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Enter Titus, old Marcus, young Lucius, and other Gentlemen with bows; and Titus bears the arrows with letters on the ends of them.

Tit. Come, Marcus, come ;-Kinfmen, this is
the way:-

Sir boy, now let me fee your archery;
Look, ye draw home enough, and 'tis there straight:
Terras Aftrea reliquit:be you remember'd,

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Here, boy, to Pallas:-Here to Mercury :-
To Saturn, and to Coelus; not to Saturnine,-
You were as good to shoot against the wind.-
To it, boy. Marcus, loose when I bid:
150' my word, I have written to effect;
There's not a god left ur.folicited.

She's gone, she's fled.-Sirs, take you to your tools. 20
You, coufins, fhall go found the ocean,

And caft your nets; haply, you may find her in
the fea;

Yet there's as little juftice as at land :——
No; Publius and Sempronius, you must do it;
'Tis you must dig with mattock, and with spade,
And pierce the inmoft centre of the earth;
Then, when you come to Pluto's region,
I pray you, deliver him this petition :
Tell him, it is for juftice, and for aid;

And that it comes from old Andronicus,

Shaken with forrows in ungrateful Rome.

Ah, Rome? Well, well; I made thee miferable,
What time I threw the people's fuffrages
On him that thus doth tyrannize o'er me.-
Go, get you gone; and pray be careful all,
And leave you not a man of war unfearch'd;
This wicked emperor may have fhipp'd her hence,
And, kinsmen, then we may go pipe for juftice.
Mar. O, Publius, is not this a heavy cafe,
To fee thy noble uncle thus distract?

Pub. Therefore, my lord, it highly us con

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Mar. Kinfmen, shoot all your shafts into the
We will afflict the emperor in his pride.
Tit. Now, masters, draw. [They foot.] O, well
faid, Lucius !

Good boy, in Virgo's lap, give it to Pallas.

Mar. My lord, I am a mile beyond the moon ; Your letter is with Jupiter by this.

Tit. Ha! Publius, Publius, what haft thou done? 25 See, fee, thou hast shot off one of Taurus' horns. Mar. This was the fport, my lord; when Pub

lius fhot,

The bull being gall'd, gave Aries fuch a knock
That down fell both the ram's horns in the court;

30 And who should find them but the emperefs' vil-



She laugh'd, and told the Moor, he fhould not
But give them to his master for a prefent.
Tit. Why, there it goes: God give your lord-

ship joy!

Enter a Clown, with a basket and two pigeons. News, news from heaven! Marcus, the poft


Sirrah, what tidings? have you any letters? 40 Shall I have justice? what says Jupiter?


[ters, 50

Tit. Publius, how now? how now, my mafWhat, have you met with her?


Pub. No, my good lord; but Pluto fends you
If you will have revenge from hell, you shall:
Marry, for Juftice, fhe is fo employ'd,

He thinks with Jove in heaven, or fomewhere else,
So that perforce you needs must stay a time.

Tit. He doth me wrong, to feed me with delays.
I'll dive into the burning lake below,
And pull her out of Acheron by the heels.-
Marcus, we are but fhrubs, no cedars we;
No big-bon'd men, fram'd of the Cyclops' fize;

Clown. Ho! the gibbet-maker? he says, that he hath taken them down again, for the man must not be hang'd 'till the next week.

Tit. Tut, what fays Jupiter, I ask thee? Clorun. Alas, fir, I know not Jupiter; I never drank with him in all my life.

Tit. Why, villain, art not thou the carrier? Clown. Ay, of my pigeons, fir; nothing else. Tit. Why, didft thou not come from heaven? Clown. From heaven? alas, fir, I never came there: God forbid, I fhould be fo bold to prefs to heaven in my young days! Why, I am going with my pigeons to the tribunal plebs', to take up a matter of brawl betwixt my uncle and one of the 55lemperial's men.

Mar. Why, fir, that is as fit as can be, to ferve for your oration; and let him deliver the pigeons to the emperor from you.

Tit. Tell me, can you deliver an oration to the 60 emperor with a grace?

Clown. Nay, truly, fir, I could never fay grace Jin all my life.

The Clown means to fay, to the tribune of the people.

Tit. Sirrah, come hither; make no more ado, But give your pigeons to the emperor: By me thou shalt have justice at his hands. [charges. Hold, hold;-mean while, here's money for thy Give me a pen and ink.—

Sirrah, can you with a grace deliver a fupplication? Clown. Ay, fir.


Tit. Then here is a fupplication for you. And when you come to him, at the first approach, you muft kneel; then kifs his foot; then deliver up 10 your pigeons; and then look for your reward. I'll be at hand, fir; fee you do it bravely. Clown. I warrant you, fir: let me alone. Tit. Sirrah, haft thou a knife? Come, let me feel

Here, Marcus, fold it in the oration;


For thou haft made it like an humble fuppliant :And when thou hast given it the emperor, Knock at my door, and tell me what he says. Clown. God be with you, fir; I will.


Tit. Come, Marcus, let us go:-Publius, follow 20

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Enter Emperor, and Emperefs, and her two fons; the Emperor brings the arrows in his band, that Titus fost.

Sat. Why, lords, what wrongs are these? Was ever seen

An emperor of Rome thus over-borne,
Troubled, confronted thus; and, for the extent
Of legal justice, us'd in fuch contempt ?
My lords, you know, as do the mightful gods,
However the disturbers of our peace
Buz in the people's ears, there nought hath past
But even with law, against the wilful fons
Of old Andronicus. And what an if
His forrows have fo overwhelm'd his wits,
Shall we be thus afflicted in his wreaks ',
His fits, his phrenzy, and his bitterness?
And now he writes to heaven for his redress:
See, here's to Jove, and this to Mercury;
This to Apollo; this to the god of war :
Sweet fcrolls, to fly about the streets of Rome!
What's this, but libelling against the senate,
And blazoning our injustice every where ?
A goodly humour, is it not, my lords?

As who would fay, in Rome no justice were.
But, if I live, his feigned ecftafies
Shall be no fhelter to thefe outrages:

But he and his fhall know, that juftice lives
In Saturninus' health; whom, if the fleep,
He'll so awake, as she in fury shall
Cut off the proud'st conspirator that lives.

Tam. My gracious lord, moft lovely Saturnine, Lord of my life, commander of my thoughts,

Calm thee, and bear the faults of Titus' age,

The effects of forrow for his valiant fons,

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But, Titus, I have touch'd thee to the quick,
Thy life-blood out: if Aaron now be wife,
Then is all fafe, the anchor's in the port.-
Enter Clown.

How now, good fellow? wouldst thou speak with
us ?
Clown. Yes, forfooth, an your mistership be em-
Tam. Emperefs I am, but yonder fits the em-

Clown. 'Tis he.-God and faint Stephen, give you good den:

I have brought you a letter, and a couple of pigeons here. [The Emperor reads the letter. Sat. Go, take him away, and hang him prefently.

Clown. How much money must I have? Tam. Come, firrah, you must be hang`d. Clown. Hang'd! By'r lady, then I have brought up a neck to a fair end. [Exit.

Sat. Defpightful and intolerable wrongs! 25 Shall I endure this monstrous villainy?

I know from whence this fame device proceeds: May this be borne ?-as if his traiterous fons, That dy'd by law for murder of our brother, Have by my means been butcher'd wrongfully?— 30 Go, drag the villain hither by the hair;

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Sat. Ay, but the citizens favour Lucius;
And will revolt from me, to fuccour him. [name.
Tam. King, be thy thoughts imperious, like thy

Whose lofs hath pierc'd him deep and fcarr'd his 60 Is the fun dimm'd, that gnats do fly in it ?


And rather comfort his diftreffed plight,

The eagle fuffers little birds to fing,

And is not careful what they mean thereby ;

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Knowing, that with the shadow of his wings
He can at pleasure stint their melody:
Even fo may'st thou the giddy men of Rome.
Then cheer thy fpirit: for know, thou emperor,
I will enchant the old Andronicus

With words more sweet, and yet more dangerous,
Than baits to fish, or honey-stalks ' to sheep;
When as the one is wounded with the bait,
The other rotted with delicious feed.

Sat. But he will not entreat his fon for us.
Tam. If Tamora entreat him, then he will:
For I can smooth, and fill his aged ear
With golden promises; that were his heart
Almoft impregnable, his old ears deaf,


Go thou before, be our embassador: [To Æmilius,
Say, that the emperor requests a parley

Of warlike Lucius, and appoint the meeting.
Sat. Æmilius, do this meffage honourably:
And if he ftand on hostage for his fafety,
Bid him demand what pledge will please him beft.
Emil. Your bidding shall I do effe&tually. [Ex.
Tam. Now will I to that old Andronicus;
And temper him with all the art I have,

IcTo pluck proud Lucius from the warlike Goths.
And now, sweet emperor, be blith again,
And bury all thy fear in my devices.

Yet thould both ear and heart obey my tongue.-15

Sat. Then go fuccefsfully, and plead to him. [Excunt.

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Which fignify, what hate they bear their emperor, 30 Surpriz'd him suddenly; and brought him hither,
And how defirous of our fight they are.
Therefore, great lords, be, as your titles witness,|
Imperious, and impatient of your wrongs;
And, wherein Rome hath done you any fcathe,
Let him make treble fatisfaction.

Goth. Brave flip, fprung from the great Andronicus,

Whofe name was once our terror, now our comfort;
Whofe high exploits, and honourable deeds,
Ingrateful Rome requites with foul contempt,
Be bold in us: we'll follow where thou lead'ft,---
Like ftinging bees in hottest fummer's day,
Led by their mafter to the flower'd fields,---
And be aveng`d on curfed Tamora.

To ufe as you think needful of the man. [vil, Luc. O worthy Goth! this is the incarnate deThat robb'd Andronicus of his good hand : This is the pearl that pleas'd your emperefs' eye; 35 And here's the bafe fruit of his burning luft.--Say, wall-ey'd flave, whither would'st thou convey This growing image of thy fiend-like face? Why doft not fpeak? What! deaf? No! not a word?

40A halter, foldiers; hang him on this tree, And by his fide his fruit of baftardy.

Omn. And, as he faith, so say we all, with him. 45
Luc. I humbly thank him, and I thank you all.
But who comes here, led by a lufty Goth?
Enter a Goth, leading Aaron, with his child in his



Goth. Renowned Lucius, from our troops To gaze upon a ruinous monaftery; And as I earneftly did fix mine eye Upon the wafted building, fuddenly I heard a child cry underneath a wall: I made unto the noife; when foon I heard The crying babe controul'd with this difcourfe : "Peace, tawny flave; half pe, and half thy dam! "Did not thy hue bewray whofe brat thou art, "Had nature lent thee but thy mother's look, «Villain, thou might'st have been an emperor: "But where the bull and cow are both milk-white,

Aar. Touch not the boy, he is of royal blood.
Luc. Too like the fire for ever being good.---
Firft, hang the child, that he may see it sprawl;
A fight to vex the father's foul withal.
Get me a ladder 2.

Aar. Lucius, fave the child;
And bear it from me to the emperefs.

If thou do this, I'll fhow thee wond'rous things, 50 That highly may advantage thee to hear: If thou wilt not, befall what may befall, I'll speak no more; But vengeance rot you all! Luc. Say on; and, if it please me which thou fpeak'ft,

55 Thy child fhall live, and I will fee it nourish'd. Aur. An if it please thee? why, affure thee, Lucius,

Twill vex thy foul to hear what I shall speak; For I muft talk of murders, rapes, and maffacres, 60 Acts of black night, abominable deeds, Complots of mischief, treason; villainies

Honey-ftalks are clover-flowers, which contain a sweet juice. It is common for cattle to overcharge themfelves with clover, and die. Get me a ladder, has been in moft of the editions given to Aaron,

and properly, as meaning bang me.


Ruthful to hear, yet piteously perform'd:
And this fhall all be buried by my death,
Unless thou swear to me, my child thall live.

Luc. Tell on thy mind; I say, thy child shall live.
Aar. Swear that he shall, and then I will begin.
Luc. Who fhould I swear by? thou believ'st no


That granted, how canft thou believe an oath?
Aar. What if I do not? as, indeed, I do not:
Yet, for I know thou art religious,

And haft a thing within thee, called confcience;
With twenty popish tricks and ceremonies,
Which I have feen thee careful to obferve,-
Therefore I urge thy oath ;-For that, I know,
An ideot holds his bauble for a god,

And keeps the oath, which by that god he swears;
To that I'll urge him :-Therefore thou fhalt vow
By that fame god, what god foe'er it be,
That thou ador'ft and haft in reverence,-
To fave my boy, nourish, and bring him up;
Or elfe I will discover nought to thee.

Luc. Even by my god, I swear to thee, I will.
Aar. First, know thou, I begot him on the

Luc. O most infatiate, luxurious woman!


Aar. Ay, like a black dog, as the faying is.
Luc. Art thou not sorry for these heinous deeds?
Aar. Ay, that I had not done a thousand more.
Even now I curfe the day, (and yet, I think,
Few come within the compafs of my curfe)
Wherein I did not fome notorious ill:

As kill a man, or else devife his death;
Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it ;
Accufe fome innocent, and forfwear myself;
10 Set deadly enmity between two friends;
Make poor men's cattle break their necks;
Set fire on barns and hay-ftacks in the night,
And bid the owners quench them with their tears.
Oft have I digg'd up dead men from their graves,
15 And fet them upright at their dear friends' doors,
Even when the forrow almoft was forgot;
And on their skins, as on the bark of trees,
Have with my knife carved in Roman letters,
Let not your forror die, though I am dead.

20 Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful things,
As willingly as one would kill a fly;
And nothing grieves me heartily indeed,
But that I cannot do ten thousand more.

Luc. Bring down the devil 2; for he must not die 25 So fweet a death, as hanging presently.

Aar. Tut, Lucius! this was but a deed of charity,
To that which thou shalt hear of me anon.
'Twas her two fons, that murder'd Baffianus:
They cut thy fifter's tongue, and ravish'd her,
And cut her hands off; and trimm'd her as thou 30

Lac. O, deteftable villain! call'st thou that trim-
Aar. Why, he was wash'd, and cut, and

trimm'd; and 'twas

Trim fport for them that had the doing of it.

Luc. O, barbarous beaftly villains, like thyfelf!|
Aar. Indeed, I was the tutor to inftruct them:


That codding spirit had they from their mother,
As fure a card as ever won the fet;

That bloody mind, I think, they learn'd of me,
As true a dog as ever fought at head.-
Well, let my deeds be witness of my worth.
I train'd thy brethren to that guileful hole,
Where the dead corps of Baffianus lay:
I wrote the letter that thy father found,
And hid the gold within the letter mention'd,
Confederate with the queen, and her two fons:
And what not done, that thou haft cause to rue,
Wherein I had no ftroke of mischief in it?
I play'd the cheater for thy father's hand;
And, when I had it, drew myself apart,
And almost broke my heart with extreme laughter.
I pry'd me through the crevice of a wall,
When, for his hand, he had his two fons' heads;
Beheld his tears, and laugh'd so heartily,
That both mine eyes were rainy like to his ;
And when I told the emperefs of this sport,
She fwooned almoft at my pleafing tale,
And, for my tidings, gave me twenty kiffes.


Aar. If there be devils, 'would I were a devil,
To live and burn in everlasting fire;
So I might have your company in hell,
But to torment you with my bitter tongue!
Luc. Sirs, ftop his mouth, and let him fpeak

no more.

Enter Æmilius.

Goth. My lord, there is a meffenger from Rome Defires to be admitted to your prefence.

Luc. Let him come near.

Welcome, Æmilius, what's the news from Rome?
Emil. Lord Lucius, and you princes of the


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Enter Tamora, Chiron, and Demetrius, disguis'd.
Tam. Thus, in this ftrange and fad habiliment
I will encounter with Andronicus;
55 And fay, I am Revenge, fent from below,
To join with him, and right his heinous wrongs.
Knock at his ftudy, where, they say, he keeps,
To ruminate ftrange plots of dire revenge;
Tell him, Revenge is come to join with him,

Goth. What! canft thou fay all this, and never 60 And work confufion on his enemies.

[They knock, and Titus opens bis ftudy door.

2 Mr. Steevens

1i. e. that love of bed-fports. Cod is a word ftill used in Yorkshire for a pillow. here obferves, that it appears, from these words, that the audience were entertained with part of the apparatus of an execution, and that Aaron was mounted on a ladder, as ready to be turned off.

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Tit. Who doth moleft my contemplation?
Is it your trick to make me ope the door;
That fo my fad decrees may fly away,
And all my study be to no effect?

You are deceiv'd: for what I mean to do,
See here, in bloody lines I have fet down;
And what is written fhall be executed.

Tam. Titus, I am come to talk with thee.
Tit. No; not a word: How can I grace my talk,
Wanting a hand to give it that accord?

Thou haft the odds of me, therefore no more. Tam. If thou did't know me, thou would'f talk with me.

I will embrace thee in it by and by.

[Exit Titus from above.

Tam. This clofing with him fits his lunacy: Whate'er I forge, to feed his brain-fick fits, 5 Do you uphold and maintain in your speeches. For now he firmly takes me for Revenge; And, being credulous in this mad thought, I'll make him fend for Lucius, his fon; And, whilft I at a banquet hold him fure, 10I'll find fome cunning practice out of hand, To fcatter and difperfe the giddy Goths, Or, at the leaft, make them his enemies. See, here he comes, and I must ply my theme. Enter Titus.

Tit. I am not mad: I know thee well enough: Witness this wretched ftump, thefe crimfon lines; 15 Witness these trenches, made by grief and care; Witness the tiring day, and heavy night; Witnefs all forrow, that I know thee well For our proud emperefs, mighty Tamora: Is not thy coming for my other hand 3 ?

Tam. Know thou, fad man, I am not Tamora;
She is thy enemy, and I thy friend :

I am Revenge; fent from the infernal kingdom,
To eafe the gnawing vulture of thy mind,
By working wreakful vengeance on thy foes.
Come down, and welcome me to this world's light;
Confer with me of murder, and of death:
There's not a hollow cave, nor lurking-place,
No vaft obfcurity, or misty vale,

Where bloody murder, or detefted rape,

Can couch for fear, but I will find them out; And in their ears tell them my dreadful name, Revenge, which makes the foul offenders quake. Tit. Art thou Revenge? and art thou fent to me To be a torment to mine enemies?

Tam. I am; therefore come down, and wel

come me.

Tit. Do me fome fervice, ere I come to thee. Lo, by thy fide where Rape, and Murder, ftands; Now give fome 'furance that thou art Revenge, Stab them, or tear them on thy chariot wheels; And then I'll come, and be thy waggoner, And whirl along with thee about the globes. Provide two proper palfries, black as jet, To hale thy vengeful waggon fwift away, And find out murderers in their guilty caves: And, when thy car is loaden with their heads, I will difmount, and by the waggon wheel Trot, like a fervile footman, all day long; Even from Hyperion's rifing in the east, Until his very downfal in the fea. And day by day I'll do this heavy task, So thou destroy Rapine and Murder there.







Tit. Long have I been forlorn, and all for thee:
Welcome, dread fury, to my woeful house;-
Rapine, and Murder, you are welcome too :-
How like the emperefs and her fons you are!
Well are you fitted, had you but a Moor :-
Could not all hell afford you fuch a devil ?—
For, well I wot, the emperefs never wags,
But in her company there is a Moor;

And, would you reprefent our queen aright,
It were convenient you had fuch a devil:
But welcome, as you are. What shall we do?
Tam. What wouldst thou have us do, Andronicus?
Dem. Shew me a murderer, I'll deal with him.
Chi. Shew me a villain, that hath done a rape,
And I am fent to be reveng'd on him. [wrong,
Tam. Shew me a thousand, that have done thee
And I will be revenged on them all. [Rome;

Tit. Look round about the wicked streets of
And when thou find'st a man that's like thyfelf,
Good Murder, ftab him; he's a murderer.-
Go thou with him, and, when it is thy hap
To find another that is like to thee,
Good Rapine, ftab him; he is a ravisher.-

Go thou with them; and in the emperor's court
There is a queen, attended by a Moor;
Well may'ft thou know her by thy own proportion,
For up and down the doth resemble thee;
pray thee, do on them fome violent death,
They have been violent to me and mine.


Tam. Well haft thou leffon'd us; this fhall we But would it please thee, good Andronicus, To fend for Lucius, thy thrice valiant son, Who leads towards Rome a band of warlike Goths, And bid him come and banquet at thy house: When he is here, even at thy folemn feast, 501 will bring in the emperefs and her fons,

Tam. These are my minifters, and come with me. Tit. Are they thy minifters? what are they 55 call'd?

Tam. Rapine, and Murder: therefore called fo, 'Cause they take vengeance on fuch kind of men. Tit. Good lord, how like the emperefs' fons they are!

And you, the emperefs! But we worldly men
Have miferable, mad, miftaking eyes.
O fweet Revenge, now do I come to thee:
And, if one arm's embracement will content thee,

The emperor himself, and all thy foes;
And at thy mercy fhall they stoop and kneel,
And on them fhalt thou ease thy angry heart.
What fays Andronicus to this device?

Tit. Marcus, my brother!-'tis fad Titus calls.
Enter Marcus.

Go, gentle Marcus, to thy nephew Lucius; Thou shalt enquire him out among the Goths: 60 Bid him repair to me, and bring with him

Some of the chiefeft princes of the Goths;
Bid him encamp his foldiers where they are:
Tell him, the emperor and the emperess too
Feaft at my houfe; and he shall feast with them.


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