This is the day of doom for Bassianus; Tam. Ah, my sweet Moor, sweeter to me than life! [Exit. Enter BASSIANUS and LAVINIA. Tam. Saucy controller of 6 my private steps! Lav. Under your patience, gentle empress, Aar. He, that had wit, would think that I had none, And to be doubted, that your Moor and you To bury so much gold under a tree, And never after to inherit it. Tam. My lovely Aaron, wherefore look'st thou sad, Of lullaby to bring her babe asleep. Are singled forth to try experiments. Jove shield your husband from his hounds to-day! Bas. Believe me, queen, your swarth Cimmerian Lav. And being intercepted in your sport, Bas. The king, my brother, shall have note of this. Tam. Why have I patience to endure all this? Dem. How now, dear sovereign, and our gracious mother! Why doth your highness look so pale and wan? Aar. Madam, though Venus govern your desires, Unless the nightly owl, or fatal raven. No, madam, these are no venereal signs: • Possess. Disquiet. And, when they show'd me this abhorred pit, Should straight fall mad, or else die suddenly. •Part.- Dusky.-• Hedgehogs, And then they call'd me, foul adulteress, Your mother's hand shall right your mother's wrong. And with that painted shape she braves your might: Chi. An if she do, I would I were an eunuch. Drag hence her husband to some secret hole, And make his dead trunk pillow to our lust. Tam. But when ye have the honey ye desire, Let not this wasp outlive us both to sting. [sure.Chi. I warrant you, madam, we will make that Come, mistress, now perforce we will enjoy That nice preserved honesty of yours. Lav. O Tamora! thou bear'st a woman's face,Tam. I will not hear her speak: away with her! Lav. Sweet lords, entreat her hear me but a word. Dem. Listen, fair madam: let it be your glory To see her tears; but be your heart to them, As unrelenting flint to drops of rain. [dam? Lav. When did the tiger's young ones teach the O! do not learn her wrath; she taught it thee. The milk, thou suck'dst from her, did turn to marble; Even at her teat thou hadst thy tyranny. Yet every mother breeds not sens alike: Do thou entreat her show a woman pity. [TO CHIRON. Chi. What! wouldst thou have me prove myself a bastard? Lav. 'Tis true; the raven doth not hatch a lark: Yet have I heard, O, could I find it now! The lion, mov'd with pity, did endure To have his princely 3 claws par'd all away. Some say that ravens foster forlorn children, The whilst their own birds famish in their nests: O! be to me, though thy hard heart say no, Nothing so kind, but something pitiful. Tam. I know not what it means. Away with her! Lav. O! let me teach thee: for my father's sake, That gave thee life, when well he might have slain Be not obdurate. Open thy deaf ears. [thee, Tam. Hadst thou in person ne'er offended me, Even for his sake am I pitiless.Remember, boys, I pour'd forth tears in vain, To save your brother from the sacrifice; But fierce Andronicus would not relent. Therefore, away, and use her as you will: The worse to her, the better lov'd of me. Lav. O Tamora! be call'd a gentle queen, [Kneeling. And with thine own hands kill me in this place; For 'tis not life that I have begg'd so long: Poor I was slain when Bassianus died. [me go. Tam. What begg'st thou then? fond woman, let Lav. 'Tis present death I beg; and one thing more, That womanhood denies my tongue to tell. O! keep me from their worse than killing lust, SCENE IV.-The Same. Enter AARON, with QUINTUS and MARTIUS. Aar. Come on, my lords, the better foot before: Straight will I bring you to the lonesome pit, Where I espy'd the panther fast asleep. Quin. My sight is very dull, whate'er it bodes. Mart. And mine, I promise you: wer't not for shame, Well could I leave our sport to sleep awhile. [MARTIUS falls into the Pit. Quin. What! art thou fallen? What subtle hole is this, Whose mouth is cover'd with rude-growing briars, That ever eye with sight made heart lament. That he thereby may give a likely guess, Quin. Aaron is gone; and my compassionate heart Quin. If it be dark, how dost thou know 'tis he? Mart. Upon his bloody finger he doth wear A precious ring, that lightens all the hole, Which, like a taper in some monument, Doth shine upon the dead man's earthy cheeks, And shows the ragged entrails of the pit: So pale did shine the moon on Pyramus, When he by night lay bath'd in maiden blood. O brother! help me with thy fainting hand, · • Strumpet. If fear hath made thee faint, as me it hath,- Quin. Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee out; Enter SATURNINUS and AARON. [Falls in. For by my father's reverend tomb I vow, They shall be ready at your highness' will, To answer this suspicion with their lives. Sat. Thou shalt not bail them: see, thou follow me. Some bring the murder'd body, some the murderers: Let them not speak a word, their guilt is plain; For, by my soul, were there worse end than death, That end upon them should be executed. Tam. Andronicus, I will entreat the king: Fear not thy sons, they shall do well enough. Tit. Come, Lucius, come; stay not to talk with them. [Exeunt severally. SCENE V.-The Same. Sat. Along with me:-I'll see what hole is here, Enter DEMETRIUS and CHIRON, with LAVINIA, Tab And what he is that now is leap'd into it. Say, who art thou, that lately didst descend Into this gaping hollow of the earth? Mart. The unhappy son of old Andronicus, Sat. My brother dead! I know, thou dost but jest: Mart. We know not where you left him all alive, But, out alas! here have we found him dead. Enter TAMORA, with Attendants; TITUS ANDRONICUS, and LUCIUS. Tam. Where is my lord, the king? [grief. Sat. Here, Tamora; though griev'd with killing Tam. Where is thy brother Bassianus ? Sat. Now to the bottom dost thou search my wound: Poor Bassianus here lies murdered. a Tam. Then, all too late I bring this fatal writ, [Giving a Letter. The complot of this timeless tragedy; And wonder greatly, that man's face can fold In pleasing smiles such murderous tyranny. Sat. [Reads.]" An if we miss to meet him handsomely, Sweet huntsman, Bassianus 'tis, we mean,- Have here bereft my brother of his life.- Tit. High emperor, upon my feeble knee Sat. If it be prov'd! you see, it is apparent.- . Untimely. ished; her Hands cut off, and her Tongue cut out. Dem. So, now go tell, an if thy tongue can speak, Who 'twas cut out thy tongue, and ravish'd thee. Chi. Write down thy mind, bewray thy meaning so; And, if thy stumps will let thee, play the scribe. Dem. See, how with signs and tokens she can scrowl. [hands. Chi. Go home, call for sweet water, wash thy Dem. She hath no tongue to call, nor hands to wash; And so let's leave her to her silent walks. Chi. An 'twere my case, I should go hang myself. Dem. If thou hadst hands to help thee knit the card. [Exeunt DEMETRIUS and CHIRON. b 4 Wind Horns. Enter MARCUS, from hunting. Like to a bubbling fountain stirr'd with wind, Doth burn the heart to cinders where it is. "Would all my wealth," i, e., would that the giving of all my wealth. Enter Senators, Tribunes, and Officers of Justice, with MARTIUS and QUINTUS, bound, passing on to the Place of Execution; TITUS going before, pleading. Tit. Hear me, grave fathers! noble tribunes, stay! For pity of mine age, whose youth was spent In dangerous wars, whilst you securely slept; For all my blood in Rome's great quarrel shed; For all the frosty nights that I have watch'd; And for these bitter tears, which now you see Filling the aged wrinkles in my cheeks; Be pitiful to my condemned sons, Whose souls are not corrupted as 'tis thought For two and twenty sons I never wept, Because they died in honor's lofty bed: For these, these, tribunes, in the dust I write [ Throwing himself on the ground. My heart's deep anguish in my soul's sad tears. Let my tears stanch the earth's dry appetite; My sons' sweet blood will make it shame and blush. [Exeunt Senators, Tribunes, &c., with the Prisoners. O earth! I will befriend thee with more rain, Enter LUCIUS, with his Sword drawn. Luc. O, noble father! you lament in vain : Tit. Ah, Lucius! for thy brothers let me plead. Grave tribunes, once more I entreat of you. Luc. My gracious lord, no tribune hears you speak. Tit. Why, 'tis no matter, man: if they did hear, They would not mark me; 3 or if they did mark, They would not pity me, yet plead I must, And bootless unto them. [Rising. Therefore, I tell my sorrows to the stones; The Thracian poet is Orpheus. For which attempt the judges have pronounc'd My everlasting doom of banishment. Tit. O happy man! they have befriended thee. Why, foolish Lucius, dost thou not perceive, That Rome is but a wilderness of tigers? Tigers must prey; and Rome affords no prey, But me and mine: how happy art thou, then, From these devourers to be banished? But who comes with our brother Marcus here? Enter MARCUS and LIVINIA. Mar. Titus, prepare thy aged eyes to weep; Or, if not so, thy noble heart to break: I bring consuming sorrow to thine age. Tit. Will it consume me? let me see it, then. Mar. This was thy daughter. Tit. Why, Marcus, so she is. Luc. Ah me! this object kills me. ს Tit. Faint-hearted boy, arise, and look upon her.Speak, my Lavinia, what accursed hand Hath made thee handless in thy father's sight? What fool hath added water to the sea, Or brought a faggot to bright-burning Troy? My grief was at the height before thou cam'st, And now, like Nilus, it disdaineth bounds.Give me a sword, I'll chop off my hands too, For they have fought for Rome, and all in vain, And they have nurs'd this woe in feeding life; In bootless prayer have they been held up, And they have serv'd me to effectless use: Now, all the service I require of them Is, that the one will help to cut the other.— 'Tis well, Lavinia, that thou hast no hands, For hands to do Rome service are but vain. Luc. Speak, gentle sister, who hath martyr'd thee? Mar. O! that delightful engine of her thoughts, That blabb'd them with such pleasing eloquence, Is torn from forth that pretty hollow cage, Where, like a sweet melodious bird, it sung 6 Rich varied notes, enchanting old and young. Luc. O! say thou for her, who hath done this deed? Mar. O! thus I found her straying in the park, Seeking to hide herself, as doth the deer, That hath receiv'd some unrecuring wound. Tit. It was my deer; and he that wounded her Hath hurt me more, than had he kill'd me dead: For now I stand as one upon a rock, Environ'd with a wilderness of sea; Who marks the waxing tide grow wave by wave, Expecting ever when some envious surge Will in his british bowels swallow him. This way to death my wretched sons are gone, Here stands my other son, a banish'd man, And here my brother, weeping at my woes; But that which gives my soul the greatest spurn, Is dear Lavinia, dearer than my soul.Had I but seen thy picture in this plight, It would have madded me; what shall I do Now I behold thy living body so? 8 Thou hast no hands to wipe away thy tears, Nor tongue to tell me who hath martyr'd thee: Thy husband he is dead; and for his death, Thy brothers are condemn'd, and dead by this. Look, Marcus; ah! son Lucius, look on her: When I did name her brothers, then fresh tears Stood on her cheeks, as doth the honey dew Upon a gather'd lily almost wither'd. [husband; Mar. Perchance, she weeps because they kill'd her Perchance, because she knows them innocent. Tit. If they did kill thy husband, then be joyful, Because the law hath ta'en revenge on them.No, no, they would not do so foul a deed; The river Nile.- Irremediable. Mar. But I will use it. Witness the sorrow that their sister makes.- Or make some sign how I may do thee ease. thine eyes. Tit. Ah, Marcus, Marcus! brother, well I wot, Thy napkin cannot drink a tear of mine, For thou, poor man, hast drown'd it with thine own. Luc. Ah, my Lavinia! I will wipe thy cheeks. Til. Mark, Marcus, mark! I understand her signs. Had she a tongue to speak, now would she say That to her brother which I said to thee: His napkin, with his true tears all bewet, Can do no service on her sorrowful cheeks. O! what a sympathy of woe is this; As far from help as limbo is from bliss. Enter AARON. Aar. Titus Andronicus, my lord the emperor Sends thee this word,-that, if thou love thy sons, Let Marcus, Lucius, or thyself, old Titus, Or any one of you, chop off your hand, And send it to the king: he for the same, Will send thee hither both thy sons alive, And that shall be the ransom for their fault. Tit. O, gracious emperor! O, gentle Aaron! That gives sweet tidings of the sun's uprise? Luc. Stay, father! for that noble hand of thine, [Rome, Aar. Nay, come agree, whose hand shall go along, Luc. Are meet for plucking up, and therefore mine. Luc. Sweet father, if I shall be thought thy son, Let me redeem my brothers both from death. Mar. And, for our father's sake, and mother's care, Now let me show a brother's love to thee. Tit. Agree between you; I will spare my hand. Luc. Then I'll go fetch an axe. Know. The "limbo" (Limbus patrum) of the schoolmen was supposed to be in the neighborhood of hell. [Exeunt LUCIUS and MARCUS. Tit. Come hither, Aaron; I'll deceive them both: Lend me thy hand, and I will give thee mine. Aar. If that be call'd deceit, I will be honest, And never, whilst I live, deceive men so:- 5 4 [Aside [He cuts off TITUS's Hand, with his Sword. 6 Re-enter LUCIUS with an Axe, and MARCUS. Tit. Now, stay your strife: what shall be, is de spatch'd. Good Aaron, give his majesty my hand: As for my sons, say, I account of them Aar. I go, Andronicus; and for thy hand, Tit. O! here I lift this one hand up to heaven, And bow this feeble ruin to the earth: If any power pities wretched tears, To that I call.-What! wilt thou kneel with me? [TO LAVINIA Do then, dear heart; for heaven shall hear our prayers, Or with our sighs we'll breathe the welkin dim, I am the sea; hark, how her sighs do blow! [Exit. Mar. Now, let hot Etna cool in Sicily, And be my heart an ever-burning hell! These miseries are more than may be borne. To weep with them that weep doth ease some deal, But sorrow flouted at is double death. 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