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Will blow these sands, like sybil's leaves, abroad, And sends the weapons wrapp'd about
Boy. I say, my lord, that if I were a man, That wound, beyond their feeling, to the
Aside. For these bad-bondmen to the yoke of Rome. But were our witty empress well a-foot,
Mar. Ay, that's my boy! thy father hath full oft She would applaud Andronicus' conceit. For this ungrateful country done the like.
But let her rest in her unrest awhile.Boy. And, uncle, so will I, an if I live.
And now, young lords, was't not a happy star Tii. Come, go with me into mine armoury; Led us to Rome, strangers, and, more than so, Lucius, I'll fit ihce; and withal, my boy
Captives, to be advanced to this height? Shall carry from me to the empress' sons
It did me good, before the palace gate Presents, that I intend to send them both: To brave the tribune in his brother's hearing. Coine, come; thou'll do thy message, wilt thou not? Dem. But me more good, to see so great a lord Boy. Ay, with my dagger in their bosoms, grand- Basely insinuate, and send us gifts.
Aar. Had he not reason, lord Demetrius ? Tit. No, boy, not so; I'll teach thee another Did you not use his daughter very friendly? course.
Dem. I would, we had a thousand Roman dames Lavinia, come :-Marcus, look to my house; At such a bay, by turn to serve our lust. Lucius and I'll go brave it at the court;
Chi. A charitable wish, and full of love. Ay, marry, will we, sir : and we'll be waited on. Aar. Here lacks but your mother for to say amen.
[Exeunt Titus, Lavinia, and Boy. Chi. And that would she for twenty thousand Mar. 'O heavens, can you hear a good man groan,
Dem. Come, let us go; and pray to all the gods And not relent, or not compassion him ?
For our beloved mother in her pains. Marcus, attend him in his ecstasy;
Aar. Pray to the devils; the gods have given us That hath more scars of sorrow in his heart,
(Aside. Flourish. Than foemen's marks upon his batter'd shield : Dem. Why do the emperor's trumpets flourish But yet so just, that he will not revenge:
thus? Revenge the heavens for old Andronicus !
Chi. Belike, for joy the emperor hath a son.
[Erit. Dem. Soft; who comes here? SCENE II.— The same. A room in the palace. Enter a Nurse, with a black-a-moor child in her
Enter Aaron, Chiron, and Demetrius, at one
Good-morrow, lords : Altendant, with a bundle of weapons, and verses O, tell me, did you see Aaron the Moor? writ upon them.
Aar. Well, more, or less, or ne'er a whit at all,
Here Aaron is; and what with Aaron now? Chi. Demetrius, here's the son of Lucius; Nur. O gentle Aaron, we are all undone ! He hath some message to deliver us.
Now help, or wo betide thee evermore! Aar. Ay, some mad message from his mad Aar. Why, what a caterwauling dost thou keep ! grandfather.
What dost thou wrap and fumble in thine arms? Boy. My lords, with all the humbleness I may, Nur. O, that which I would hide from Heaven's I greet your honours from Andronicus ;And pray the Roman gods, confound you both. Our empress' shame, and stately Rome's disgrace;
[ Aside. She is deliver'd, lords, she is deliver'd. Dem. Gramercy,' lovely Lucius: What's the Aar. To whom ? news ?
I mean, she's brought to bed. Boy. That you are both decipher'd, that's the Aar.
Well, God news,
Give her good rest! What hath he sent her? For villains mark'd with rape. (Aside.] May it Nur.
A devil. please you,
Aar. Why, then she's the devil's dain ; a joyful My grandsire, well-advis’d, hath sent by me
issue. The goodliest weapons of his armoury,
Nur. A joyless,
mal, black, and sorrowful To gratify your honourable youth,
issue : The hope of Rome ; for so he bade me say ; Here is the babe, as loathsome as a toad And so I do, and with his gists present
Amongst the fairest breeders of our cline. Your lordships, that whenever you have need, The empress sends it thee, thy stamp, thy seal, You may be armed and appointed well :
And bids thee christen it with thy dagger's point. And so I leave you both, (Aside.] like bloody vil Aar. Out, out, you whore! is black so base a lains. (Exeunt Boy and Attendant.
hue?Dem. What's here ? A scroll; and written round Sweet blowse, you are a beauteous blossom, sure. about?
Dem. Villain, what hast thou done?
Done! that which thou Integer vitæ, scelerisque purus,
Canst not undo. Non eget Mauri jaculis, nec arcu.
Thou hast undone our mother. Chi. 0, tis a verse in Horace; I know it well: Aar. Villain, I have done thy mother. I read it in the grammar long ago.
Dem. And therein, hellish Jog, thou hast undone. Aar. Ay, just!-a verse in Horace :-right, you Wo to her chance, and damn'd her loathed choice! have it.
Accurs'd the offspring of so foul a fiend ! Now, what a thing it is to be an ass !
Chi. It shall not live. Here's no sound jest! the old man hath Aside.
It shall not die. found their guilt;
Nur. Aaron, it must: the mother wills it so.
Aar. What, must it, nurse ? then let no man but I, (1) to é, Grand merci ; great thanks, Do execution on my flesh and blood,
Dem. I'll broach the tadpole on my rapier's Aar. O, lord, sir, 'tis a deed of policy: point;
Shall she live to betray this guilt of ours ?
Not far, one Muliteus lives, my countryman,
Go pack with him, and give the mother gold, That shone so brightly when this boy was got, And tell them both the circumstance of all; He dies upon my scimitar's sharp point,
And how by this their child shall be advanc'd,
And substituted in the place of mine,
And let the emperor dandle him for his own.
[Pointing to the Nurse. Ye white-lim'd walls! ye alehouse painted signs ! And you must needs bestow her funeral; Coal black is better than another hue,
The fields are ncar, and you are gallant grooms: In that it scorns to bear another hue :
This done, sec that you take no longer days, For all the water in the ocean
But send the midwife presently to me. Can never turn a swan's black legs to white, The midwise, and the nurse, well made away, Although she lave them hourly in the food. Then let the ladies lattle what they please. Tell the emperess from me, I am of age
Chi. Aaron, I see, thou wilt not trust the air To keep mine own; excuse it how she can. \Vith secrets. Dem. Wilt thou betray thy noble mistress thus ? Dem.
For this care of Tamora, Aar. My mistress is my mistress: this, myself; Herself, and hers, are highly bound to thee. The vigour, and the picture of my youth:
[Exeunt Dem. and Chi. bearing off the Nurse. This, before all the world, do I prefer;
Aar. Now to the Goths, as swift as swallow flies,
Dem. By this our mother is for ever sham'd. Come on, you thick-lipp'd slave, I'll bear you hence
And feed on curds and whey, and suck the goat, Chi. I blush to think upon this ignomy.4 And cabin in a cave; and bring you up
, treacherous hue! that will betray with blushing SCENE 111.— The same. A public place. Enter Aar. Why, there's the privilege your beauty bears : To be a warrior, and command a camp. The close enacts and counsels of the heart! Here's a young lad fram’d of another leer :: Titus, bearing arrows, with letters at the ends of Look, how the black slave smiles upon the father;
them; with him Marcus, young Lucius, and other As who should say, Old lad, I ain thine own.
Gentlemen, with bows. He is your brother, lords; sensibly fed
Til. Come, Marcus, come;-Kinsmen, this is the Of that self-blood that first gave life to you:
way :And, from that womb, where you imprison'd were, Sir boy, now let me see your archery ; He is enfranchised and come to light:
Look ye draw home enough, and 'tis there straight: Nay, he's your brother by the surer side,
Terras Astræa reliquit : Although my seal be stamped in his face.
Be you remember'd, Marcus, she's gone, she's fled. Nur. Aaron, what shall I say unto the emperess ? Sir, take you to your tools. "You, cousins, shall
Dem. Advise thee, Aaron, what is to be done, Go‘sound the ocean, and cast your nets ; And we will all subscribe to thy advice;
Happily you may find her in the sea; Save thou the child, so we may all be safe.
Yet there's as little justice as at land :Aar. Then sit we down, and let us all consult. No; Publius and Sempronius, you must do it; My son and I will have the wind of you :
'Tis you must dig with mattock, and with spade, Keep there: Now talk at pleasure of your safety. And pierce the inmost centre of the earth:
[They sit on the ground. Then, when you come to Pluto's region, Dem. How many women saw this child of his? I pray you, deliver him this petition : Aar. Why, so, brave lords; When we all join Tell him, it is for justice, and for aid; in league,
And that it comes from old Andronicus, I am a lamb: but if you brave the Moor,
Shaken with sorrows in ungrateful Rome,The chased boar, the mountain lioness,
Ah, Rome!-Well, well; I made thee miserable, The ocean swells not so as Aaron storms.
What time I threw the people's suffrages But, say again, bow many saw the child ?
On him that thus doth tyrannize o'er me.Nur. Cornelia the midwife, and myself, Go, get you gone; and pray be careful all, And no one else, but the deliver'd emprens.
And leave you not a man of war unsearch'd; Aar. The emperess, the midwife, and yourself: This wicked emperor may have shipp'd her hence Two may keep counsel, when the third's away: And, kinsmen, then we may go pipe for justice. To the empress; tell her, this I said :
Mar. 0, Publius, is not this a heavy case,
[Stabbing her. To see thy noble uncle thus distract ? Weke, weke!-so cries a pig, preparò io the spit. Pub. Thertfore, my lord, it highly us concerns, Dem. What mean'st thou, Aaron? Wherefore By day and night to attend him carefully; didst thou this?
And fécd his humour kindly as we may, (1) A giant, the son of Titan and Terra. (4) i. e. Ignominy. (5) Complexion. (2) Hercules, (3) In spite of
(6) Contrive, bargain with.
Till time beget some careful remedy.
in my young days. Why, I am going with my Mar. Kinsmen, his sorrows are pasť remedy. pigeons to the tribunal plebs, to take up a matter Join with the Goths; and with revengeful war of brawl, betwixt my uncle and one of the empeTake wreak on Rome for this ingratitude,
rial's men. And vengeance on the trailor Saturnine.
Mar. Why, sir, that is as fit as can be, to serve Tit. Publius, how now? how now, my masters ? for your oration; and let him deliver the pigeons to What,
the emperor from you. Have you met with her ?
Til. Tell me, can you deliver an oration to the Pub. No, my good lord; but Pluto sends you emperor with a grace? word,
Clo. Nay, truly, sir, I could never say grace in If you will have revenge from hell, you shall : all my life. Marry, for Justice, she is so employ'd,
Tii. Sirrah, come hither: make no more ado, He thinks, with Jove in heaven, or somewhere else, But give your pigeons to the emperor: So that perforce you must needs stay a time. By me thou shall have justice at his hands.
Tit. He doth me wrong, to feed me with delays. Hold, hold ;-meanwhile, here's money for thy I'll dive into the burning lake below,
charges. And pull her out of Acheron by the heels.
Give me a pen and ink.Marcus, we are but shrubs, no cedars we; Sirrah, can you with a grace deliver a supplication? No big-bon'd men, fram'd of the Cyclops' size: Clo. Ay, sir. But metal, Marcus; steel to the very back; Tit. Then here is a supplication for you. And Yet wrung' with wrongs, more than our backs can when you come to him, ai the first approach, you bear :
must kneel; then kiss his foot; then deliver up And sith’ there is no justice in earth nor hell, your pigeons; and then look for your reward. I'll We will solicit heaven; and move the gods, be at hand : see that you do it bravely. To send down justice for to wreak’ our wrongs : Clo. I warrant you, sir ; let me alone. Come, to this gear." You are a good archer, Mar. Tit. Sirrah, hast thou a knife? Come, let me
[He gives them the arrows. see it, Ad Jovem, that's for you :-Here, ad Apollinem :- Here, Marcus, fold it in the oration ; Ad Martem, that's for mysell;
For thou hast made it like an humble suppliant:-
Knock at my door, and tell me what he says.
Tit. Come, Niarcus, let's go:-Publius, follow O’my word, I have written to effect;
[Exeunt. There's not a god left unsolicited. Mar. Kinsmen, shoot all your shafts into the SCENE IV.-The same. Before the palace. court:
Enter Saturninus, Tamora, Chiron, Demetrius, We will afflict the emperor in his pride.
Lords, and others; Saturninus, with the arrows Til. Now, masters, draw. [They shoot.] U, well
in his hand, that Titus shot. said, Lucius?
Sat. Why, lords, what wrongs are these ? Was Good boy, in Virgo's lap ; give it Pallas.
Mar. My lord, I am a mile beyond the moon; An emperor of Rome thus overborne, Your letter is with Jupiter by this.
Troubled, confronted thus : and, for the extent Tit. Ha! Publius, Publius, what hast thou done? Ofegal justice, usd in such contempt? See, see, thou hast shot off one of Taurus' horns. My lords, you know, as do the mighiful gods, Mar. This was the sport, my lord: when Publius. However these disturbers of our peace shot,
Buzz in the people's ears, there nought hath pass'd The bull being gall’d, gave Aries such a knock But even with law, against the wilful sons That down fell both the ram's horns in the court; or old Andronicus. And what an if And who should find them but the empress' villain ? His sorrows have so overwhelm'd his wits, She laugh'd and told the Moor, he should not Shall we be thus afflicted in his wreaks, choose
His fits, his frenzy, and his bitterness ? But give them to his master for a present.
And now he writes to heaven for his redress : Tit. Why, there it goes: God give your lord - See, here's to Jove, and this to Mercury; ship joy.
This to Apollo; this to the god of war:
Sweet scrolls to fly about the streets of Rome! Enter a Clown, with a basket and two pigeons.
What's this, but libelling against the senate,
As who would say, in Rome no justice were.
But he and his shall know, that justice lives Tit. But what says Jupiter, I ask thee?
In Saturninus' health ; whom, if she sleep, Clo. Alas, sir, I know not Jupiter; I never Le'll so awake, as she in fury shall drank with him in all my life.
Cut off the proud'st conspirator that lives. Tit. Why, villain, art not thou the carrier ? Tam. My gracious lord, my lovely Saturnine, Clo. Av, of my pigeons, sir ; nothing else. Lord of my life, commander of my thoughts, Tit. Why, didst thou not come from heaven ? Calm thce, and bear the faults of Titus' age,
Clo. From heaven? alas, sir, I never came there; The effects of sorrow for his valiant sons, God forbid, I should be so bold to press to heaven
(5) The clown means to say plet svun tribune, (1) Strained. (2) Since. (3) Revenge. i. è. tribune of the people. (4) Dress, furniture.
Whose loss hath piered him deep, and scarrd his When as the one is wounded with the bait, heart:
The other rotted with delicious feed. And rather comfort his distressed plight,
Sat. But he will not entreat his son for us. Than prosecute the meanest, or the best,
Tam. If 'Tamora entreat him, then he will : For these contempts.—Why, thus it shall become For I can smooth, and fill his aged ear High-witted Tamora to gloze' with all : [Aside. With golden promises; that, were his heart But, Titus, I have touch'd thee to the quick, Almost impregnable, his old ears deaf, Thy life-blood out: if Aaron now be wise, Yet should both ear and heart obey my tongue.Then is all safe, the anchor's in the port.
Go thou before, be our embassador; (To Emilius. Enter Clown.
Say, that the emperor requests a parley
Of warlike Lucius, and appoint the meeting, How now, good fellow? would'st thou speak with us? Even at his father's house, the old Andronicus.
Clo. Yes, forsooth, an your mistership be im Sa. Æmilius, do this message honourably : perial.
And if he stand on hostage for his safety, Tam. Empress I am, but yonder sits the emperor. Bid him demand what pledge will please him best.
Clo. 'Tis he.-God, and Saint Stephen, give you Emil. Your bidding shall I do effectually. good den :-I have brought you a letter, and a couple
(Erit dÈmilius. of pigeons here. [Saturninus reads the letter.
Tam. Now will I to that old Andronicus ;
To pluck proud Lucius from the warlike Goths. Tam. Come, sirrah, you must be hang'd.
And now, sweet emperor, be blithe again, Clo. Hang'd! By'r 'lady, then I have brought up And bury all thy fear in my devices. a neck to a fair end.
Sat. Then go successfully, and plead to him. Sat. Despiteful and intolerable wrongs!
SCENE 1.- Plains near Rome. Enter Lucius, Nor age, nor honour, shall shape privilege :
and Goths, with drum and colours.
And how desirous of our sight they are.
Therefore, great lords, be, as your titles witness, What news with thee, Æmilius ?
Imperious, and impatient of your wrongs ; Emil. Arm, arm, my lords; Rome never had And, wherein Rome hath done you any scath, more cause!
Let him make treble satisfaction. The Goths have gather'd head ; and, with a power 1 Goth. Brave slip, sprung from the great AnOr high-resolved men, bent to the spoil,
dronicus, They hither march amain, under conduct
Whose name was once our terror, now our comfort; Or Lucius, son to old Andronicus;
Whose high exploits, and honourable deeds, Who threats, in course of this revenge, to do Ingrateful Rome requites with foul contempt, As much as ever Coriolanus did.
Be bold in us : we'll follow where thou lead'st,Sat. Is warlike Lucius general of the Goths ? Like stinging bees in hottest summer's day, These tidings nip me; and I hang the head Led by their master to the flower'd fields, As flowers with frost, or grass beat down with And be aveng'd on cursed Tamora. storms.
Goths. And, as he saith, so say we all with him. Ay, now begin our sorrows to approach:
Luc. I humbly thank him, and I thank you all. 'Tis he the common people love so much ; But who comes here, led by a lusty Goth? Myself hath often overheard them say (When I have walked like a private man,)
Enter a Goth, leading Aaron, with his child in That Lucius' banishment was wrongsully,
his arms. And they have wish'd that Lucius were their em 2 Goth. Renowned Lucius, from our troops I peror.
stray'd, Tam. Why should you sear? is not your city To gaze upon a ruinous monastery; strong ?
And as I earnestly did fix mine eye
I heard a child cry underneath a wall:
The crying babe controll?d with this discourse : Is the sun dimm'd, that gnats do fly in it? Peace, tawny slave; half me, and half thy dam! The eagle suffers little birds to sing,
Did not thy hue bewray whose brat thou art, And is not careful what they mean thereby ; Had nature lent thee but thy mother's look, Knowing that with the shadow of his wings, Villain, thou mighlst have been an emperor :: He can at pleasure stinttheir melody:
But where the bull and cow are both milk-ichile, Even so may'st thou the giddy men of Rome. They never do beget a coal-black calf. Then cheer thy spirit: for know, thou emperor, Peace, villain, peace !--even thus he rates the I will enchant the old Andronicus,
babe, With words more sweet, and yet more dangerous, For I must bear thee to a trusty Goth; Than baits to fish, or honey-stalks to sheep; Who, when he knows thou art the empress' babe,
Will hold thee dearly for thy mother's sake. (1) Flatter. (2) Imperial, (3) Stop. (4) Harm. With this my weapon drawn, I rush'd upon him,
Surpris'd him suddenly; and brought him hither, Aar. Indeed, I was their tutor to instruct them; To use as you think needful of the inan.
That codding spirit had they from their mother, Luc. O worthy Goth! this is the incarnate devil, As sure a card as ever won the set:That robb'd Andronicus of his good hand: That bloody mind, I think, they learn'd of me. This is the pearl that pleas'd your empress' eye;' As true a dog as ever fought at head.And here's the base fruit of his burning lust. - Well, let my deeds be witness of my worth. Say, wall-ey'd slave, whither would'st thou convey I train'd thy brethren to that guileful hole This growing image of thy fiend-like face ? Where the dead corpse of Bassianus lay : Why dost not speak ? What! deaf? No; not a I wrote the letter that thy father found, word ?
And hid the gold within the letter mention'd, A halter, soldiers ; hang him on this tree,
Confederate with the queen and her two sons ; And by his side his fruit of bastardy,
And what not done, that thou hast cause to rue, Aar. Touch not the boy, he is of royal blood. Wherein I had no stroke of mischief in it ?
Luc. Too like the sire for ever being good. I play'd the cheater for thy father's hand;
And almost broke my heart with extreme laughter. Get me a ladder.
I pry'd me through the crevice of a wall, (A ladder brought, which Aaron is obliged to When, for his hand he had his two sons' heads : ascend.
Beheld his tears, and laugh'd so heartily,. Aar.
Lucius, save the child; That both mine eyes were rainy like to his; And bear it from me to the empress.
And when I told the empress of this sport, If thou do this, I'll show thee wondrous things, She swounded almost at my pleasing tale, That highly may advantage thee to hear :
And, for my tidings, gave me twenty kisses. Ir thou will not, befall what may befall,
Goth. What! canst thou say all this, and never I'll speak no more; But vengeance rot you all!
blush? Luc. Say on; and, if it please me which thou Aar. Ay, like a black dog, as the saying is. speak'st,
Luc. Art thou not sorry for these heinous deeds?
Few come within the compass of my curse,)
Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it;
Set deadly enmity between two friends And this shall all be buried by my death,
Make poor men's cattle break their necks; Unless thou swear to me, my child shall live. Set fire on barns and haystacks in the night,
Luc. Tell on thy mind; I say, thy child shall live. And bid the owners quench them with their tears. Adr. Swear, that he shall, and then I will begin. On have I digg'd up dead men from their graves, Luc. Who should I swear by ? thou believ'st no And set them upright at their dear friends' doors, god;
Even when their sorrows almost were forgot; That granted, how canst thou believe an oath ? And on their skins, as on the bark of trees,
Aar. What if I do not? as, indeed, I do not : Have with my knife carved in Roman letters,
Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead.
Luc. Bring down the devil; for he must not dié
To live and burn in everlasting fire ;,
So I might have your company in hell,
Luc. Sirs, stop his mouth, and let him speak no
Enter a Goth, press. Luc. O most insatiate, luxurious woman! Goth. My lord, there is a messenger from Rome,
Har. Tut, Lucius ? this was but a deed of charity, Desires to be admitted to your presence. To that which thou shalt hear of me anon.
Luc. Let him come near.'Twas her two sons that murder'd Bassianus: They cut thy sister's tongue, and ravish'd her,
Enter Æmilius. And cut her hands; and trimm'd her as thou Welcome, Æmilius, what's the news from Rome? saw'st.
JE mil. Lord Lucius, and you princes of the Luc. O, detéstable villain! call'st thou that trim
The Roman emperor greets you all by me: Aar. Why, she was wash'd, and cut, and trimm'd; And, for he understands you are in arms, and 'twas
He craves a parley at your father's house; Trim sport for them that had the doing or it. Willing you to demand your hostages, Luc. 0, barbarous, beastly villains, like thyself! And they shall be immediately deliver’d.
I Goth. What says our general ? (1) Alluding to the proverb, 'A black man is a Luc. Æmilius, let the emperor give his pledges Rearl in a fair woman's eye.'
father and my uncle Marcus,