And just against thy heart make thou a hole; Mar. Fye, brother, fye! teach her not thus to lay Such violent hands upon her tender life. Tit. How now! has forrow made thee doat al- Why, Marcus, no man fhould be mad but I. T She fays, the drinks no other drink but tears, And, by still practice, learn to know the meaning ments; Make my aunt merry with some pleafing tale. E 3 Mar Mar. Alas, the tender boy in paffion mov'd, Doth weep to fee his grandfire's heaviness. Tit. Peace, tender fapling; thou art made of tears, And tears will quickly melt thy life away. [MARCUS ftrikes the Difh with a Knife. What doft 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; Minè eyes are cloy'd with view of tyranny: A deed of death, done on the innocent, Becomes not Titus' brother; Get thee gone; I fee, thou art not for my company. Mar. Alas, my lord, I have but kill'd a fly. Tit. But how, if that fly had a father and mother? How would he hang his flender gilded wings, And buz lamenting doings in the air? Poor harmless fly! That with his pretty buzzing melody, Came here to make us merry; and thou hast kill'd him. Mar. Pardon me, fir; it was a black ill-favour'd fly, Like to the emperefs' Moor; therefore I kill'd him. Tit. 0, 0, 0, Then pardon me for reprehending thee, For thou haft done a charitable deed. That comes in likeness of a coal-black Moor. Mar. Mar. Alas, poor man! grief has fo wrought on him, He takes falfe fhadows for true fubftances. Tit. Come, take away.-Lavinia, go with me: I'll to thy closet; and go read with thee Sad ftories, chanced in the times of old.Come, boy, and go with me; thy fight is young, And thou shalt read, when mine begins to dazzle. [Exeunt. ACT IV. SCENE I. TITUS's Houfe. Enter young LUCIUS, and LAVINIA running after him; and the Boy flies from her, with his Books under his Arm. Enter TITUS and MARCUS. Boy. HELP, grandfire, help! my aunt Lavinia Follows me every where, I know not why :Good uncle Marcus, fee how fwift fhe comes! Alas, sweet aunt, I know not what you mean. Mar. Stand by me, Lucius; do not fear thine aunt, Tit. She loves thee, boy, too well to do thee harm. Boy. Ah, when my father was in Rome, fhe did. Mar. What means my niece Lavinia by these figns? Tit. Fear her not, Lucius :-Somewhat doth fhe mean: See, See, Lucius, fee, how much fhe makes of thee: Canft thou not guefs wherefore the plies thee thus? I will moft willingly attend your ladyship. Tit. How now, Lavinia?-Marcus, what means Confederate in the fact;-Ay, more there was:Or elfe to heaven fhe heaves them for revenge. Tit. Lucius, what book is that the toffeth fo? Boy Boy. Grandfire, 'tis Ovid's Metamorphorfis; My mother gave it me. Mar. For love of her that's gone; Perhaps the cull'd it from among the rest. Tit. Soft! foft, how bufily fhe turns the leaves! Help her: What would fhe find? Lavinia, fhall I This is the tragic tale of Philomel, [read? And treats of Tereus' treason, and his rape; And rape, I fear, was root of thine annoy. Mar. See, brother, fee; note, how the quotes the leaves. Tit. Lavinia, wert thou thus furpris'd, fweet girl, Ravifh'd, and wrong'd, as Philomela was, Forc'd in the ruthlefs, vaft, and gloomy woods? See, fee! Ay, fuch a place there is, where we did hunt, Mar. O, why fhould nature build fo foul a den, Unless the gods delight in tragedies! Tit. Give figns, fweet girl,-for here are none but friends, What Roman lord it was durft do the deed: Or flunk not Saturnine, as Tarquin erft, Mar. Sit down, sweet niece :-brother, fit down Apollo, Pallas, Jove, or Mercury, [by me:Infpire me, that I may this treafon find!My lord, look here;-look here, Lavinia: [He writes his Name with his Staff, and guides it with his Feet and Mouth. This fandy plot is plain; guide, if thou can'ft, This after me, when I have writ my name Without |