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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, 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. [Afide.
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, fare
well. 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 Servants.
Pub. What is your will ?
Pub. The emperess' fons,
Tit. Fy, Publius, fy! thou art too much deceiv'd,
(Exit Titus. Chi. Villains, forbear; we are the emperets’ 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 ye bind them fast.
: Enter Titus Andronicus with a knife, and Lavinia with a
bafon. Tit. Come, come, Lavinia ; look, thy foes arę
bound. -Sirs, stop their mouths, let them not speak to me, But let them hear what fearful words I utter. Oh, villains, Chiron and Demetrius! Here stands the spring whom you have stain’d with
shameful heads S;
And of th pase a coffin--] A coffin is the term of art for the favity of a railed Руе. .
And now prepare your throats. Lavinia, come,
[He cuts their throats. So now bring them in, for I'll play the cook, And see them ready 'gainst the mother comes.
[Exeunt. Ś C E N É III. Enter Lucius, Marcus, and Goths, with Aaron prisoner.
Luc. Uncle Marcus, fince it is my father's mind That I repair to Rome, I am content.
Goth. And ours with thine, befall what fortune will.
Luc. Good uncle, take you in this barbarous Moor;
Aar. Some devil whisper curses in my ear,
[Exeunt Geths with Aaron.
Enter Emperor and Emperefs, with
Tribunes and others. Sat. What, hath the firmament more suns than one? 3
Luc. What boots it thee to call thyself a sun ?
[Hautboys. A table brought in. Enter Titus, like a cook, placing
the meat on the table, and Lavinia with a veil over ber face. Tit. Welconie, my gracious lord; welcome dread
queen, Welcome, ye warlike Goths ; welcome, Lucius ; And welcome, all ; althcugh the cheer be poor, 'Twill fill your stomachs, please you eat of it.
Sat. Why art thou thus attir’d, Andronicus ?
Tit. Because I would be sure to have all well, To entertain your highness, and your emperess.
Tam. We are beholden to you, good Andronicus.
Sat. It was, Andronicus.
Sat. Because the girl should not survive her shame, And by her presence still renew his forrows.
Tit. A reason mighty, strong, and effectual,
break the parley;] That is, begin the parley, We yet fay, he breaks his mind.
A pattern, precedent, and lively warrant,
(He kills her: Sat. What hast thou done, unnatural and unkind ? Tit. Kill’d her, for whom my tears have made me
blind. I am as woeful as Virginius was, And have a thousand times more cause than he To do this outrage. And it is now done. Sat. What, was she ravish'd ? tell, who did the
deed. Tit. Will’t please you eat ? will’t please your high
ness feed ? Tam. Why haft thou Nain thine only daughter thus?
Tit. Not İ, 'twas Chiron and Demetrius.
Sat. Go, fetch them hither to us presently.
Tit. Why, there they are both, baked in that pye, Whereof their mother daintily hath fed; Eating the flesh, that she herself hath bred. 'Tis true, 'tis true; witness, my knife's sharp point.
(He stays the Emperess. Sat. Die, frantick wretch, for this accursed deed.
[He stabs Titus. Luc. Can the son's eye behold his father bleed ? There's meed for meed, death for a deadly deed.
[Lucius ftabs the Emperor. Mar. You sad-fac'd men, people and sons of Rome, By uproar sever'd, like a flight of fowl Scatter'd by winds, and high tempestuous gusts, Oh, let me teach you how to knit again This scatter'd corn into one mutual theaf, These broken limbs again into one body. Goth. Let Rome herself be bane unto herself;