SCENE VI, An Apartment in Titus's Houfe. A BANQUET, Enter Titus, Marcus, Lavinia, and young Lucius, a Boy. Tit. are 1 han will preferve just fo much strength in us As will revenge thefe bitter woes of ours. With folded arms. This poor right hand of mine And when my heart, all mad with mifery, Thou map of woe, that thus doft talk in figns! [To Lavinia. When thy poor heart beats with outrageous beating, Thou canst not ftrike it thus to make it ftill; Wound it with fighing, girl, kill it with groans; Or get fome little knife between thy teeth, And just against thy heart make thou a hole, That all the tears, that thy poor eyes let fall, May run into that fink, and foaking in, Drown the lamenting fool in fea-falt tears. Mar. Fy, brother, fy, teach her not thus to lay Such violent hands upon her tender life. Tit. How now! has forrow made thee doat already? This fcene, which does not contribute any thing to the action, yet feems to have the fame Y ३ authour with the reft, is omitted in the quarto of 1611, but found in the folio of 1623. Why, Why, Marcus, no man fhould be mad but I; What violent hands can the lay on her life? Ah, wherefore doft thou urge the name of hands,- How Troy was burnt, and he made miferable? She fays, the drinks no other drink but tears, As begging hermits in their holy prayers. Thou shalt not figh, nor hold thy ftumps to heav'n, Nor wink, nor nod, nor kneel, nor make a fign, But I of thefe, will wreft an alphabet, 2 And by still practice learn to know the meaning. Boy. Good grandfire, leave these bitter,deep, laments; Make my Aunt merry with fome pleafing tale. Mar. Alas, the tender boy, in paffion mov'd, Doth weep to fee his grandfire's heaviness. tó Tit. Peace, tender fapling; thou art made of tears, And tears will quickly melt thy life away. [Marcus ftrikes the dish with a knife. What, doft thou ftrike at, Marcus, with thy knife? Mar. At that that I have kill'd, my Lord, a fly. Tit. Out on thee, murderer; thou kill'ft my heart; Mine 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. 2-by fill practice-] By conflant or continual practice. Mar. Mar. Alas, my Lord, I have but kill'd a fly. How would he hang his flender gilded wings, 3 And buz lamenting Doings in the air? Poor harmless fly, That with his pretty buzzing melody, And thou haft kill'd him. Mar. Pardon me, Sir, it was a black ill-favour'd fly, Like to the Emprefs' Moor; therefore I kill'd him. Tit. 0, 0, 0, Then pardon me for reprehending thee, That comes in likeness of a coal-black Moor. Mar. Alas, poor man, grief has fo wrought on him, He takes falfe fhadows for true substances. 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. 3 And buz lamenting Doings in the Air.] Lamenting Doings, is a very idle Expreffion, and conveys no Idea. I read Dolings. The Alteration, which I have made, though it is but the Addition of a fingle Letter, is a great Increase to the Sense; and tho', indeed, there is fomewhat of a Tautology in the Epithet and Subftantive annext to it, yet that's no new Thing with our Author. THEOBALD. Y 4 ACT ACT IV. SCENE I, TITUS's House. Enter young Lucius, and Lavinia running after him; and the boy flies from her, with his books under bis arm. Enter Titus, and Marcus. Boy. ELP, grandfire, help. My Aunt Lavinia Follows me every where, I know not why, Good uncle Marcus, fee, how fwift fhe comes. Alas, fweet Aunt, I know not what you mean. Mar. Stand by me, Lucius, do not fear thy Aunt. Tit. She loves thee, boy, too well to do thee harm. Boy. Ay, when my father was in Rome, fhe did. Mar. What means my niece Lavinia by thefe figns? Tit. Fear thou not, Lucius, fomewhat doth fhe mean. See, Lucius, fee, how much fhe makes of thee; Canft thou not guess wherefore fhe plies thee thus? Ran read through forrow; that made me to fear; Which made me down to throw my books, and flie, I will most willingly attend your ladyfhip. Tit. How now, Lavinia?-Marcus, what means this? Some book there is that fhe defires to fee. Mar. I think, the means, that there was more than one Confederate in the fact. Ay, more there was; Mar. For love of her that's gone, Tit. Soft! fee how bufily fhe turns the leaves ? Help her. What would the find? Lavinia, fhall I read? This is the tragick Tale of Philomel, And treats of Tereus' treafon and his rape; And rape, I fear, was root of thine annoy. Mar. See, brother, fee; note how fhe quotes the leaves. Tit. Lavinia, wert thou thus furpriz'd, fweet girl, Ravish'd and wrong'd as Philomela was, Forc'd in the ruthlefs, vaft, and gloomy woods? Ay, fuch a place there is, where we did hunt, Pat. |