Do you uphold and maintain in your speeches. Tit. Long have I been forlorn, and all for thee Welcome, dread fury, to my woful house ;— Rapine, and Murder, you are welcome too :— How like the empress and her sons you are! Well are you fitted, had you but a Moor:Could not all hell afford you such a devil?— For, well I wot, the empress never wags, But in her company there is a Moor; And, would you represent our queen aright, It were convenient you had such a devil: But welcome, as you are. What shall we do? Tam. What would'st thou have us do, Andronicus? Dem. Show me a murderer, I'll deal with him. Chi. Show me a villain, that hath done a rape, And I am sent to be reveng'd on him. Tam. Show me a thousand, that hath done thee wrong, And I will be revenged on them all. Tit. Look round about the wicked streets of Rome; And when thou find'st a man that's like thyself, Well may'st thou know her by thy own proportion, 2 B VOL. VII. For up and down she doth resemble thee; Tam. Well hast thou lesson'dus; this shall we do. Tit. Marcus, my brother!-'tis sad Titus calls. Go, gentle Marcus, to thy nephew Lucius; Mar. This will I do, and soon return again. [Exit. Tam. Now will I hence about thy business, And take my ministers along with me. Tit. Nay, nay, let Rape and Murder stay with me; Or else I'll call my brother back again, And cleave to no revenge but Lucius. Tam. 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. [Aside. Tit. I know them all, though they suppose me mad; And will o'er-reach them in their own devices, [Aside. Dem. Madam, depart at pleasure, leave us here. Tam. Farewell, Andronicus: Revenge now goes To lay a complot to betray thy foes. [Exit Tam. Tit. I know, thou dost; and, sweet Revenge, farewell. 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 others. Pub. What's your will? Tit. Pub. Know you these two? I take them, Chiron and Demetrius. Tit. Fie, Publius, fie! thou art too much deceiv'd; The one is Murder, Rape is the other's name : And therefore bind them, gentle Publius : Caius, and Valentive, lay hands on them: Oft have you heard me wish for such an hour, And now I find it; therefore bind them sure; And stop their mouths, if they begin to cry. [Exit Titus.-Publius, &c. lay hold on Chiron and Demetrius. Chi. Villains, forbear; we are the empress' sons 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 you bind them fast. Re-enter Titus Andronicus, with Lavinia; she bearing a bason, and he a knife. Tit. Come, come, Lavinia; look, thy foes are bound ; Sirs, stop their mouths, let them not speak to me; But let them hear what fearful words I utter.— O villains, Chiron and Demetrius ! Here stands the spring whom you have stain'd with mud; This goodly summer with your winter mix'd. You kill'd her husband; and, for that vile fault, Two of her brothers were condemn'd to death: My hand cut off, and made a merry jest: Both her sweet hands, her tongue, and that, more dear Than hands or tongue, her spotless chastity, And make two pasties of your shameful heads; And in that paste let their vile heads be bak'd. To make this banquet; which I wish may prove (1) Crust of a raised pye. More stern and bloody than the Centaurs' feast. So, now bring them in, for I will play the cook, And see them ready 'gainst their mother comes. [Exeunt, bearing the dead bodies. SCENE III-The same. A pavilion, with tables, &c. Enter Lucius, Marcus, and Goths, with Aaron, prisoner. Luc. Uncle Marcus, since 'tis my That I repair to Rome, I am content. father's mind, 1 Goth. And ours, with thine, befall what for tune will. Luc. Good uncle, take you in this barbarous This ravenous tiger, this accursed devil; Aar. Some devil whisper curses in mine ear, [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? parle; These quarrels must be quietly debated. The feast is ready, which the careful Titus (1) Advantage, benefit. (2) i. e. Begin the parier. |