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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 órdain'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 found. The company sit down at table.
Enter Titus, dress'd like a cook ; LAVINIA, veiled; young
Lucius, and Others. Titus places the dishes on the table,
Tit. Welcome, my gracious lord; welcome, dread
queen ; Welcome, ye warlike Goths; welcome, Lucius; And welcome, all : although the cheer be poor, 'Twill fill your stomachs; please you eat of it.
Sa., 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.
My lord the emperor, resolve me this ;
Was it well done of rash Virginius,
To lay his daughter with his own right hand,
Because she was enforc'd, stain'd, and deflour'd ?
Sat. It was,
Tit. Your reason, mighty lord!
Sat. Because the girl should not survive her shame, And by her presence still renew his sorrows.
Til. A reason mighty, strong, and effectual;
A pattern, precedent, and lively warrant,
For me, most wretched, to perform the like :-
Die, die, Lavinia, and thy shame with thee;
[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 woful as Virginius was : And have a thousand times more cause than he To do this outrage ;-and it is now done.
Sat. What, was the ravilh'd ? tell, who did the deed. Tit. Will't please you eat? will't please your highness
feed ? Tam. Why hast thou Nain thine only daughter thus ?
Tit. Not I; 'twas Chiron, and Demetrius :
They ravish'd her, and cut away her tongue,
And they, 'twas they, that did her all this wrong.
Sat. Go, fetch them hither to us presently.
Tit. Why, there they are both, baked in that pie;
Whereof their mother daintily hath fed,
Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred.
'Tis true, 'tis true; witness my knife's fharp point.
[Killing TAMORA, Sat. Die, frantick 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.
[Kills SATURNINUS. A great tumult. The people in
confufion disperse. MARCUS, Lúcius, and their pare
tifans afcend the steps before Titus's house. 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 gufts,
0, let me teach you how to knit again
This scatter'd corn into one mutual theaf,
These broken limbs again into one body.
Sen. Left Rome herself be bane unto herself;
And she, whom mighty kingdoms court'sy to,
Like a forlorn and desperate cast-away,
Do shameful execution on herself.
But if my frosty signs and chaps of age,
Grave witnesses of true experience,
Cannot induce you to attend my words,-
Speak, Rome's dear friend; [TO LUCIUS.] as erst our
When with his solemn tongue he did discourse,
To love-lick Dido's sad attending ear,
The story of that baleful burning night,
When subtle Greeks surpriz'd king Priam's Troy ;
Tell us, what Sinon hath bewitch'd our ears,
Or who hath brought the fatal engine in,
That gives our Troy, our Rome, the civil wound.
My heart is not compact of flint, nor steel ;
Nor can I utter all our bitter grief,
But floods of tears will drown my oratory,
And break my very utterance; even i'the time
When it should move you to attend me most,
Lending your kind commiseration :
Here is a captain, let him tell the tale;
Your hearts will throb and weep to hear him speak.
Luc. Then, noble auditory, be it known to you,
That cursed Chiron and Demetrius
Were they that murdered our emperor's brother;
And they it were that ravished our sister :
For their fell faults our brothers were beheaded;
Our father's tears despis'd; and basely cozen'd
Of that true hand, that fought Rome's quarrel out,
And sent her enemies unto the grave.
Lastly, myself unkindly banished,
The gates shut on me, and turn'd weeping out,
To beg relief among Rome's enemies ;
Who drown'd their enmity in my true tears,
And op'd their arms to embrace me as a
And I am the turn'd-forth, be it known to you,
That have preserv'd her welfare in my blood;
And from her bosom took the enemy's point,
Sheathing the steel in my advent'rous body.
Alas! you know, I am no vaunter, I;
My scars can witness, dumb although they are,
That my report is just, and full of truth.
But, soft, methinks, I do digress too much,
Citing my worthless praise: 0, pardon me;
For when no friends are by, men praise themselves.
Mar. Now is my turn to fpeak; Behold this child,
[Pointing to the child in the arms of an attendant.
of this was Tamora delivered;
The issue of an irreligious Moor,
Chief architect and plotter of these woes;
The villain is alive in Titus' house,
Damn'd as he is, to witness this is true.
Now judge, what cause had Titus to revenge
These wrongs, unspeakable, past patience,
Or more than any living man could bear.
Now you have heard the truth, what say you, Romans ?
Have we done aught amiss ? Show us wherein,
And, from the place where you behold us now,
remainder of Andronici
Will, hand in hand, all headlong cast us down,
And on the ragged stones beat forth our brains,
And make a mutual closure of our house.
Speak, Romans, speak : and, if you say, we shall,
Lo, hand in hand, Lucius and I will fall.
Æmil. Come, come, thou reverend man of Rome,
And bring our emperor gently in thy hand,
Lucius our emperor ; for, well I know,
The common voice do cry, it shall be so.
Rom. [Several speak.] Lucius, all hail; Rome's royal
Mar. Go, go into old Titus' sorrowful house;
[To an Attendant.
And hither hale that misbelieving Moor,
To be adjudg'd some direful Naughtering death,
As punishment for his most wicked life.
Rom, [Several speak.) Lucius, all hail; Rome's graci.
Luc. Thanks, gentle Romans; May I govern so,
To heal Rome's harms, and wipe away her woe!
But, gentle people, give me aim awhile,-
Formature puts me to a heavy talk ;-
Stand all aloof ;-but, uncle, draw you near,
To lhed obsequious tears upon this trunk :-
O, take this warm kiss on thy pale cold lips,
[Kiffes Titus. These sorrowful drops upon thy blood-Itain'd face, The last true duties of thy noble fon!
Mar. Tear for tear, and loving kiss for kiss,
Thy brother Marcus tenders on thy lips :
O, were the sum of these that I should pay
Countless and infinite, yet would I pay
them! Luc. Come bither, boy; coine, come, and learn of us To melt in showers : Thy grandfire lov'd thee well: