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The Lamentable Tragedie of
Titus
Andronicus. §
Actus Primus. Scoena Prima.
[Act 1, Scene 1] §
Flourish. Enter the Tribunes
and Senators aloft And then
enter Saturninus and his Followers at one doore,
and Bassianus and his Followers at the
other, with Drum & Colours.
enter Saturninus and his Followers at one doore,
and Bassianus and his Followers at the
other, with Drum & Colours.
Saturninus.
Noble Patricians, Patrons of my
right,
Defend the iustice of my Cause with Armes.
And Countrey‑men, my louing Followers,
Pleade my Successiue Title with your Swords.
5 I was the first borne Sonne, that was the last
That wore the Imperiall Diadem of Rome:
Then let my Fathers Honours liue in me,
Nor wrong mine Age with this indignitie.
Bassianus.
Romaines, Friends, Followers,
10 Fauourers of my Right:
If euer Bassianus, Cæsars Sonne,
Were gracious in the eyes of Royall Rome,
Keepe then this passage to the Capitoll:
And suffer not Dishonour to approach
15 Th' Imperiall Seate to Vertue: consecrate
To Iustice, Continence, and Nobility:
But let Desert in pure Election shine;
And Romanes, fight for Freedome in your Choice.
Enter Marcus Andronicus
aloft with the Crowne.
Princes, that striue by Factions, and by Friends,
20 Ambitiously for Rule and Empery:
Know, that the people of Rome for whom we stand
A speciall Party, haue by Common voyce
In Election for the Romane Emperie,
Chosen Andronicus, Sur‑named Pious,
25 For many good and great deserts to Rome.
A Nobler man, a brauer Warriour,
Liues not this day within the City Walles.
He by the Senate is accited home
From weary Warres against the barbarous Gothes,
30 That with his Sonnes (a terror to our Foes)
Hath yoak'd a Nation strong, train'd vp in
Armes.
Ten yeares are spent, since first he vndertooke
This Cause of Rome, and chasticed with Armes
Our Enemies pride. Fiue times he hath return'd
35 Bleeding to Rome, bearing his Valiant Sonnes
In Coffins from the Field.
And now at last, laden with Honours Spoyles,
Returnes the good Andronicus to Rome,
Renowned Titus, flourishing in Armes
40 Let vs intreat, by Honour of his Name,
Whom (worthily) you would haue now succeede,
And in the Capitoll and Senates right,
Whom you pretend to Honour and Adore,
That you withdraw you, and abate your Strength,
45 Dismisse your Followers, and as Suters should,
Pleade your Deserts in Peace and Humblenesse.
Saturnine.
How fayre the Tribune speakes,
To calme my thoughts.
Bassia.
Marcus Andronicus, so I do affie
50 In thy vprightnesse and Integrity:
And so I Loue and Honor thee, and thine,
Thy Noble Brother Titus, and his
Sonnes,
And Her (to whom my thoughts are humbled all)
Gracious Lauinia, Romes rich Ornament,
55 That I will heere dismisse my louing Friends:
And to my Fortunes, and the Peoples Fauour,
Commit my Cause in ballance to be weigh'd.
Exit Souldiours.
Saturnine.
Friends, that haue beene
Thus forward in my Right,
60 I thanke you all, and heere Dismisse you all,
And to the Loue and Fauour of my Countrey,
Commit my Selfe, my Person, and the Cause:
Rome, be as iust and gracious vnto me,
As I am confident and kinde to thee.
65 Open the Gates, and let me in.
Bassia.
[66] Tribunes, and me, a poore Competitor.
Flourish. They go vp
into the Senat house.
Enter a Captaine.
Cap.
Romanes make way: the good Andronicus,
Patron of Vertue, Romes best Champion,
Successefull in the Battailes that he fights,
70 With Honour and with Fortune is return'd,
From whence he circumscribed with his Sword,
And brought to yoke the Enemies of Rome.
Sound Drummes and Trumpets. And then enter two of Titus
Sonnes; After them, two men bearing a Coffin couered
with blacke, then two other Sonnes. After them, Titus
Andronicus, and then Tamora the Queene of Gothes, &
her two Sonnes Chiron and Demetrius, with Aaron the
Moore, and others, as many as can bee: They set d[.......]
Coffin, and Titus speakes.
Sonnes; After them, two men bearing a Coffin couered
with blacke, then two other Sonnes. After them, Titus
Andronicus, and then Tamora the Queene of Gothes, &
her two Sonnes Chiron and Demetrius, with Aaron the
Moore, and others, as many as can bee: They set d[.......]
Coffin, and Titus speakes.
Andronicus.
Haile Rome:
Victorious in thy Mourning Weedes:
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The Lamentable Tragedie of Titus Andronicus.
75 Loe as the Barke that hath discharg'd his fraught,
Returnes with precious lading to the Bay,
From whence at first she wegih'd weigh'd her
Anchorage:
Commeth Andronicus bound with Lawrell
bowes,
To resalute his Country with his teares,
80 Teares of true ioy for his returne to Rome,
Thou great defender of this Capitoll,
Stand gracious to the Rites that we intend.
Romaines, of fiue and twenty Valiant Sonnes,
Halfe of the number that King Priam
had,
85 Behold the poore remaines aliue and dead!
These that Suruiue, let Rome reward with Loue:
These that I bring vnto their latest home,
With buriall amongst their Auncestors.
Heere Gothes haue giuen me leaue to sheath my Sword:
90 Titus vnkinde, and carelesse of thine
owne,
Why suffer'st thou thy Sonnes vnburied
yet,
To houer on the dreadfull shore of Stix?
Make way to lay them by their Bretheren.
They open the
Tombe.
There greete in silence as the dead are wont,
95 And sleepe in peace, slaine in your Countries warres:
O sacred receptacle of my ioyes,
Sweet Cell of vertue and Noblitie Nobilitie,
How many Sonnes of mine hast thou in store,
That thou wilt neuer render to me more?
Luc.
100 Giue vs the proudest prisoner of the Gothes,
That we may hew his limbes, and on a pile
Ad manus fratrum, sacrifice his
flesh:
Before this earthly prison of their bones,
That so the shadowes be not vnappeas'd,
105 Nor we disturb'd with prodigies on earth.
Tit.
I giue him you, the Noblest that Suruiues,
The eldest Son of this distressed Queene.
Tam.
Stay Romaine Bretheren, gracious Conqueror,
Victorious Titus, rue the teares I
shed,
110 A Mothers teares in passion for her sonne:
And if thy Sonnes were euer deere to thee,
Oh thinke my sonnes to be as deere to mee.
Sufficeth not, that we are brought to Rome
To beautifie thy Triumphs, and returne
115 Captiue to thee, and to thy Romaine yoake,
But must my Sonnes be slaughtred in the streetes,
For Valiant doings in their Countries cause?
O! If to fight for King and Common‑weale,
Were piety in thine, it is in these:
120 Andronicus, staine not thy Tombe
with blood.
Wilt thou draw neere the nature of the Gods?
Draw neere them then in being mercifull.
Sweet mercy is Nobilities true badge,
Thrice Noble Titus, spare my
first borne sonne.
Tit.
125 Patient your selfe Madam, and pardon me.
These are the Brethren, whom you Gothes beheld
Aliue and dead, and for their Bretheren slaine,
Religiously they aske a sacrifice:
To this your sonne is markt, and die he must,
130 T' appease their groaning shadowes that are gone.
Luc.
Away with him, and make a fire straight,
And with our Swords vpon a pile of wood,
Let's hew his limbes till they be cleane
consum'd.
Exit Sonnes with
Alarbus.
[.......] irreligious piety.
135 [........] Scythia halfe so barbarous?
[..........] Scythia to ambitious Rome,
Alarbus goes to rest, and we
suruiue,
To tremble vnder Titus threatning lookes.
Then Madam stand resolu'd, but hope withall,
140 The selfe same Gods that arm'd the Queene of Troy
With opportunitie of sharpe reuenge
Vpon the Thracian Tyrant in his Tent,
May fauour Tamora the Queene of Gothes,
(When Gothes were Gothes, and Tamora was
Queene)
145 To quit the bloody wrongs vpon her foes.
Enter the Sonnes of
Andronicus againe.
Luci.
See Lord and Father, how we haue perform'd
Our Romaine rightes, Alarbus limbs are
lopt,
And intrals feede the sacrifising fire,
Whole smoke like incense doth perfume the skie.
150 Remaineth nought but to interre our Brethren,
And with low'd Larums welcome them to Rome.
Tit.
Let it be so, and let Andronicus
Make this his latest farewell to their soules.
Flourish. Then Sound Trumpets, and lay the
Coffins in the Tombe.
In peace and Honour rest you heere my Sonnes,
155 Romes readiest Champions, repose you heere in rest,
Secure from worldly chaunces and mishaps:
Heere lurks no Treason, heere no enuie swels,
Heere grow no damned grudges, heere are no stormes,
No noyse, but silence and Eternall sleepe,
160 In peace and Honour rest you heere my Sonnes.
Enter Lauinia.
Laui.
In peace and Honour, liue Lord Titus
long,
My Noble Lord and Father, liue in Fame:
Loe at this Tombe my tributarie teares,
I render for my Bretherens Obsequies:
165 And at thy feete I kneele, with teares of ioy
Shed on the earth for thy returne to Rome.
O blesse me heere with thy victorious hand,
Whose Fortune Romes best Citizens applau'd.
Ti.
Kind Rome,
170 That hast thus louingly reseru'd
The Cordiall of mine age to glad my hart,
Lauinia liue, out‑liue thy Fathers
dayes:
And Fames eternall date for vertues praise.
Marc.
Long liue Lord Titus, my beloued
brother,
175 Gracious Triumpher in the eyes of Rome.
Tit.
Thankes Gentle Tribune,
Noble brother Marcus.
Mar.
And welcome Nephews from succesfull wars,
You that suruiue and you that sleepe in Fame:
180 Faire Lords your Fortunes are all alike in all,
That in your Countries seruice drew your Swords.
But safer Triumph is this Funerall Pompe,
That hath aspir'd to Solons Happines,
And Triumphs ouer chaunce in honours bed.
185 Titus Andronicus, the people of Rome,
Whose friend in iustice thou hast euer bene,
Send thee by me their Tribune and their trust,
This Palliament of white and spotlesse Hue,
And name thee in Election for the Empire,
190 With these our late deceased Emperours Sonnes:
Be Candidatus then, and put it on,
And helpe to set a head on headlesse Rome.
Tit.
A better head her Glorious body fits,
Then his that shakes for age and feeblenesse:
What
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195 What should I d'on this Robe and trouble you,
Be chosen with proclamations to day,
To morrow yeeld vp rule, resigne my life,
And set abroad new businesse for you all.
Rome I haue bene thy Souldier forty yeares,
200 And led my Countries strength successefully,
And buried one and twenty Valiant Sonnes,
Knighted in Field, slaine manfully in Armes,
In right and Seruice of their Noble Countrie:
Giue me a staffe of Honour for mine age,
205 But not a Scepter to controule the world,
Vpright he held it Lords, that held it last
Mar.
[207] Titus, thou shalt obtaine and aske the Emperie.
Sat.
[208] Proud and ambitious Tribune can'st thou tell?
Titus.
[209] Patience Prince Saturninus.
Sat.
210 Romaines do me right.
Patricians draw your Swords, and sheath them not
Till Saturninus be Romes Emperour:
Andronicus would thou wert shipt to
hell,
Rather then rob me of the peoples harts.
Luc.
215 Proud Saturnine, interrupter of the
good
That Noble minded Titus meanes to thee.
Tit.
Content thee Prince, I will restore to thee
The peoples harts, and weane them from themselues.
Bass.
Andronicus, I do not flatter
thee
220 But Honour thee, and will doe till I die:
My Faction if thou strengthen with thy Friend?
I will most thankefull be, and thankes to men
Of Noble mindes, is Honourable Meede.
Tit.
People of Rome, and Noble Tribunes heere,
225 I aske your voyces and your Suffrages,
Will you bestow them friendly on Andronicus?
Tribunes.
To gratifie the good Andronicus,
And Gratulate his safe returne to Rome,
The people will accept whom he admits.
Tit.
230 Tribunes I thanke you, and this sure I make,
That you Create your Emperours eldest sonne,
Lord Saturnine, whose Vertues will I
hope,
Reflect on Rome as Tytans Rayes on earth,
And ripen Iustice in this Common‑weale:
235 Then if you will elect by my aduise,
Crowne him, and say: Long liue our Emperour.
Mar.
An. With Voyces and applause of euery
sort,
Patricians and Plebeans we Create
Lord Saturninus Romes Great Emperour.
240 And say, Long liue our Emperour
Saturnine.
A long Flourish till they come downe.
Satu.
Titus Andronicus, for thy Fauours
done,
To vs in our Election this day,
I giue thee thankes in part of thy Deserts,
245 And will with Deeds requite thy gentlenesse:
And for an Onset Titus to aduance
Thy Name, and Honorable Familie,
Lauinia will I make my Empresse,
Romes Royall Mistris, Mistris of my hart
250 And in the Sacred Pathan her espouse:
Tell me Andronicus doth this motion please
thee?
Tit.
It doth my worthy Lord, and in this match,
I hold me Highly Honoured of your Grace,
And heere in sight of Rome, to Saturnine,
255 King and Commander of our Common‑weale,
The Wide‑worlds Emperour, do I Consecrate,
My Sword, my Chariot, and my Prisonerss Prisoners,
Presents well Worthy Romes Imperiall Lord:
Receiue them then, the Tribute that I owe,
260 Mine Honours Ensignes humbled at my feete.
Satu.
Thankes Noble Titus, Father of my
life,
How proud I am of thee, and of thy gifts
Rome shall record, and when I do forget
The least of these vnspeakable Deserts,
265 Romans forget your Fealtie to me.
Tit.
Now Madam are your prisoner to an Emperour,
To him that for you Honour and your State,
Will vse you Nobly and your followers.
Satu.
A goodly Lady, trust me of the Hue
270 That I would choose, were I to choose a new:
Cleere vp Faire Queene that cloudy countenance,
Though chance of warre
Hath wrought this change of cheere,
Thou com'st not to be made a scorne in Rome:
275 Princely shall be thy vsage euery way.
Rest on my word, and let not discontent
Daunt all your hopes: Madam he comforts you,
Can make your Greater then the Queene of Gothes?
Lauinia you are not displeas'd
with this?
Lau.
280 Not I my Lord, sith true Nobilitie,
Warrants these words in Princely curtesie.
Sat.
Thankes sweete Lauinia, Romans let vs
goe:
Ransomlesse heere we set our Prisoners free,
Proclaime our Honors Lords with Trumpe and Drum.
Bass.
[285] Lord Titus by your leaue, this Maid is mine.
Tit.
[286] How sir? Are you in earnest then my Lord?
Bass.
I Noble Titus, and resolu'd
withall,
To doe my selfe this reason, and this right.
Marc.
Suum cuiquam, is our Romane
Iustice,
290 This Prince in Iustice ceazeth but his owne.
Luc.
[291] And that he will and shall, if Lucius liue.
Tit.
Traytors auant, where is the Emperours Guarde?
Treason my Lord, Lauinia is
surpris'd.
Sat.
[294] Surpris'd, by whom?
Bass.
295 By him that iustly may
Beare his Betroth'd, from all the world away.
Muti.
Brothers helpe to conuey her hence away,
And with my Sword Ile keepe this doore safe.
Tit.
[299] Follow my Lord, and Ile soone bring her backe.
Mut.
[300] My Lord you passe not heere.
Tit.
[301] What villaine Boy, bar'st me my way in Rome?
Mut.
[302] Helpe Lucius helpe.
He
kils him.
Luc.
My Lord you are vniust, and more then so,
In wrongfull quarrell, you haue slaine your son.
Tit.
305 Nor thou, nor he are any sonnes of mine,
My sonnes would neuer so dishonour me.
Traytor restore Lauinia to the
Emperour.
Luc.
Dead if you will, but not to be his wife,
That is anothers lawfull promist Loue.
Enter aloft the Emperour
with Tamora and her two
sonnes, and Aaron the Moore.
sonnes, and Aaron the Moore.
Empe.
310 No Titus, no, the Emperour needs her
not,
Nor her, nor thee, nor any of thy stocke:
Ile trust by Leisure him that mocks me once.
Thee neuer: nor thy Trayterous haughty sonnes,
Confederates all, thus to dishonour me.
315 Was none in Rome to make a stale
But Saturnine? Full well Andronicus
Agree these Deeds, with that proud bragge of thine,
That said'st, I beg'd the Empire at thy
hands.
Tit.
[319] O monstrous, what reproachfull words are these?
Sat.
320 But goe thy wayes, goe giue that changing peece,
To him that flourisht for her with his Sword:
A Valliant sonne in‑law thou shalt enioy:
One, fit to bandy with thy lawlesse Sonnes,
To
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The Lamentable Tragedie of Titus Andronicus.
To ruffle in the Common‑wealth of Rome.
Tit.
[325] These words are Razors to my wounded hart
Sat.
And therefore louely Tamora Queene of
Gothes,
That like the stately Thebe
mong'st her Nimphs
Dost ouer‑shine the Gallant'st Dames of
Rome,
If thou be pleas'd with this my sodaine choyse,
330 Behold I choose thee Tamora for my
Bride,
And will Create thee Empresse of Rome.
Speake Queene of Goths dost thou applau'd my
choyse?
And heere I sweare by all the Romaine Gods,
Sith Priest and Holy‑water are so neere,
335 And Tapers burne so bright, and euery thing
In readines for Hymeneus stand,
I will not resalute the streets of Rome,
Or clime my Pallace, till from forth this place,
I leade espous'd my Bride along with me.
Tamo.
340 And heere in sight of heauen to Rome I sweare,
If Saturnine aduance the Queen of
Gothes,
Shee will a Hand‑maid be to his desires,
A louing Nurse, a Mother to his youth.
Satur.
Ascend Faire Qeene Queene,
345 Panthean Lords, accompany
Your Noble Emperour and his louely Bride,
Sent by the heauens for Prince Saturnine,
Whose wisedome hath her Fortune Conquered,
There shall we Consummate our Spousall rites.
Exeunt omnes.
Tit.
350 I am not bid to waite vpon this Bride:
Titus when wer't thou wont to walke
alone,
Dishonoured thus and Challenged of wrongs?
Enter Marcus and Titus
Sonnes.
Mar.
O Titus see! O see what thou hast
done!
In a bad quarrell, slaine a Vertuous sonne.
Tit.
355 No foolish Tribune, no: No sonne of mine,
Nor thou, nor these Confedrates in the deed,
That hath dishonoured all our Family,
Vnworthy brother, and vnworthy Sonnes.
Luci.
But let vs giue him buriall as becomes:
360 Giue Mutius buriall with our
Bretheren.
Tit.
Traytors away, he rest's not in this Tombe:
This Monument fiue hundreth yeares hath stood,
Which I haue Sumptuously re‑edified.
Heere none but Souldiers, and Romes Seruitors,
365 Repose in Fame: None basely slaine in braules,
Bury him where you can, he comes not heere.
Mar.
My Lord this is impiety in you,
My Nephew Mutius deeds do plead for
him,
He must be buried with his bretheren.
Titus two Sonnes
speakes
370 And shall, or him we will accompany.
Ti.
[371] And shall! What villaine was it spake that word?
Titus sonne speakes.
He that would vouch'd it in any place but heere.
Tit.
[372] What would you bury him in my despight?
Mar.
No Noble Titus, but intreat of thee,
To pardon Mutius, and to bury him.
Tit.
375 Marcus, Euen thou hast stroke vpon
my Crest,
And with these Boyes mine Honour thou hast wounded,
My foes I doe repute you euery one.
So trouble me no more, but get you gone.
1. Sonne.
[379] He is not himselfe, let vs withdraw.
2. Sonne.
380 Not I tell Mutius bones be buried.
The Brother and the sonnes kneele.
Mar.
[382] Brother, for in that name doth nature plea'd.
2. Sonne.
[383] Father, and in that name doth nature speake.
Tit.
[384] Speake thou no more if all the rest will speede.
Mar.
[385] Renowned Titus more then halfe my soule.
Luc.
[386] Deare Father, soule and substance of vs all.
Mar.
Suffer thy brother Marcus to
interre
His Noble Nephew heere in vertues nest,
That died in Honour and Lauinia's
cause.
390 Thou art a Romaine, be not barbarous:
The Greekes vpon aduise did bury Aiax
That slew himselfe: And Laertes sonne,
Did graciously plead for his Funerals:
Let not young Mutius then that was thy
ioy,
395 Be bar'd his entrance heere.
Tit.
Rise Marcus, rise,
The dismall'st day is this that ere I saw,
To be dishonored by my Sonnes in Rome:
Well, bury him, and bury me the next.
They put him in the Tombe.
Luc.
400 There lie thy bones sweet Mutius with thy
(friends
(friends
Till we with Trophees do adorne thy Tombe.
They all kneele and say.
No man shed teares for Noble Mutius,
He liues in Fame, that di'd in vertues cause.
Exit.
Mar.
My Lord to step out of these sudden dumps,
How comes it that the subtile Queene of Gothes,
Is of a sodaine thus aduanc'd in Rome?
Ti.
405 I know not Marcus: but I know it is,
(Whether by deuise or no) the heauens can tell,
Is she not then beholding to the man,
That brought her for this high good turne so farre?
Yes, and will Nobly him remunerate.
Flourish.
Enter the Emperor, Tamora, and her two sons, with the Moore
at one doore. Enter at the other doore Bassianus and
Lauinia with others
Enter the Emperor, Tamora, and her two sons, with the Moore
at one doore. Enter at the other doore Bassianus and
Lauinia with others
Sat.
410 So Bassianus, you haue plaid your
prize,
God giue you ioy sir of your Gallant Bride.
Bass.
And you of yours my Lord: I say no more,
Nor wish no lesse, and so I take my leaue.
Sat.
Traytor, if Rome haue law, or we haue power,
415 Thou and thy Faction shall repent this Rape.
Bass.
Rape call you it my Lord, to cease my owne,
My true betrothed Loue, and now my wife?
But let the lawes of Rome determine all,
Meane while I am possest of that is mine.
Sat.
420 'Tis good sir: you are very short with vs,
But if we liue, weele be as sharpe with you.
Bass.
My Lord, what I haue done as best I may,
Answere I must, and shall do with my life,
Onely thus much I giue your Grace to know,
425 By all the duties that I owe to Rome,
This Noble Gentleman Lord Titus heere,
Is in opinion and in honour wrong'd,
That in the rescue of Lauinia,
With his owne hand did slay his youngest Son,
430 In zeale to you, and highly mou'd to wrath.
To be controul'd in that he frankly gaue:
Receiue him then to fauour Saturnine,
That hath expre'st himselfe in all his deeds,
A Father and a friend to thee, and Rome.
Tit.
435 Prince Bassianus leaue to plead my
Deeds,
'Tis thou, and those, that haue dishonoured me,
Rome and the righteous heauens be my iudge,
How I haue lou'd and Honour'd Saturnine.
Tam.
My worthy Lord if euer Tamora,
Were
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440 Were gracious in those Princely eyes of thine,
Then heare me speake indifferently for all:
And at my sute (sweet) pardon what is past.
Satu.
What Madam, be dishonoured openly,
And basely put it vp without reuenge?
Tam.
445 Not so my Lord,
The Gods of Rome fore‑fend,
I should be Authour to dishonour you.
But on mine honour dare, I vndertake
For good Lord Titus innocence in all:
450 Whose fury not dissembled speakes his griefes:
Then at my sute looke graciously on him,
Loose not so noble a friend on vaine suppose,
Nor with sowre lookes afflict his gentle heart.
My Lord, be rul'd by me, be wonne at last,
455 Dissemble all your griefes and discontents,
You are but newly planted in your Throne,
Least then the people, and Patricians too,
Vpon a iust suruey take Titus
part,
And so supplant vs for ingratitude,
460 Which Rome reputes to be a hainous sinne.
Yeeld at intreats, and then let me alone:
Ile finde a day to massacre them all,
And race their faction, and their familie,
The cruell Father, and his trayt'rous sonnes,
465 To whom I sued for my deare sonnes life.
And make them know what 'tis to let a Queene.
Kneele in the streetes, and beg for grace in vaine.
Come, come, sweet Emperour, (come Andronicus)
Take vp this good old man, and cheere the heart,
470 That dies in tempest of thy angry frowne.
King.
Rise Titus, rise,
My Empresse hath preuail'd.
Titus.
I thanke your Maiestie,
And her my Lord.
475 These words, these lookes,
Infuse new life in me.
Tamo.
Titus, I am incorparate in Rome,
A Roman now adopted happily.
And must aduise the Emperour for his good,
480 This day all quarrels die Andronicus.
And let it be mine honour good my Lord,
That I haue reconcil'd your friends and you.
For you Prince Bassianus, I haue
past
My word and promise to the Emperour,
485 That you will be more milde and tractable.
And feare not Lords:
And you Lauinia,
By my aduise all humbled on your knees,
You shall aske pardon of his Maiestie.
Son.
490 We doe,
And vow to heauen, and to his Highnes,
That what we did, was mildly, as we might,
Tendring our sisters honour and our owne.
Mar.
[494] That on mine honour heere I do protest.
King.
[495] Away and talke not, trouble vs no more.
Tamora.
Nay, nay,
Sweet Emperour, we must all be friends,
The Tribune and his Nephews kneele for grace,
I will not be denied, sweet hart looke back.
King.
500 Marcus,
For thy sake and thy brothers heere,
And at my louely Tamora's
intreats,
I doe remit these young mens haynous faults.
Stand vp: Lauinia, though you left me like
a churle,
505 I found a friend, and sure as death I sware,
I would not part a Batchellour from the Priest.
Come, if the Emperours Court can feast two Brides,
You are my guest Lauinia, and your
friends:
This day shall be a Loue‑day Tamora.
Tit.
510 To morrow and it please your Maiestie,
To hunt the Panther and the Hart with me,
With horne and Hound,
Weele giue your Grace Bon iour.
Satur.
[514] Be it so Titus, and Gramercy to.
Exeunt.
Actus Secunda.
[Act 2, Scene 1] §
Flourish. Enter Aaron
alone.
Aron.
515 Now climbeth Tamora Olympus toppe,
Safe out of Fortunes shot, and sits aloft,
Secure of Thunders cracke or lightning flash,
Aduanc'd about pale enuies threatning reach:
As when the golden Sunne salutes the morne,
520 And hauing gilt the Ocean with his beames,
Gallops the Zodiacke in his glistering Coach,
And ouer‑lookes the highest piering hills:
So Tamora
Vpon her wit doth earthly honour waite,
525 And vertue stoopes and trembles at her frowne.
Then Aaron arme thy hart, and fit
thy thoughts,
To mount aloft with thy Emperiall Mistris,
And mount her pitch, whom thou in triumph long
Hast prisoner held, fettred in amorous chaines,
530 And faster bound to Aarons charming
eyes,
Then is Prometheus ti'de to Caucasus.
Away with slauish weedes, and idle thoughts,
I will be bright and shine in Pearle and Gold,
To waite vpon this new made Empresse.
535 To waite said I? To wanton with this Queene,
This Goddesse, this Semerimis, this
Queene,
This Syren, that will charme Romes Saturnine,
And see his shipwracke, and his Common weales.
Hollo, what storme is this?
Enter Chiron and Demetrius
brauing.
Dem.
540 Chiron thy yeres wants wit, thy wit wants
edge
And manners to intru'd where I am grac'd,
And may for ought thou know'st affected
be.
Chi.
Demetrius, thou doo'st
ouer‑weene in all,
And so in this, to beare me downe with braues,
545 'Tis not the difference of a yeere or two
Makes me lesse gracious, or thee more fortunate:
I am as able, and as fit, as thou,
To serue, and to deserue my Mistris grace,
And that my sword vpon thee shall approue,
550 And plead my passions for Lauinia's loue.
Aron.
[551] Clubs, clubs, these louers will not keep the peace.
Dem.
Why Boy, although our mother (vnaduised)
Gaue you a daunsing Rapier by your side,
Are you so desperate growne to threat your friends?
555 Goe too: haue your Lath glued within your sheath,
Till you know better how to handle it.
Chi.
Meane while sir, with the little skill I haue,
Full well shalt thou perceiue how much I dare.
Deme.
[559] I Boy, grow ye so braue?
They drawe.
Aron.
560 Why how now Lords?
So nere the Emperours Pallace dare you draw,
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And maintaine such a quarrell openly?
Full well I wote, the ground of all this grudge.
I would not for a million of Gold,
565 The cause were knowne to them it most concernes.
Nor would your noble mother for much more
Be so dishonored in the Court of Rome:
For shame put vp.
Deme.
Not I, till I haue sheath'd
570 My rapier in his bosome, and withall
Thrust these reprochfull speeches downe his throat,
That he hath breath'd in my dishonour heere.
Chi.
For that I am prepar'd, and full resolu'd,
Foule spoken Coward,
575 That thundrest with thy tongue,
And with thy weapon nothing dar'st performe.
Aron.
A way I say.
Now by the Gods that warlike Gothes adore,
This pretty brabble will vndoo vs all:
580 Why Lords, and thinke you not how dangerous
It is to set vpon a Princes right?
What is Lauinia then become so loose,
Or Bassianus so degenerate,
That for her loue such quarrels may be broacht,
585 Without controulement, Iustice, or reuenge?
Young Lords beware, and should the Empresse know,
This discord ground, the musicke would not please.
Chi.
I care not I, knew she and all the world,
I loue Lauinia more then all the
world.
Demet.
590 Youngling,
Learne thou to make some meaner choise,
Lauinia is thine elder brothers hope.
Aron.
Why are ye mad? Or know ye not in Rome,
How furious and impatient they be,
595 And cannot brooke Competitors in loue?
I tell you Lords, you doe but plot your deaths,
By this deuise.
Chi.
Aaron, a thousand deaths would I
propose,
To atchieue her whom I do loue.
Aron.
[600] To atcheiue her, how?
Deme.
Why, mak'st thou it so strange?
Shee is a woman, therefore may be woo'd,
Shee is a woman, therfore may be wonne,
Shee is Lauinia therefore must be
lou'd.
605 What man, more water glideth by the Mill
Then wots the Miller of, and easie it is
Of a cut loafe to steale a shiue we know:
Though Bassianus be the Emperours
brother,
Better then he haue worne Vulcans
badge.
Aron.
[610] I, and as good as Saturnius may.
Deme.
Then why should he dispaire that knowes to court it
With words, faire lookes, and liberality:
What hast not thou full often strucke a Doe,
And borne her cleanly by the Keepers nose?
Aron.
615 Why then it seemes some certaine snatch or so
Would serue your turnes.
Chi.
[617] I so the turne were serued.
Deme.
[618] Aaron thou hast hit it.
Aron.
Would you had hit it too,
620 Then should not we be tir'd with this adoo:
Why harke yee, harke yee, and are you such fooles,
To square for this? Would it offend you then?
Chi.
[623] Faith not me.
Deme.
[624] Nor me, so I were one.
Aron.
625 For shame be friends, & ioyne for that you iar:
'Tis pollicie, and stratageme must doe
That you affect, and so must you resolue,
That what you cannot as you would atcheiue,
You must perforce accomplish as you may:
630 Take this of me, Lucrece was not more
chast
Then this Lauinia, Bassianus loue,
A speedier course this lingring languishment
Must we pursue, and I haue found the path:
My Lords, a solemne hunting is in hand.
635 There will the louely Roman Ladies troope:
The Forrest walkes are wide and spacious,
And many vnfrequented plots there are,
Fitted by kinde for rape and villanie:
Single you thither then this dainty Doe,
640 And strike her home by force, if not by words:
This way or not at all, stand you in hope.
Come, come, our Empresse with her sacred wit
To villainie and vengance consecrate,
Will we acquaint with all that we intend,
645 And she shall file our engines with aduise,
That will not suffer you to square your selues,
But to your wishes height aduance you both.
The Emperours Court is like the house of Fame,
The pallace full of tongues, of eyes, of eares:
650 The Woods are ruthlesse, dreadfull, deafe, and dull:
There speake, and strike braue Boyes, & take your
turnes.
There serue your lusts, shadow'd from heauens
eye,
And reuell in Lauinia's
Treasurie.
Chi.
[654] Thy counsell Lad smells of no cowardise.
Deme.
655 Sit fas aut nefas, till I
finde the streames,
To coole this heat, a Charme to calme their fits,
Per Stigia per manes Vehor.
Exeunt.
[Act 2, Scene 2] §
Enter Titus Andronicus and
his three sonnes, making a noyse
with hounds and hornes, and Marcus.
with hounds and hornes, and Marcus.
Tit.
The hunt is vp, the morne is bright and gray,
The fields are fragrant, and the Woods are greene,
660 Vncouple heere, and let vs make a bay,
And wake the Emperour, and his louely Bride,
And rouze the Prince, and ring a hunters peale,
That all the Court may eccho with the noyse.
Sonnes let it be your charge, as it is ours,
665 To attend the Emperours person carefully:
I haue bene troubled in my sleepe this night,
But dawning day new comfort hath inspir'd.
Winde Hornes
Heere a cry of houndes, and
winde hornes in a peale, then
Enter Saturninus, Tamora, Bassianus, Lauinia, Chiron, De
metrius, and their Attendants
Enter Saturninus, Tamora, Bassianus, Lauinia, Chiron, De
metrius, and their Attendants
Ti.
Many good morrowes to your Maiestie,
Madam to you as many and as good.
670 I promised your Grace, a Hunters peale.
Satur.
And you haue rung it lustily my Lords,
Somewhat to earely for new married Ladies.
Bass.
[673] Lauinia, how say you?
Laui.
I say no:
675 I haue bene awake two houres and more.
Satur.
Come on then, horse and Chariots let vs haue,
And to our sport: Madam, now shall ye see,
Our Romaine hunting.
Mar.
I haue dogges my Lord,
680 Will rouze the proudest Panther in the Chase,
And clime the highest Pomontary Promontary top.
Tit.
And I haue horse will follow where the game
Makes way, and runnes likes Swallowes ore the plaine
Deme.
Chiron we hunt not we, with Horse nor
Hound
685 But hope to plucke a dainty Doe to ground.
Exeunt.
[Act 2, Scene 3] §
Enter Aaron alone.
Aron.
He that had wit, would thinke that I had none,
To bury so much Gold vnder a Tree,
And neuer after to inherit it.
Let him that thinks of me so abiectly,
690 Know that this Gold must coine a stratageme,
Which cunningly effected, will beget
A very excellent peece of villany:
And so repose sweet Gold for their vnrest,
That haue their Almes out of the Empresse Chest.
Enter Tamora to the
Moore.
Tamo.
695 My louely Aaron,
Wherefore look'st thou sad,
When euery thing doth make a Gleefull boast?
The Birds chaunt melody on euery bush,
The Snake lies rolled in the chearefull Sunne,
700 The greene leaues quiuer, with the cooling winde,
And make a cheker'd shadow on the ground:
Vnder their sweete shade, Aaron let vs
sit,
And whil'st the babling Eccho mock's the
Hounds,
Replying shrilly to the well tun'd‑Hornes,
705 As if a double hunt were heard at once,
Let vs sit downe, and marke their yelping noyse:
And after conflict, such as was suppos'd.
The wandring Prince and Dido once
enioy'd,
When with a happy storme they were surpris'd,
710 And Curtain'd with a Counsaile‑keeping Caue,
We may each wreathed in the others armes,
(Our pastimes done) possesse a Golden slumber,
Whiles Hounds and Hornes, and sweet Melodious Birds
Be vnto vs, as is a Nurses Song
715 Of Lullabie, to bring her Babe asleepe.
Aron.
Madame,
Though Venus gouerne your desires,
Saturne is Dominator ouer mine:
What signifies my deadly standing eye,
720 My silence, and my Cloudy Melancholie,
My fleece of Woolly haire, that now vncurles,
Euen as an Adder when she doth vnrowle
To do some fatall execution?
No Madam, these are no Veneriall signes,
725 Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand,
Blood, and reuenge, are Hammering in my head.
Harke Tamora, the Empresse of my
Soule,
Which neuer hopes more heauen, then rests in thee,
This is the day of Doome for Bassianus;
730 His Philomel must loose her tongue
to day,
Thy Sonnes make Pillage of her Chastity,
And wash their hands in Bassianus
blood.
Seest thou this Letter, take it vp I pray thee,
And giue the King this fatall plotted Scrowle,
735 Now question me no more, we are espied,
Heere comes a parcell of our hopefull Booty,
Which dreads not yet their liues destruction.
Enter Bassianus and
Lauinia
Tamo.
Ah my sweet Moore:
Sweeter to me then life.
Aron.
740 No more great Empresse, Bassianus
comes,
Be crosse with him, and Ile goe fetch thy Sonnes
To backe thy quarrell what so ere they be.
Bassi.
Whom haue we heere?
Romes Royall Empresse,
745 Vnfurnisht of our well beseeming troope?
Or is it Dian habited like her,
Who hath abandoned her holy Groues,
To see the generall Hunting in this Forrest?
Tamo.
Sawcie controuler of our priuate steps:
750 Had I the power, that some say Dian
had,
Thy Temples should be planted presently.
With Hornes, as was Acteons, and
the Hounds
Should driue vpon his new transformed limbes,
Vnmannerly Intruder as thou art.
Laui.
755 Vnder your patience gentle Empresse,
'Tis thought you haue a goodly gift in Horning,
And to be doubted, that your Moore and
you
Are singled forth to try experiments:
Ioue sheild your husband from his Hounds
to day,
760 'Tis pitty they should take him for a Stag.
Bassi.
Beleeue me Queene, your swarth Cymerion,
Doth make your Honour of his bodies Hue,
Spotted, detested, and abhominable.
Why are you sequestred from all your traine?
765 Dismounted from your Snow‑white goodly Steed,
And wandred hither to an obscure plot,
Accompanied with a barbarous Moore,
If foule desire had not conducted you?
Laui.
And being intercepted in your sport,
770 Great reason that my Noble Lord, be rated
For Saucinesse, I pray you let vs hence,
And let her ioy her Rauen coloured loue,
This valley fits the purpose passing well.
Bassi.
[774] The King my Brother shall haue notice of this.
Laui.
775 I, for these slips haue made him noted long,
Good King, to be so mightily abused.
Tamora.
[777] Why I haue patience to endure all this?
Enter Chiron and
Demetrius.
Dem.
How now deere Soueraigne
And our gracious Mother,
780 Why doth your Highnes looke so pale and wan?
Tamo.
Haue I not reason thinke you to looke pale.
These two haue tic'd me hither to this place,
A barren, detested vale you see it is.
The Trees though Sommer, yet forlorne and leane,
785 Ore‑come with Mosse, and balefull Misselto.
Heere neuer shines the Sunne, heere nothing breeds,
Vnlesse the nightly Owle, or fatall Rauen:
And when they shew'd me this abhorred pit,
They told me heere at dead time of the night,
790 A thousand Fiends, a thousand hissing Snakes,
Ten thousand swelling Toades, as many Vrchins,
Would make such fearefull and confused cries,
As any mortall body hearing it,
Should straite fall mad, or else die suddenly.
795 No sooner had they told this hellish tale,
But strait they told me they would binde me heere,
Vnto the body of a dismall yew,
And leaue me to this miserable death.
And then they call'd me foule Adulteresse,
800 Lasciuious Goth, and all the bitterest tearmes
That euer eare did heare to such effect.
And had you not by wondrous fortune come,
This vengeance on me had they executed:
Reuenge it, as you loue your Mothers life,
805 Or be ye not henceforth cal'd my Children.
Dem.
[806] This is a witnesse that I am thy Sonne. stab him.
Chi.
And this for me,
Strook home to shew my strength.
Laui.
I come Semeramis, nay Barbarous Tamora.
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810 For no name fits thy nature but thy owne.
Tam.
Giue me thy poyniard, you shal know my boyes
Your Mothers hand shall right your Mothers wrong.
Deme.
Stay Madam heere is more belongs to her,
First thrash the Corne, then after burne the
straw:
815 This Minion stood vpon her chastity,
Vpon her Nuptiall vow, her loyaltie.
And with that painted hope, braues your Mightinesse,
And shall she carry this vnto her graue?
Chi.
And if she doe,
820 I would I were an Eunuch,
Drag hence her husband to some secret hole,
And make his dead Trunke‑Pillow to our lust.
Tamo.
But when ye haue the hony we desire,
Let not this Waspe out‑liue vs both to sting.
Chir.
825 I warrant you Madam we will make that sure:
Come Mistris, now perforce we will enioy,
That nice‑preserued honesty of yours.
Laui.
[828] Oh Tamora, thou bear'st a woman face.
Tamo.
[829] I will not heare her speake, away with her.
Laui.
[830] Sweet Lords intreat her heare me but a word.
Demet.
Listen faire Madam, let it be your glory
To see her teares, but be your hart to them,
As vnrelenting flint to drops of raine.
Laui.
When did the Tigers young‑ones teach the dam?
835 O doe not learne her wrath, she taught it thee,
The milke thou suck'st from her did turne to
Marble,
Euen at thy Teat thou had'st thy Tyranny,
Yet euery Mother breeds not Sonnes alike,
Do thou intreat her shew a woman pitty.
Chiro.
840 What,
Would'st thou haue me proue my selfe a
bastard?
Laui.
'Tis true,
The Rauen doth not hatch a Larke,
Yet haue I heard, Oh could I finde it now,
845 The Lion mou'd with pitty, did indure
To haue his Princely pawes par'd all away.
Some say, that Rauens foster forlorne children,
The whil'st their owne birds famish in their
nests:
Oh be to me though thy hard hart say no,
850 Nothing so kind but something pittifull.
Tamo.
[851] I know not what it meanes, away with her.
Lauin.
Oh let me teach thee for my Fathers sake,
That gaue thee life when well he might haue slaine thee:
Be not obdurate, open thy deafe eares.
Tamo.
855 Had'st thou in person nere offended me.
Euen for his sake am I pittilesse:
Remember Boyes I powr'd forth teares in vaine,
To saue your brother from the sacrifice,
But fierce Andronicus would not
relent,
860 Therefore away with her, and vse her as you will,
The worse to her, the better lou'd of me.
Laui.
Oh Tamora,
Be call'd a gentle Queene,
And with thine owne hands kill me in this place,
865 For 'tis not life that I haue beg'd so long,
Poore I was slaine, when Bassianus dy'd.
Tam.
[867] What beg'st thou then? fond woman let me go?
Laui.
'Tis present death I beg, and one thing more,
That womanhood denies my tongue to tell:
870 Oh keepe me from their worse then killing lust,
And tumble me into some loathsome pit,
Where neuer mans eye may behold my body,
Doe this, and be a charitable murderer.
Tam.
So should I rob my sweet Sonnes of their fee,
875 No let them satisfie their lust on thee.
Deme.
Away,
For thou hast staid vs heere too long.
Lauinia.
No Garace Grace,
No womanhood? Ah beastly creature,
880 The blot and enemy to our generall name,
Confusion fall—
Chi.
Nay then Ile stop your mouth
Bring thou her husband,
This is the Hole where Aaron bid vs hide
him.
Tam.
885 Farewell my Sonnes, see that you make her sure,
Nere let my heart know merry cheere indeed,
Till all the Andronici be made away:
Now will I hence to seeke my louely Moore,
And let my spleenefull Sonnes this Trull defloure.
Exit.
Enter Aaron with two of
Titus Sonnes.
Aron.
890 Come on my Lords, the better foote before,
Straight will I bring you to the lothsome pit,
Where I espied the Panther fast asleepe.
Quin.
[893] My sight is very dull what ere it bodes.
Marti.
And mine I promise you, were it not for shame,
895 Well could I leaue our sport to sleepe a while.
Quin.
What art thou fallen?
What subtile Hole is this,
Whose mouth is couered with Rude growing Briers,
Vpon whose leaues are drops of new‑shed‑blood,
900 As fresh as mornings dew distil'd on
flowers,
A very fatall place it seemes to me:
Speake Brother hast thou hurt thee with the fall?
Martius.
Oh Brother,
With the dismal'st obiect
905 That euer eye with sight made heart lament.
Aron.
Now will I fetch the King to finde them heere,
That he thereby may haue a likely gesse,
How these were they that made away his Brother.
Exit Aaron.
Marti.
Why dost not comfort me and helpe me out,
910 From this vnhallow'd and blood‑stained
Hole?
Quintus.
I am surprised with an vncouth feare,
A chilling sweat ore‑runs my trembling ioynts,
My heart suspects more then mine eie can see.
Marti.
To proue thou hast a true diuining heart,
915 Aaron and thou looke downe into this
den,
And see a fearefull sight of blood and death.
Quintus.
Aaron is gone,
And my compassionate heart
Will not permit mine eyes once to behold
920 The thing where at it trembles by surmise:
Oh tell me how it is, for nere till now
Was I a child to feare I know not what.
Marti.
Lord Bassianus lies embrewed heere,
All on a heape like to the slaughtred Lambe,
925 In this detested, darke, blood‑drinking pit.
Quin.
[926] If it be darke, how doost thou know 'tis he?
Mart.
Vpon his bloody finger he doth weare
A precious Ring, that lightens all the Hole:
Which like a Taper in some Monument,
930 Doth shine vpon the dead mans earthly cheekes,
And shewes the ragged intrailes of the pit:
So pale did shine the Moone on Piramus,
When he by night lay bath'd in Maiden blood:
O Brother helpe me with thy fainting hand.
935 If feare hath made thee faint, as mee it hath,
Out of this fell deuouring receptacle,
As hatefull as Ocitus mistie
mouth.
Quint.
Reach me thy hand, that I may helpe thee out,
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Or wanting strength to doe thee so much good,
940 I may be pluckt into the swallowing wombe,
Of this deepe pit, poore Bassianus
graue:
I haue no strength to plucke thee to the brinke.
Martius.
[943] Nor I no strength to clime without thy help.
Quin.
Thy hand once more, I will not loose againe,
945 Till thou art heere aloft, or I below,
Thou can'st not come to me, I come to thee.
Both fall in.
Enter the Emperour, Aaron
the Moore.
Satur.
Along with me, Ile see what hole is heere,
And what he is that now is leapt into it.
Say, who art thou that lately did'st descend,
950 Into this gaping hollow of the earth?
Marti.
The vnhappie sonne of old Andronicus,
Brought hither in a most vnluckie houre,
To finde thy brother Bassianus
dead.
Satur.
My brother dead? I know thou dost but iest,
955 He and his Lady both are at the Lodge,
Vpon the North‑side of this pleasant Chase,
'Tis not an houre since I left him there.
Marti.
We know not where you left him all aliue,
But out alas, heere haue we found him dead.
Enter Tamora, Andronicus,
and Lucius.
Tamo.
[960] Where is my Lord the King?
King.
[961] Heere Tamora, though grieu'd with killing griefe.
Tam.
[962] Where is thy brother Bassianus?
King.
Now to the bottome dost thou search my wound,
Poore Bassianus heere lies murthered.
Tam.
965 Then all too late I bring this fatall writ,
The complot of this timelesse Tragedie,
And wonder greatly that mans face can fold,
In pleasing smiles such murderous Tyrannie.
She giueth Saturnine
a Letter.
Saturninus reads the Letter.
Saturninus reads the Letter.
And if we misse to meete him hansomely,
970 Sweet huntsman, Bassianus 'tis we meane,
Doe thou so much as dig the graue for him,
Thou know'st our meaning, looke for
thy reward
Among the Nettles at the Elder tree:
Which ouer‑shades the mouth of that same
pit:
975 Where we decreed to bury Bassianuss
Doe this and purchase vs thy lasting
friends.
King.
Oh Tamora, was euer heard the like?
This is the pit, and this the Elder tree,
Looke sirs, if you can finde the huntsman out,
980 That should haue murthered Bassianus
heere.
Aron.
[981] My gracious Lord heere is the bag of Gold.
King.
Two of thy whelpes, fell Curs of bloody kind
Haue heere bereft my brother of his life:
Sirs drag them from the pit vnto the prison,
985 There let them bide vntill we haue deuis'd
Some neuer heard‑of tortering paine for them.
Tamo.
What are they in this pit,
Oh wondrous thing!
How easily murder is discouered?
Tit.
990 High Emperour, vpon my feeble knee,
I beg this boone, with teares, not lightly shed,
That this fell fault of my accursed Sonnes,
Accursed, if the faults be prou'd in them.
King.
If it be prou'd? you see it is apparant,
995 Who found this Letter, Tamora was it
you?
Tamora.
[996] Andronicus himselfe did take it vp.
Tit.
I did my Lord,
Yet let me be their baile,
For by my Fathers reuerent Tombe I vow
1000 They shall be ready at your Highnes will,
To answere their suspition with their liues.
King.
Thou shalt not baile them, see thou follow me:
Some bring the murthered body, some the murtherers,
Let them not speake a word, the guilt is plaine,
1005 For by my soule, were there worse end then death,
That end vpon them should be executed.
Tamo.
Andronicus I will entreat the King,
Feare not thy Sonnes, they shall do well enough.
Tit.
Come Lucius come,
1010 Stay not to talke with them.
Exeunt.
[Act 2, Scene 4] §
Enter the Empresse Sonnes,
with Lauinia, her hands cut off and
her tongue cut out, and rauisht.
her tongue cut out, and rauisht.
Deme.
So now goe tell and if thy tongue can speake,
Who t'was that cut thy tongue and rauisht thee.
Chi.
Write downe thy mind, bewray thy meaning so,
And if thy stumpes will let thee play the Scribe.
Dem.
[1015] See how with signes and tokens she can scowle.
Chi.
Goe home,
Call for sweet water, wash thy hands.
Dem.
She hath no tongue to call, nor hands to wash.
And so let's leaue her to her silent walkes.
Chi.
[1020] And t'were my cause, I should goe hang my selfe.
Dem.
[1021] If thou had'st hands to helpe thee knit the cord.
Exeunt.
Winde Hornes.
Enter Marcus from hunting, to Lauinia.
Enter Marcus from hunting, to Lauinia.
Who is this, my Neece that flies away so fast?
Cosen a word, where is your husband?
If I do dreame, would all my wealth would wake me;
1025 If I doe wake, some Planet strike me downe,
That I may slumber in eternall sleepe.
Speake gentle Neece, what sterne vngentle hands
Hath lopt, and hew'd, and made thy body bare
Of her two branches, those sweet Ornaments
1030 Whose circkling shadowes, Kings haue sought to sleep in
And might not gaine so great a happines
As halfe thy Loue: Why doost not speake to me?
Alas, a Crimson riuer of warme blood,
Like to a bubling fountaine stir'd with winde,
1035 Doth rise and fall betweene thy Rosed lips,
Comming and going with thy hony breath.
But sure some Tereus hath defloured
thee,
And least thou should'st detect them, cut
thy tongue.
Ah, now thou turn'st away thy face for shame:
1040 And notwithstanding all this losse of blood,
As from a Conduit with their issuing Spouts,
Yet doe thy cheekes looke red as Titans
face,
Blushing to be encountred with a Cloud,
Shall I speake for thee? shall I say 'tis so?
1045 Oh that I knew thy hart, and knew the beast
That I might raile at him to ease my mind.
Sorrow concealed, like an Ouen stopt,
Doth burne the hart to Cinders where it is.
Faire Philomela she but lost her
tongue,
1050 And in a tedious Sampler sowed her minde.
But louely Neece, that meane is cut from thee,
A craftier Tereus hast thou met
withall,
And he hath cut those pretty fingers off,
dd2
That
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That could haue better sowed then Philomel.
1055 Oh had the monster seene those Lilly hands,
Tremble like Aspen leaues vpon a Lute,
And make the silken strings delight to kisse them,
He would not then haue toucht them for his life.
Or had he heard the heauenly Harmony,
1060 Which that sweet tongue hath made:
He would haue dropt his knife and fell asleepe,
As Cerberus at the Thracian Poets feete.
Come, let vs goe, and make thy father blinde,
For such a sight will blinde a fathers eye.
1065 One houres storme will drowne the fragrant meades,
What, will whole months of teares thy Fathers eyes?
Doe not draw backe, for we will mourne with thee:
Oh could our mourning ease thy misery.
Exeunt
Actus Tertius.
[Act 3, Scene 1] §
Enter the Iudges and Senatours with
Titus two sonnes bound,
passing on the Stage to the place of execution, and Titus going
before pleading.
passing on the Stage to the place of execution, and Titus going
before pleading.
Ti.
Heare me graue fathers, noble Tribunes stay,
1070 For pitty of mine age, whose youth was spent
In dangerous warres, whilst you securely slept:
For all my blood in Romes great quarrell shed,
For all the frosty nights that I haue watcht,
And for these bitter teares, which now you see,
1075 Filling the aged wrinkles in my cheekes,
Be pittifull to my condemned Sonnes,
Whose soules is not corrupted as 'tis thought:
For two and twenty sonnes I neuer wept,
Because they died in honours lofty bed.
Andronicus lyeth downe,
and the Iudges passe by him.
1080 For these, Tribunes, in the dust I write
My harts deepe languor, and my soules sad teares:
Let my teares stanch the earths drie appetite.
My sonnes sweet blood, will make it shame and blush:
O earth! I will be friend thee more with raine
Exeunt.
1085 That shall distill from these two ancient ruines,
Then youthfull Aprill shall with all his showres
In summers drought: Ile drop vpon thee still,
In Winter with warme teares Ile melt the snow,
And keepe eternall spring time on thy face,
1090 So thou refuse to drinke my deare sonnes blood.
Enter Lucius, with his
weapon drawne.
Oh reuerent Tribunes, oh gentle aged men,
Vnbinde my sonnes, reuerse the doome of death,
And let me say (that neuer wept before)
My teares are now preualing Oratours.
Lu.
1095 Oh noble father, you lament in vaine,
The Tribunes heare not, no man is by,
And you recount your sorrowes to a stone.
Ti.
Ah Lucius for thy brothers let me
plead,
Graue Tribunes, once more I intreat of you.
Lu.
[1100] My gracious Lord, no Tribune heares you speake.
Ti.
Why 'tis no matter man, if they did heare
They would not marke me: oh if they did heare
They would not pitty me.
Therefore I tell my sorrowes bootles to the stones.
1105 Who though they cannot answere my distresse,
Yet in some sort they are better then the Tribunes,
For that they will not intercept my tale;
When I doe weepe, they humbly at my feete
Receiue my teares, and seeme to weepe with me,
1110 And were they but attired in graue weedes,
Rome could afford no Tribune like to these.
A stone is as soft waxe,
Tribunes more hard then stones:
A stone is silent, and offendeth not,
1115 And Tribunes with their tongues doome men to death.
But wherefore stand'st thou with thy weapon
drawne?
Lu.
To rescue my two brothers from their death,
For which attempt the Iudges haue pronounc'st
My euerlasting doome of banishment.
Ti.
1120 O happy man, they haue befriended thee:
Why foolish Lucius, dost thou not
perceiue
That Rome is but a wildernes of Tigers?
Tigers must pray, and Rome affords no prey
But me and mine: how happy art thou then,
1125 From these deuourers to be banished?
But who comes with our brother Marcus
heere?
Enter Marcus and
Lauinia.
Mar.
Titus, prepare thy noble eyes to
weepe,
Or if not so, thy noble heart to breake:
I bring consuming sorrow to thine age.
Ti.
[1130] Will it consume me? Let me see it then.
Mar.
[1131] This was thy daughter.
Ti.
[1132] Why Marcus so she is.
Luc.
[1133] Aye me this obiect kils me.
Ti.
Faint‑harted boy, arise and looke vpon her,
1135 Speake Lauinia, what accursed hand
Hath made thee handlesse in thy Fathers sight?
What foole hath added water to the Sea?
Or brought a faggot to bright burning Troy?
My griefe was at the height before thou cam'st,
1140 And now like Nylus it disdaineth
bounds:
Giue me a sword, Ile chop off my hands too,
For they haue fought for Rome, and all in vaine:
And they haue nur'st this woe,
In feeding life:
1145 In bootelesse prayer haue they bene held vp,
And they haue seru'd me to effectlesse
vse.
Now all the seruice I require of them,
Is that the one will helpe to cut the other:
'Tis well Lauinia, that thou hast no
hands,
1150 For hands to do Rome seruice, is but vaine.
Luci.
[1151] Speake gentle sister, who hath martyr'd thee?
Mar.
O that delightfull engine of her thoughts,
That blab'd them with such pleasing eloquence,
Is torne from forth that pretty hollow cage,
1155 Where like a sweet mellodius bird it sung,
Sweet varied notes inchanting euery eare.
Luci.
Oh say thou for her,
Who hath done this deed?
Marc.
Oh thus I found her straying in the Parke,
1160 Seeking to hide herselfe as doth the Deare
That hath receiude some vnrecuring wound.
Tit.
It was my Deare,
And he that wounded her,
Hath hurt me more, then had he kild me dead:
1165 For now I stand as one vpon a Rocke,
Inuiron'd with a wildernesse of Sea.
Who markes the waxing tide,
Grow waue by waue,
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Expecting euer when some enuious surge,
1170 Will in his brinish bowels swallow him.
This way to death my wretched sonnes are gone:
Heere stands my other sonne, a banisht man,
And heere my brother weeping at my woes.
But that which giues my soule the greatest spurne,
1175 Is deere Lauinia, deerer then my
soule.
Had I but seene thy picture in this plight,
It would haue madded me. What shall I doe?
Now I behold thy liuely body so?
Thou hast no hands to wipe away thy teares,
1180 Nor tongue to tell me who hath martyr'd thee:
Thy husband he is dead, and for his death
Thy brothers are condemn'd, and dead by this.
Looke Marcus, ah sonne Lucius looke on her:
When I did name her brothers, then fresh teares
1185 Stood on her cheekes, as doth the hony dew,
Vpon a gathred Lillie almost withered.
Mar.
Perchance she weepes because they kil'd her
husband,
husband,
Perchance because she knowes him innocent.
Ti.
If they did kill thy husband then be ioyfull,
1190 Because the law hath tane reuenge on them.
No, no, they would not doe so foule a deede,
Witnes the sorrow that their sister makes.
Gentle Lauinia let me kisse thy lips,
Or make some signes how I may do thee ease:
1195 Shall thy good Vncle, and thy brother Lucius,
And thou and I sit round about some Fountaine,
Looking all downewards to behold our cheekes
How they are stain'd in meadowes, yet not dry
With miery slime left on them by a flood:
1200 And in the Fountaine shall we gaze so long,
Till the fresh taste be taken from that cleerenes,
And made a brine pit with our bitter teares?
Or shall we cut away our hands like thine?
Or shall we bite our tongues, and in dumbe shewes
1205 Passe the remainder of our hatefull dayes?
What shall we doe? Let vs that haue our tongues
Plot some deuise of further miseries
To make vs wondred at in time to come.
Lu.
Sweet Father cease your teares, for at your griefe
1210 See how my wretched sister sobs and weeps.
Mar.
[1211] Patience deere Neece, good Titus drie thine [l. 1212] eyes.
Ti.
Ah Marcus, Marcus,
Brother well I wot,
Thy napkin cannot drinke a teare of mine,
1215 For thou poore man hast drown'd it with thine
owne.
Lu.
[1216] Ah my Lauinia I will wipe thy cheekes.
Ti.
Marke Marcus marke, I vnderstand her
signes,
Had she a tongue to speake, now would she say
That to her brother which I said to thee.
1220 His Napkin with her true teares all bewet,
Can do no seruice on her sorrowfull cheekes.
Oh what a simpathy of woe is this!
As farre from helpe as Limbo is from blisse,
Enter Aron the Moore
alone.
Moore.
Titus Andronicus, my Lord the
Emperour,
1225 Sends thee this word, that if thou loue thy sonnes,
Let Marcus, Lucius, or thy selfe old Titus,
Or any one of you, chop off your hand,
And send it to the King: he for the same,
Will send thee hither both thy sonnes aliue,
1230 And that shall be the ransome for their fault.
Ti.
Oh gracious Emperour, oh gentle Aaron.
Did euer Rauen sing so like a Larke,
That giues sweet tydings of the Sunnes vprise?
With all my heart, Ile send the Emperour my hand,
1235 Good Aron wilt thou help to chop it
off?
Lu.
Stay Father, for that noble hand of thine,
That hath throwne downe so many enemies,
Shall not be sent: my hand will serue the turne,
My youth can better spare my blood then you,
1240 And therfore mine shall saue my brothers liues.
Mar.
Which of your hands hath not defended Rome,
And rear'd aloft the bloody Battleaxe,
Writing destruction on the enemies Castle?
Oh none of both but are of high desert:
1245 My hand hath bin but idle, let it serue
To ransome my two nephewes from their death,
Then haue I kept it to a worthy end.
Moore.
Nay come agree, whose hand shall goe along
For feare they die before their pardon come.
Mar.
[1250] My hand shall goe.
Lu.
[1251] By heauen it shall not goe.
Ti.
Sirs striue no more, such withered hearbs as these
Are meete for plucking vp, and therefore mine.
Lu.
Sweet Father, if I shall be thought thy sonne,
1255 Let me redeeme my brothers both from death.
Mar.
And for our fathers sake, and mothers care,
Now let me shew a brothers loue to thee.
Ti.
[1258] Agree betweene you, I will spare my hand.
Lu.
[1259] Then Ile goe fetch an Axe.
Mar.
[1260] But I will vse the Axe.
Exeunt
Ti.
Come hither Aaron, Ile deceiue them
both,
Lend me thy hand, and I will giue thee mine,
Moore.
If that be cal'd deceit, I will be honest,
And neuer whil'st I liue deceiue men so:
1265 But Ile deceiue you in another sort,
And that you'l say ere halfe an houre passe.
He cuts off Titus
hand
Enter Lucius and Marcus
againe.
Ti.
Now stay you strife, what shall be, is
dispatcht:
Good Aron giue his Maiestie me hand,
Tell him, it was a hand that warded him
1270 From thousand dangers: bid him bury it:
More hath it merited: That let it haue.
As for my sonnes, say I account of them,
As iewels purchast at an easie price,
And yet deere too, because I bought mine owne.
Aron.
1275 I goe Andronicus, and for thy hand,
Looke by and by to haue thy sonnes with thee:
Their heads I meane: Oh how this villany
Doth fat me with the very thoughts of it.
Let fooles doe good, and faire men call for grace,
1280 Aron will haue his soule blacke like his
face.
Exit.
Ti.
O heere I lift this one hand vp to heauen,
And bow this feeble ruine to the earth,
If any power pitties wretched teares,
To that I call: what wilt thou kneele with me?
1285 Doe then deare heart, for heauen shall heare our prayers,
Or with our sighs weele breath the welkin dimme,
And staine the Sun with fogge as somtime cloudes,
When they do hug him in their melting bosomes.
Mar.
Oh brother speake with possibilities,
1290 And do not breake into these deepe extreames.
Ti.
Is not my sorrow deepe, hauing no bottome?
dd3
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Then be my passions bottomlesse with them.
Mar.
[1293] But yet let reason gouerne thy lament.
Titus.
If there were reason for these miseries,
1295 Then into limits could I binde my woes:
When heauen doth weepe, doth not the earth oreflow?
If the windes rage, doth not the Sea wax mad,
Threatning the welkin with his big‑swolne face?
And wilt thou haue a reason for this coile?
1300 I am the Sea. Harke how her sighes doe flow:
Shee is the weeping welkin, I the earth:
Then must my Sea be moued with her sighes,
Then must my earth with her continuall teares,
Become a deluge: ouerflow'd and drown'd:
1305 For why, my bowels cannot hide her woes,
But like a drunkard must I vomit them:
Then giue me leaue, for loosers will haue leaue,
To ease their stomackes with their bitter tongues,
Enter a messenger with two
heads and a hand.
Mess.
Worthy Andronicus, ill art thou
repaid,
1310 For that good hand thou sentst the Emperour:
Heere are the heads of thy two noble sonnes.
And heeres thy hand in scorne to thee sent backe:
Thy griefes, their sports: Thy resolution mockt,
That woe is me to thinke vpon thy woes,
1315 More then remembrance of my fathers death.
Exit.
Marc.
Now let hot ætna coole in Cicilie,
And be my heart an euer‑burning hell:
These miseries are more then may be borne.
To weepe with them that weepe, doth ease some deale,
1320 But sorrow flouted at, is double death.
Luci.
Ah that this sight should make so deep a wound,
And yet detested life not shrinke thereat:
That euer death should let life beare his name,
Where life hath no more interest but to breath.
Mar.
1325 Alas poore hart that kisse is comfortlesse,
As frozen water to a starued snake.
Titus.
[1327] When will this fearefull slumber haue an end?
Mar.
Now farwell flatterie, die Andronicus,
Thou dost not slumber, see thy two sons heads,
1330 Thy warlike hands, thy mangled daughter here:
Thy other banisht sonnes with this deere sight
Strucke pale and bloodlesse, and thy brother I,
Euen like a stony Image, cold and numme.
Ah now no more will I controule my griefes,
1335 Rent off thy siluer haire, thy other hand
Gnawing with thy teeth, and be this dismall sight
The closing vp of our most wretched eyes:
Now is a time to storme, why art thou still?
Titus.
[1339] Ha, ha, ha,
Mar.
[1340] Why dost thou laugh? it fits not with this houre.
Ti.
Why I haue not another teare to shed:
Besides, this sorrow is an enemy,
And would vsurpe vpon my watry eyes,
And make them blinde with tributarie teares.
1345 Then which way shall I finde Reuenges Caue?
For these two heads doe seeme to speake to me,
And threat me, I shall neuer come to blisse,
Till all these mischiefes be returned againe,
Euen in their throats that haue committed them.
1350 Come let me see what taske I haue to doe,
You heauie people, circle me about,
That I may turne me to each one of you,
And sweare vnto my soule to right your wrongs.
The vow is made, come Brother take a head,
1355 And in this hand the other will I beare.
And Lauinia thou shalt be employd in these
things:
Beare thou my hand sweet wench betweene thy teeth:
As for thee boy, goe get thee from my sight,
Thou art an Exile, and thou must not stay,
1360 Hie to the Gothes, and raise an army
there,
And if you loue me, as I thinke you doe,
Let's kisse and part, for we haue much to doe.
Exeunt.
Manet Lucius.
Luci.
Farewell Andronicus my noble Father:
The woful'st man that euer liu'd in Rome:
1365 Farewell proud Rome, til Lucius come
againe,
He loues his pledges dearer then his life:
Farewell Lauinia my noble
sister,
O would thou wert as thou to fore hast beene,
But now, nor Lucius nor Lauinia liues
1370 But in obliuion and hateful griefes:
If Lucius liue, he will requit your
wrongs,
And make proud Saturnine and his
Empresse
Beg at the gates like Tarquin and his
Queene.
Now will I to the Gothes and raise a power,
1375 To be reueng'd on Rome and Saturnine.
Exit Lucius
[Act 3, Scene 2] §
A Banket.
Enter Andronicus, Marcus, Lauinia, and the Boy.
Enter Andronicus, Marcus, Lauinia, and the Boy.
An.
So, so, now sit, and looke you eate no more
Then will preserue iust so much strength in vs
As will reuenge these bitter woes of ours.
Marcus vnknit that sorrow‑wreathen
knot:
1380 Thy Neece and I (poore Creatures) want our hands
And cannot passionate our tenfold griefe,
With foulded Armes. This poore right hand of mine,
Is left to tirranize vppon my breast.
Who when my hart all mad with misery,
1385 Beats in this hollow prison of my flesh,
Then thus I thumpe it downe.
Thou Map of woe, that thus dost talk in signes,
When thy poore hart beates without ragious beating,
Thou canst not strike it thus to make it
still?
1390 Wound it with sighing girle, kil it with grones:
Or get some little knife betweene thy teeth,
And iust against thy hart make thou a hole,
That all the teares that thy poore eyes let fall
May run into that sinke, and soaking in,
1395 Drowne the lamenting foole, in Sea salt teares.
Mar.
Fy brother fy, teach her not thus to lay
Such violent hands vppon her tender life.
An.
How now! Has sorrow made thee doate already?
Why Marcus, no man should be mad but
I:
1400 What violent hands can she lay on her life:
Ah, wherefore dost thou vrge the name of hands,
To bid æneas tell the tale twice
ore
How Troy was burnt, and he made miserable?
O handle not the theame, to talke of hands,
1405 Least we remember still that we haue none,
Fie, fie, how Frantiquely I square my talke
As if we should forget we had no hands:
If Marcus did not name the word of
hands.
Come, lets fall too, and gentle girle eate this,
1410 Heere is no drinke? Harke Marcus what she
saies,
I can interpret all her martir'd signes,
She saies, she drinkes no other drinke but teares
Breu'd with her sorrow: mesh'd vppon her
cheekes,
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Speechlesse complaynet complayner, I will learne thy thought:
1415 In thy dumb action, will I be as perfect
As begging Hermits in their holy prayers.
Thou shalt not sighe nor hold thy stumps to heauen,
Nor winke, nor nod, nor kneele, nor make a signe;
But I (of these) will wrest an Alphabet,
1420 And by still practice, learne to know thy
meaning.
Boy.
Good grandsire leaue these bitter deepe laments,
Make my Aunt merry, with some pleasing tale.
Mar.
Alas, the tender boy in passion mou'd,
Doth weepe to see his grandsires heauinesse.
An.
1425 Peace tender Sapling, thou art made of teares,
And teares will quickly melt thy life away.
Marcus strikes the dish with a knife.
What doest thou strike at Marcus with knife.
Mar.
[1427] At that that I haue kil'd my Lord, a Flys
An.
Out on the murderour: thou kil'st my hart,
Mine eyes cloi'd with view of Tirranie:
1430 A deed of death done on the Innocent
Becoms not Titus brother: get thee
gone,
I see thou art not for my company.
Mar.
[1433] Alas (my Lord) I haue but kild a flie.
An.
But? How: if that Flie had a father and mother?
1435 How would he hang his slender gilded wings
And buz lamenting doings in the ayer,
Poore harmelesse Fly,
That with his pretty buzing melody,
Came heere to make vs merry,
1440 And thou hast kil'd him.
Mar.
Pardon me sir,
It was a blacke illfauour'd Fly,
Like to the Empresse Moore, therefore I kild him.
An.
O, o, o,
1445 Then pardon me for reprehending thee,
For thou hast done a Charitable deed:
Giue me thy knife, I will insult on him,
Flattering my selfes, as if it were the Moore,
Come hither purposely to poyson me.
1450 There's for thy selfe, and thats for Tamira: Ah sirra,
Yet I thinke we are not brought so low,
But that betweene vs, we can kill a Fly,
That comes in likenesse of a Cole‑blacke Moore.
Mar.
Alas poore man, griefe ha's so wrought on him,
1455 He takes false shadowes, for true substances.
An.
Come, take away: Lauinia, goe with me,
Ile to thy closset, and goe read with thee
Sad stories, chanced in the times of old.
Come boy, and goe with me, thy sight is young,
1460 And thou shalt read, when mine begin to dazell.
Exeunt
Actus Quartus.
[Act 4, Scene 1] §
Enter young Lucius and
Lauinia running after him, and
the Boy flies from her with his bookes vnder his arme.
En[..]r Titus and Marcus.
the Boy flies from her with his bookes vnder his arme.
En[..]r Titus and Marcus.
Boy.
H[.]lpe Gransier helpe, my Aunt Lauinia,
Followes me euery where I know not why.
Good Vncle Marcus see how swift she
comes,
Alas sweet Aunt, I know not what you meane.
Mar.
[1465] Stand by me Lucius, doe not feare thy Aunt.
Titus.
[1466] She loues thee boy too well to doe thee harme
Boy.
[1467] I when my father was in Rome she did.
Mar.
[1468] What meanes my Neece Lauinia by these signes?
Ti.
Feare not Lucius, somewhat doth she
meane:
1470 See Lucius see, how much she makes of
thee:
Some whether would she haue thee goe with her.
Ah boy, Cornelia neuer with more care
Read to her sonnes, then she hath read to thee,
Sweet Poetry, and Tullies Oratour:
1475 Canst thou not gesse wherefore she plies thee thus?
Boy.
My Lord I know not I, nor can I gesse,
Vnlesse some fit or frenzie do possesse her:
For I haue heard my Gransier say full oft,
Extremitie of griefes would make men mad.
1480 And I haue read that Hecuba of Troy,
Ran mad through sorrow, that made me to feare,
Although my Lord, I know my noble Aunt,
Loues me as deare as ere my mother did,
And would not but in fury fright my youth,
1485 Which made me downe to throw my bookes, and flie
Causles perhaps, but pardon me sweet Aunt,
And Madam, if my Vncle Marcus goe,
I will most willingly attend your Ladyship.
Mar.
[1489] Lucius I will.
Ti.
1490 How now Lauinia, Marcus what meanes
this?
Some booke there is that she desires to see,
Which is it girle of these? Open them boy,
But thou art deeper read and better skild,
Come and take choyse of all my Library,
1495 And so beguile thy sorrow, till the heauens
Reueale the damn'd contriuer of this deed.
What booke?
Why lifts she vp her armes in sequence thus?
Mar.
I thinke she meanes that ther was more then one
1500 Confederate in the fact, I more there was:
Or else to heauen she heaues them to reuenge.
Ti.
[1502] Lucius what booke is that she tosseth so?
Boy.
Grandsier 'tis Ouids Metamorphosis,
My mother gaue it me.
Mar.
1505 For loue of her that's gone,
Ti.
Soft, so busily she turnes the leaues,
Helpe her, what would she finde? Lauinia shall I read?
This is the tragicke tale of Philomel?
1510 And treates of Tereus treason and his
rape,
And rape I feare was roote of thine annoy.
Mar.
[1512] See brother see, note how she quotes the leaues
Ti.
Lauinia, wert thou thus surpriz'd
sweet girle,
Rauisht and wrong'd as Philomela
was?
1515 Forc'd in the ruthlesse, vast, and gloomy woods?
See, see, I such a place there is where we did hunt,
(O had we neuer, neuer hunted there)
Patern'd by that the Poet heere describes,
By nature made for murthers and for rapes.
Mar.
1520 O why should nature build so foule a den,
Vnlesse the Gods delight in tragedies?
Ti.
Giue signes sweet girle, for heere are none but friends
What Romaine Lord it was durst do the deed?
Or slunke not Saturnine, as Tarquin ersts,
1525 That left the Campe to sinne in Lucrece
bed.
Mar.
Sit downe sweet Neece, brother sit downe by me,
Appollo, Pallas, Ioue, or Mercury,
Inspire me that I may this treason finde.
My Lord looke heere, looke heere Lauinia.
He writes his Name with his
staffe, and guides it
with feete and mouth
with feete and mouth
1530 This sandie plot is plaine, guide if thou canst
This
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The Lamentable Tragedie of Titus Andronicus.
This after me, I haue writ my name,
Without the helpe of any hand at all.
Curst be that hart that forc'st vs to that
shift:
Write thou good Neece, and heere display at last,
1535 What God will haue discouered for reuenge,
Heauen guide thy pen to print thy sorrowes plaine,
That we may know the Traytors and the truth.
She takes the
staffe in her mouth, and guides it with her
stumps and writes.
stumps and writes.
Ti.
Oh doe ye read my Lord what she hath writs?
Stuprum, Chiron, Demetrius.
Mar.
1540 What, what, the lustfull sonnes of Tamora,
Performers of this hainous bloody deed?
Ti.
Magni Dominator poli,
Tam lentus audis scelera, tam lentus
vides?
Mar.
Oh calme thee gentle Lord: Although I know
1545 There is enough written vpon this earth,
To stirre a mutinie in the mildest thoughts,
And arme the mindes of infants to exclaimes.
My Lord kneele downe with me: Lauinia
kneele,
And kneele sweet boy, the Romaine Hectors hope,
1550 And sweare with me, as with the wofull Feere
And father of that chast dishonoured Dame,
Lord Iunius Brutus sweare for Lucrece rape,
That we will prosecute (by good aduise)
Mortall reuenge vpon these traytorous Gothes,
1555 And see their blood, or die with this reproach.
Ti.
Tis sure enough, and you knew how.
But if you hunt these Beare‑whelpes, then beware
The Dam will wake, and if she winde you once,
Shee's with the Lyon deepely still in league.
1560 And lulls him whilst she palyeth playeth on her backe,
And when he sleepes will she do what she list.
You are a young huntsman Marcus, let it
alone:
And come, I will goe get a leafe of brasse,
And with a Gad of steele will write these words,
1565 And lay it by: the angry Northerne winde
Will blow these sands like Sibels leaues
abroad,
And wheres your lesson then. Boy what say you?
Boy.
I say my Lord, that if I were a man,
Their mothers bed‑chamber should not be safe,
1570 For these bad bond‑men to the yoake of Rome.
Mar.
I that'sthat's my boy, thy father hath full
oft,
For his vngratefull country done the like.
Boy.
[1573] And Vncle so will I, and if I liue.
Ti.
Come goe with me into mine Armorie,
1575 Lucius Ile fit thee, and withall, my
boy
Shall carry from me to the Empresse sonnes,
Presents that I intend to send them both,
Come, come, thou'lt do thy message, wilt thou not?
Boy.
[1579] I with my dagger in their bosomes Grandsire:
Ti.
1580 No boy not so, Ile teach thee another course,
Lauinia come, Marcus looke to my house,
Lucius and Ile goe braue it at the
Court,
I marry will we sir, and weele be waited on.
Exeunt.
Mar.
O heauens! Can you heare a good man grone
1585 And not relent, or not compassion him?
Marcus attend him in his extasie,
That hath more scars of sorrow in his heart,
Then foe‑mens markes vpon his batter'd shield,
But yet so iust, that he will not reuenge,
1590 Reuenge the heauens for old Andronicus.
Exit
[Act 4, Scene 2] §
Enter Aron, Chiron and
Demetrius at one dore: and at another
dore young Lucius and another, with a bundle of
weapons, and verses writ vpon them.
dore young Lucius and another, with a bundle of
weapons, and verses writ vpon them.
Chi.
Demetrius heeres the sonne of Lucius,
He hath some message to deliuer vs.
Aron.
[1593] I some mad message from his mad Grandfather.
Boy.
My Lords, with all the humblenesse I may,
1595 I greete your honours from Andronicus,
And pray the Romane Gods confound you both.
Deme.
Gramercie louely Lucius, what's the
newes?
For villanie's markt with rape. May it please you,
My Grandsire well aduis'd hath sent by me,
1600 The goodliest weapons of his Armorie,
To gratifie your honourable youth,
The hope of Rome, for so he bad me say:
And so I do and with his gifts present
Your Lordships, when euer you haue need,
1605 You may be armed and appointed well,
And so I leaue you both: like bloody villaines.
Exit
Deme.
What's heere? a scrole, & written round about?
Let's see.
Integer vitæ scelerisque purus, non egit
maury iaculis nec ar
cus.
Chi.
O 'tis a verse in Horace, I know it
well.
1610 I read it in the Grammer long agoe.
Moore.
I iust, a verse in Horace: right,
you haue it,
Now what a thing it is to be an Asse?
Heer's no sound iest, the old man hath found their
guilt,
And sends the weapons wrapt about with lines,
1615 That wound (beyond their feeling) to the quick:
But were our witty Empresse well a foot,
She would applaud Andronicus conceit:
But let her rest, in her vnrest a while.
And now young Lords, wa's tnot was't not a happy starre
1620 Led vs to Rome strangers, and more then so;
Captiues, to be aduanced to this height?
It did me good before the Pallace gate,
To braue the Tribune in his brothers hearing.
Deme.
But me more good, to see so great a Lord
1625 Basely insinuate, and send vs gifts.
Moore.
Had he not reason Lord Demetrius?
Did you not vse his daughter very friendly?
Deme.
I would we had a thousand Romane Dames
At such a bay, by turne to serue our lust.
Chi.
[1630] A charitable wish, and full of loue.
Moore.
[1631] Heere lack's but you mother for to say, Amen.
Chi.
[1632] And that would she for twenty thousand more.
Deme.
Come, let vs go, and pray to all the Gods
For our beloued mother in her paines.
Moore.
[1635] Pray to the deuils, the gods haue giuen vs ouer.
Flourish.
Dem.
[1636] Why do the Emperors trumpets flourish thus?
Chi.
[1637] Belike for ioy the Emperour hath a sonne.
Deme.
[1638] Soft, who comes heere?
Enter Nurse with a blacke a
Moore childe.
Nur.
Good morrow Lords:
1640 O tell me, did you see Aaron the
Moore?
Aron.
Well, more or lesse, or nere a whit at all,
Heere Aaron is, and what with Aaron now?
Nurse.
Oh gentle Aaron, we are all vndone,
Now helpe, or woe betide thee euermore.
Aron.
1645 Why, what a catterwalling dost thou keepe?
What dost thou wrap and fumble in thine armes?
Nurse.
O that which I would hide from heauens eye,
Our Empresse shame, and stately Romes disgrace,
She is deliuered Lords, she is deliuered.
Aron.
[1650] To whom?
Nurse.
[1651] I meane she is brought a bed?
Aron.
Wel God giue her good rest,
What
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The Lamentable Tragedie of Titus Andronicus.
What hath he sent her?
Nurse.
[1654] A deuill.
Aron.
[1655] Why then she is the Deuils Dam: a ioyfull issue.
Nurse.
A ioylesse, dismall, blacke &, sorrowfull issue,
Heere is the babe as loathsome as a toad,
Among'st the fairest breeders of our
clime,
The Empresse sends it thee, thy stampe, thy seale,
1660 And bids thee christen it with thy daggers point.
Aron.
Out you whore, is black so base a hue?
Sweet blowse, you are a beautious blossome sure.
Deme.
[1663] Villaine what hast thou done?
Aron.
That which thou canst not vndoe
1665 Chi. Thou hast vndone our mother.
Deme.
And therein hellish dog, thou hast vndone,
Woe to her chance, and damn'd her loathed choyce,
Accur'st the off‑spring of so foule a
fiend.
Chi.
[1669] It shall not liue.
Aron.
[1670] It shall not die.
Nurse.
[1671] Aaron it must, the mother wils it so.
Aron.
What, must it Nurse? Then let no man
but I
Doe execution on my flesh and blood.
Deme.
Ile broach the Tadpole on my Rapiers point:
1675 Nurse giue it me, my sword shall soone
dispatch it.
Aron.
Sooner this sword shall plough thy bowels vp.
Stay murtherous villaines, will you kill your brother?
Now by the burning Tapers of the skie,
That sho'ne shone so brightly when this Boy was got,
1680 He dies vpon my Semitars sharpe point,
That touches this my first borne sonne and heire.
I tell you younglings, not Enceladus
With all his threatning band of Typhons
broode,
Nor great Alcides, nor the God of
warre,
1685 Shall ceaze this prey out of his fathers hands:
What, what, ye sanguine shallow harted Boyes,
Ye white‑limb'd walls, ye Ale‑house painted
signes,
Cole‑blacke is better then another hue,
In that it scornes to beare another hue:
1690 For all the water in the Ocean,
Can neuer turne the Swans blacke legs to white,
Although she laue them hourely in the flood:
Tell the Empresse from me, I am of age
To keepe mine owne, excuse it how she can.
Deme.
[1695] Wilt thou betray thy noble mistris thus?
Aron.
My mistris is my mistris: this my selfe,
The vigour, and the picture of my youth:
This, before all the world do I preferre,
This mauger all the world will I keepe safe,
1700 Or some of you shall smoake for it in Rome.
Deme.
[1701] By this our mother is for euer sham'd.
Chi.
[1702] Rome will despise her for this foule escape.
Nur.
[1703] The Emperour in his rage will doome her death.
Chi.
[1704] I blush to thinke vpon this ignominie.
Aron.
1705 Why ther's the priuiledge your beauty beares:
Fie trecherous hue, that will betray with blushing
The close enacts and counsels of the hart:
Heer's a young Lad fram'd of another leere,
Looke how the blacke slaue smiles vpon the father;
1710 As who should say, old Lad I am thine owne.
He is your brother Lords, sensibly fed
Of that selfe blood that first gaue life to you,
And from that wombe where you imprisoned were
He is infranchised and come to light:
1715 Nay he is your brother by the surer side,
Although my seale be stamped in his face.
Nurse.
[1717] Aaron what shall I say vnto the Empresse?
Dem.
Aduise thee Aaron, what is to be done,
And we will all subscribe to thy aduise:
1720 Saue thou the child, so we may all be safe.
Aron.
Then sit we downe and let vs all consult.
My sonne and I will haue the winde of you:
Keepe there, now talke at pleasure of your safety.
Deme.
[1724] How many women saw this childe of his?
Aron.
1725 Why so braue Lords, when we ioyne in league
I am a Lambe: but if you braue the Moore,
The chafed Bore, the mountaine Lyonesse,
The Ocean swells not so at Aaron
stormes:
But say againe, how many saw the childe?
Nurse.
1730 Cornelia, the midwife, and my selfe,
And none else but the deliuered Empresse.
Aron.
The Empresse, the Midwife, and your selfe,
Two may keepe counsell, when the third's away:
Goe to the Empresse, tell her this I said, He
kils her
1735 Weeke, weeke, so cries a Pigge prepared to th'spit.
Deme.
What mean'st thou Aaron?
Wherefore did'st thou this?
Aron.
O Lord sir, 'tis a deed of pollicie?
Shall she liue to betray this guilt of our's:
1740 A long tongu'd babling Gossip? No Lords no:
And now be it knowne to you my full intent.
Not farre, one Muliteus my
Country‑man
His wife but yesternight was brought to bed,
His childe is like to her, faire as you are:
1745 Goe packe with him, and giue the mother gold,
And tell them both the circumstance of all,
And how by this their Childe shall be aduaunc'd,
And be receiued for the Emperours heyre,
And substituted in the place of mine,
1750 To calme this tempest whirling in the Court,
And let the Emperour dandle him for his owne.
Harke ye Lords, ye see I haue giuen her physicke,
And you must needs bestow her funerall,
The fields are neere, and you are gallant Groomes:
1755 This done, see that you take no longer daies
But send the Midwife presently to me.
The Midwife and the Nurse well made away,
Then let the Ladies tattle what they please.
Chi.
[1759] Aaron I see thou wilt not trust the ayre with secrets.
Deme.
1760 For this care of Tamora,
(crets.
(crets.
Her selfe, and hers are highly bound to thee.
Exeunt
Aron.
Now to the Gothes, as swift as Swallow flies,
There to dispose this treasure in mine armes,
And secretly to greete the Empresse friends:
1765 Come on you thick‑lipt‑slaue, Ile beare you
hence,
For it is you that puts vs to our shifts:
Ile make you feed on berries, and on rootes,
And feed on curds and whay, and sucke the Goate,
And cabbin in a Caue, and bring you vp
1770 To be a warriour, and command a Campe.
Exit
[Act 4, Scene 3] §
Enter Titus, old Marcus,
young Lucius, and other gentlemen
with bowes, and Titus beares the arrowes with
Letters on the end of them.
with bowes, and Titus beares the arrowes with
Letters on the end of them.
Tit.
Come Marcus, come, kinsmen this is the
way.
Sir Boy let me see your Archerie,
Looke yee draw home enough, and 'tis there straight:
Terras Astrea reliquit, be you
remembred Marcus.
1775 She's gone, she's fled, sirs take you to your
tooles,
You Cosens shall goe sound the Ocean:
And cast your nets, haply you may find her in the
Sea,
Yet ther's as little iustice as at Land:
No Publius and Sempronius, you must doe it,
'Tis
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The Lamentable Tragedie of Titus Andronicus.
1780 'Tis you must dig with Mattocke, and with Spade,
And pierce the inmost Center of the earth:
Then when you come to Plutoes Region,
I pray you deliuer him this petition,
Tell him it is for iustice, and for aide,
1785 And that it comes from old Andronicus,
Shaken with sorrowes in vngratefull Rome.
Ah Rome! Well, well, I made thee miserable,
What time I threw the peoples suffrages
On him that thus doth tyrannize ore me.
1790 Goe get you gone, and pray be carefull all,
And leaue you not a man of warre vnsearcht,
This wicked Emperour may haue shipt her hence,
And kinsmen then we may goe pipe for iustice.
Marc.
O Publius is not this a heauie case
1795 To see thy Noble Vnckle thus distract?
Publ.
Therefore my Lords it highly vs concernes,
By day and night t' attend him carefully:
And feede his humour kindely as we may,
Till time beget some carefull remedie.
Marc.
1800 Kinsmen, his sorrowes are past remedie.
Ioyne with the Gothes, and with reuengefull warre,
Take wreake on Rome for this ingratitude,
And vengeance on the Traytor Saturnine.
Tit.
Publius how now? how now my
Maisters?
1805 What haue you met with her?
Publ.
No my good Lord, but Pluto sends you
word,
If you will haue reuenge from hell you shall,
Marrie for iustice she is so imploy'd,
He thinkes with Ioue in heauen, or some
where else:
1810 So that perforce you must needs stay a time.
Tit.
He doth me wrong to feed me with delayes,
Ile diue into the burning Lake below,
And pull her out of Acaron by the
heeles.
Marcus we are but shrubs, no Cedars
we,
1815 No big‑bon'd‑men, fram'd of the
Cyclops size,
But mettall Marcus steele to the
very backe,
Yet wrung with wrongs more then our backe can beare:
And sith there's no iustice in earth nor hell,
We will sollicite heauen, and moue the Gods
1820 To send downe Iustice for to wreake our wongs wrongs:
Come to this geare, you are a good Archer Marcus.
He giues them the
Arrowes.
Ad Iouem, that's for
you: here ad Appollonem,
Ad Martem, that's for
my selfe,
Heere Boy to Pallas, heere to Mercury,
1825 To Saturnine, to Caius, not to Saturnine,
You were as good to shoote against the winde.
Too it Boy, Marcus loose when I bid:
Of my word, I haue written to effect,
Ther's not a God left vnsollicited.
Marc.
1830 Kinsmen, shoot all your shafts into the Court,
We will afflict the Emperour in his pride.
Tit.
Now Maisters draw, Oh well said Lucius:
Good Boy in Virgoes lap, giue it Pallas.
Marc.
My Lord, I aime a Mile beyond the Moone,
1835 Your letter is with Iupiter by this.
Tit.
Ha, ha, Publius, Publius, what hast
thou done?
See, see, thou hast shot off one of Taurus hornes.
Mar.
This was the sport my Lord, when Publius
shot,
The Bull being gal'd, gaue Aries
such a knocke,
1840 That downe fell both the Rams hornes in the Court,
And who should finde them but the Empresse villaine:
She laught, and told the Moore he should not choose
But giue them to his Maister for a present.
Tit.
[1844] Why there it goes, God giue your Lordship ioy.
Enter the Clowne with a
basket and two Pigeons in it.
Titus.
1845 Newes, newes, from heauen,
Marcus the poast is come.
Sirrah, what tydings? haue you any letters?
Shall I haue Iustice, what sayes Iupiter?
Clowne.
[1849] Ho the Iibbetmaker, he sayes that he hath ta [l. 1850] ken them downe againe, for the man must not be hang'd [l. 1851] till the next weeke.
Tit.
[1852] But what sayes Iupiter I aske thee?
Clowne.
Alas sir I know not Iupiter:
I neuer dranke with him in all my life.
Tit.
[1855] Why villaine art not thou the Carrier?
Clowne.
[1856] I of my Pigions sir, nothing else.
Tit.
[1857] Why, did'st thou not come from heauen?
Clowne.
From heauen? Alas sir, I neuer came there,
God forbid I should be so bold, to presse to heauen in my
1860 young dayes. Why I am going with my pigeons to the
Tribunall Plebs, to take vp a matter of brawle, betwixt
my Vncle, and one of the Emperialls men.
Mar.
Why sir, that is as fit as can be to serue for your
Oration, and let him deliuer the Pigions to the Emperour
from you.
from you.
Tit.
1865 Tell mee, can you deliuer an Oration to the Em
perour with a Grace?
perour with a Grace?
Clowne.
[1866] Nay truely sir, I could neuer say grace in all [l. 1867] my life.
Tit.
Sirrah come hither, make no more adoe,
But giue your Pigeons to the Emperour,
1870 By me thou shalt haue Iustice at his hands.
Hold, hold, meane while her's money for thy charges.
Giue me pen and inke.
Sirrah, can you with a Grace deliuer a Supplication?
Clowne.
[1874] I sir
Titus.
[1875] Then here is a Supplication for you, and when [l. 1876] you come to him, at the first approach you must kneele, [l. 1877] then kisse his foote, then deliuer vp your Pigeons, and [l. 1878] then looke for your reward. Ile be at hand sir, see you do [l. 1879] it brauely.
Clowne.
[1880] I warrant you sir, let me alone.
Tit.
Sirrha hast thou a knife? Come let me see it.
Heere Marcus, fold it in the Oration,
For thou hast made it like an humble Suppliant:
And when thou hast giuen it the Emperour,
1885 Knocke at my dore, and tell me what he sayes.
Clowne.
[1886] God be with you sir, I will.
Exit.
Tit.
[1887] Come Marcus let vs goe, Publius follow me.
Exeunt.
[Act 4, Scene 4] §
Enter Emperour and Empresse,
and her two sonnes, the
Emperour brings the Arrowes in his hand
that Titus shot at him.
Emperour brings the Arrowes in his hand
that Titus shot at him.
Satur.
Why Lords,
What wrongs are these? was euer seene
What wrongs are these? was euer seene
An Emperour in Rome thus ouerborne,
1890 Troubled, Confronted thus, and for the extent
Of eg all iustice, vs'd in such contempt?
My Lords, you know the mightfull Gods,
(How euer these disturbers of our peace
Buz in the peoples eares) there nought hath past,
1895 But euen with law against the willfull Sonnes
Of old Andronicus. And what and if
His sorrowes haue so ouerwhelm'd his wits,
Shall we be thus afflicted in his wreakes,
His fits, his frenzie, and his bitternesse?
1900 And now he writes to heauen for his redresse.
See, heeres to Ioue, and this to Mercury,
This
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The Lamentable Tragedie of Titus Andronicus.
This to Apollo, this to the God of
warre:
Sweet scrowles to flie about the streets of Rome:
What's this but Libelling against the Senate,
1905 And blazoning our Iniustice euery where?
A goodly humour, is it not my Lords?
As who would say, in Rome no Iustice were.
But if I liue, his fained extasies
Shall be no shelter to these outrages:
1910 But he and his shall know, that Iustice liues
In Saturninus health; whom if he
sleepe,
Hee'l so awake, as he in fury shall
Cut off the proud'st Conspirator that
liues.
Tamo.
My gracious Lord, my louely Saturnine,
1915 Lord of my life, Commander of my thoughts,
Calme thee, and beare the faults of Titus
age,
Th' effects of sorrow for his valiant
Sonnes,
Whose losse hath pier'st him deepe, and
scar'd his heart;
And rather comfort his distressed plight,
1920 Then prosecute the meanest or the best
For these contempts. Why thus it shall become
High witted Tamora to glose with all:
Aside.
But Titus, I haue touch'd thee to
the quicke,
Thy life blood out: If Aaron now be
wise,
1925 Then is all safe, the Anchor's in the Port.
Enter Clowne.
How now good fellow, would'st thou speake with vs?
Clow.
[1926] Yea forsooth, and your Mistership be Emperiall.
Tam.
[1927] Empresse I am, but yonder sits the Emperour.
Clo.
'Tis he; God & Saint Stephen giue you good den;
I haue brought you a Letter, & a couple of Pigions heere.
He reads the
Letter.
Satu.
[1930] Goe take him away, and hang him presently.
Clowne.
[1931] How much money must I haue?
Tam.
[1932] Come sirrah you must be hang'd.
Clow.
[1933] Hang'd? ber Lady, then I haue brought vp a neck [l. 1934] to a faire end.
Exit.
Satu.
1935 Despightfull and intollerable wrongs,
Shall I endure this monstrous villany?
I know from whence this same deuise proceedes:
May this be borne? As if his traytrous Sonnes,
That dy'd by law for murther of our Brother,
1940 Haue by my meanes beene butcher'd wrongfully?
Goe dragge the villaine hither by the haire,
Nor Age, nor Honour, shall shape priuiledge:
For this proud mocke, Ile be thy slaughter man:
Sly franticke wretch, that holp'st to make me
great,
1945 In hope thy selfe should gouerne Rome and me.
Enter Nuntius
Emillius.
Satur.
[1946] What newes with thee Emillius?
Emil.
Arme my Lords, Rome neuer had more cause,
The Gothes haue gather'd head, and with a power
Of high resolued men, bent to the spoyle
1950 They hither march amaine, vnder conduct
Of Lucius, Sonne to old Andronicus:
Who threats in course of this reuenge to do
As much as euer Coriolanus did.
King.
Is warlike Lucius Generall of the
Gothes?
1955 These tydings nip me, and I hang the head
As flowers with frost, or grasse beat downe with
stormes:
I, now begins our sorrowes to approach,
'Tis he the common people loue so much,
My selfe hath often heard them say,
1960 (When I haue walked like a priuate man)
That Lucius banishment was wrongfully,
And they haue wisht that Lucius were their
Emperour.
Tam.
[1963] Why should you feare? Is not our City strong?
King.
I, but the Cittizens fauour Lucius,
1965 And will reuolt from me, to succour him.
Tam.
King, be thy thoughts Imperious like thy
name.
Is the Sunne dim'd, that Gnats do flie in it?
The Eagle suffers little Birds to sing,
And is not carefull what they meane thereby,
1970 Knowing that with the shadow of his wings,
He can at pleasure stint their melodie.
Euen so mayest thou, the giddy men of Rome,
Then cheare thy spirit, for know thou Emperour,
I will enchaunt the old Andronicus,
1975 With words more sweet, and yet more dangerous
Then baites to fish, or hony stalkes to sheepe,
When as the one is wounded with the baite,
The other rotted with delicious foode.
King.
[1979] But he will not entreat his Sonne for vs.
Tam.
1980 If Tamora entreat him, then he will,
For I can smooth and fill his aged eare,
With golden promises, that were his heart
Almost Impregnable, his old eares deafe,
Yet should both eare and heart obey my tongue.
1985 Goe thou before to our Embassadour,
Say, that the Emperour requests a parly
Of warlike Lucius, and appoint the
meeting.
King.
Emillius do this message Honourably,
And if he stand in Hostage for his safety,
1990 Bid him demaund what pledge will please him best.
Emill.
[1991] Your bidding shall I do effectually.
Exit.
Tam.
Now will I to that old Andronicus,
And temper him with all the Art I haue,
To plucke proud Lucius from the warlike
Gothes.
1995 And now sweet Emperour be blithe againe,
And bury all thy feare in my deuises.
Satu.
[1997] Then goe successantly and plead for him.
Exit.
Actus Quintus.
[Act 5, Scene 1] §
Flourish. Enter Lucius with
an Army of Gothes,
with Drum and Souldiers.
with Drum and Souldiers.
Luci.
Approued warriours, and my faithfull Friends,
I haue receiued Letters from great Rome,
2000 Which signifies what hate they beare their Emperour,
And how desirous of our sight they are.
Therefore great Lords, be as your Titles witnesse,
Imperious and impatient of your wrongs,
And wherein Rome hath done you any scathe,
2005 Let him make treble satisfaction.
Goth.
Braue slip, sprung from the Great Andronicus,
Whose name was once our terrour, now our comfort,
Whose high exploits, and honourable Deeds,
Ingratefull Rome requites with foule contempt:
2010 Behold in vs, weele follow where thou lead'st,
Like stinging Bees in hottest Sommers day,
Led by their Maister to the flowred fields,
And be aueng'd on cursed Tamora:
And as he saith, so say we all with him.
Luci.
2015 I humbly thanke him, and I thanke you all.
But who comes heere, led by a lusty Goth?
Enter a Goth leading of
Aaron with his child
in his armes.
in his armes.
Goth.
Renowned Lucius, from our troups I
straid,
To gaze vpon a ruinous Monasterie,
And
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The Lamentable Tragedie of Titus Andronicus.
And as I earnestly did fixe mine eye
2020 Vpon the wasted building, suddainely
I heard a childe cry vnderneath a wall:
I made vnto the noyse, when soone I heard,
The crying babe control'd with this discourse:
Peace Tawny slaue, halfe me, and halfe thy Dam,
2025 Did not thy Hue bewray whose brat thou art?
Had nature lent thee, but thy Mothers looke,
Villaine thou might'st haue bene an Emperour.
But where the Bull and Cow are both milk‑white,
They neuer do beget a cole‑blacke‑Calfe:
2030 Peace, villaine peace, euen thus he rates the babe,
For I must beare thee to a trusty Goth,
Who when he knowes thou art the Empresse babe,
Will hold thee dearely for thy Mothers sake.
With this, my weapon drawne I rusht vpon him,
2035 Surpriz'd him suddainely, and brought him hither
To vse, as you thinke needefull of the man.
Luci.
Oh worthy Goth, this is the incarnate deuill,
That rob'd Andronicus of his good
hand:
This is the Pearle that pleas'd your Empresse eye,
2040 And heere's the Base Fruit of his burning lust.
Say wall‑ey'd slaue, whether would'st
thou conuay
This growing Image of thy fiend‑like face?
Why dost not speake? what deafe? Not a word?
A halter Souldiers, hang him on this Tree,
2045 And by his side his Fruite of Bastardie.
Aron.
[2046] Touch not the Boy, he is of Royall blood.
Luci.
Too like the Syre for euer being good.
First hang the Child that he may see it sprall,
A sight to vexe the Fathers soule withall.
Aron.
2050 Get me a Ladder Lucius, saue the
Childe,
And beare it from me to the Empresse:
If thou do this, Ile shew thee wondrous things,
That highly may aduantage thee to heare;
If thou wilt not, befall what may befall,
2055 Ile speake no more: but vengeance rot you all.
Luci.
Say on, and if it please me which thou speak'st,
Thy child shall liue, and I will see it Nourisht.
Aron.
And if it please thee? why assure thee Lucius,
'Twill vexe thy soule to heare what I shall speake:
2060 For I must talke of Murthers, Rapes, and Massacres,
Acts of Blacke‑night, abhominable Deeds,
Complots of Mischiefe, Treason, Villanies
Ruthfull to heare, yet pittiously preform'd,
And this shall all be buried by my death,
2065 Vnlesse thou sweare to me my Childe shall liue.
Luci.
Tell on thy minde,
I say thy Childe shall liue.
Aron.
[2068] Sweare that he shall, and then I will begin.
Luci.
Who should I sweare by,
2070 Thou beleeuest no God,
That graunted, how can'st thou beleeue an oath?
Aron.
What if I do not, as indeed I do not,
Yet for I know thou art Religious,
And hast a thing within thee, called Conscience,
2075 With twenty Popish trickes and Ceremonies,
Which I haue seene thee carefull to obserue:
Therefore I vrge thy oath, for that I know
An Ideot holds his Bauble for a God,
And keepes the oath which by that God he sweares,
2080 To that Ile vrge him: therefore thou shalt vow
By that same God, what God so ere it be
That thou adorest, and hast in reuerence,
To saue my Boy, to nourish and bring him vp,
Ore else I will discouer nought to thee.
Luci.
[2085] Euen by my God I sweare to to to thee I will.
Aron.
First know thou,
I begot him on the Empresse.
Luci.
[2088] Oh most Insatiate luxurious woman!
Aron.
Tut Lucius, this was but a deed of
Charitie,
2090 To that which thou shalt heare of me anon,
'Twas her two Sonnes that murdered Bassianus,
They cut thy Sisters tongue, and rauisht her,
And cut her hands off, and trim'd her as thou
saw'st.
Lucius.
Oh detestable villaine!
2095 Call'st thou that Trimming?
Aron.
Why she was washt, and cut, and trim'd,
And 'twas trim sport for them that had the doing of it.
Luci.
[2098] Oh barbarous beastly villaines like thy selfe!
Aron.
Indeede, I was their Tutor to instruct them
2100 That Codding spirit had they from their Mother,
As sure a Card as euer wonne the Set:
That bloody minde I thinke they learn'd of me,
As true a Dog as euer fought at head.
Well, let my Deeds be witnesse of my worth:
2105 I trayn'd thy Bretheren to that guilefull Hole,
Where the dead Corps of Bassianus lay:
I wrote the Letter, that thy Father found,
And hid the Gold within the Letter mention'd.
Confederate with the Queene, and her two Sonnes,
2110 And what not done, that thou hast cause to rue,
Wherein I had no stroke of Mischeife in it.
I play'd the Cheater for thy Fathers hand,
And when I had it, drew my selfe apart,
And almost broke my heart with extreame laughter.
2115 I pried me through the Creuice of a Wall,
When for his hand, he had his two Sonnes heads,
Beheld his teares, and laught so hartily,
That both mine eyes were rainie like to his:
And when I told the Empresse of this sport,
2120 She sounded almost at my pleasing tale,
And for my tydings, gaue me twenty kisses.
Goth.
[2122] What canst thou say all this, and neuer blush?
Aron.
[2123] I, like a blacke Dogge, as the saying is.
Luci.
[2124] Art thou not sorry for these hainous deedes?
Aron.
2125 I, that I had not done a thousand more:
Euen now I curse the day, and yet I thinke
Few come within few compasse of my curse,
Wherein I did not some Notorious ill,
As kill a man, or else deuise his death,
2130 Rauish a Maid, or plot the way to do it,
Accuse some Innocent, and forsweare my selfe,
Set deadly Enmity betweene two Friends,
Make poore mens Cattell breake their neckes,
Set fire on Barnes and Haystackes in the night,
2135 And bid the Owners quench them with the teares:
Oft haue I dig'd vp dead men from their graues,
And set them vpright at their deere Friends doore,
Euen when their sorrowes almost was forgot,
And on their skinnes, as on the Barke of Trees,
2140 Haue with my knife carued in Romaine Letters,
Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead.
Tut, I haue done a thousand dreadfull things
As willingly, as one would kill a Fly,
And nothing greeues me hartily indeede,
2145 But that I cannot doe ten thousand more.
Luci.
Bring downe the diuell, for he must not die
So sweet a death as hanging presently.
Aron.
If there be diuels, would I were a deuill,
To liue and burne in euerlasting fire,
2150 So I might haue your company in hell,
But
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The Lamentable Tragedie of Titus Andronicus.
But to torment you with my bitter tongue.
Luci.
[2152] Sirs stop his mouth, & let him speake no more.
Enter Emillius.
Goth.
My Lord, there is a Messenger from Rome
Desires to be admitted to your presence.
Luc.
2155 Let him come neere.
Welcome Emillius, what the newes from
Rome?
Emi.
Lord Lucius, and you Princes of the
Gothes,
The Romaine Emperour greetes you all by me,
And for he vnderstands you are in Armes,
2160 He craues a parly at your Fathers house
Willing you to demand your Hostages,
And they shall be immediately deliuered.
Goth.
[2163] What saies our Generall?
Luc.
Emillius, let the Emperour giue his
pledges
2165 Vnto my Father, and my Vncle Marcus,
Flourish.
And we will come: march away.
Exeunt.
[Act 5, Scene 2] §
Enter Tamora, and her two
Sonnes disguised.
Tam.
Thus in this strange and sad Habilliament,
I will encounter with Andronicus,
And say, I am Reuenge sent from below,
2170 To ioyne with him and right his hainous wrongs:
Knocke at his study where they say he keepes,
To ruminate strange plots of dire Reuenge,
Tell him Reuenge is come to ioyne with him,
And worke confusion on his Enemies.
They knocke and Titus opens
his study dore.
Tit.
2175 Who doth mollest my Contemplation?
Is it your tricke to make me ope the dore,
That so my sad decrees may flie away,
And all my studie be to no effect?
You are deceiu'd, for what I meane to do,
2180 See heere in bloody lines I haue set downe:
And what is written shall be executed.
Tam.
[2182] Titus, I am come to talke with thee,
Tit.
No not a word: how can I grace my talke,
Wanting a hand to giue it action,
2185 Thou hast the ods of me, therefore no more.
Tam.
If thou did'st know me,
Thou would'st talke with me.
Tit.
I am not mad, I know thee well enough,
Witnesse this wretched stump,
2190 Witnesse these crimson lines,
Witnesse these Trenches made by griefe and care,
Witnesse the tyring day, and heauie night,
Witnesse all sorrow, that I know thee well
For our proud Empresse, Mighty Tamora:
2195 Is not thy comming for my other hand?
Tamo.
Know thou sad man, I am not Tamora,
She is thy Enemie, and I thy Friend,
I am Reuenge sent from th' infernall Kingdome,
To ease the gnawing Vulture of the mind,
2200 By working wreakefull vengeance on my Foes:
Come downe and welcome me to this worlds light,
Conferre with me of Murder and of Death,
Ther's not a hollow Caue or lurking place,
No Vast obscurity, or Misty vale,
2205 Where bloody Murther or detested Rape,
Can couch for feare, but I will finde them out,
And in their eares tell them my dreadfull name,
Reuenge, which makes the foule offenders quake.
Tit.
Art thou Reuenge? and art thou sent to me,
2210 To be a torment to mine Enemies?
Tam.
[2211] I am, therefore come downe and welcome me.
Tit.
Doe me some seruice ere I come to thee:
Loe by thy side where Rape and Murder stands,
Now giue some surance that thou art Reuenge,
2215 Stab them, or teare them on thy Chariot wheeles,
And then Ile come and be thy Waggoner,
And whirle along with thee about the Globes.
Prouide thee two proper Palfries, as blacke as Iet,
To hale thy vengefull Waggon swift away,
2220 And finde out Murder in their guilty cares.
And when thy Car is loaden with their heads,
I will dismount, and by the Waggon wheele,
Trot like a Seruile footeman all day long,
Euen from Eptons rising in the
East,
2225 Vntill his very downefall in the Sea.
And day by day Ile do this heauy taske,
So thou destroy Rapine and Murder there.
Tam.
[2228] These are my Ministers, and come with me.
Tit.
[2229] Are them thy Ministers, what are they call'd?
Tam.
2230 Rape and Murder, therefore called so,
Cause they take vengeance of such kind of men.
Tit.
Good Lord how like the Empresse Sons they are,
And you the Empresse: But we worldly men,
Haue miserable mad mistaking eyes:
2235 Oh sweet Reuenge, now do I come to thee,
And if one armes imbracement will content thee,
I will imbrace thee in it by and by.
Tam.
This closing with him, fits his Lunacie,
What ere I forge to feede his braine‑sicke fits,
2240 Do you vphold, and maintaine in your speeches,
For now he firmely takes me for Reuenge,
And being Credulous in this mad thought,
Ile make him send for Lucius his
Sonne,
And whil'st I at a Banquet hold him sure,
2245 Ile find some cunning practise out of hand
To scatter and disperse the giddie Gothes,
Or at the least make them his Enemies:
See heere he comes, and I must play my theame.
Tit.
Long haue I bene forlorne, and all for thee,
2250 Welcome dread Fury to my woefull house,
Rapine and Murther, you are welcome too,
How like the Empresse and her Sonnes you are.
Well are you fitted, had you but a Moore,
Could not all hell afford you such a deuill?
2255 For well I wote the Empresse neuer wags;
But in her company there is a Moore,
And would you represent our Queene aright
It were conuenient you had such a deuill:
But welcome as you are, what shall we doe?
Tam.
[2260] What would'st thou haue vs doe Andronicus?
Dem.
[2261] Shew me a Murtherer, Ile deale with him.
Chi.
Shew me a Villaine that hath done a Rape,
And I am sent to be reueng'd on him.
Tam.
Shew me a thousand that haue done thee wrong,
2265 And Ile be reuenged on them all.
Tit.
Looke round about the wicked streets of Rome,
And when thou find'st a man that's like
thy selfe,
Good Murder stab him, hee's a Murtherer.
Goe thou with him, and when it is thy hap
2270 To finde another that is like to thee,
Good Rapine stab him, he is a Rauisher.
Go thou with them, and in the Emperours Court,
There is a Queene attended by a Moore,
Well maist thou know her by thy owne proportion,
2275 For vp and downe she doth resemble thee.
I pray thee doe on them some violent death,
They haue bene violent to me and mine.
Tam.
Well hast thou lesson'd vs, this shall we do.
But would it please thee good Andronicus,
2280 To send for Lucius thy thrice Valiant
Sonne,
Who leades towards Rome a Band of Warlike Gothes,
And bid him come and Banquet at thy house.
When he is heere, euen at thy Solemne Feast,
I will bring in the Empresse and her Sonnes,
2285 The Emperour himselfe, and all thy Foes,
And at thy mercy shall they stoop, and kneele,
And on them shalt thou ease, thy angry heart:
What saies Andronicus to this deuise?
Enter Marcus.
Tit.
Marcus my Brother, 'tis sad Titus calls,
2290 Go gentle Marcus to thy Nephew Lucius,
Thou shalt enquire him out among the Gothes,
Bid him repaire to me, and bring with him
Some of the chiefest Princes of the Gothes,
Bid him encampe his Souldiers where they are,
2295 Tell him the Emperour, and the Empresse too,
Feasts at my house, and he shall Feast with them,
This do thou for my loue, and so let him,
As he regards his aged Fathers life.
Mar.
[2299] This will I do, and soone returne againe.
Tam.
2300 Now will I hence about thy businesse,
And take my Ministers along with me.
Tit.
Nay, nay, let Rape and Murder stay with me,
Or els Ile call my Brother backe againe,
And cleaue to no reuenge but Lucius.
Tam.
2305 What say you Boyes, will you bide with him,
Whiles I goe tell my Lord the Emperour,
How I haue gouern'd our determined iest?
Yeeld to his Humour, smooth and speake him faire,
And tarry with him till I turne againe.
Tit.
2310 I know them all, though they suppose me mad,
And will ore‑reach them in their owne deuises,
A payre of cursed hell‑hounds and their Dam.
Dem.
[2313] Madam depart at pleasure, leaue vs heere.
Tam.
Farewell Andronicus, reuenge now goes
2315 To lay a complot to betray thy Foes.
Tit.
[2316] I know thou doo'st, and sweet reuenge farewell.
Chi.
[2317] Tell vs old man, how shall we be imploy'd?
Tit.
Tut, I haue worke enough for you to doe,
Publius come hither, Caius, and Valentine.
Pub.
[2320] What is your will?
Tit.
[2321] Know you these two?
Pub.
The Empresse Sonnes
I take them, Chiron, Demetrius.
Titus.
Fie Publius, fie, thou art too much
deceau'd,
2325 The one is Murder, Rape is the others name,
And therefore bind them gentle Publius,
Caius, and Valentine, lay hands on them,
Oft haue you heard me wish for such an houre,
And now I find it, therefore binde them sure,
Chi.
[2330] Villaines forbeare, we are the Empresse Sonnes.
Pub.
And therefore do we, what we are commanded.
Stop close their mouthes, let them not speake a word,
Is he sure bound, looke that you binde them fast.
Exeunt.
Enter Titus Andronicus with
a knife, and Lauinia
with a Bason.
with a Bason.
Tit.
Come, come Lauinia, looke, thy Foes are
bound,
2335 Sirs stop their mouthes, let them not speake to me,
But let them heare what fearefull words I vtter.
Oh Villaines, Chiron, and Demetrius,
Here stands the spring whom you haue stain'd
with mud,
This goodly Sommer with your Winter mixt,
2340 You kil'd her husband, and for that vil'd
fault,
Two of her Brothers were condemn'd to death,
My hand cut off, and made a merry iest,
Both her sweet Hands, her Tongue, and that more deere
Then Hands or tongue, her spotlesse Chastity,
2345 Inhumaine Traytors, you constrain'd and
for'st.
What would you say, if I should let you speake?
Villaines for shame you could not beg for grace.
Harke Wretches, how I meane to martyr you,
This one Hand yet is left, to cut your throats,
2350 Whil'st that Lauinia tweene
her stumps doth hold:
The Bason that receiues your guilty blood.
You know your Mother meanes to feast with me,
And calls herselfe Reuenge, and thinkes me mad.
Harke Villaines, I will grin'd your bones to
dust,
2355 And with your blood and it, Ile make a Paste,
And of the Paste a Coffen I will reare,
And make two Pasties of your shamefull Heads,
And bid that strumpet your vnhallowed Dam,
Like to the earth swallow her increase.
2360 This is the Feast, that I haue bid her to,
And this the Banquet she shall surfet on,
For worse then Philomel you vsd my
Daughter,
And worse then Progne, I will be
reueng'd,
And now prepare your throats: Lauinia
come.
2365 Receiue the blood, and when that they are dead,
Let me goe grin'd their Bones to powder small,
And with this hatefull Liquor temper it,
And in that Paste let their vil'd Heads be
bakte,
Come, come, be euery one officious,
2370 To make this Banket, which I wish might proue,
More sterne and bloody then the Centaures Feast.
He cuts their
throats.
So now bring them in, for Ile play the Cooke,
And see them ready, gainst their Mother comes.
Exeunt.
[Act 5, Scene 3] §
Enter Lucius, Marcus, and
the Gothes.
Luc.
Vnckle Marcus, since 'tis my Fathers
minde
2375 That I repair to Rome, I am content.
Goth.
[2376] And ours with thine befall, what Fortune will.
Luc.
Good Vnckle take you in this barbarous Moore,
This Rauenous Tiger, this accursed deuill,
Let him receiue no sustenance, fetter him,
2380 Till he be brought vnto the Emperours face,
For testimony of her foule proceedings.
And see the Ambush of our Friends be strong,
If ere the Emperour meanes no good to vs.
Aron.
Some deuill whisper curses in my eare,
2385 And prompt me that my tongue may vtter forth,
The Venemous Mallice of my swelling heart.
Luc.
Away Inhumaine Dogge, Vnhallowed Slaue,
Sirs, helpe our Vnckle, to conuey him in,
Flourish
The Trumpets shew the Emperour is at hand.
Sound Trumpets. Enter
Emperour and Empresse, with
Tribunes and others.
Tribunes and others.
Sat.
[2390] What, hath the Firemament more Suns then one?
Luc.
[2391] What bootes it thee to call thy selfe a Sunne?
Mar.
Romes Emperour & Nephewe breake the parle
These quarrels must be quietly debated,
The Feast is ready which the carefull Titus,
Hath
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The Lamentable Tragedie of Titus Andronicus.
2395 Hath ordained to an Honourable end,
For Peace, for Loue, for League, and good to Rome:
Please you therfore draw nie and take your places.
Satur.
[2398] Marcus we will.
Hoboyes.
A Table brought in.
Enter Titus like a Cooke, placing the meat on
the Table, and Lauinia with a vale ouer her face.
Enter Titus like a Cooke, placing the meat on
the Table, and Lauinia with a vale ouer her face.
Titus.
Welcome my gracious Lord,
2400 Welcome Dread Queene,
Welcome ye Warlike Gothes, welcome Lucius,
And welcome all: although the cheere be poore,
'Twill fill your stomacks, please you eat of it.
Sat.
[2404] Why art thou thus attir'd Andronicus?
Tit.
2405 Because I would be sure to haue all well,
To entertaine your Highnesse, and your Empresse.
Tam.
[2407] We are beholding to you good Andronicus?
Tit.
And if your Highnesse knew my heart, you were:
My Lord the Emperour resolue me this,
2410 Was it well done of rash Virginius,
To slay his daughter with his owne right hand.
Because she was enfor'st, stain'd, and
deflowr'd?
Satur.
[2413] It was Andronicus.
Tit.
[2414] Your reason, Mighty Lord?
Sat.
2415 Because the Girle, should not suruiue her shame,
And by her presence still renew his sorrowes.
Tit.
A reason mighty, strong, and effectuall,
A patterne, president, and liuely warrant,
For me (most wretched) to performe the like:
2420 Die, die, Lauinia, and thy shame with
thee,
And with thy shame, thy Fathers sorrow die.
He kils her.
Sat.
[2422] What hast done, vnnaturall and vnkinde?
Tit.
Kil'd her for whom my teares haue made me blind.
I am as wofull as Virginius was,
2425 And haue a thousand times more cause then he.
Sat.
[2426] What was she rauisht? tell who did the deed,
Tit.
Wilt please you eat,
Wilt please your Highnesse feed?
Tam.
[2429] Why hast thou slaine thine onely Daughter?
Titus.
2430 Not I, 'twas Chiron and Demetrius,
They rauisht her, and cut away her tongue,
And they, 'twas they, that did her all this wrong.
Satu.
[2433] Go fetch them hither to vs presently.
Tit.
Why there they are both, baked in that Pie,
2435 Whereof their Mother dantily daintily hath fed,
Eating the flesh that she herselfe hath bred.
'Tis true, 'tis true, witnesse my kniues sharpe point.
He stabs the
Empresse.
Satu.
[2438] Die franticke wretch, for this accursed deed.
Luc.
Can the Sonnes eye, behold his Father bleed?
2440 There's meede for meede, death for a deadly deed.
Mar.
You sad fac'd men, people and Sonnes of Rome,
By vprores seuer'd like a flight of Fowle,
Scattred by windes and high tempestuous gusts:
Oh let me teach you how, to knit againe
2445 This scattred Corne, into one mutuall sheafe,
These broken limbs againe into one body.
Goth.
Let Rome herselfe be bane vnto herselfe,
And shee whom mightie kingdomes cursie too,
Like a forlorne and desperate castaway,
2450 Doe shamefull execution on her selfe.
But if my frostie signes and chaps of age,
Graue witnesses of true experience,
Cannot induce you to attend my words,
Speake Romes deere friend, as 'erst our
Auncestor,
2455 When with his solemne tongue he did discourse
To loue‑sicke Didoes sad attending
eare,
The story of that balefull burning night,
When subtil Greekes surpriz'd King Priams Troy:
Tell vs what Sinon hath bewicht our
eares,
2460 Or who hath brought the fatall engine in,
That giues our Troy, our Rome the ciuill wound.
My heart is not compact of flint nor
steele,
Nor can I vtter all our bitter griefe,
But floods of teares will drowne my Oratorie,
2465 And breake my very vttrance, euen in the time
When it should moue you to attend me most,
Lending your kind hand Commiseration.
Heere is a Captaine, let him tell the tale,
Your hearts will throb and weepe to heare him speake.
Luc.
2470 This Noble Auditory, be it knowne to you,
That cursed Chiron and Demetrius
Were they that murdred our Emperours Brother,
And they it were that rauished our Sister,
For their fell faults our Brothers were beheaded,
2475 Our Fathers teares despis'd, and basely
cousen'd,
Of that true hand that fought Romes quarrell out,
And sent her enemies vnto the graue.
Lastly, my selfe vnkindly banished,
The gates shut on me, and turn'd weeping out,
2480 To beg reliefe among Romes Enemies,
Who drown'd their enmity in my true teares,
And op'd their armes to imbrace me as a Friend:
And I am turned forth, be it knowne to you,
That haue preseru'd her welfare in my blood,
2485 And from her bosome tooke the Enemies point,
Sheathing the steele in my aduentrous body.
Alas you know, I am no Vaunter I,
My scars can witnesse, dumbe although they are,
That my report is iust and full of truth:
2490 But soft, me thinkes I do digresse too much,
Cyting my worthlesse praise: Oh pardon me,
For when no Friends are by, men praise themselues,
Marc.
Now is my turne to speake: Behold this Child,
Of this was Tamora deliuered,
2495 The issue of an Irreligious Moore,
Chiefe Architect and plotter of these woes,
The Villaine is aliue in Titus house,
And as he is, to witnesse this is true.
Now iudge what course had Titus to
reuenge
2500 These wrongs, vnspeakeable past patience,
Or more then any liuing man could beare.
Now you haue heard the truth, what say you Romaines?
Haue we done ought amisse? shew vs wherein,
And from the place where you behold vs now,
2505 The poore remainder of Andronici,
Will hand in hand all headlong cast vs downe,
And on the ragged stones beat forth our braines,
And make a mutuall closure of our house:
Speake Romaines speake, and if you say we shall,
2510 Loe hand in hand, Lucius and I will
fall.
Emilli.
Come come, thou reuerent man of Rome,
And bring our Emperour gently in thy hand,
Lucius our Emperour: for well I know,
The common voyce do cry it shall be so.
Mar.
2515 Lucius, all haile Romes Royall
Emperour,
Goe, goe into old Titus sorrowfull
house,
And hither hale that misbelieuing Moore,
To be adiudg'd some direfull slaughtering death,
As punishment for his most wicked life.
2520 Lucius all haile to Romes gracious
Gouernour.
Luc.
Thankes gentle Romanes, may I gouerne so,
To heale Romes harmes, and wipe away her woe.
But gentle people, giue me ayme a‑while,
For Nature puts me to a heauy taske:
2525 Stand all aloofe, but Vnckle draw you neere,
To shed obsequious teares vpon this Trunke:
Oh take this warme kisse on thy pale cold lips,
These sorrowfull drops vpon thy bloud‑slaine face,
The last true Duties of thy Noble Sonne.
Mar.
2530 Teare for teare, and louing kisse for kisse,
Thy Brother Marcus tenders on thy
Lips:
O were the summe of these that I should pay
Countlesse, and infinit, yet would I pay them.
Luc.
Come hither Boy, come, come, and learne of vs
2535 To melt in showres: thy Grandsire lou'd thee well:
Many a time he danc'd thee on his knee:
Sung thee asleepe, his Louing Brest, thy Pillow:
Many a matter hath he told to thee,
Meete, and agreeing with thine Infancie:
2540 In that respect then, like a louing Childe,
Shed yet some small drops from thy tender Spring,
Because kinde Nature doth require it so:
Friends, should associate Friends, in Greefe and Wo.
Bid him farwell, commit him to the Graue,
2545 Do him that kindnesse, and take leaue of him.
Boy.
O Grandsire, Grandsire: euen with all my heart
Would I were Dead, so you did Liue againe.
O Lord, I cannot speake to him for weeping,
My teares will choake me, if I ope my mouth.
Romans.
2550 You sad Andronici, haue done with
woes,
Giue sentence on this execrable Wretch,
That hath beene breeder of these dire euents.
Luc.
Set him brest deepe in earth, and famish him:
There let him stand, and raue, and cry for foode:
2555 If any one releeues, or pitties him,
For the offence, he dyes. This is our doome:
Some stay, to see him fast'ned in the
earth.
Aron.
O why should wrath be mute, & Fury dumbe?
I am no Baby I, that with base Prayers
2560 I should repent the Euils I haue done.
Ten thousand worse, then euer yet I did,
Would I performe if I might haue my will:
If one good Deed in all my life I did,
I do repent it from my very Soule.
Lucius.
2565 Some louing Friends conuey the Emperour hence,
And giue him buriall in his Fathers graue.
My Father, and Lauinia, shall
forthwith
Be closed in our Housholds Monument:
As for that heynous Tyger Tamora,
2570 No Funerall Rite, nor man in mournfull Weeds:
No mournfull Bell shall ring her Buriall:
But throw her foorth to Beasts and Birds of prey:
Her life was Beast‑like, and deuoid of pitty,
And being so, shall haue like want of pitty.
2575 See Iustice done on Aaron that
damn'd Moore,
From whom, our heauy happes had their beginning:
Then afterwards, to Order well the State,
That like Euents, may ne're it Ruinate.
Exeunt omnes.
FINIS.