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She says, she drinks no other drink but tears, And buz lamenting doings in the air :
Came here to make us merry; and thou hast kill'd As begging hermits in their holy prayers :
Tit. 0, 0, 0,
Give me thy knife, I will insult on him;
Marc. Alas, the tender boy, in passion mov'd, Come hither purposely to poison me. —
Tit. Peace, tender sapling; thou art made of tears, Ah, sirrah! 9 -
[MARCUS strikes the Dish with a knife. But that, between us, we can kill a fly, What dost thou strike at, Marcus, with thy knife ? That comes in likness of a coal-black Moor.
Marc. At that that I have kill'd, my lord ; a fly. Marc. Alas, poor man! grief has so wrought on Tit. Out on thee, murderer! thou kill'st my heart;
him, Mine eyes are cloy'd with view of tyranny: He takes false shadows for true substances, A deed of death, done on the innocent,
Tit. Come, take away. – Lavinia, go with me: Becomes not Titus' brother: Get thee gone; I'll to thy closet; and go read with thee I see thou art not for my company.
Sad stories, chanced in the times of old. Marc. Alas, my lord, I have but kill'd a fly. Come, boy, and go with me; thy sight is young,
Tit. But how, if that fly had a father and mother? And thou shalt read, when mine begins to dazzle. How would he hang his slender gilded wings,
SCENE I. - Before Titus's House.
Marc. Lucius, I will. Enter Titus and Marcus. Then enter young
[LAVINIA turns over the Books wkich
Lucius has let fall.
Tit. How now, Lavinia ? — Marcus, what means Boy. Help, grandsire, help! my aunt Lavinia
this? Follows me every where, I know not why :
Some book there is that she desires to see: Good uncle Marcus, see how swift she comes ! Which is it, girl, of these? - Open them, boy. Alas, sweet aunt, I know not what you mean. But thou art deeper read, and better skill'd; Marc. Stand by me, Lucius; do not fear thine Come, and take choice of all my library, aunt.
And so beguile thy sorrow, till the heavens Tit. She loves thee, boy, too well to do thee harm. Reveal the vile contriver of this deed. Boy. Ay, when my father was in Rome, she did. Why lifts she up her arms in sequence thus ? Marc. What means my niece Lavinia by these Marc. I think, she means, that there was more signs ?
than one Tit. Fear her not, Lucius: - Somewhat doth she Confederate in the fact :- Ay, more there was:
Or else to heaven she heaves them for revenge. See, Lucius, see, how much she makes of thee : Tit. Lucius, what book is that she tosseth so? Somewhither would she have thee go with her. Boy. Grandsire, 'tis Ovid's Metamorphosis ; Ay, boy, Cornelia never with more care
My mother gave 't me. Read to her sons, than she hath read to thee,
For love of her that's gone, Sweet poetry, and Tully's Orator, 8
Perhaps she cull'd it from among the rest. Canst thou not guess wherefore she plies thee thus ? Tit. Soft! see, how busily she turns the leaves !
Boy. My lord, I know not, I, nor can I guess, Help her: Unless some fit or frenzy do possess her:
What would she find; – Lavinia, shall I read ? For I have heard my grandsire say full oft, This is the tragic tale of Philomel, Extremity of griefs would make men mad; And treats of Tereus' treason, and his rape; And I have read that Hecuba of Troy
And rape, I fear, was root of thine annoy. Ran mad through sorrow : That made me to fear : Marc. See, brother, see; note, how she quotes Although, my lord, I know, my noble aunt
the leaves. Loves me as dear as e'er my mother did,
Tit. Lavinia, wert thou thus surpris'd, sweet girl, And would not, but in fury, fright my youth: Ravish'd and wrong'd, as Philomela was, Which made me down to throw my books, and Ay; Forc'd in the ruthless 1, vast, and gloomy woods? Causeless, perhaps; But pardon me, sweet aunt: See, see ! And, madam, if my uncle Marcus go,
Ay, such a place there is, where we did hunt, I will most willingly attend your ladyship. (O, had we never, never, hunted there!) 6 An allusion to brewing. 7 Constant or continual practice. 9 This was formerly not a disrespectful expression. & Tully's Treatise on Eloquence, entitled Orator.
Pattern’d by that the poet here describes,
Tit. No, boy, not so; I'll teach thee another By nature made for murders, and for rapes.
Marc. 0, why should nature build so foul a den, Lavinia, come :- Marcus, look to my house ; Unless the gods delight in tragedies !
Lucius and I'll go brave it at the court; Tit. Give signs, sweet girl, - for here are none Ay, marry, will we, sir : and we'll be waited on. but friends,
[Exeunt Titus, LAVINIA, and Boy. What Roman lord it was durst do the deed :
Marc. O heavens, can you hear a good man groan, Or slunk not Saturnine, as Tarquin erst,
And not relent, or not compassion him ?
Than foe-men's marks upon his batter'd shield : A pollo, Pallas, Jove, or Mercury,
But yet so just, that he will not revenge:
SCENE II. - A Room in the Palace.
Enter AARON, CHIRON, and DEMETRIUS, at one Without the help of any hand at all.
Door ; at another Door, young Lucius, and an [He writes his Name with his Staff, and guides Attendant, with a bundle of Weapons, and Verses it with his Feet and Mouth.
writ upon them. Curs'd be that heart, that forc'd us to this shift! Chi. Demetrius, here's the son of Lucius; Write thou, good niece; and here display, at last, He hath some message to deliver to us. What Heaven will have discover'd for revenge: Aar. Ay, some mad message from his mad grandHeaven guide thy pen to print thy sorrows plain,
father. That we may know the traitors, and the truth! Boy. My lords, with all the humbleness I may,
(She takes the Staff in her Mouth, and guides it greet your honours from Andronicus;
And pray the Roman gods, confound you both. Tit. O, do you read, my lord, what she hath writ?
[Aside. Stuprum — Chiron - Demetrius.
Dem. Gramercy", lovely Lucius : What's the news? Marc. What, what! - the lustful sons of Tamora Boy. That you are both decipher'd, that's the news, Performers of this heinous, bloody deed ?
For villains mark'd with rape. [Aside.) May it Tit. Magne Dominator poli,
please you, Tam lentus audis scelera ? tam lentus vides ?
My grandsire, well advis’d, liath sent by me Marc. O, calm thee, gentle lord ! although I The goodliest weapons of his armoury, know,
To gratify your honourable youth, There is enough written upon this earth,
The hope of Rome; for so he bade me say; To stir a mutiny in the mildest thoughts,
And so I do, and with his gifts present And arm the minds of infants to exclaims.
Your lordships, that whenever you have need, My lord, kneel down with me; Lavinia, kneel ; You may be armed and appointed well : And kneel, sweet boy, the Roman Hector's hope ; And so I leave you both, ( Aside. ] like bloody villains. And swear with me, - as with the woeful feeres,
(Ereunt Boy and Attendant. And father, of that chaste dishonour'd dame,
Dem. What's here ? A scroll; and written round Lord Junius Brutus sware for Lucrece' rape,
about? That we will prosecute, by good advice,
Chi. O, tis a verse in Horace; I know it well :
found their guilt ; And with a gad 4 of steel will write these words, And sends the weapons wrapp'd about And lay it by: the angry northern wind
Aside. Will blow these sands, like Sibyl's leaves, abroad, That wound, beyond their feeling, to the And where's your lesson then?— Boy, what say you?
I say, my lord, that if I were a man, But were our witty empress well a-foot, Their mother's bed-chamber should not be safe She would applaud Andronicus' conceit. For these bad bondmen to the yoke of Rome. But let her rest in her unrest awhile.
Marc. Ay, that's my boy! thy father hath full oft And now, young lords, was't not a happy star For this ungrateful country done the like.
Led us to Rome, strangers, and more than so, Boy. And uncle, so will I, an if I live.
Captives, to be advanced to this height ? Tit. Come, go with me into mine armoury;
It did me good, before the palace gate Lucius, I'll fit thee; and withal, my boy
To brave the tribune in his brother's hearing. Shall carry from me to the empress' sons
Dem. But me more good, to see so great a lord Presents, that I intend to send them both :
Basely insinuate, and send us gifts. Come, come; thou'lt do thy message, wilt thou not? Aar. Had he not reason, lord Demetrius? Boy. Ay, with my dagger in their bosoms, grand- Did you not use his daughter very friendly? sire.
[Flourish. 3 Husband. 4 The point of a spear.
5 i. c. Grand merci ; great thanks.
you have it,
Dem. Why do the emperor's trumpets flourish thus? | This, before all the world, do I prefer ;
Or some of you shall smoke for it in Rome.
Dem. By this our mother is for ever sham'd. Enter a Nurse, with a Black-a-moor Child in her Chi. Rome will despise her for this foul escape. Arms.
Nur. The emperor, in hisrage, will doom her death. Nur.
Good morrow, lords : Chi. I blush to think upon this ignomy. 0, tell me, did you see Aaron the Moor?
Aar. Why, there's the privilege your beauty bears: Aar. Well, more, or less, or ne'er a whit at all, Fye, treacherous hue! that will betray with blushing Here Aaron is: and what with Aaron now ? The close enacts and counsels of the heart!
Nur. O, gentle Aaron, we are all undone ! Here's a young lad fram'd of another leero: Now help, or woe betide thee evermore!
Look how the black slave smiles upon the father ; Aar. Why, what a caterwauling dost thou keep? As who should say, Old lad, I am thine own. What dost thou wrap and fumble in thine arms? He is your brother, lords; sensibly fed Nur. O, that which I would hide from heaven's Of that self-blood that first gave life to you ; eye,
Although my seal be stamped in his face. Our empress' shame, and stately Rome's disgrace;- Nur. Aaron, what shall I say unto the empress? She is deliver'd, lords, she is deliver'd.
Dem. Advise thee, Aaron, what is to be done, Aar. To whom?
And we will all subscribe to thy advice; Nur.
I mean, she's brought to bed. Save thou the child, so we may all be safe. Aar.
Well, Jove Aar. Then sit we down, and let us all consult. Give her good rest! What hath she got ?
My son and I will have the wind of you : Nur.
A devil. Keep there : Now talk at pleasure of your safety. Aar. Why then she's the devil's dam ; a joyful
(They sit on the Ground. issue.
Dem. How many women saw this child of his? Nur. A joyless, dismal,black, and sorrowful issue: Aar. Why so, brave lords! when we all join in Here is the babe, as loathsome as a toad
league, Amongst the fairest breeders of our clime.
I am a lamb : but if you brave the Moor, The empress sends it thee, thy stamp, thy seal, The chafed boar, the mountain lioness, And bids thee christen it with thy dagger's point. The ocean swells not so as Aaron storms. Aar. Out, out, you wretch! is black so base a But, say again, how many saw the child ? hue?
Nur. Cornelia the midwife, and myself, Sweet blowse, you are a beauteous blossom, sure. And no one else but the deliver'd empress. Dem. Villain, what hast thou done?
Aar. The emperess, the midwife, and yourself : Anr.
Done! that which thou Two may keep counsel when the third's away: Canst not undo.
Go to the empress; tell her, this I said :
[Slabbing ker. Dem. Woe to her chance, accurs'd her loathed Weke, Weke ! - so cries a pig prepard to the spit. choice!
Dem. What mean'st thou, Aaron! Wherefore Woe to the offspring of so foul a fiend !
didst thou this? Chi. It shall not live.
Aar. O, lord, sir, 'tis a deed of policy :
Shall she live to betray this guilt of ours?
Aar. What, must it, nurse ? then let no man but I, And now be it known to you my full intent. Do execution on my flesh and blood.
Not far, one Muliteus lives, my countryman ; Dem. I'll broachó the tadpoleon my rapier's point; His wife but yesternight was brought to bed; Nurse, give it me; my sword shall soon despatch it. His child is like to her, fai as you are : Aar. Sooner this sword shall plough thy bowelsup. Go pack' with him, and give the mother gold,
[Takes the Chill from the Nurse, and draws. And tell them both the circumstance of all ; Stay, murderous villains! will you kill your brother? And how by this their child shall be advanc'd Now, by the burning tapers of the sky,
And be received for the emperor's heir,
And substituted in the place of mine,
And let the emperor dandle him for his own.
[Pointing to the Nurse. Shall seize this prey out of his father's hands. And you must needs bestow her funeral ; What, what; ye sanguine, shallow-hearted boys ! The fields are near, and you are gallant grooms : Ye white-lim'd walls ! ye ale-house painted signs ! This done, see that you take no longer days, Coal black is better than another hue,
But send the midwife presently to me. In that it scorns to bear another hue :
The midwife, and the nurse well made away, For all the water in the ocean
Then let the ladies tattle what they please. Can never turn a swan's black legs to white,
Chi. Aaron, I see thou wilt not trust the air
Dem. For this care of Tamora,
Dem. Wilt thou betray thy noble mistress thus ? (Exeunt DEMETRIUS and Chiron bearing of
the Nurse. The vigour and the picture of my youth :
7 In spite of. 8 Ignominy 9 Complexion. Spit.
I Contrive, bargain with.
Aar. Now to the Goths, as swift as swallow flies ; | To send down justice for to wreak + our wrongs. There to dispose this treasure in mine arms, Come, to this gear. You are a good archer, Marcus. And secretly to greet the empress' friends.
[He gives them the Arrows. Come on, you thick-lipp'd slave, I'll bear you hence; Ad Jovem, that's for you :- Here, art Apollinem : For it is you that puts us to our shifts :
Ad Martem, that's for myself :
You were as good to shoot against the wind.
O' my word I have written to effect;
There's not a god left unsolicited.
Marc. Kinsmen, shoot all your shafts into the Enter Titus, bearing Arrows, with Letters at the
court; Ends of them ; with him Marcus, young Lucius, We will afflict the emperor in his pride. and other Gentlemen, with Bows.
Tit. Now, masters, draw. (They shoot.] O, well Tit. Come, Marcus, come; – Kinsman, this is
said, Lucius ! the way :
Marc. My lord, I aim a mile beyond the moon ; Sir boy, now let me see your archery;
Your letter is with Jupiter by this. Look ye draw home enough, and 'tis there straight : Tit. Why, there it goes : Jove give your lordship Terras Astræa reliquit :
joy. Be you remembered, Marcus, she's gone, she's fled. Sir, take you to your tools. You, cousins, shall
Enter a Clown, with a Basket and two Pigeons. Go sound the ocean, and cast your nets;
News, news from heaven! Marcus, the post is Happily you may find her in the sea ; Yet there's as little justice as at land :
Sirrah, what tidings ? have you any letters ? No; Publius and Sempronius, you must do it; Shall I have justice? what says Jupiter ? 'Tis you must dig with mattock and with spade, Clo. Ho! the gibbet-maker? he says, that he And pierce the inmost centre of the earth :
hath taken them down again, for the man must not Then, when you come to Pluto's region,
be hanged till the next week. I pray you, deliver him this petition :
Tit. But what says Jupiter, I ask thee? Tell him, it is for justice, and for aid :
Clo. Alas, sir, I know not Jupiter; I never And that it comes from old Andronicus,
drank with him in all my life. Shaken with sorrows in ungrateful Rome.
Tit. Why, villain, art not thou the carrier ? Ah, Roine ! - Well, well ; I made thee miserable, Clo. Ay, of my pigeons, sir ; nothing else. What time I threw the people's suffrages
Tit. Why didst thou not come from heaven? On him that thus doth tyrannize o'er me. —
Clo. From heaven? alas, sir, I never came there. Go, get you gone ; and pray be careful all, Why, I am going with my pigeons to the tribunal And leave you not a man of war unsearch'd ; plebs, to take up a matter of brawl betwixt my This wicked emperor may have shipp'd her hence, uncle and one of the emperial's men. And, kinsmen, then we may go pipe for justice. Marc. Why, sir, that is as fit as can be, to serve
Marc. O, Publius, is this not a heavy case, for your oration; and let him deliver the pigeons To see thy noble uncle thus distract?
to the emperor from you. Pub. Therefore, my lord, it highly us concerns, Tit. Tell me, can you deliver an oration to the By day and night to attend him carefully;
emperor with a grace? And feed his humour kindly as we may,
Clo. Nay, truly, sir, I could never say grace in all Till time beget some careful remedy.
Marc. Kinsmen, his sorrows are past remedy. Tit. Sirrah, come hither, make no more ado, Join with the Goths; and with revengeful war But give your pigeons to the emperor : Take wreak on Rome for this ingratitude,
By me thou shalt have justice at his hands. And vengeance on the traitor Saturnine.
Hold, hold; - mean while, here's money for thy Tit. Publius, how now ? how now, my masters ?
Give me a pen and ink. Have you met with her ?
Sirrah, can you with a grace deliver a supplication ? Pub. No, my good lord; but Plutus sends you Clo. Ay, sir. word
Tit. Then here is a supplication for you. And If you will have Revenge from hell, you shall : when you come to him, at the first approach, you Marry, for Justice, she is so employ'd,
must kneel; then kiss his foot; then deliver up your He thinks, with Jove in heaven, or somewhere else, pigeons; and then look for your reward, I'll be at So that perforce you must needs stay a time. hand, sir : see you do it bravely.
Tit. He doth me wrong, to feed me with delays. Clo. I warrant you, sir ; let me alone. I'll dive into the burning lake below,
Tit. Sirrah, hast thou a knife? Come, let me And pull her out of Acheron by the heels. Marcus, we are but shrubs, no cedars we;
Here, Marcus, fold it in the oration; No big-bon'd men, fram’d of the Cyclop's size : For thou hast made it like an humble suppliant: But, metal, Marcus, steel to the very back ; And when thou hast given it to the emperor, Yet wrung 2 with wrongs, more than our backs can Knock at my door, and tell me what he says. bear :
Clo. Sir; I will. And sith 3 there is no justice in earth nor hell, Tit. Come, Marcus, let's go: Publius, follow We will solicit heaven ; and move the gods,
(Exeunt. 2 Strained.
SCENE IV. — Before the Palace. Nor age, nor honour, shall shape privilege:
For this proud mock, I'll be thy slaughter-man ; Enter SATURNINUS, Tamora, CHIRON, DEMETRIUS, Sly frantick wretch, that holp’st to make me great,
Lords, and others ; SATURNINUS with the Arrows In hope thyself should govern Rome and me. in his Hand, that Tirus shot.
Enter ÆMILIUS. Sat. Why, lords, what wrongs are these ? Was
What news with thee, Æmilius ? An emperor of Rome thus overborne,
Æmil. Arm, arm, my lords; Rome never had Troubled, confronted thus : and, for the extent
more cause ! Of egal 5 justice, us'd in such contempt ?
The Goths have gather'd head; and with a power
They hither march amain, under conduct
Who threats, in course of this revenge, to do
As much as ever Coriolanus did. His sorrows hath so o'erwhelm'd his wits,
Sat. Is warlike Lucius general of the Goths ? Shall we be thus afflicted in his wreaks,
These tidings nip me; and I hang the head His fits, his frenzy, and his bitterness ?
As flowers with frost, or grass beat down with storms. And now he writes to heaven for his redress : Ay, now begin our sorrows to approach : See, here's to Jove, and this to Mercury;
'Tis he the common people love so much ; This to Apollo; this to the god of war :
Myself hath often over heard them say, Sweet scrolls to fly about the streets of Rome ! (When I have walked like a private man,) What's this, but libelling against the senate,
That Lucius' banishment was wrongfully, And blazoning our injustice every where ? And they have wish'd that Lucius were their emperor. A goodly humour, is it not, my lords ?
Tam. Why should you fear? is not your city As who would say, in Rome no justice were.
strong? But, if I live, his feigned ecstasies
Sat. Ay, but the citizens favour Lucius ; Shall be no shelter to these outrages :
And will revolt from me, to succour him. But he and his shall know, that justice lives
Tam. King, be thy thoughts imperious 7 like thy In Saturninus' health ; whom, if she sleep, He'll so awake, as she in fury shall
Is the sun dimm'd, that gnats do fly in it?
The eagle suffers little birds to sing,
Even so mayst thou the giddy men of Rome. Whose loss hath pierc'd him deep, and scarr'd his Then cheer thy spirit : for know, thou emperur, heart;
I will enchant the old Andronicus, And rather comfort his distressed plight,
With words more sweet, and yet more dangerous, Than prosecute the meanest, or the best,
Than baits to fish, or honey stalks to sheep;
Sat. But he will not entreat his son for us.
Tam. If Tamora entreat him, then he will : Then all is safe, the anchor's in the port.
For I can smooth, and fill his aged ear
With golden promises; that were his heart
Almost impregnable, his old deaf,
of warlike Lucius, and appoint the meeting, couple of pigeons here.
Even at his father's house, the old Andronicus. (Saturninus reads the Letter. Sat. Æmilius, do this message honourably : Sat. Go, take him away, and hang him presently. And if he stand on hostage for his safety, Clo. How much money must I have?
Bid him demand what pledge will please him best. Tam. Come, sirrah, you must be hang'd.
Æmil. Your bidding shall I do effectually. Clo. Hang'd! then I have brought up a neck to
[Exit ÆMILIOS a fair end.
[Erit, guarded. Tam. Now will I to that old Andronicus; Sat. Despiteful and intolerable wrongs !
And temper him with all the art I have, Shall I endure this monstrous villainy?
To pluck proud Lucius from the warlike Goths. I know from whence this same device proceeds ; And now, sweet emperor, be blithe again, May this be borne ? — as if his traitorous sons, And bury all thy fear in my devices. That died by law for murder of our brother,
Sat. Then go successfully, and plead to him. Have by my means been butcher'd wrongfully.
(Ereunt. Go, drag the villain hither by the hair ;
7 Imperial. • Equal