gods, To be a warrior, and coinmand a camp. [Exit. To send down justice for to wreak our wrongs :

Come, to this gear. You are a good archer, SCENE III.

Marcus. [He gires them the arrius. A Street near the Palace.

Ad Jovem, that's for you :--Here, ad Apolli.

110 Ad Martem, that's for myself;—' [nern: Enter Titus, old Marcus, young Lucius, and other Here, boy, to Pallas:–Here to Mercury :

Gentlemen with bows; and Titus bears the ar fTo Saturn, and to Cælus; not to Saturnine, · rows with letters on the ends of them.

You were as good to shoot against the wind. Tit. Come, Marcủs, come;-Kinsmen, this is to it, boy. Marcus, loose when I bid: the way :

15|O'my word, I have written to effect; Sir boy, now let nie see your archery;

There's not a god left unsolicited. (court: Look, ye draw home enough, and'tis there straight: Alarc. Kinsmen, shoot all your shafts into the Terras Aslrea reliquit: be you remember'd, We will afflict the emperor in his pride. Marcus.

[tools. Tit. Now, masters, draw. [They shoot.} 0, She's gone, she's fled.-Sirs, take you to your 20

well said; Lucius! You, cousins, shall go sound the ocean,

Good boy, in Virgo's lap, give it to Pallas: And cast your nets, haply, you may find her in Marc. My lord, I am a mile beyond the moon; the sea;

| Your letter is with Jupiter by this. Yet there's as little justice as at fand :

Tit: Ha ! Publius,Publius,whathast thou done? No; Publius and Sempronius, you must do it; 25 See, see, thou hast shot off one of Taurus' horns. "Tis you must dig with mattock, and with spade, Marc. This was the sport, my lord: when PubAnd pierce the inmost centre of the carth;

kius shot, Then, when you come to Pluto's region,

The bull being gall'd, gave Aries such a knock, I pray you, deliver him this petition :

That down fell both the ram's horns in the court; Tell him, it is for justice, and for aid;

30 And who should find them but the emperess' vilAnd that it comes from old Andronicus,


[choose Shaken with sorrows in ungrateful Rome.

She laugh’d, and told the Moor, he should not Ah, Rome! -Well, well; I made thee miserable, But give them to his master for a present. What time I threw the people's suffrages

Tit. Why, there it goes: God give your lord. On him that thus doth tyrannize o'er me.

ship joy! Go, get you gone; and pray be careful all, | Enter a Clouin, with a basket and two pigeons. And leave you not a man of war unsearch'd; News, news from heaven! Marcus, the post is This wicked emperor may have shipp'd her hence,

come. Avd, kinsmen, then we may go pipe for justice. Sirrah, what tidings ? have you any letters?

Alarc. 0, Publius, is not this a heavy case, 40 Shall I have justice? what says Jupiter ? To see thy noble úncle thus distract?

Clown. Ho! the gibbet-maker? he says, that he Pub. Therefore, my lord, it highly us con- hath taken thein down again, for the inan must cerns,

not be hang'd 'till the next week: By day and night to attend him carefully;

Tit. Tut, what says Jupiter, I ask thee? And feed his humour kindly as we may,

Clown. Alas, sir, I know not Jupiter ; I neves 'Till time beget some careful remedy.

drank with him in all my life. Marc. Kinsmen, his sorrows are past remedy. | Tit. Why, villain, art not thou the carrier? Join with the Goths; and with revengeful war Clown. Ay, of my pigeons, sir; nothing else. Take wreak on Rome for this ingratitude;

Tit. Why, didst thou not come from heaven? And vengeance on the trajtor Saturnine. [ters ;1501 Clown. From heaven? alas, sir, I never came

Tit. Publius, how now? how now, my mas there: God forbid, I should be so bold to press What, have you met with her?

(word, to heaven in my young days! Why; I am going Pub. No, my good lord; but Pluto sends you with my pigeons to the tribunal plebs', to take If you will have revenge from hell, you shall: Jup a matter of brawl betwixt my uncle and one Marry, for Justice, she is so employ'd, selse, 155 of the emperial's men. He thinks with Jove in heaven, or somewherel Marc. Why, sir, that is as fit as can be, to So that perforce you needs must stay a time. I serve for your oration; and let him deliver the

Tit. He doth me wrong, to feed me with delays. Ipigeons to the emperor from you. t'll dive into the burning lake below,

Tüt. Tell me, can you deliver an oration to the And pull her out of Acheron by the heels. 60 emperor with a grace? Marcus, we are but shrubs, no cedars we;

Clown. Nay, truly, sir, I could never say grace No big-bon'd men, fram'd of the Cyclops' size; I fin all my life.

The Clown means to say, to the tribune of the people.



Tit. Sirrah, come hither ; make no more ado, Than prosecute the meanest, or the best, But give your pigeons to the emperor:

For these contempts. Why, thus it shall become By me thou shalt have justice at his hands.

[Aside. Hold, hold ;-- mean while, here's money for thy! High-witted Tamora to gloze with all: Give me a pen and ink.

(charges. 5 But, Titus, I have touch'd thee to the quick, Sirrah, can you with a grace deliver a supplication?! Thy life-blood out: if Aaron now be wise, Cloun. Ay, sir.

Then is all safe, the anchor's in the port.Tit. Then here is a supplication for you. And

Enter Cloron. when you come to him, at the first approach, you How now, good fellow? wouldst thou speak with Riust kneel; then kiss his foot; then deliver up 101

[perial. your pigeons; and then look for your reward. Clown. Yes, forsooth, an your mistership beemI'll be at hand, sir; see you do it bravely.

Tam. Emperess I am, but yonder sils the emClown. I warrant you, sir: let me alonc. [it.

peror. Tit. Sirrah, hast thou a knife? Come, let me see Clown. 'Tis he.God, and saint Stephen, give Here, Marcus, fold it in the oration;

you good den: For thou hast made it like an humble suppliant: have brought you a letter, and a couple of piAnd when thou hast given it to the emperor,

geons here. [The Emperor reads the letter. Knock at my door, and tell me what he says. Sat. Go, take him away, and hang him preClown. God be with you, sir; I will.

sently. Tit. Come, Marcus, let us go :-Publius, follow 201 Clown. How much money must I have? me.

[Exeunt. Tam. Come, sirrah, you must be hang'd.

Clown. Hang’d! By'r lady, then I have brought
Jup a neck to a fair end.

Sat. Despightful and intolerable wrongs!
The Palace.

125 Shall I endure this monstrous villainy? Enter Emperor, and Emperess, and her two sons; I know from whence this same device proceeds:

the Emperor brings the arrows in his hand, May this be borne ?-as if his traitorous sons, that Titus shot.

That dy'd by law for murder of our brother, Sat. Why, lords, what wrongs are these? Was Have by my means been butcher'd wrongfully! ever seen

|30|Go, drag the villain hither by the hair; An emperor of Rome thus over-borne,

Nor age, nor honour, shall shape privilege:Troubled, confronted thus; and, for the extent For this proud mock, I'll be thy slaughter-man; Of legal justice, us'd in such contempt?

Sly frantick wretch, that holp'st to make me great, My lords, you know, as do the mightful gods, In hope thyself should govern Rome and me. However the disturbers of our peace

Enter Æmilius.
Buz in the people's ears, there nought hath past Sat. What news with thee, Æmilius ?
But even with law, against the wilful sons

Æmil. Arm, arm, my lords; Rome never had Of old Andronicus. And what an if

more cause!
His sorrows have so overwhelin'd his wits, | The Goths have gather'd head; and with a power
Shall we be thus afflicted in his wreaks', 40 Of high-resolved men, bent to the spoil,
His fits, his frenzy, and his bitterness?

They hither march amain, under conduct
And now he writes to heaven for his redress : Of Lucius, son to old Andronicus;
See, here's to Jove, and this to Mercury;

Who threats, in course of his revenge, to do
This to Apollo; this to the god of war:

As much as ever Coriolanus did. Sweet scrolls, to fly about the streets of Rome! 45 Sat. Is warlike Lucius general of the Goths? What's this, but libelling against the senate, These tidings nip me; and I hang the head, And blazoning our injustice every where?

As tlowers with frost, or grass beat down with A goodly humour, is it not, my lords?

storms. As who would say, in Rome no justice were. Ay, now begin our sorrows to approach : But, if I live, his feigned ecstasies

50|'T'is he, the common people love so much; Shall be no shelter to these outrages :

Myself have often over-heard them say, But he and his shall know, that justice lives (When I have walked like a private man) In Saturninus' health; whom, if she sleep, That Lucius' banishment was wrongfully, [ror. He'll so awake, as she in fury shall

And they have wish'd that Lucius were their empeCut off the proud'st conspirator that lives. 155 Tam. Why should you fcar? is not our city Tam. My gracious lord, most lovely Saturnine,

strong? Lord of my life, commander of my thoughts, Sat. Ay, but the citizens favour Lucius; Calm thee, and bear the faults of Titus' age, And will revolt from me, to succour him. [name. The effects of sorrow for his valiant sons,

Tam. King, be thy thoughts imperious, like thy Whose loss hath pierc'd him deep and scarr'd his 60 Is the sun dimm'd, that gnats do fly in it? heart;

The eagle suffers little birds to sing, And rather comfort his distressed plight, | And is not careful what they incan thereby; That is, his revenges.


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