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 fwift away,
And find out Murders in their guilty Caves.
And when thy Car is loaden with their Heads,
I will difmount, and by thy Waggon Wheel
Trot like a fervile Foot-man all day long;
Even from Hyperion's rifing in the Eaft,
Untill his very downfall 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 arethey call'd?
Tam. Rapine and Murder, therefore called fo,
Cause they take Vengeance on fuch kind of Men.
Tit. Good Lord, how like the Empress Sons they are,
And you the Emprefs: But we Worldly Men,
Have miferable mad miftaking Eyes:

O fweet 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.
Tam. This clofing with him fits his Lunacy,

What e'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,
Ill make him fend for Lucius his Son:
And whilft I at a Banquet hold him fure,
I'll find some cunning Practice out of Hand,
To scatter and difperfe the giddy Goths,
Or at the leaft make them his Enemies:
See here he comes, and I must play my Theam.
Enter Titus.

Tit. Long have I been forlorn, and all for thee:
Welcome, dread Fury, to my woful House;
Rapine and Murther, you are welcom too:
How like the Emprefs, and her Sons you 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 Moor;

And

And would you reprefent our Queen aright,
It were convenient you had fuch a Devil:
But welcome, as you are, what fhall we do?
Tam. What wouldst thou have us do, Andronicus?
Dem. Shew me a Murtherer, I'll deal with him.
Chi. Shew me a Villain that hath done a Rape,
And I am fent to be reveng'd on him.

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

Tit. Look round about the wicked Streets of Rome, And when thou find'st a Man that's like thy felf,

• Good Murder ftab 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 refemble thee;

I pray thee do on them fome violent Death;
They have been violent to me and mine.

Tam. Well haft thou Leffon'd us; this fhall we do.
But would it please thee, good Andronicus,
To fend for Lucius thy thrice valiant Son,
Who leads towards Rome a Band of Warlike Goths,
And bid him come and Banquet at thy House.
When he is here, even at thy folemn Feast,
I will bring in the Emprefs and her Sons;
The Emperor himself, and all thy Foes,
And at thy Mercy fhall they ftoop and kneel,
And on them fhalt thou ease thy angry Heart:
What fays Andronicus to this Devife?

Enter Marcus.

Tit. Marcus my Brother, 'tis fad Titus calls;
Go gentle Marcus to thy Brother Lucius;
Thou shalt enquire him out among the Goths:
Bid him repair to me, and bring with him
Some of the chiefeft Princes of the Goths;
Bid him Encamp his Soldiers where they are;
Tell him the Emperor and the Empress too,

Feaft's

Feaft at my Houfe, and he fhal! Feaft with them;
This do thou for my love, and fo let him,
As he regards his aged Father's Life.

Mar. This will I do, and foon return again.
Tum Now will I hence about thy Business,

And take my Minifters along with me.

Tit. Nay, nay, let Rape and Murder stay with me, Or elfe I'll call my Brother back again,

And cleave to no Revenge but Lucius.

[Exit.

Tam. What fay you, Boys, will you abide with him,
Whiles I go tell my Lord, the Emperor,

How I have govern'd our determined juft?
Yield to his humour, fmooth and fpeak him fair,
And tarry with him 'till I turn again.

Tit. I know them all, tho' they fuppofe me mad,
And will o'er-reach them in their own Devifes,
A pair of curfed Hell-hounds and their Dam.

Dem. Madam, depart at pleasure, leave us here.
Tam. Farewel, Andronicus, Revenge now goes
To lay a Complot to betray thy Foes.

[Afide

[Exit Tamora.

Tit. I know thou doft, and fweet Revenge farewel. Chi. Tell us, Old Man, how fhall we be employ'd? Tit. Tut, I have work enough for you to do, Publius, come hither, Caius and Valentine.

Enter Publius and Servants.

Pub. What is your will?

Tit. Know ye these two?
Pub. The Empress Sons

I take them, Chiron, Demetrius.

Tit. Fie, Publius, fie, thou art too much deceiv'd, The one is Murder, Rape is the other's Name; And therefore bind them, gentle Publius,

Caius and Valentine, lay hands on them,

Oft have you heard me with for fuch an hour,

And now I find it, therefore bind them fure. [Exit Titus.
Chi. Villains, forbear, we are the Emprefs' Sons.
Pub. And therefore do we what we are commanded.
Stop close their Mouths; let them not speak a Word.
Is he fure bound? look that ye bind them faft.

Enter Titus Andronicus with a Knife, and Lavinia with a Bafon.
Tit. Come, come, Lavinia, look, thy Foes are bound;
VOL. IV.

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Sirs

Sirs, ftop their Mouths, let them not speak to me,
But let them hear what fearful Words I utter.
Oh Villains, Chiron and Demetrius !

Here ftands the Spring whom you have ftain'd with Mid,
This goodly Summer with your Winter mixt:
You kill'd her Husband, and for that vile Fault,
Two of her Brothers were condemn'd to Death,
My Hand cut off, and made a merry jest,

Both her fweet Hands, her Tongue, and that more dear
Than Hands or Tongue, her fpotlefs Chastity,
Inhuman Traitors, you conftrain'd and forc'd.
What would you fay if I fhould let you speak?
Villains!for fhame you could not beg for Grace.
Hark, Wretches, how I mean to Martyr you,
This one Hand yet is left to cut your Throats,
Whilst that Lavinia 'twixt her Stumps doth hold
The Bason that receives your guilty Blood.
You know your Mother means to feaft with me,
And calls her felf Revenge, and thinks me mad-
Hark, Villains, I will grind your Bones to Duft,
And with your Blood and it, I'll make a Pafte,
And of the Paste a Coffin will I rear,

And make two Pafties of your fhameful Heads,"
And bid that Strumpet, your unhallowed Dam,
Like to the Earth, fwallow her own Increase.
This is the Feast that I have bid her to,
And this the Banquet the fhall furfeit on;
For worse than Philomel you us'd my Daughter,
And worse than Progne, I will be reveng'd,
And now prepare your Throats: Lavinia, come,

He cuts their Throats, and Lavinia receives the
Blood in a Bafon.

Receive the Blood, and when that they are dead
Let me go grind their Bones to Powder fmall,
And with this hateful Liquor temper it;
And in that Pafte let their wild Heads be bak'd.
Come, come, be every one officious

To make this Banquet, which I wish might prove
More ftern and bloody than the Centaurs Feaft.
So, now bring them in, for I'll play the Cook,
And fee them ready 'gainft the Mother comes.

Exeunt.

Enter

Enter Lucius, Marcus, and Goths with Aaron Prifoner. Luc. Uncle Marcus, fince 'tis my Father's mind That I repair to Rome, I am content.

Goth. And ours with thine, befal what Fortune will. Luc. Good Uncle, take you in this barbarous Moor, This ravenous Tiger, this accursed Devil,

Let him receive no Suftenance, fetter him,
'Till he be brought unto the Emperor's Face,
For Teftimony of thefe foul proceedings,
And fee the Ambush of our Friends be strong,
I fear the Emperor means no good to us.

Aar. Some Devil whisper Curfes in my Ear,
And prompt me, that my Tongue may utter forth
The venemous Malice of my fwelling Heart.
Luc.Away, inhuman Dog, unhallowed Slave,

[Exeunt Goths with Aaron. [Flourish.

Sirs, help our Uncle, to convey him in.
The Trumpets fhew the Emperor is at hand.

Sound Trumpets. Enter Emperor and Empress, with Tri

bunes and others.

Sat. What, hath the Firmament more Suns than one?
Luc. What boots it thee to call thy felf a Sun?
Mar. Rome's Emperor and Nephew break the Parley,
These Quarrels must be quietly Debated:

The Feaft is ready, which the careful Titus
Hath ordained to an honourable end,

For Peace, for Love, for League, and good to Rome :
Please you therefore draw nigh and take your places.

Sat. Marcus, we will.

[Hautboys. A Table brought in. Enter Titus like a Cook, placing the Meat on the Table, and Lavinia with a Veil over her Face. Titus. Welcome, my gracious Lord, Welcome, Dread Queen,

Welcome, ye Warlike Goths, welcome Lucius, And welcome all; although the Cheer be poor, 'Twill fill your Stomachs, please you eat of it.

Sa. Why art thou thus attir'd, Andronicus? Tit. Because I would be fure to have all well, To entertain your Highness, and your Empress. Tam. We are beholding to you, good Andronicus. Tit. And if your Highness knew my Heart, you were; My Lord, the Emperor, refolve me this?

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