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Dem. Gramercy, lovely Lucius; What's the Aar.
Well, God news?
[news, Give her good rest! What hath he sent her? Boy. That you are both decipher'd, that's the Nur.
A devil. For villains mark'd with rape. (Aside.) May it Aar. Why, then she's the devil's dam; a joyplease you,
[issue; My grandsire, well advis'd, hath sent by me Nur. A joyless, dismal, black, and sorrowful The goodliest weapons of his armoury, Here is the babe, as loathsome as a toad To gratify your honourable youth,
Amongst the fairest breeders of our clime. The hope of Rome; for so he bade me say; The empress sends it thee, thy stamp, thy seal, And so I do, and with his gifts present And bids thee christen it witlithydasser's point. Your lordships, that whenever you have need, Aar, Out, out, you whore! is black so base You may be armed and appointed well :
a hue? And so I leave you both, aside] like bloody vil- Sweet blowse, you are a beauteous blossom, sure.
lains. (Excunt Boy and Attendant. Dem. Villain, what hast thou done? Dem. What's here? A scroll; and written Aar.
Done! that which thou round about?
Canst not undo. Let's see;
Thon hast undone our mother, Integer vita, scelerisque purus,
Aar. Villain, I have done thy mother. Non eget Mauri jaculis, nec arcu.
Dem. And therein, hellish dog, thou hast unChi, 0, 'tis a verse in Horace; I know it well: done.
(choice! I read it in the grammar long ago.
Woe to her chance, and damn'd her loathed Aar. Ay, just!-a verse in Horace :--right, Accurs'd the offspring of so foul a fiend ! you have it.
Chi. It shall not live. Now, what a thing it is to be an ass!
It shall not die. Here's no sound jest! the old man hath
Nur. Aaron, it must: the mother wills it so. found their guilt;
Aar. What, must it, nurse ? then let no man And sends the weapons wrapp'd about
Do execution on my flesh and blood. (but I with lines,
Dem. I'll broach the tadpole on my rapier's
Aside. That wound beyond their feeling to the
(spatch it. quick.
Nurse, give it me; my sword shall soon deBut were our witty empress well a-foot,
Aar. Sooner this sword shall plough thy She would applaud Andronicus' conceit. But let her rest in her unrestawhile.
[Takes the Child from the Nurse, and drars. And now, young lords, was't not a happy star Stay, murderous villains! will you kill your Led us to Rome, strangers, and more than so,
brother? Captives, to be advanced to this height? Now, by the burning tapers of the sky, It did me good, before the palace gate
That shone so brightly when this boy was got, To brave the tribune in his brother's hearing: He dies upon my scimitar's sharp point
Dem. But me more good, to see so great a lord That touches this my first-born son and heir ! Basely insinuate, and send us gifts.
I tell you, younglings, not Enceladus, dar. Had he not reason, Lord Demetrius? With all his threat'ning band of Typhon's brood, Did you not use his daughter very friendly? Nor great Alcides, nor the god of war, Dem. I would, we had a thousand Roman Shall seize this prey out of his father's hands. dames
What, what; ye sanguine, shallow-hearted boys! At such a bay, by turn to serve our lust. Yewhite-lim'd walls! yealehouse painted signs!
Chi. A charitable wish, and full of love. Coal black is better than another hue, Aar. Here lacks but your mother for to say In that it scorns to bear another hue : amen,
(more. For all the water in the ocean Chi. And that would she for twenty thousand Can never turn a swan's black legs to white,
Dem. Come, let us go; and pray to all the gods Althongh she lave them hourly in the flood. For our beloved mother in her pains.
Tell the empress from me, I am of age Aar. Pray to the devils; the gods have given To keep mine own; excuse it how she can. us o'er.
[Aside. Flourish. Dem. Wilt thou betray thy noble mistress Dem. Why do the emperor's truns pets flourish thus! thus?
Aar. My mistress is my mistress! this, myself; Chi. Belike, for joy the emperor hath a son. The vigour, and the picture of my youth: Dem. Soft : who comes here?
This, before all the world, do I prefer ;
This, maugre all the world, will I keep safe, Enter a Nurse, with a black-cz-moor Child
Or some of you shall smoke for it in kome. in her Arms.
Dem. By this our mother is for ever sham'd. Nur.
Good morrow, lords: Chi, Rome will despise her for this foul es0, tell me, did you see Aaron the moor?
(death. Aar. Well, more, or less, or ne'er a whit at all, Nur. The emperor, in his rage, will doom her Here Aaron is: and what with Aaron now? Chi. I blush to think upon this ignomy.
Nur. O gentle Aaron, we are all undone ! Aar. Why, there's the privilege your beauty Now help, or woe betide thee evermore!
bears: Aar. Why, what a caterwauling dost thoa Fye, treacherous hue! that will betray with kеер ?
blushing What dost thou wrap and fumble in thine arms? The close enacts and counsels of the heart, Nur. O, that which I would hide from hea- Here's a young lad fram'd of another leer: ven's eye,
(grace; Look, how the black slave smiles upon the Onr empress shame, and stately Rome's dis father; She is deliver'd, lords, she is deliver'd. As who should say, old lad, I am thine ourn. Aar. To whom?
He is your brother, lords ; sensibly fed Nur.
I mean, she's brought to bed, Of that self-blood that first gave life to you;
And, from that womb, where you imprison'd Look ye draw home enough, and 'tis there He is enfranchised and come to light: [were, Terras Astrea reliquit :
(straight; Nay, he's your brother by the surer side, Be you remember'd, Marcus, she's gone, she's Although my seal be stamped in his face.
fied. Nur, Aaron,what shall I say unto the empress? Sir, take you to your tools. You, cousins, shail
Dem. Advise thee, Aaron, wliat 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 thon 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 : dar. Why, so, brave lords; When we all join Tell hin, it is for justice, and for aid: in league,
And that it comes from old Androniens, I am a lamb: but if you hrave the Moor, Shaken with sorrows in ungrateful Rome.The chafed bear, the mountain lioness, Ah, Rome !--Well, weli: I made thee miserable, The ocean swells not so as Aaron storms. What time I threw the people's suffrages But, say again, how 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 empress. And leave you not a man of war unsearch'd :
Aar. The empress, the midwife, and yourself: This wicked emperor may have shipp'd her Two may keep counsel, when the third's away: hence, Go to the empress; tell her, this I said : And, kinsmen, then we may go pipe for justice.
[Stabbing her. Mar. 0. Publius, is not this a heavy case, Weke, weke !-s0 cries a pig, prepard to the To see thy noble uncle thus distract: spit.
Pub. Therefore, iny lord, it highly is concerns, Dem. What mean'st thou, Aaron? Wherefore By day and night to attend him carefully; didst thou this?
And feed his humour kindly as we may, Aar. O, lord, sir, 'tis a deed of policy: Till time beget some careful remedy. Shall she live to betray this guilt of ours ? Mar. Kinsmen, his sorrows are past remedy. A long-tongu'd babbling gossip? no, lords, no. Join with the Goths; and with revengeful war And now be it known to you my full intent. Take wreak on Rome for this ingratitude, Not far, one Muliteus lives, my countryman, And vengeance on the traitor Saturnine. His wife but yesternight was brought to bed; Tit. Publius, how now? how now, my mas. His child is like to her, fair as you are: Have you met with her ? [ters? What. Go pack with him, and give the mother gold, Pub. No, my good lord: but Pluto sends you And tell them both the circumstance of all;
word And how by this their child shall be advanca If you will have revenge from hell, you shall : And be received for the emperor's heir. Marry, for Justice she is so employ'd, else, And substituted in the place of mine,
He thinks, with Jove in heaven, or some where To calm this tempest whirling in the court; So that perforce you must needs stay a time. And let the emperor dandle bim for his own. Tit. He doth me wrong to feed me with deHark ye, lords, ye see, that I have given her I'll dive into the burning lake below, (lays.
physick, [Pointing to the Nurse. And pull her out of Acheron by the heels.And you must needs bestow her funeral ; Marcus, we are but shrubs, no cedars we: The fields are near, and you are gallant grooms: No big-bond men, fram'd of the Cyclops' size: This done, see that you take no longer days, But metal, Marcus, steel to the very back; But send the niidwife presently to me.
Yet wrung with wrongs, more than our backs The midwife, and the nurse, well made away, can bear: Then let the ladies tattle what they please. And sith there is no justice in earth nor hell,
Chi. Aaron, I see, thou wilt not trust the air We will solicit heaven: and move the gods, With secrets.
To send down justice for to wreak our wrongs : Dem.
For this care of Tamora, Come, to this gear. You are a good archer, Herself, and hers, are highly bound to thee.
Marcus. [H gives them the Arroies. (Exeunt Dem. and Ch. bearing off the Nurse. Ad Jovem, that's for you:- Here, ad Apollinem.Aar. Now to the Goths, as swift as swallow Ad Martem, that's for myself: flies;
Here, boy, to Pallas :-Here, to Mercury : There to dispose this treasure in mine arms, To Saturn, Caius, not to Saturnine, And secretly to greet the empress' friends. You were as good to shoot against the wind. Come on, you thick-lipp'd slave, I'll bear you To it, boy. Marcus, loose you when I bid: hence;
O'my word, I have written to effect; For it is you that puts us to our shifts : There's not a god left unsolicited. I'll make you feed on berries, and on roots, Mar, Kinsmen, shoot all your shafts into the And feed on curds and whey, and suck the goat, court: And cabin in a cave: and bring you up We will afflict the emperor in his pride. To be a warrior, and command a camp. [Exit. Tit. Now, masters, draw. (They shoot.] 0, well
said, Lucius ! SCENE III. The same. A publick Place.
Good boy, in Virgo's lap; give it Pallas. Enter Titus, bra ring Arrows, with letters at the
Mar. My lord, I aim a mile beyond the moon; ends of them; with him, Marcus, Young LUCIUS, Your letter is with Jupiter by this.
(done? and other Gentlemen, with bows.
Tit. Ha! Publius, Publius, what hast thou Tit. Come, Marcus, come;-Kinsmen, this is See, see, thou hast shot off one of Taurus' horns. the way
Mar. This was the sport, my lord: when Sir boy, now let me see your archery;
The bull being gall'd, gave Aries such a knock, His sorrows have so overwhelm'd his wils, Thatdown fell both the ram's horns in the court; Shall we be thus afilicted in his wreaks, And who should find them but the empress' His fits, his frenzy, and his bitterness? villain?
choose And now he writes to heaven for his redress : She laugh'd, and told the moor, he should not Sie, here's to Jove, and this to Mercury; But give them to his master for a present. This to Apollo; this to the god of war: Tit. Why, there it goes: God give your lord- Sweet scrolls to fly about the streets of Rome! ship joy.
What's this, but libelling against the senate, Enter a Clown with a Basket and two Pigeons. And blazoning our injustice every where ? News, news from heaven! Marcus, the post is a goodly humour, is it not, my lords ? come.
As who would say, in Rome no justice were. Sirrah, what tidings? have you any letters ? But, if I live, his feigned ecstasies Shall I have justice? what says Jupiter?
Shall be no shelter to these outrages: Clo. Ho! the gibbet maker? he says, that he But he and his shall kuow, that justice lives hath taken them down again, for the man must In Saturninus' health; whom, if she sleep, not be hang'd till the next week.
He'll so awake, as she in fury shall Tit. But what says Jupiter, I ask thee? Cut off the proud'st conspirator that lives.
Clo. Alas, sir, I know not Jupiter; I never Tam. My gracious lord, my lovely Saturnine, drank with him in all my life.
Lord of my life, commander of my thoughts, lit. Why, villain, art not thou the carrier? Calm thee, and bear the faults of Titus age, Clo. Ay, of my pigeons, sir; nothing else. The effects of sorrow for his valiant sons, Tit. Why, didst thou not come from heaven? Whose loss hath pierc'd him deep and scarr'd Clo. From heaven? alas, sir, I never came
his heart; there: God forbid, I should be so bold to press And rather comfort his distressed plight, to heaven in my young days. Why, I am going Than prosecute the meanest, or the best, with my pigeons to the tribunal plebs, to take For these contempts. Why, thus it shall become up a matter of brawl betwixt my uncle and one High-witted Tamora to gloze with all: (Aside. of the emperial's men.
But, Titus, I have touch'd thee to the quick, Mar. Why, sir, that is as fit as can be, to Thy life-blood out: if Aaron now be wise, Gerve for your oration: and let him deliver the Then is all safe, the anchor's in the port.pigeons to the emperor from you.
Enter Clown. Tit. Tell me, can you deliver an oration to How now, good fellow? would'st thou speak the emperor with a grace ?
with us? Clo. Nay, truly, sir, I could never say grace Clo. Yes, forsooth, an your mistership be inin all my life.
(peror. Tit. Sirrah, come hither: make no more ado, Tam. Empress I am, but yonder sits the emBut give your pigeons to the emperor:
Clo. 'Tis he.-God, and Saint Stephen, give By me thou shalt have justice at his hands. you good den:-I have brought you a letter, Hold, hold ;-mean while, here's money for thy and a couple of pigeons here. chargea.
(SATURNINUS reads the Letter. Give me a pen and ink.
Sat. Go, take him away, and hang him preSirrah, can you with a grace deliver a suppli sently. Clo. Ay, sir.
[cation ? Clo, How much money must I have ? Tit. Then here is a supplication for you. And Tam. Come, sirrah, you must be hang'a. when you come to him, at the first approach, Clo. Hang'd! Byår lady, then I have brought you must kneel; then kiss his foot; then deliver up a neck to a fair end. (Exit, guarded up your pigeons; and then look for your reward. Sat. Despiteful and intolerable wrongs! I'll be at hand, sir : see you do it bravely. Shall I endure this monstrous villany?
Clo. I warrant you, sir: let me alone. I know from whence this same device proceeds; Tit. Sirrah, hast thou a knife ? Come, let me May this be borne ?-as if his traitorous sons, see it.
That died by law for murder of our brother, Here, Marcus, fold it in the oration;
Have by my means been butcher'd wrongFor thou hast made it like an humble sup
Go, drag the villain hither by the hair; And when thou hast given it to the emperor, Nor age, nor honour, shall shape privilege: Knock at my door, and tell me what he says. For this proud mock, I'll be thy slaughterman: Clo, God be with you, sir; I will.
Sly, frantick wretch, that holp'st to make me Tit. Come, Marcus, let's go - Publius, follow great,
(Exeunt. In hope thyself should govern Rome and me,
Enter EMILIUS. SCENE IV. The same. Before the Palace.
What news with thee, Æmilius? Enter SATURNIXUS, TAMORA,CHiron, DEMETRIUS, Æmil. Arm, arm, my lords; Rome never had Lords, and Others; SATURNINUS with the Ar
more cause! rows in his hand that Titus shot,
The Goths have gather'd head; and with a power Sat. Why, lords, what wrongs are these? Was of high-resolved men, bent to the spoil,
They hither march amain, under conduct An emperor of Rome thus overborne,
Of Lucius, son to old Andronicus ; Troubled, confronted thus: and, for the extent who threats, in course of this revenge, to do Of egal justice, us'd in such contempt?
As much as ever Coriolanus did. My lords, you know, as do the mighiful gods, Sat. Is warlike Lucius general of the Goths ? However these disturbers of our peace
These tidings nip me; and I hang the head Buz in the people's ears, there Dought hath As flowers with frost, or grass beat down with pasa'd,
storms. But even with law, against the wilful sons Ay, now begin our sorrows to approach: Of old Andronicus. And what an if
'Tis he the common people love so much;
Mrseif hath often overheard them say Enter a Goth, leading Aaron, with his Child in (When I have walked like a private man),
his arms. 'That Lucius' banishment was wrongfully, 2 Goth. Renowned Lucius, from our troops I And they have wish'd that Lucius were their To gaze upon a ruinous monastery; (stray'd, emperor.
(strong? And as I earnestly did fix mine eye Tam. Why should you fear? is not your city Upon the wasted building, suddenly Sat. Ay, but the citizens favour Lucius : I heard a child cry underneath a wall : Aud will revolt from me, to succour him. I made unto the noise ; when soon I heard Tam. King, be thy thoughts imperious, like The crying babe controll'd with this discourse : thy name.
Peace, iawny slave; half me, and halj thy dam! Is the sun dimm'd, that gnats do fly in it? Did not thy hue bewray whose brat thou art, The eagle suffers little birds to sing,
Had nature lent thee but thy mother's look, And is not careful what they mean thereby; Villain, thou might'st have been an emperor : Knowing that, with the shadow of his wings, But where the bull and cow are both milk-white, He can at pleasure stint their melody: They never do beget a coal-black calf. Even so may'st thou the giddy men of Rome. Peace, villain, peace! even thus he rates the Then cheer thy spirit; for know, thou emperor, For I must bear thee to a trusty Goth; [babe. I will enchant the old Andronicus,
Who, when he knows thou art the empress bube, With words more sweet, and yet more dan- | Will hold thee dearly for thy mother's sak'. gerous,
With this, my weapon drawn, I rush'd upon him, Than baits to fish, or honey-stalks to sheep; Surpris'd him suddenly; and brought him hither When as the one is wounded with the bait, To use as you think needful of the man. The other rotted with delicious feed.
Lauc. () worthy Goth! this is the incarnate Suf. But he will not entreat his son for us.
devil, Tan. If Tamora entreat him, then he will: That robb’d Andronicus of his good hand : For I can smooth and fill his aged ear This is the pearl that pleas'd your empress'eye; With golden promises; that were his heart And here's the base fruit of his burning lust. Almost impregnable, his old cars deaf, Say, wall-ey'd slave, whither would'st thou Yet should both ear and heartobey my tongue.
convey Go thou before, be our ambassador;
This growing image of thy fiend-like face?
[To ÆXILIUB. Why dost not speak? What! deaf? No; not a Say, that the emperor requests a parley
word ? Of warlike Lucius, and appoint the meeting, A halter, soldiers; hang him on this tree, Even at his father's house, the old Andronicus. And by his side his fruit of bastardy.
Sat. Æmilius, do this message honourably : Aar. Touch not the boy, he is of royal blood. And if he stand on hostage for his safety, Luc. Too like the sire for ever being good.Bid him demand what pledge will please him First, hang the child, that he may see it sprawl; best.
A sight to vex the father's soul withal. Æmil. Your bidding shall I do effectually. Get me a ladder.
(Exit EmiliUS. [4 ladder is brought, which AARON is obliged Tam. Now will I to that old Andronicus;
to ascen. And temper him with all the art I have,
Lucius, save the child; To pluck proud Lucius from the warlike Goths. And bear it from me to the empress. And now, sweet emperor, be blithe again, If thou do this, I'll show thee wondrous things, And bury all thy fear in my devices.
That highly may advantage thee to hear: Sat. Then go successfully, and plead to him. If thou wilt not, befall what may befall,
(Exeunt. I'll speak no more: But vengeance rot you all!
Luc. Say on; and if it please me which thou
Thy child shall live, and I will see it nourish'd. SCENE I. Plains near Rome.
Aar. An if it please thee? why, assure thee
Lucius, Enter Lucius, and Goths, with Drum and Colours. "Twill vex thy soul to hear what I shall speak; Luc. Approved warriors, and my faithful For I must talk of murders, rapes, and massacres, friends,
Acts of black night, abominable deeds, I have received letters from great Rome, Complots of mischief, treason; villanies Which signify, what hate they bear their em- Ruthful to hear, yet piteously perform'd : peror,
And this shall all be buried by my death, And how desirous of our sight they are. Unless thou swear to me, my child shall live. Therefore, great lords, be, as your titles witness, Luc. Tell on thy mind; I say, thy child shall Imperious, and impatient of your wrongs;
(begin. And, wherein Rome hath done you any scath, Aar. Swear, that he shall, and then I will Let him make treble satisfaction. [dronicus, Luc. Who should I swear by ? thou believ'st 1 Goth. Brave slip, sprung from the great An
no god; Whose name was once our terror, now our That granted, how canst thou believe an oath? comfort;
Aar. What if I do not? as, indeed, I do not: Whose high exploits, and honourable deeds, Yet, for I know thou art religions, Ingrateful Rome requites with foul contempt, And bast a thing within thee, called conscience; Be bold in us: we'll follow where thou lead'st, With twenty popish tricks and ceremonies, Like stinging bees in hottest summer's day, Which I have seen thee careful to observe,-Led by their
master to the flower'd fields, Therefore I urge thy oath :-For that, I know And be aveng'd on cursed Tamora.
An idiot holds his bauble for a god, Goths. And, as he saith, so say we all with him. And keeps the oath, which by that God he Luc. I humbly thank him, and I thank you all. swears:
(vow But who comes here, led by a lusty Goth? iTo that I'll urge him:-Therefore, thou shalt
By that same god, what God soe'er it be, So I might have your company in hell,
Enter a Goth. dar. First know thou, I begot him on the Goth. My lord, there is a messenger from empress.
Enter ÆMILIUS. To that which thou shalt hear of me anon: Welcome Æmilius, what's the news from 'Twas her two sons that murder'd Bassianus;
[Goths; They cut thy sister's tongue, and ravish'd her, Amil. Lord Lucius, and you princes of the And cut her hands; and trimm'd her as thou The Roman emperor greets you all by me: saw'st.
(trimming? And, for he understands you are in arms, Luc. (), detestable villain ! call'st thou that He craves a parley at your father's house, Aar. Why, she was wash'd and cut, and Willing you to demand your hostages, trimm'd ; and 'twas
And they shall be immediately deliverd. Trim sport for them that had the doing of it. 1 Goth. What says our general ? Luc. 0, barbarous, beastly villains, like thy Luc. Æmilius,let the emperorgive his pledges sell!
(them! Unto my father and my uncle Marcus, Aar. Indeed, I was their tutor to instruct And we will come.- March away. (Exeurt. That codding spirit had they from their mother,
SCENE II. Rome. Before Titus's Hlouse. As sure a card as ever won the set: That bloody mind, I think, they learn'd of
Enter T'AMORA, CHiron,and DEMETRIUS, disguised. As true a dog as ever fought at head.
Tam. Thus, in this strange and sad habiliment, Well, let my deeds be witness of my worth. I will encounter with Andronicus; I train'd thy brethren to that guileful hole, And, say, I am Revenge, sent from below, Where the dead corpse of Bassianus lay: To join with him, and right his heinous wrongs. I wrote the letter that thy father found, Knock at his study, where, they say, he keeps, And hid the gold within the letter mention'd, To ruminate strange plots of dire revenge; Confederate with the queen, and her two sons; Tell him, Revenge is come to join with hin, And what not done, that thou hast cause to rue, And work confusion on his enemies. Wherein I had no stroke of mischief in it?
[They knock. I play'd the cheater for thy father's hand :
Enter Titus, above. And, when I had it, drew myself apart, (ter. Tit. Who doth molest my contemplation ? And almost broke my heart with extreme laugh- Is it your trick, to make me ope the door; I pry'd me through the crevice of a wall, That so my sad decrees may fly away, When. for his hand, he had his two sons' heads; And all my study be to no effect ? Peheld his tears, and laugh'd so heartily, You are deceiv'd: for what I mean to do, That both mine eyes were rainy like to his; See here, in bloody lines I have set down; And when I told the empress of this sport, And what is written shall be executed. She swounded almost at my pleasing tale, Tam. Titus, I come to talk with thee. And, for my tidings, gave me twenty kisses. Tit. No! not a word: How can I grace my talk, Goth. What! canst thou say all this, and never Wanting a hand to give it action? blush?
Thou hast the odds of me, therefore no more. Aar. Ay, like a black dog, as the saying is. Tam. If thou didst know me, thou would'st Luc. Art thou not sorry for these heinous talk with me. deeds?
Tit. I am not mad; I know thee well enough, Aar. Ay, that I had not done a thousand more. Witness this wretched stump, these crimson Even now I curse the day (and yet, I think
lines; Few come within the compass of my curse), Witness these trenches, made by grief and care: Wherein I did not some notorious ill;
Witness the tiring day, and heavy night: As kill a man, or else devise his death; Witness all sorrow, that I know thee well Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it; For our proud empress, mighty Tamora : Accuse some innocent, and forswear myself: Is not thiy coming for my other hand ? Set deadly enmity betwoen two friends; Tam. Know thou, sad man, I am not Tamora; Make poor men's cattle break their necks; She is thy enemy, and I thy friend : Set fire on barns and haystacks in the night, I am Revenge; sent from the infernal kingdom, And bid the owners quench them with their to ease the gnawing vulture of thy mind, tears.
By working wreakful vengeance on thy foes. Oft have I digg'd up dead men from their graves, Come down, and welcome me to this world's And set them upright at their dear friends' doors, light; Even when their sorrows almost were forgot; Confer with me of murder and of death: And on their skins, as on the bark of trees, There's not a hollow cave, or lurking place, Have with my knife carved, in Roman letters, No vast obscurity, or misty vale, Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead. Where bloody murder, or detested rape, Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful things, Can couch for fear, but I will find them out; As willingly as one would kill a tly:
And in their ears tell them my dreadful name, And nothing grieres me heartily indeed, Revenge, which makes the foul offender quake. But that I cannot do ten thousand more.
Tit. Art thou Revenge ? and art thou sent to Luc. Bring down the devil; for he must not die To be a torment to mine enemies ? (me, So sweet a death, as hanging presently.
Tam. I am; therefore come down, and wel. Aar. If there be devils, would I were a devil,
come me. To live and burn in everlasting tire;
Tit. Do me some service, ere I come to thoe