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Chi. O, 'tis a verse in Horace; I know it well: I read it in the grammar long ago.
[have it. Aar. Ay, just!-a verse in Horace;-right, you Now, what a thing it is to be an ass! Here's no sound jest! the old man hath found their guilt;
And sends the weapons wrapp'd about with
Aar. Had he not reason, lord Demetrius ?
Dem. I would, we had a thousand Roman dames At such a bay, by turn to serve our lust.
Chi. A charitable wish, and full of love. Aar. Here lacks but your mother for to say [more.
Chi. And that would she for twenty thousand Dem. Come, let us go! and pray to all the gods For our beloved mother in her pains.
Aar. Pray to the devils; the gods have given us o'er. (Aside. Flourish.) Dem. Why do the emperor's trumpets flourish thus?
Chi. Belike, for joy the emperor hath a son. Dem. Soft; who comes here?
Enter a Nurse, with a black-a-moor child in her arms.
Aar. Why, what a caterwauling dost thou keep? What dost thou wrap and fumble in thine arms?
Nur. O, that which I would hide from heaven's eye,
Our empress' shame, and stately Rome's disgrace;She is deliver'd, lords, she is deliver'd.
Aar. To whom?
I mean, she's brought to bed. Aar. Well, God Give her good rest! What hath he sent her? Nur.
Aar. Why, then she's the devil's dam; a joyful issue. [sue:
Nur. A joyless, dismal, black, and sorrowful isHere is the babe, as loathsome as a toad Amongst the fairest breeders of our clime. The empress sends it thee, thy stamp, thy seal, And bids thee christen it with thy dagger's point.
Aar. Out, out, you whore! is black so base a hue ?Sweet blowse, you are a beauteous blossom, sure. Dem. Villain, what hast thou done? Aar. Done! that which thou
Canst not undo.
Chi. It shall not live.
It shall not die.
Nur. Aaron, it must: the mother wills it so. Aar. What, must it, nurse? then let no man, but I, Do execution on my flesh and blood. Dem. I'll broach the tadpole on my rapier's point: Nurse, give it me; my sword shall soon despatch it
Aar. Sooner this sword shall plow thy bowels up.
In that it scorns to bear another hue:
Can never turn a swan's black legs to white,
Dem. Wilt thou betray thy noble mistress thus?
Chi. I blush to think upon this ignominy.
Fy, treacherous hue! that will betray with blushing
Nur. Aaron, what shall I say unto the empress?
Aar. Then sit we down, and let us all consult. My son and I will have the wind of you: Keep there: Now talk at pleasure of your safety. (They sit on the ground.) Dem. How many women saw this child of his? Aar. Why, so, brave lords: When we all join in league,
I am a lamb: but if you brave the Moor,
Nur. Cornelia the midwife, and myself,
Aar. The emperess, the midwife, and yourself: Two may keep counsel, when the third's away: Go to the empress; tell her, this I said :(Stabbing her.) Weke, weke !-so cries a pig prepared to the spit. Dem. What mean'st thou, Aaron? Wherefore didst thou this?
Aar. O lord, sir, 'tis a deed of policy: Shall she live to betray this guilt of ours? A long-tongu'd babbling gossip? no, lords, no. And now be it known to you my full intent. Not far, one Muliteus lives, my countryman, His wife but yesternight was brought to bed; His child is like to her, fair as you are: Go pack with him, and give the mother gold, And tell them both the circumstance of all; And how by this their child shall be advanc'd, And be received for the emperor's heir, And substituted in the place of mine,
To calm this tempest whirling in the court;
Chi. Aaron, see, thou wilt not trust the air
[Exeunt Dem. and Chi. bearing off the Nurse.
SCENE III.-The same. A public Place. Enter TITUS, bearing arrows, with letters at the ends of them; with him MARCUS, young LUCIUS, and other Gentlemen, with bows.
Tit. Come, Marcus, come;-Kinsmen, this is the way:
Sir boy, now let me see your archery;
Be you remember'd, Marcus, she's gone, she's fled.
To see thy noble uncle thus distract?
Pub. Therefore, my lord, it highly us concerns, By day and night to attend him carefully; And feed his humour kindly as we may, Till time beget some careful remedy.
Mar. Kinsmen, his sorrows are past remedy. Join with the Goths; and with revengeful war Take wreak on Rome for this iugratitude, And vengeance on the traitor Saturnine.
Tit. Publius, how now? how now, my masters? What, have you met with her?
Pub. No,my good lord; but Pluto sends you word, If you will have revenge from hell, you shall: Marry, for Justice, she is so employ'd, He thinks, with Jove in heaven, or somewhere else, So that perforce you must needs 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 shrubs, no cedars we; No big-bon'd men, fram'd of the Cyclops' size: But metal, Marcus, steel to the very back; Yet wrung with wrongs, more than our backs can
We will solicit heaven; and move the gods,
You were as good to shoot against the wind.-
Mar. Kinsmen, shoot all your shafts into the court:
And, sith there is no justice in earth nor hell,
Good boy, in Virgo's lap; give it Pallas.
Tit. Ha! Publius, Publius, what hast thou done? See, see, thou hast shot off one of Taurus' horas. Mar. This was the sport, my lord: when Publias shot,
The bull being gall'd gave Aries such a knock,
Enter a Clown, with a basket, and two pigeons. News, news from heaven! Marcus, the post is
Sirrah, what tidings? have you any letters?
Clo. Ho! the gibbet-maker? he says, that he hath taken them down again, for the man must not be hanged till the next week.
Tit. But what says Jupiter, I ask thee?
Clo. Alas, sir, I know not Jupiter; I never drank with him in all my life.
Tit. Why, villain, art thou not the carrier? Clo. Ay, of my pigeons, sir; nothing else. Tit. Why, didst not thou come from heaven? Clo. From heaven? alas, sir, I never came there: God forbid, I should be so bold to press 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 emperial's
Mar. Why, sir, that is as fit as can be, to serve for your oration; and let him deliver the pigeons to the emperor from you.
Tit. Tell me, can you deliver an oration to the emperor with a grace?
Clo. Nay, truly, sir, I could never say grace in all my life.
Tit. Sirrah, come hither; make no more ado, But give your pigeons to the emperor: By me thou shalt have justice at his hands. Hold, hold;-mean while, here's money for thy charges. Give me a pen and ink.—
Sirrah, can you with a grace deliver a supplication? Clo. Ay, sir.
Tit. Then here is a supplication for you. And when you come to him, at the first approach, you must kneel; then kiss his foot; then deliver up your pigeons; and then look for your reward: I'll be at hand, sir; see you do it bravely.
Clo. I warrant you, sir; let me alone.
Tit. Sirrah, hast thou a knife? Come, let me see it. Here, Marcus, fold it in the oration; For thou hast made it like an humble suppliant: And when thou hast given it to the emperor, Knock at my door, and tell me what he says. Clo. God be with you, sir; I will.
Tit. Come, Marcus, let's go :-Publius, follow [Exeunt.
SCENE IV. The same. Before the Palace. Enter SATURNINUS, TAMORA, CHIRON, DemeTRIUS, Lords, and others. Saturninus, with the arrows in his hand, that Titus shot.
Sat. Why, lords, what wrongs are these? Was
Ay, now begin our sorrows to approach:
An emperor of Rome thus overborne,
And is not careful what they mean thereby;
Sat. But he will not entreat his son for us.
Tam. My gracious lord, my lovely Saturnine,
And rather comfort his distressed plight,
For these contempts.-Why, thus it shall become
How now, good fellow? would'st thou speak with us?
Sat. Is warlike Lucius general of the Goths?
SCENE I.-Plains near Rome.
Enter LUCIUS and Goths, with drum and colours.
1 Goth. Brave slip, sprung from the great Andronicus,
Whose name was once our terror, now our comfort;
Goths. And, as he saith, so say we all with him.
Enter a Goth, leading AARON, with his child in his
2 Goth. Renowned Lucius, from our troops I
To gaze upon a ruinous monastery;
Did not thy hue bewray whose brat thou art,
Luc. O worthy Goth! this is the incarnate devil,
Aar. Touch not the boy, he is of royal blood. Luc. Too like the sire for ever being good.First hang the child, that he may see it sprawl; A sight to vex the father's soul withal. Get me a ladder.
(A ladder brought, which Aaron is obliged to ascend.)
Aar. Lucius, save the child; And bear it from me to the emperess. If thou do this, I'll shew thee wond'rous things, 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 speak'st,
Thy child shall live, and I will see it nourish'd. Aar. An if it please thee? why, assure thee, Lucius,
'Twill vex thy soul to hear what I shall speak:
Luc. Tell on thy mind; I say, thy child shall live.
Luc. Even by my god, I swear to thee, I will. Aar. First, know thou, I begot him on the empress.
Luc. O most insatiate, luxurious woman! Aar. Tut, Lucius! this was but a deed of charity, To that which thou shalt hear of me anon. 'Twas her two sons that murder'd Bassianus: They cut thy sister's tongue, and ravish'd her, And out her hands; and trimm'd her as thou saw'st. Luc. O, détestable villain! call'st thou that trimming? [and 'twas Aar. Why, she was wash'd, and cut, and trimm'd; Trim sport for them that had the doing of it.
Luc. O, barbarous, beastly villains, like thyself! Aar. Indeed, I was their tutor to instruct them; That codding spirit had they from their mother,
As sure a card as ever won the set;
Aar. Ay, like a black dog, as the saying is. Luc. Art thou not sorry for these heinous deeds? Aar. Ay, that I had not done a thousand more. Even now I curse the day, (and yet, I think, Few come within the compass of my curse,) Wherein I did not some notorious ill: As kill a man, or else devise his death; Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it; Accuse some innocent, and forswear myself; Set deadly enmity between two friends; Make poor men's cattle break their necks; Set fire on barns and hay-stacks in the night, And bid the owners quench them with their tears. Oft have I digg'd up dead men from their graves, And set them upright at their dear friends" doors, Even when their sorrows almost were forgot; And on their skins, as on the bark of trees, Have with my knife carved in Roman letters, Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead. 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; for he must not die So sweet a death as hanging presently.
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, stop his mouth, and let him speak
Enter a Goth.
Goth. My lord, there is a messenger from Rome, Desires to be admitted to your presence. Luc. Let him come near.
Welcome, Æmilius, what's the news from Rome!
Luc. Æmilius, let the emperor give his pledges
[Exeun! SCENE II.-Rome. Before Titus's House. Enter TAMORA, CHIRON, and Demetrius, disguised.
Tam. Thus, in this strange and sad habiliment, I will encounter with Andronicus; And say, I am Revenge, sent from below, To join with him, and right his heinous wrongs,
Knock at his study, where, they say, he keeps,
Tit. Who doth molest my contemplation? Is it your trick, to make me ope the door; That so my sad 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 set down; And what is written shall 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 action? Thou hast the odds of me, therefore no more. Tam. If thou did'st know me, thou would'st talk with me.
Tit. I am not mad; I know thee well enough: Witness this wretched stump, these crimson lines; Witness these trenches, made by grief and care; Witness the tiring day, and heavy night; Witness all sorrow, that I know thee well For our proud empress, mighty Tamora: Is not thy coming for my other hand?
Tam. Know thou, sad man, I am not Tamora; She is thy enemy, and I thy friend:
I am Revenge; seut from the infernal kingdom,
By working wreakful vengeance on thy foes.
Tit. Art thou Revenge? and art thou sent to me, To be a torment to mine enemies?
Tam. I am; therefore come down, and welcome Tit. Do me some service, ere I come to thee. Lo, by thy side where Rape, and Murder, stands; Now give some 'surance 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 thee proper palfries, black as jet, To hale thy vengeful waggon swift away, And find out murderers in their guilty caves. And, when thy car is loaden with their heads, I will dismount, and by the waggon wheel Trot, like a servile footman, all day long; Even from Hyperion's rising in the east, Until his very downfall in the sea. And day by day I'll do this heavy task, So thou destroy Rapine and Murder there. Tam. These are my ministers, and come with me. Tit. Are they thy ministers? what are they call'd?
Tam. Rapine, and Murder; therefore called so, 'Cause they take vengeance of such kind of men. Tit. Good lord, how like the empress' sons they
And you the empress! But we worldly men
To scatter and disperse the giddy Goths,
Tit. Long have I been forlorn, and all for thee: Welcome, dread fury, to my woful house ;Rapine, and Murder, you are welcome too :How like the empress and her sons you are! Well are you fitted, had you but a Moor;Could not all hell afford you such a devil? For, well I wot, the empress never wags, But in her company there is a Moor; And, would you represent our queen aright, It were convenient you had such a devil: But welcome, as you are. What shall we do? Tam. What would'st 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 sent to be reveng'd on him.
Tam. Shew me a thousand, that have done thee wrong,
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 thyself, Good Murder, stab 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, stab him; he is a ravisher.Go thou with them; and in the emperor's court There is a queen, attended by a Moor; Well may'st thou know her by thy own proportion, For up and down she doth resemble thee; I pray thee, do on them some violent death, They have been violent to me and mine.
Tam. Well hast thou lesson'd us; this shall we do. But would it please thee, good Andronicus, To send 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 solemn feast, I will bring in the empress and her sons, The emperor himself, and all thy foes; And at thy mercy shall they stoop and kneel, And on them shalt thou ease thy angry heart. What says Andronicus to this device?
Tit. Marcus, my brother!-'tis sad Titus calls.
Go, gentle Marcus, to thy nephew Lucius;
Mar. This will I do, and soon return again. [Exit.
Tit. Nay, nay, let Rape and Murder stay with me; Or else I'll call my brother back again, And cleave to no revenge but Lucius,
Tam. (To her Sons.) What say you, boys? will you abide with him, Whiles I go tell my lord the emperor, How I have govern'd our determin'd jest? Yield to his humour, smooth and speak him fair, (Aside.)
And tarry with him, till I come again.
Tit. I know them all, though they suppose me mad; 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,