SCENE IÍ. A Room in Titus's Houfe. A banquet set out. Enter TITUS, MARCUS, LAVINÍA, and young LUCIUS, a boy. Tit. So, fo; now fit: and look, you eat no more With folded arms. This poor right hand of mine And when my heart, all mad with misery, 'Then thus I thump it down. Thou map of woe, that thus doft talk in figns! [TO LAVINIA, May run into that fink, and soaking in, Mar. Fye, brother, fye! teach her not thus to lay Such violent hands upon her tender life. Tit. How now! has forrow made thee dote already? Why, Marcus, no man should be mad but I. What violent hands can fhe lay on her life? Ah, Ah, wherefore doft thou urge the name of hands;— How Troy was burnt, and he made miserable? If Marcus did not name the word of hands!- She fays, the drinks no other drink but tears, As begging hermits in their holy prayers: Thou shalt not figh, nor hold thy stumps to heaven, And, by ftill practice, learn to know thy meaning. Mar. Alas, the tender boy, in paffion mov'd, Doth weep to see his grandfire's heaviness. Tit. Peace, tender fapling; thou art made of tears, And tears will quickly melt thy life away. [MARCUS ftrikes the dish with a knife. Becomes not Titus' brother; Get thee gone; Mar. Mar. Alas, my lord, I have but kill'd a fly. Tit. But how, if that fly had a father and mother? How would he hang his slender gilded wings, And buz lamenting doings in the air? Poor harmless fly! That with his pretty buzzing melody, Came here to make us merry; and thou haft kill'd him. Then pardon me for reprehending thee, Yet I do think we are not brought fo low, That comes in likeness of a coal-black Moor. Mar. Alas, poor man! grief has fo wrought on him, He takes false fhadows for true fubftances. Tit. Come, take away.-Lavinia, go with me: [Exeunt. ACT Enter TITUS and MARCUS. Then enter young LUCIUS, LAVINIA running after him. Boy. Help, grandfire, help! my aunt Lavinia Follows me every where, I know not why ;Good uncle Marcus, fee how fwift fhe comes! Alas, fweet aunt, I know not what you mean. Mar. Stand by me, Lucius; do not fear thine aunt. Canft thou not guess wherefore the plies thee thus ? Loves me as dear as e'er my mother did, And would not, but in fury, fright my youth: Caufelefs, perhaps : But pardon me, sweet aunt : I will most willingly attend your ladyship. [LAVINIA turns over the books which LUCIUS bas let fall. Tit. How now, Lavinia ?-Marcus, what means this? Some book there is that the defires to fee: Which is it, girl, of thefe ?-Open them, boy.- Mar. I think, fhe means, that there was more than one Confederate in the fact ;-Ay, more there was :— Mar. For love of her that's gone, Perhaps the cull'd it from among the rest. Tit. Soft! fee, how busily she turns the leaves ! What would she find?-Lavinia, shall I read? And treats of Tereus' treason, and his rape; And rape, I fear, was root of thine annoy. Mar. See, brother, fee; note, how the quotes the leaves. Tit. Lavinia, wert thou thus furpriz'd, sweet girl, Ravish'd, and wrong'd, as Philomela was, Forc'd in the ruthlefs, vaft, and gloomy woods ?— See, |