Sat. Thou shalt not bail them. See, thou follow me. Some bring the murder'd body, fome the murderers. Let them not speak a word, the guilt is plain; For, by my foul, were there worse end than death, That end upon them should be executed. Tam. Andronicus, I will entreat the king; Fear not thy fons, they fhall do well enough. Tit. Come, Lucius, come; ftay not to talk with [Exeunt feverally. them. SCENE V. Enter Demetrius and Chiron, with Lavinia, ravish'd; ber bands cut off, and her tongue cut out. Dem. So, now go tell, an if thy tongue can speak, Who 'twas that cut thy tongue, and ravifh'd thee. Chi. Write down thy mind, bewray thy meaning fo; And, if thy ftumps will let thee, play the fcribe. Dem. See how with figns and tokens fhe can fcrawl. Chi. Go home, call for fweet water, wafh thy hands, Dem. She has no tongue to call, or hands to wash; And fo let's leave her to her filent walks: Chi. If 'twere my cafe, I fhould go hang myself. Dem. If thou hadft hands to help thee knit the cord. [Exeunt Demetrius and Chiron. Enter Marcus to Lavinia. Mar. Who's this, my niece, that flies away fo fast? Coufin, a word, where is your husband? " If I do dream, 'would all my wealth would wake me! If I do wake, fome planet ftrike me down, That I may lumber in eternal fleep! 5 If I do dream, 'would all my wealth would wake me!] If this be a dream, I would give all my poffeffions to be delivered from it by waking. JOHNSON. Speak, Speak, gentle niece, what stern ungentle hands Which that fweet tongue hath made; He would have dropp'd his knife, and fell asleep, Ff4 For For fuch a fight will blind a father's eye. One hour's ftorm will drown the fragrant meads, What will whole months of tears thy father's eyes? Do not draw back, for we will mourn with thee: Oh, could our mourning eafe thy mifery! [Exeunt ACT III. SCENE 1. A freet in Rome. Enter the Judges and Senators, with Marcus and Quintus bound, paffing on the stage to the place of execution, and Titus going before, pleading. TITUS. TEAR me, grave fathers; noble tribunes, ftay, H For pity of mine age, whofe youth was spent In dangerous wars, whilft you fecurely flept; Whofe fouls are not corrupted as 'tis thought, [Andronicus lieth down, and the Judges pass by kim. [Exeunt. That 6 i That shall diftil from these two ancient urns, Enter Lucius, with his fword drawn. Luc. Oh, noble father, you lament in vain, Tit. Ah, Lucius, for thy brothers let me plead.Grave tribunes, once more I intreat of you Luc. My gracious lord, no tribune hears you fpeak. Tit. Why, 'tis no matter, man; if they did hear, They would not mark me; or, if they did mark, They would not pity me. Therefore I tell my forrows to the stones, Who, though they cannot answer my distress, A ftone is foft as wax, tribunes more hard than stones: And tribunes with their tongues doom men to death. But wherefore ftand'ft thou with thy weapon drawn? Luc. To refcue my two brothers from their death; For which attempt, the judges have pronounc'd —two ancient urns,] Oxford editor.-Vulg. two ancient ruins. JOHNSON. My My everlasting doom of banishment. Tit. O happy man, they have befriended thee: Mar. Titus, prepare thy noble eyes. to weep, Tit. Will it confume me? let me fee it then, Tit. Why, Marcus, fo the is. Luc. Ah me! this object kills me.. Tit. Faint-hearted boy, arise and look upon her: Speak, my Lavinia; what accurfed hand Hath made thee handless, in thy father's fight? Or brought a faggot to bright-burning Troy? 7-in thy father's fight?] We fhould read pight. WARB. -I'il chop off my hands too,] Perhaps we fhould read, or chop off, &c. It is not eafy to difcover how Titus, when he had chopp'd off one of his hands, would have been able to have chopp'd off the other. STEEVENS. For |