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Come on, you thick-lip'd Nave, I bear you hence; But metal, Marcus, steel to the very back;
For it is you that put us to our shifts :

Yet wrung with wrongs, more than our backs I'll make you feed on berries, and on roots,

can bear : And feed on curds and whey, and suck the goat, And fith there is no justice in earth nor hell, And cabin in a cave; and bring you up


We will solicit heaven; and move the gods, To be a warrior, and command a camp. [Exit. To send down justice for to wreak our wrongs :

Come, to this gear. You are a good archer, Mar. SCENE III.

(He gives them the arritus. A Street near the Palace.

Ad Jovem, that's for you :-Here, ad Apollinem :

10 Ad Martem, that's for myself ;Enter Titus, old Marcus, young Lucius, and other

Here, boy, to Pallas :-Here to Mercury :Gentlemen witb borus; and Titus bears the arrows

To Saturn, and to Cælus; not to Saturnine,– wirb letters on the ends of them.

You were as good to noot against the wind. Tit. Come, Marcus, come ;-Kinsmen, this is To it, boy. Marcus, loose when I bid : the way :


o'my word, I have written to effect; Sir boy, now let me see your archery;

There's not a god left ur.solicited. (court: Look, ye draw home enough, and 'tis there straight: Mar. Kinsmen, shoot all your shafts into the Terras Aftrea reliquit :- -be you remember'd, We will affi&t the emperor in his pride. Marcus.

Tit. Now, masters, draw. (Tbey ftret.] O, well She's gone, she's fied.—Sirs, take you to your tools.

said, Lucius ! You, cousins, shall go found the ocean,

Good boy, in Virgo's lap, give it to Pallas. And cast your nets; haply, you may find her in Mar. My lord, I am a mile beyond the moon; the fea;

Your letter is with Jupiter by this. Yet there's as little justice as at land :

Tit. Ha! Publius, Publius, what hast thou done? No; Publius and Sempronius, you must do it; 25 See, see, thou hast not off one of Taurus' horns. 'Tis you must dig with mattock, and with spade, Mar. This was the sport, my lord; when PubAnd pierce the inmost centre of the earth;

lius Thot, Then, when you come to Pluto's region,

The bull being gallid, gave Aries such a knock I pray you, deliver him this petition :

That down fell both the ram's horns in the court; Tell him, it is for justice, and for aid;

30 And who should find them but the emperess' vil And that it comes from old Andronicus, Shaken with sorrows in ungrateful Rome.- She laugh d, and told the Moor, he Mould nce Ah, Rome? --Well, well; I made thee miserable, But give them to his master for a present. What time I threw the people's suffrages

Tit. Why, there it goes: God give your lordOn him that thus doth tyrannize o'er me.

351 Ihip joy! Go, get you gone; and pray be careful all,

Enter a Clown, with a basket and two pigeons. And leave you not a man of war unsearch'd; News, news from heaven! Marcus, the post is This wicked emperor may have thipp'd her hence, And, kinsmen, then we may go pipe for justice. sirrah, what tidings ? have you any letters?

Mar. O, Publius, is not this a heavy case, 40 Shall I have justice? what fays Jupiter? To see thy noble uncle thus diftract ?

Clown. Ho! the gibbet-maker? he says, that he Pub. Therefore, my lord, it highly us con- hath taken them down again, for the man mult cerns,

not be hang'd 'till the next week. By day and night to attend him carefully;

Tit. Tut, what says Jupiter, I ask thee? And feed his humour kindly as we may,


Clorun, Alas, fir, I know not Jupiter ; I never 'Till time beget some careful remedy.

drank with him in all my life. Mar. Kinsmen, his sorrows are part remedy. Tit. Why, villain, art not thou the carrier ? Join with the Goths; and with revengeful war Clown. Ay, of my pigeons, fir; nothing else. Take wreak on Rome for this ingratitude,

Tit. Why, didst thou not come from heaven? And vengeance on the traitor Saturnine. [ters, 50 Clown. From heaven? alas, fir, I never came

Tit. Publius, how now ? how now, iny mar. there : God forbid, I should be so bold to press to What, have you met with her?

(word, heaven in my young days! Why, I am going with Pub. No, my good lord; but Pluto sends you my pigeons to the tribunal plebs', to take up a If you will have revenge from hell, you shall : matter of brawl betwixt my uncle and one of the Marry, for Justice, me is so employ'd,

55lemperial's men. He thinks with Jove in heaven, or somewhere else, Mar. Why, fir, that is as fit as can be, to ferve So that perforce you needs must stay a time. for your oration; and let him deliver the pigeons

Tit. He doth me wrong, to feed me with delays, to the emperor from you. I'll dive into the burning lake below,

Tit. Tell me, can you deliver an oration to the And pull her out of Acheron by the heels. 60 emperor with a grace? Marcus, we are but Ihrubs, no cedars we;

Clown. Nay, truly, fir, I could never say grace No big-bon'd men, fram'd of the Cyclops' size; Jin all my life.




1 The Clown means to say, to the tribune of the people.


Tit. Sirrah, come hither; make no more ado, fThan prosecute the meanest, or the best, But give your pigeons to the emperor :

For these contempts. Why, thus it Mall become By me thou shalt have justice at his hands. [charges.

[Afider Hold, hold ;-mean while, here's money for thyl High-witted Tamora to gloze with all: Give me a pen and ink.-

5 But, Titus, I have touch'd thee to the quick, Sirrah, can you with a grace deliver a fupplication? Thy life-blood out: if Aaron now be wise, Clown. Ay, fir.

Then is all safe, the anchor's in the port. Tir. Then here is a supplication for you. And

Enter Clown. when you come to him, at the first approach, you How now, good fellow ? wouldst thou speak with must kneel; then kiss his foot; then deliver up 10


[perial. your pigeons; and then look for your reward. Clown. Yes, forsooth, an your mistership be emI'll be at hand, fir; see you do it bravely.

Tam. Emperess I am, but yonder fits the emClown. I warrant you, sir: let me alone. [it.

peror. Tit. Sirrah, haft thou a knife? Come, let me see Clown. 'Tis he.-God and saint Stephen, give Here, Marcus, fold it in the oration;


you good den: For thou hast made it like an humble suppliant:- I have brought you a letter, and a couple of piAnd when thou hast given it the emperor,

geons here. (Tbe Emperor reads tbe letter. Knock at my door, and tell me what he says. Sar. Go, take him away, and hang him preClown. God be with you, fir; I will.

sently. Tit. Come, Marcus, let us go :-Publius, follow 20 Clown. How much money must I have ?

[Excunt. Tam. Come, firrah, you must be hang 'd.

Clotvn. Hang'd! By’r lady, then I have brought S. CE N E IV. up a neck to a fair end.

[Exit. The Palace.

Sat. Despightful and intolerabie wrongs !

25 Shall I endure this monstrous villainy? Exter Emperor, and Emperess, and ber two sons; the I know from whence this fame device proceeds : Emperor brings the arrows in bis band, ibat Titus

May this be borne ?-as if his traiterous fons, forie

That dy'd by law for murder of our brother, Sat. Why, lords, what wrongs are these? Was Have hy my means been butcher'd wrongfully? -ever seen

30 Go, drag the villain hither by the hair; An emperor of Rome thus over-borne,

Nor age, nor honour, shall shape privilege :Troubled, confronted thus; and, for the extent For this proud mock, I'll be thy Naughter-man; Of legal justice, us'd in such contempt?

Sly frantick wretch, that holp'st to make me great, My lords, you know, as do the mightful gods, In hope thyself Mould govern Rome and me. However the disturbers of our peace


Enter Æmilius.
Buz in the people's ears, there nought hath past Sat. What news with thee, Æmilius?
But even with law, against the wilful fons

Æmil. Arm, arm, my lords; Rome never had Of old Andronicus. And what an if

more cause ! His sorrows have so overwhelm'd his wits,

The Goths have gather'd head; and with a power Shall we be thus afflicted in his wreaks', 40 Of high-resolved men, bent to the spoil, His fits, his phrenzy, and his bitterness ?

They hither march amain, under conduct And now he writes to heaven for his redress : Of Lucius, son to old Andronicus ; See, here's to Jove, and this to Mercury; Who threats, in course of his revenge, to do This to Apollo ; this to the god of war :

As much as ever Coriolanus did. Sweet scrolls, to fly about the streets of Rome! 45 Sar. Is warlike Lucius general of the Goths ? What's this, but libelling against the senate, These tidings nip me; and I hang the head And blazoning our injustice every where? As flowers with frost, or grass beat down with goodly humour, is it not, my lords ?

storms. As who would say, in Rome no justice were. Ay, now begin our sorrows to approach : But, if I live, his feigned ecftafies

50'Tis he, the common people love lo much; Shall be no shelter to these outrages :

Myself have often over-heard them say, But he and his shall know, that justice lives (When I have walked like a private man) In Saturninus' health; whom, if the sleep, That Lucius' banishment was wrongfully, (ror. He'll so awake, as she in fury shall

And they have with'd that Lucius were their empeCut off the proud'st conspirator that lives. 551 Tam. Why should you fear? is not our city Tam. My gracious lord, most lovely Saturnine,

strong? Lord of my life, commander of my thoughts, Sat. Ay, but the citizens favour Lucius; Calm thee, and bear the faults of Titus' age, And will revolt from me, to succour him. [name. The effects of sorrow for his valiant fons,

Tam. King, be thy thoughts imperious, like thy Whose loss hath pierc'd him deep and scarr'd his 60 is the sun dimm’d, that gnats do fly in it? heart;

The eagle suffers little birds to fing, And rather comfort his distressed plight,

And is not careful what they mean thereby ;

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Knowing, that with the shadow of his wings Go thou before, be our embassador : [T. Æmilius. He can at pleasure stint their melody :

Say, that the emperor requests a parley Even so may'st thou the giddy men of Rome. Of warlike Lucius, and appoint the meeting. Then cheer thy spirit : for know, thou emperor, Sat. Æmilius, do this message honourably : I will enchant the old Andronicus

5 And if he stand on hostage for his safety, With words more sweet, and yet more dangerous, Bid him demand what pledge will please him beft. Than baits to fish, or honey-stalks 'to sheep; Æmil. Your bidding Mall I do effectually. (Ex. When as the one is wounded with the bait,

Tam. Now will I to that old Andronicus; The other rotted with delicious feed.

And temper him with all the art I have, Sat. But he will not entreat his son for us. IcTo pluck proud Lucius from the warlike Goths.

Tam. If Tamora entreat him, then he will: And now, sweet emperor, be blith again, For I can smooth, and fill his aged ear

And bury all thy fear in my devices. With golden promises; that were his heart

Sat. Then go successfully, and plead to him. Almost impregnable, his old ears deaf,

(Exod. Yet thould both ear and heart obey my tongue.-1151

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f" They never do beget a coal-black calf.

“ Peace, villain, peace !"---even thus he rates the The Camp, at a small distance from Rome.


babe,--Enter Lucius and Gerbs, wirb drum and soldiers. |“ For I must bear thee to a trusty Goth; PPROVED warriors, and my faithful " Who,when he knows thou art the emperess' babe, friends,

" Will nold thee dearly for thy mother's fake." I have received letters from great Rome,

With this, my weapon drawn, I rush'd upon him, Which tignify, what hate they bear their emperor, 30 Surpriz'd him suddenly; and brought him hither, And how defirous of our right they are.

To use as you think needful of the man. [vil, Therefore, great lords, be, as your titles witness, Luc. O worthy Goth! this is the incarnate de. Imperious, and impatient of your wrongs ; That robb’d Andronicus of his good hand : And, wherein Rome hath done you any fcathe, This is the pearl that pleas'd your emperess' eye; Let him make treble satisfaction.

35 And here's the base fruit of his burning luit.--Goth. Brave Nip, sprung from the great An- Say, wall-ey'd Nave, whither would'st thou convey dronicus,

This growing image of thy fiend-like face? Whose name was once our terror, now our comfort ;| Why dost not speak? What! deaf? No! not a Whose high exploits, and honourable deeds,

word ?
Ingrateful Rome requites with foul contempt, 40 A halter, soldiers; hang him on this tree,
Be bold in us: we'll follow where thou lead'st,--- And by his fide his fruit of bastardy.
Like stinging bees in hottest summer's day,

Aar. Touch not the boy, he is of royal blood. Led by their master to the flower'd ficids--

Luc. Too like the fire for ever being good.--And be aveng'd on cursed Tamora.

First, hang the child, that he may see it sprawl; Omn. And, as he faith, so say we all, with him 45 A fight to vex the father's soul withal.

Luc. I humbly thank him, and I thank you all. Get me a ladder 2.
But who comes hcre, led by a lusty Goth ?

Aar. Lucius, save the child;
Enter a Goth, leading Aaron, witb bis child in kis And bear it from me to the emperess.

If thou do this, I'll fhow thee wond'rous things,
Goth. Renowned Lucius, from our troops 150 That highly may advantage thee to hear :
To gaze upon a ruinous monastery; [ftray'd If thou wilt not, befall what may befall,
And as I earnestly did fix mine eye

I'll speak no more ; But vengeance rot you all! Upon the wasted building, suddenly

Luc. Say on; and, if it please me which thou I heard a child cry underneath a wall:

speak'st, I made unto the noise ; when soon I heard 55 Thy child thall live, and I will see it nourishd. The crying babe controul'd with this discourse : Aur. An if it please thee? why, assure thee, “ Peace, tawny slave; half :pe, and half thy dam!

Lucius, u Did not thy hue bewray whose brat thou art, 'Twill vex thy soul to hear what I shall speak; 6 Had nature lent thee but thy mother's look, For I must talk of murders, rapes, and matsacres, « Villain, thou might'st have been an emperor : 160 Acts of black night, abominable deeds, “ But where the bull and cow are both milk-white, Complots of mischief, treason; villainies

' [lor:cy-stalks are clover-flowers, which contain a sweet juice. It is common for cattle to overcharge themselves with clover, and die. ? Get me a ladder, has been in most of the editions given to Aaron, and properly, as meaning bang me.


Ruthlul Ruthful to hear, yet piteously perform’d:

Aar. Ay, like a black dog, as the saying is. And this shall all be buried by my death,

Luc. Art thou not sorry for these heinous deeds? Unless thou swear to me, my child thall live. Aar. Ay, that I had not done a thousand more.

Luc. Tell on thy mind; I say, thy child mhall live. Even now I curse the day, (and yet, I think,
Aar. Swear that he thall, and then I will begin. 5 Few come within the compass of my curse)
Luc. Who should I swear by thou beliey't no Wherein I did not fome notorious ill:

As kill a man, or else devise his death ;
That granted, how canst thou believe an oath? Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it;

Aar. What if I do not ? as, indeed, I do not : Accuse some innocent, and forswear myself;
Yet, for I know thou art religious,

10 Set deadly enmity between two friends;
And hast a thing within thee, called conscience; Make poor men's cattle break their necks;
With twenty popih tricks and ceremonies, Set fire on barns and hay-Itacks in the night,
Which I have seen thee careful to observe,

And bid the owners quench them with their tears.
Therefore I urge thy oath ;-For that, I know, Oft have I digg'd up dead men from their graves,
An ideot holds his bauble for a god,

15 And let them upright at their dear friends' dours, And keeps the oath, which by that god he swears; Even when the sorrow almost was forgot ; To that I'll urge him :-Therefore thou shalt vow And on their skins, as on the bark of trees, By that same god, what god soe'er it be,

Have with my knife carved in Roman letters, That thou ador'ft and haft in reverence,

Let nct your forrmu die, though I am dead.
To save my boy, nourish, and bring him up; 20 Tut, I have done a thoufand dreadful things,
Or else I will discover nought to thee.

As willingly as one would kill a fly;
Luc. Even by my god, I swear to thee, I will. And nothing grieves ine heartily indeed,
Aar. First, know thou, I begot him on the But that I cannot do ten thousand more.

Luc. Bring down the devil 2 ; for he must not die Luc. O most insatiate, luxurious woman ! 25 So sweet a death, as hanging presently.

Aar. Tut, Lucius! this was but a deed of charity, Aar. If there be devils, 'would I were a devil, To that which thou shalt hear of me anon. To live and burn in everlasting fire ; 'Twas her two sons, that murder'd Baffianus: So I might have your company in hell, They cut thy fifter's tongue, and ravith'd her, But to torment you with my bitter tongue! And cut her hands off; and trimm'd her as thou 30 Luc. Sirs, stop his mouth, and let him speak saw'ft.

[ming? Lu. O, detestable villain ! call’At thou that trim

Enter Æmilius. Aar. Why, she was wash'd, and cut, and Goth. My lord, there is a messenger from Rome trimm'd; and 'twas

Desires to be admitted to your presence. Trim sport for them that had the doing of it. 35 Luc. Let him come near.

Luc. O, barbarous beastly villains, like thyself! Welcome, Æmilius, what's the news from Rome? Aar. Indeed, I was the tutor to instruct them : Æmil. Lord Lucius, and you princes of the That codding' spirit had they from their mother,

As sure a card as ever won the set;

The Roman emperor greets you all by me:
That bloody mind, I think, they learn’d of me, 40 And, for he understands you are in arms,
As true a dog as ever fought at head.

He craves a parley at your father's house ;
Well, let my deeds be witness of my worth. Willing you to demand your hostages,
I train'd thy brethren to that guileful hole, And they shall be immediately deliver'd.
Where the dead corps of Bassianus lay :

Gotb. What says our general ?
I wrote the letter that thy father found,

45 Luc. Æmilius, let the emperor give his pledges And hid the gold within the letter mention'd, Unto my father and my uncle Marcus, Confederate with the queen, and her two sons : And we will come.

March away.

[Excunt. And what not done, that thou haft cause to rue, Wherein I had no stroke of mischief in it?

SCENE II. I play'd the cheater for thy father's hand;


Tirus's Palace in Rome.
And, when I had it, drew myself apart,
And almost broke my heart with extreme laughter.

Enter Tamora, Cbiron, and Demetrius, disguis'd. I pry'd me through the crevice of a wall,

Tam. Thus, in this strange and fad habilimento When, for his hand, he had his two tons' heads; I will encounter with Andronicus; Beheld his tears, and laugh'd lo heartily, 55 And say, I am Revenge, sent from below, That both mine eyes were rainy like to his ; To join with him, and right his heinous wrongs. And when I told the emperess of this sport, Knock at his study, where, they say, he keeps, She swooned almost at my pleasing tale,

To ruminate strange' plots of dire revenge ; And, for my tidings, gave me twenty kisses. Tell him, Revenge is come to join with hiin, Goth. What! canst thou say all this, and never 60 And work consulion on his enemies. blush?

[They krock, and Titus opens bis ftudy door,

no more.

' i. e. that love of bed-sports. Ccd is a word still used in Yorkshire for a pillow. 2 Mr. Steevens here observes, 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 doch moleft my contemplation ? I will embrace thee in it by and hy. Is it your trick to make me ope the door;

[Exit Titus from abrot, That so my fad decrees may fly away,

Tam. This clofing with him fits his lunacy: And all my study be to no effect ?

Whate'er I forge, to feed his brain-fick fits, You are deceiv'd: for what I mean to do, 5 Do you uphold and maintain in your speeches. See here, in bloody lines I have set down; For now he firmly takes me for Revenge; And what is written shall be executed.

And, being credulous in this mad thought, Tam. Titus, I am come to talk with thee. I'll make him send for Lucius, his son ;

Tit. No; not a word: How can I grace my talk, And, whilst I at a banquet hold him sure, Wanting a hand to give it that accord ? 101'll find some cunning practice out of hand, Thou hast the odds of me, therefore no more. To scatter and disperse the giddy Goths, Tam. If thou did it know me, thou would'n Or, at the least, make them his enemies. talk with me.

See, here he comes, and I must ply my theme. Tit. I am not mad: I know thee well enough:

Exler Titus.
Witness this wretched stump, these crimson lines; 15
Witness these trenches, made by grief and care ;

Tit. Long have I been forlorn, and all for thee: Witness the tiring day, and heavy night;

Welcome, dread fury, to my woeful house;Witness all foi row, that I know thee well

Rapine, and Murder, you are welcome too :

How like the emperess and her sons you are ! For our proud emperess, mighty Tamora : Is not thy coming for my other hand 3 ?

Well are you fitted, had you but a Moor :Tam. Know thou, fad man, I am not Tamora;

Could not all hell afford you such a devil ?

For, well I wot, the emperess never wags, She is thy enemy, and I thy friend :

But in her company there is a Moor;
I am Revenge ; fent from the infernal kingdom,
To ease the gnawing vulture of thy mind,

And, would you represent our queen aright, By working wreakful vengeance on thy foes.

It were convenient you had such a devil:

25 But welcome, as you are. What shall we do ? Come down, and welcome me to this world's light; Confer with me of murder, and of death:

Tam. What wouldst thou have us do, Andronicus? There's not a hollow cave, nor lurking-place,

Dim. Shew me a murderer, I'll deal with him. No vast obscurity, or misty vale,

Chi. Shew me a villain, that hath done a rape, Where bloody murder, or detested rape,

And I am sent to be reveng'd on him. (wrong,

39 Can couch for fear, but I will find them out;

Tam. Shew me a thousand, that have done thee And in their ears tell them my dreadful name,

And I will be revenged on them all. Revenge, which makes the foul offenders quake.

Tit. Look round about the wicked streets of

And when thou find'ít a man that's like thyself, Til. Art thou Revenge? and art thou sent to me To be a torment to mine enemies?

Good Murder, stab him; he's a murderer. 35

Go thou with him, and, when it is thy hap Tam. I am; therefore come down, and wel

To find another that is like to thee, Tit. Do me some service, ere I come to thee.

Good Rapine, ftab him; he is a ravilher. Lo, by thy side where Rape, and Murder, stands;

Go thou with them; and in the emperor's court Now give some 'surance that thou art Revenge, 40 Well may'n thou know her by thy own proportion,

There is a queen, attended by a Moor; Stab them, or tear them on thy chariot wheels;

For And then I'll come, and be thy waggoner,

and down the doth resemble thee;

And whirl along with thee about the globes.

I pray thee, do on them some violent death,
They have been violent to me and mine.

[do. Provide two proper palfries, black as jet, To hale thy vengeful wag con swift away,

Tam. Well hast thou leffon'd us; this shall we

145 But would it please thee, good Andronicus, And find out murderers in their guilty caves :

To fend for Lucius, thy thrice valiant son, And, when thy car is loaden with their heads,

Who leads towards Rome a band of warlike Goths, I will dismount, and by the waggon wheel Trot, like a servile footman, all day long;

And bid him come and banquet at thy house: Even from Hyperion's rising in the east,

When he is here, even at thy folemn seaft,

150 1 will bring in the emperess and her sons, Until his very downfal in the sea. And day by day I'll do this heavy task,

The emperor himself, and all thy foes ; So thou destroy Rapine and Murder there.

And at thy mercy thall they stoop and kneel, Tam. These are my minifters, and come with me.

And on them shalt thou ease thy angry heart.

What says Andronicus to this device? Tit. Are they thy ministers? what are they 55

Tit. Marcus, my brother ! -'tis fad Titus calls. call'd ? Tam. Rapine, and Murder : therefore called fo,

Enter Marcus. 'Cause they take vengeance on such kind of men. Go, gentle Marcus, to thy nephew Lucius; Tit. Good lord, how like the emperess’ fons Thou shalt enquire him out among the Goths: they are !

60 Bid him repair to me, and bring with him And you, the emperess! But we worldly men Some of the chiefeft princes of the Goths; Have miserable, mad, miftaking eyes.

Bid him encamp his foldiers where they are : O sweet Revenge, now do I come to thee : Tell him, the emperor and the emperess too And, if one arin's embracement will content thee, Feast at my house; and he thall feast with them.


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