Sat. Die, frantic wretch, for this accurfed deed. [He fubs Titus. Luc. Can the fon's eye behold his father bleed? There's meed for meed, death for a deadly deed. [Lucius ftabs the Emperor.. Mar. You fad-faced men, people and fons of Rome, By uproar fevered, like a flight of fowl Scattered by winds and high tempestuous gufts, Oh, let me teach you how to knit again This fcattered corn into one mutual theaf,. Thefe broken limbs again into one body. Goth. Let Rome herself be bane unto herself; And fhe, whom mighty kingdoms curtly to, Like a forlorn and defperate caft-away, Do fhameful execution on herself. Mar. But if my frofty figns and chaps of age, Grave witneffes of true experience, Cannot induce you to attend my words, When fubtle Greeks furprised King Priam's Troy: But floods of tears will drown my oratory, Here is a captain, let him tell the tale, Your hearts will throb and weep to hear him fpeak. Luc. Then, noble auditory, be it known to you, That curfed Chiron and Demetrius Were they that murdered our Emperor's brother; For their fell faults our brothers were beheaded, The gates fhut on me, and turned weeping out, Who drowned their enmity in my true tears, But, foft, methinks I do digrefs too much, Citing my worthlefs praife: oh, pardon me, Of this was Tamora delivered; The iffue of an irreligious Mcor, Chief architect and plotter of these woes; (27) The villain is alive in Titus's house, [child, And as he is, to witness this is true.] The villain alive, and as he is, furely, can never be right. The manufcript must have been obfcure and blindly writ, fo that the firft editors could not make out the word which I have ventured to reftore. The epithet I have replaced, admirably forts with the Moor's character; and Lucius ufes it again, fpeaking of him at the conclufion of the play; See juftice done on Aaron, that damned Moor. Befides, damned as he is--is a mode of expreflion familiar with our Author. Damned as he is, to witnefs this is true. Now judge what caufe had Titus to revenge Or more than any living man could bear. [mans? Em. Come, come, thou reverend man of Rome, Mar. Lucius, all hail, Rome's royal Emperor ! Go, go, into old Titus' forrowful house, And hither hale that mifbelieving Moor, To be adjudged fome direful flaughtering death, As punishment for his moft wicked life. Lucius, all hail, Rome's gracious governor! Luc. Thanks, gentle Romans: may I govern fo, Stand all aloof: but uncle, draw you near, So, in Othello; O thou foul thief! where haft thou ftowed my daughter? And the fame fashion of expreffing himself he likewise uses in beftowing praife. 2 Henry VI. But noble as he is, look where he comes. Oh, take this warm kifs on thy pale cold lips, Mar. Ay, tear for tear, and loving kiss for kiss,. Luc. Come hither, boy; come, come, and learn of us To melt in showers; thy grandfire loved thee well; Sung thee afleep, his loving breast thy pillow: In that refpect then, like a loving child, Shed yet fome fmall drops from thy tender fpring, Friends fhould affociate friends, in grief and woe; Boy. O grandfire, grandfire! even with all my Would I were dead, fo you did live again---- Enter Romans with AARON. Rom. You fad Andronici, have done with 'woes: Luc. Set him breast-deep in earth, and famish him: For the offence he dies: this is our doom. 1 Aar. O, why fhould wrath be mute, and fury dumb !----- I am no baby, I, that with base prayers I do repent it from my very foul. Luc. Some loving friends convey the Emperor And give him burial in his father's grave. No funeral rites, nor man in mournful weeds, That like events may ne'er it-ruinate. [Exeunt omnes, |