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And will o'er-reach them in their own devices,
A pair of cursed hell-hounds, and their dam. [ Aside.

Dem. Madam, depart at pleasure, leave us here.

Tam. Farewell, Andronicus : Revenge now goes
To lay a complot to betray thy foes. [Exit TAMORA.

Tit. I know, thou dost; and, sweet Revenge, farewell.
Chi. Tell us, old man, how shall we be employ'd ?

Tit. Tut, I have work enough for you to do.
Publius, come hither, Caius, and Valentine !

Enter PUBLIUS, and Others.

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Pub. What's your will?



these two? Puh.

Th'empress' fons,
I take them, Chiron, and Demetrius.

Tit. Fye, Publius, fye! thou art too much deceiv'd;
The one is Murder, Rape is the other's name :
And therefore bind then, gentle Publius;
Caius, and Valentine, lay hands on them :
Oft have you heard me wish for such an hour,
And now I find it: therefore bind them sure;
And stop their mouths, if they begin to cry.
(Exit Titus.-PUBLIUS, &c. lay hold on CHIRON

Chi. Villains, forbear; we are the empress' fons.

Pub. And therefore do we what we are commanded.
Stop close their mouths, let them not speak a word:
Is he sure bound ? look, that you bind them faft.

Re-enter Titus ANDRONICUS, with LAVINIA ; fhe bear.

ing a bafon; and be a knife.
Tit. Come, come, Lavinia ; look, thy foes are bound;
Sirs, stop their mouths, let them not speak to me ;
But let them hear what fearful words I utter,
O villains, Chiron and Demetrius !


Here stands the spring whom you have staind with mud;
This goodly summer with your winter mix'd.
You kill'd her husband; and, for that vile fault, .
Two of her brothers were condemn'd to death :
My hand cut off, and made a merry jest :
Both her sweet hands, her tongue, and that, more dear
Than hands or tongue, her spotless chastity,
Inhuman traitors, you constrain’d and forc'd.
What would you say, if I should let you speak ?
Villains, for shame you could not beg for grace.
Hark, wretches, how I mean to martyr you.
This one hand yet is left to cut your throats ;
Whilst that Lavinia 'tween her stumps doth hold
The bason, that receives your guilty blood.
You know, your mother means to feast with me,
And calls herself, Revenge, and thinks me mad,
Hark, villains; I will grind your bones to dust,
And with your blood and it, I'll make a parte;
And of the paste a coffin I will rear,
And make two pasties of your shameful heads;
And bid that strumpet, your unhallow'd dam,
Like to the earth, swallow her own increase.
This is the feast that I have bid her to,
And this the banquet she shall surfeit
For worse than Philomel you us’d my daughter,
And worse than Progne I will be reveng’d:
And now prepare your throats. Lavinia, come,

[He cuts their throats.
Receive their blood; and, when that they are dead,
Let me go grind their bones to powder small,
And with this hateful liquor temper it;
And in that palte let their vile heads be bak'd.
Come, come, be every one officious
To make this banquet; which I wish may prove



on ;

More stern and bloody than the Centaurs' fealt.
So, now bring them in, for I will play the cook,
And see them ready 'gainst their mother comes.

[Exeunt, bearing the dead bodies.


The same. A Pavilion, with tables, &c.

Enter LUCIUS, MARCUS, and Goths, with AARON,

prisoner. Luc. Uncle Marcus, since ’tis my father's mind, That I repair to Rome, I am content.

1 Goth. And ours with thine, befall what fortune will.

Luc. Good uncle, take you in this barbarous Mour, This ravenous tiger, this accursed devil; Let him receive no sustenance, fetter him, Till he be brought unto the empress' face, For testimony of her foul proceedings : And see the ambush of our friends be strong : I fear, the emperor means no good to us.

Aar. Some devil whisper curses in mine ear, And prompt me, that my tongue may utter forth The venomous malice of my swelling heart!

Luc, Away, inhuman dog! unhallow'd save! Sirs, help our uncle to convey him in.-

[Exeunt Goths, with AARON. Flourish. The trumpets show, the emperor is at hand.

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Enter SATURNINUS and TAMORA, with Tribunes, Sena.

tors, and Others.

Sat. What, bath the firmanent more suns than one ?


Titus Andrmicus

Act.6. Scene.3.

Published Oct:1.1800. by Vernor & Hood, Poultry.

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