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1 Goth. And ours, with thine, befall what fortune will,
Luc. Good uncle, take you in this barbarous Moor, This ravenous tiger, this accursed devil ; Let him receive no sustenance, fetter him, Till he be brought unto the empress' face, For testimony of her foul proceedings : And see the ambush of our friends be strong : I fear, the emperor means no good to us.
Aar. Some devil whisper curses in mine ear, And prompt me, that my tongue may utter forth The venomous malice of my swelling heart !
Luc. Away, inhuman dog! unhallow'd slave ! Sirs, help our uncle to convey him in.
[Exeunt Goths, with AARON. Flourish. The trumpets show, the emperor is at hand. Enter SATURNINUS and TAMORA, with Tribunes, Senators,
and others. Sat. What, hath the firmament more suns than one ? Luc. What boots it thee, to call thyself a sun ? Mar. Rome's emperor, and nephew, break the parle ;" These quarrels must be quietly debated. The feast is ready, which the careful Titus Hath ordain'd to an honourable end, For peace, for love, for league, and good to Rome : Please you, therefore, draw nigh, and take your places. Sat. Marcus, we will.
[Hautboys sound. The Company sit down at Table, Enter Titus, dressed like a Cook, LAVINIA veiled, young
Lucius, and others. Titus places the dishes on the
Sat. Why art thou thus attir'd, Andronicus ?
Tit. Because I would be sure to have all well, To entertain your highness, and your empress.
Tam. We are beholden to you, good Andronicus. Tit. An if your highness knew my heart, you were.  1. e. Begin the parley. We yet say, “ he breaks his mind." JOHNSON 21 Vol. VIII.
-My lord the emperor, resolve me this ;
Sat. It was, Andronicus.
Sat. Because the girl should not survive her shame, And by her presence still renew his sorrows.
Tit. A reason mighty, strong, and effectual ;
[He kills LAVINIA, And, with thy shame, thy father's sorrow die!
Sat. What hast thou done, unnatural, and unkind ?
Tit. Killid her, for whom my tears have made me blind. I am as wofal 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 highness
feed ? Tam. Why hast thou slain thine only daughter thus ?
Tit. Not I ; 'twas Chiron, and Demetrius :
Sat. Ğo, fetch them hither to us presently.
[Killing TAMORA. Sat. Die, frantic wretch, for this accursed deed.
[Killing Titus, Luc. Can the son's eye behold his father bleed ? There's meed for meed, death for a deadly deed. (Kilts SATURNINUS. A great tumult. The People in
confusion disperse. MARCUS, LUCIUS, and their Parti
zans ascend the steps before Titus's house. Mar. You sad-fac'd men, people and sons of Rome, By uproar sever'd, like a fight of fowl Scatter'd by winds and high tempestuous gusts, 0, let me teach you how to knit again This scatter'd corn into one mutual sheaf,
These broken limbs again into one body.
Sen. Lest Rome herself be bane unto herself ;
Luc. Then, noble auditory, be it known to you,
That have preserv'd her welfare in my blood;
That my report is just, and full of truth.
[Pointing to the Child in the arms of an Attendant
Æmil. Come, come, thou reverend man of Rome,
LUCIUS, Loc. descend.
[To an Attendant.
O., take this warm kiss on thy pale cold lips,
[Kisses Titus. These sorrowful drops upon thy blood-stain'd face, The last true duties of thy noble son !
Mar. Tear for tear, and loving kiss for kiss,
pay Countless and infinite, yet would I pay
them! Luc. Come hither, boy ; come, come, and learn of us To melt in showers. Thy grandsire lov’d thee well : Many a time he danc'd thee on his knee, Sung thee asleep, his loving breast thy pillow; Many a matter hath he told to thee, Meet, and agreeing with thine infancy; In that respect then, like a loving child, Shed yet some small drops from thy tender spring, Because kind nature doth require it so : Friends should associate friends in grief and woe : Bid him farewell ; commit him to the grave ; Do him that kindness, and take leave of him.
Boy. O grandsire, grandsire ! even with all my heart
Enter Attendants, with Aaron.
Luc. Set him breast-deep in earth, and famish him ;
Aar. Ö, why should wrath be mute, and fury dumb ?
Luc. Some loving friends convey the emperor bence, And give him burial in his father's grave : My father, and Lavinia, shall forthwith Be closed in our household's monument.