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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A12017	The most lamentable Romaine tragedie of Titus Andronicus As it was plaide by the right honourable the Earle of Darbie, Earl of Pembrooke, and Earl of Sussex their seruants.; Titus Andronicus	Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.	1594 (1594)	STC 22328; ESTC S106004	41,360	80

no seruice on her sorrowfull cheekes● Oh what a simpathie of woe is this As farre from helpe as ●ymbo is from blisse Enter Aron the Moore alone Moore Titus Andronicus My Lord the Emperour Sends thee this word that if thou loue thy sonnes Let Marcus Lucius or thy selfe olde 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 sonnes aliue And that shall be the raunsome for their fault Titus Oh gratious Emperour Oh gentle Aron Did euer Rauen sing so like a Larke That giues sweete tidings of the Sunnes vprise VVith all my hart I le send the Emperour my hand Good Aron wilt thou helpe to chop it off Lucius Stay father for that Noble hand of thine That hath throwne downe so many enemies Shall not be sent my hand will serue the turne My youth can better spare my bloud than you And therefore mine shall saue my brothers liues Marcus which of your hands hath not defended Rome And reard aloft the bloudie Battleaxe wrighting destruction on the enemies Cas●le Oh none of both but are of high desert My hand hath beene but idle let it serue To raunsome my two Nephews from their death Then haue I kept it to a worthie ende Moore● Nay come agree whose hand shall goe along For feare they die before their pardon come Marcus My hand shall goe Lucius By heauen it shall not goe Titus Sirs striue no more such withred hearbs as these Are meete for plucking vp and therefore mine Lucius Sweete father if I shall be thought thy sonne Let me redeeme my brothers both from death Marcus And for our fathers sake and mothers care Now let me show a brothers loue to thee Titus Agree betweene you I will spare my hand Lucius Then I le goe fetch an Axe Marcus But I will vse the Axe Exeunt Titus Come hither Aron I le deceiue them both Lend me thy ha●d and I will giue thee mine Moore If that be calde deceit I will be honest And neuer whilst I liue deceiue men so But I le deceiue you in another sort And that you le say ere halfe an houre passe He cuts off Titus hand Enter Lucius and Marcus againe Titus Now stay your strife what shall be is dispatcht● Good Aron giue his Maiestie my hand Tell him it was a hand that warded him From thousand dangers bid him burie it More hath it merited that let it haue As for my sonnes say I account of them As iewels purchasde at an easie price And yet deare too because I bought mine owne Aron I goe Andronicus and for thy hand Looke by and by to haue thy sonnes with thee Their heads I meane Oh how this villanie Doth fat me with the verie thoughts of it Let ●ooles doe good and faire men call for grace Aron will haue his soule blacke like his face Exit Titus Oh here I lift this one hand vp to heauen And bow this feeble ruine to the earth If any power pitties wretched teares To that I call what wouldst thou kneele with mee Doe then deare hart for heauen shall heare our praiers Or with our sighs we le breath the welkin dimme And staine the sunne with fogge as sometime clowds VVhen they doe hug him in their melting bosomes Marcus Oh Brother speake with possibilitie And doe not breake into these deepe extreames Titus Is not my sorrow deepe hauing no bottome Then be my passions bottomlesse with them Marcus But yet let reason gouerne thy lament Titus If there were reason for these miseries Then into limits could I binde my woes VVhen heauen doth weepe doth not the earth oreflow If the winds rage doth not the sea waxe mad Threatning the welkin with his bigswolne face And wilt thou haue a reason for this coile I am the sea Harke how her sighs doth flow Shee is the weeping welkin I the earth Then must my sea be mooued with her sighs Then must my earth with her continuall teares Become a deluge ouerflowed and drownd For why my bowels cannot hide her woes But like a drunkard must I vomit them Then giue me leaue for loosers will haue leaue To ease their stomacks with their bitter tongues Enter a messenger with two heads and a hand Messenger VVorthy Andronicus ill art thou repaid For that good hand thou sentst the Emperour Here are the heads of thy two Noble sonnes And here 's thy hand in scorne to thee sent backe Thy griefe their sports Thy resolution mockt That woe is me to thinke vpon thy woes More than remembrance of my fathers death Marcus Now let hote AEtna coole in Cycili● And be my hart an euerburning hell These miseries are more than may be borne To weepe with them that weepe doth ease some deale But sorrow flowted at is double death Lucius Ah that this sight should make so deepe a wound And yet detested life not shrinke thereat That euer death should let life beare his name VVhere life hath no more interest but to breath Marcus Alas poore har● that kisse is comfortlesse As frozen water to a starued snake Titus VVhen will this fearefull slumber haue an end Mar. Now farewell flattrie die Andronicus Thou dost not slumber see thy two sonnes heads Thy warlike hand thy mangled Daughter heere Thy other banisht sonne with this deere sight Strucke pale and bloodlesse and thy brother I Euen like a stony image cold and numme Ah now no more will I controwle thy greefes Rent off thy silue● haire thy other hand Gnawing with thy teeth and be this dismall sight The closing vp of our most wretched eies Now is a time to storme why art thou still Titus Ha ha ha M. VVhy dost thou laugh It fits not with this houre Titus VVhy I haue not another teare to shed Besides this sorrow is an enemie And would vsurpe vpon my watrie eies And make them blinde with tributarie teares Then which way shall I find Reuenges Caue For these two heads doe seeme to speake to mee And threat me I shall neuer come to blisse Till all these mischiefes be returnd againe Euen in their throats that hath commited them● Come let me see what taske I haue to doe You heauie people cirkle me about That I may turne mee to each one of you And sweare vnto my soule to right your wrongs The vow is made Come brother take a head And in this hand the other will I beare And Lauinia thou shalt be imployde in these Armes Beare thou my hand sweet wench betweene thy teeth As for thee boy goe get thee from my sight Thou art an Exile and thou must not stay Hie to the Gothes and raise an armie there And if yee loue me as I thinke you doe Le ts kisse and part for we haue much to doe Ex●unt Lucius Farewell Andronicus my Noble Father The woefulst man that euer liude in Rome Farewell proud Rome till Lucius come againe He loues his pledges dearer than his life Farewell

Villaine peace euen thus he rates the babe For I must beare thee to a trustie Goth VVho when he knowes thou art the Empresse babe VVill hold thee dearely for thy mothers sake VVith this my weapon drawen I rusht vpon him Surprisde him suddainely and brought him hither To vse as you thinke needefull of the man Lucius Oh worthie Goth this is the incarnate diuell That robd Andronicus of his good hand This is the Pearle that pleasd your Empresse eye And her 's the base fruit of her burning lust Say wall-eyd slaue whither wouldst thou conuay This growing image of thy f●endlike face VVhy doo●t not speake what deafe not a word A halter Souldiers hang him on this tree And by his side his fruite of Bastardie Aron Touch not the boy he is of Roiall bloud Luc. Too like the sier for euer being good First hang the child that he may see it sprall A sight to vex the fathers soule withall Aron Get me a ladder Lucius saue the child And beare it from me to the Empresse If thou do this I le shew thee wondrous things That highly may aduantage thee to heare If thou wilt not befall what may befall I le speake no more but vengeance rotte you all Lucius Say on and if it please me which thou speakst● Thy child shall liue and I will see it nourisht Aron And if it please thee why assure thee Lucius T will vexe thy soule to heare what I shall speake For I must talke of murthers rapes and massakers Acts of black night abhominable deeds Complots of mischiefe treason villanies Ruthfull to heare yet pitteously performde And this shall all be buried in my death Vnlesse thou sweare to me my child shall liue Lucius Tell on thy minde I say thy child shall liue Aron Sweare that he shall and then I will begin Luci. VVho should I sweare by thou beleeuest no God That graunted how canst thou beleeue an oath Aron VVhat if I doe not as indeed I do not Yet for I know thou art religious And hast a thing within thee called conscience VVith twenty popish tricks and ceremonies VVhich I haue seene thee carefull to obserue Therefore I vrge thy oath for that I know An ideot holds his bauble for a God And keepes the oath which by that God he sweares To that I le vrge him therefore thou shalt vow By that same God what God so ere it be That thou adorest and hast in reuerence To saue my boy to nourish and bring him vp Or else I will discouer nought to thee Lucius Euen by my God I sweare to thee I will Aron First know thou I begot him on the Empresse Lucius Oh most insatiate and luxurious woman Aron ●ut Lucius this was but a deed of charitie To that which thou shalt heare of me anon T was her two sonnes that murdered Bassianus They cut thy Sisters tongue and rauisht her And cut her hands and trimd her as thou sawest Luc. Oh detestable villaine callst thou that trimming Aron VVhy she was washt and cut and trimd And t was trim sport for them which had the doing of it Luc. Oh barberous beastlie villaines like thy selfe Aron Indeed I was their tutor to instruct them That codding spirit had they from their mother As sure a card as euer wonne the set That bloodie minde I thinke they learnd of me As true a Dog as euer fought at head VVell let my deeds be witnes of my worth I traind thy brethren to that guilefull hole where the dead corpes of Bassianus laie I wrote the letter that thy Father found And hid the gold within that letter mentioned Confederate with the Queene and her two sonnes And what not done that thou hast cause to ●ue wherein I had no stroke of mischiefe in it I plaid the cheater for thy fathers hand And when I had it drew my selfe a part And almost broke my hart with extreame laughter I pried me through the creuice of a wall when for his hand he had his two sonnes heads Beheld his teares and laught so hartelie That both mine eyes were raynie like to his And when I tolde the Empresse of this sport Shee sounded almost at my pleasing tale And for my tidings gaue me twentie kisses Goth. VVhat canst thou say all this and neuer blush● Aron I like a blacke Dog as the saying is● Lucius Art thou not sorrie for these hainous deeds Aron I that I had not done a thousand more Euen now I curse the day and yet I thinke Fewe come● within the compasse of my curse wherein I did not some notorious ill As kill a man or els deuise his death Rauish a maide or plot the waie to doe it Accuse some innocent and forsweare my selfe Set deadly enmitie betweene two friends Make poore mens cattle breake their necks Set fire on● barnes and haystalks in the night And bid the owners quench them with their teares Oft haue I digd vp dead men from their graues And set them vpright at their deare friends dore Euen when their sorrowes almost was forgot And on their skinnes as on the barke of trees Haue with my knife carued in Romaine letters Let not your sorrow die though I am dead But I haue done a thousand dreadfull things As willingly as one would kill a flie And nothing grieues me hartelie indeede But that I cannot doe ten thousand more Lucius Bring downe the Diuell for he must not die So sweet a death as hanging presently Aron If there be Diuels would I were a Diuel To liue and burne in euerlasting fire So I might haue your companie in hell But to torment you with my bitter tongue Luci. Sirs stop his mouth and let him speake no more Enter Emillius Goth. My Lord there is a messenger from Rome Desiers to be admitted to your presen●e Lucius Let him come nere VVelcome Emillius what 's the newes from Rome Emil. Lord Lucius and you Princes of the Gothes The Romaine Emperour greets you all by me And for he vnderstands you are in A●mes He craues a Parley at your fathers house VVilling you to demaund your hostages And they shall be immediatly deliuered Goth. VVhat saies our Generall Luci. Emillius let the Emperour giue his pledges Vnto my Father and my Vnkle Marcus And we will come march away Enter Tamora and her two sonnes disguised Tamora Thus in this strange and sad habilliament I will encounter with Andronicus And say I am reuenge sent from belowe To ioyne with him and right his hamous wrongs Knocke at his studie where they say he keepes To ruminate strange plots of diere reuenge Tell him reuenge is come to ioyne with him And worke confusion on his enemies They knocke and Titus opens his studie d●ore Titus VVho doth molest my contemplation Is it your tricke to make me ope the dore That so my saddecrees may flie away And all my studie be to no effect You are deceiude for what I meane to doe See here in bloodie lines I haue set