but with a barbarous Moore If soule desire had not conducted you Lauinia And being intercepted in your sport Great reason that my Noble Lord be rated For sausines I pray you let vs hence And let her ioy her Rauen culloured loue This valie fitâ—s the purpose passing well Bass. The King my brother shall haue notice of this Lauinia I for these slips haue made him noted long Good King to be so mightily abused Queene VVhy I haue patience to indure all this Enter Chiron and Demetrius Dâ—met How now deare soueraigne and our gratious Mother VVhy doth your highnes looke so pale and wan Queene Haue I not reason thinke you to looke pale These two haue ticed me hither to this place A barren detested vale you see it is The trees though summery yet forlorne and leane Ouercome with mosse and balefull misselto Here neuer shines the sunne here nothing breeds Vnlesse the nightly Owle or fatall Rauen And when they showd me this abhorred pit They told me here at dead time of the night A thousand feends a thousand hissing snakes Ten thousand swelling toades as manie vrchins VVould make such fearefull and confused cries As any mortall body hearing it Should strait fall mad or els die suddainely No sooner had they told this hellish tale Buâ— strait they told me they would binde me here Vnto the body of a dismall Ewghe And leaue me to this miserable death And then they calde me foule adulteresse Lauicious Goth and all the bitterestâ—tearmes That euer eare did heare to such effect And had you not by wondrous fortune come This vengeance on me had they executed Reuenge it as you loue your Mothers life Or be yee not hence forth cald my Children Demetrius This is a witnes that I am thy son stab him Chi And this for me struck home to shew my strength Lauinia I come Semeranis nay barbarous Tamora For no name fits thy nature but thy owne Tamora Giue me the poynard you shall know my boies Your Mothers hand shall right your Mothers wrong Demetrius Stay Madame here is more belongs to her First thrash the corne then after burne the straw This minion stood vpon her chastitie Vpon her Nuptiall vow her loyaltie And with that painted hope braues your mightenes And shall she carrie this vnto her graue Chiron And if she doe I would I were an Euenuke Drag hence her husband to some secret hole And make his dead trunke pillow to our lust Tamora But when yee haue the honie we desire Let not this waspe out liue vs both to sting Chiron I warrant you maddame we will make that sure Come Mistris now perforce we will enioy That nice preserued honestie of yours Lauinia Oh Tamora thou bearest a womans face Tamora I will not heare her speake awaie with her Lauinia Sweet Lords intreat her heare me but a word Demetrius Listen faire Maddame let it be your glory To see her teares but be your hart to them As vnrelenting Flint to drops of raine Lauinia VVhen did the Tigers young ones teach the dam Oh doe not learne her wrath she taught it thee The Milke thou suckst from her did turne to Marble Euen at thy teat thou hadst thy tyrranie Yet euerie Mother breeds not sonnes a like Doe thou intreat her shew a womans pittie Chiron VVhat wouldst thou haue me proue my selfe a bastard Lauinia T is true the Rauen doth not hatch a Larke Yet haue I hard Oh could I finde it now The Lion moued with pittie did indure To haue his Princelie pawes parde all away Some say that Rauens foster forlorne children The whilst their owne birds famish in their nests Oh be to me though thy hard hart say no Nothing so kinde but something pittiâ—ull Tamora I know not what it meanes away with her Lauinia Oh let me teach thee for my Fathers sake That gaue thee life when well he might haue slaine thee Be not obdurate open thy deafe yeares Tamora Hadst thou in person nere offended mee Euen for his sake am I pittilesse Remember boyes I powrd forth teares in vaine To saue your brotheâ— from the sacrifice But fearce Andronicus would not relent Therefore away with her and vse her as you will The worse to her the better lou'd of mee Lauinia Oh Tamora be calld a Gentle Queene And with thine owne hands kill me in this place For t is not life that I haue begd so long Poore I was slaine when Bascianus dide Tamora VVhat begst thou then fond woman let me goe Lauinia T is present death I beg and one thing more That woman-hood denies my tong to tell Oh keepe me from there worse than killing lust And tumble me into some lothsome pit VVhere neuer mans eye may behold my bodie Doe this and be a charitable murderer Tamora So should I rob my sweet sonnes of their fee No let them satisfiee their lust on thee Demetrius Away for thou hast staide vs here too long Lauinia No grace no womanhood ah beastly creature The blot and enemie to our generall name Confusion fall Chiron Nay then I le stop your mouth bring thou her husband This is the hole where Aron bid vs hide him Tamora Farewell my sons see that you make her sure Nere let my hart know merry cheare indeede Till all the Andronicie be made away Now will I hence to seeke my louely Moore And let my spleenfull sonnes this Trull defloure Enter Aron with two of Titus sonnes Come on my Lords the better foot before Straight will I bring you to the lothsome pit VVhere I espied the Panther fast a sleepe Quintus My sight is verie dull what ere it bodes Mart. And mine I promise you were it not for shame VVell could I leaue our sport to sleepe a while Quintus VVhat art thou fallen what subtill hole is this VVhose mouth is couered with rude growing briers Vpon whose leaues are drops of new shed blood As fresh as morning dew distild on flowers A verie fatall place it seemes to mee Speake brother hast thou hurt thee with the fall Martius Oh brother with the dismalst obiect hurt That euer eie with sight made hart lament Aron Now will I fetch the King to finde them here That he thereby may haue a likely gesse Exit How these were they that made away his brother Martius VVhy dost not comfort me and help me out From this vnhollow and blood stained hole Quintus I am surprised with an vncouth feare A chilling sweat oreruns my trembling ioynts My hart suspects more than mine eie can see Martius To proue thou hast a true diuining hart Aron and thou looke downe into this den And see a fearefull â—ight of blood and death Quintus Aron is gone and my compassionate hart Will not permit mine eyes once to behold The thing where at it trembles by furmise Oh tell me who it is for nere till now VVas I a child to feare I know not what Martius Lord Bassianus lies bereaud in blood All on a heape like
no seruice on her sorrowfull cheekesâ— Oh what a simpathie of woe is this As farre from helpe as â—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 Casâ—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 Mooreâ— 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 haâ—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 dispatchtâ— 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 â—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 Cyciliâ— 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 harâ— 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 silueâ— 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 themâ— 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 Exâ—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
to a slaughtered Lambe In this detested darke blood drinking pit Quintus If it be darke how dost thou know t is hee Martius Vpon his bloody finger he doth weare A pretious ring that lightens all this hole VVhich like a tapeâ— in some monument Doth shine vpon the dead mans earthy cheekes And shewes the ragged intrals of this pit So pale did shine the Moone on Prâ—amus VVhen he by night lay bathd in Maiden blood O Brother help me with thy fainting hand If fearâ— hath made thee faint as me it hath Out of this fell deuouring receptacle As hatefull as Ocitus mistie mouth Quint. Reach me thy hand that I may helpe thee ouâ— Or wanting strength to doe thee so much good I may be pluckt into the swallowing wombe Of this deepe pit poore Bassianus graue I haue no strength to plucke thee to the brinck Martius Nor I no strength to clime without thy help Quint. Thy hand once more I will not loose againe Till thou art here a loft or I belowe Thou canst not come to me I come to thee Enter the Emperour and Aron the Moore Saturninus Along with me I le see what hole is here And what he is that now is leapt into it Say who art thou that lately didst descend Into this gaping hollow of the earth Martius The vâ—happie sonnes of old Andronicus Brought hither in a most vnluckie houre To finde thy brother Bassianus dead Saturninus My brother dead I know thou doâ—t but iest He and his Ladie both are at the lodge Vpon the north side of this pleâ—sant chase T is not an houre since I left them there Mart. VVe know not where you left them all a liue But out alas here haue we found him dead Enter Tamora Andronicus and Lucius Tamora VVhere is my Lord the King King Here Tamora though griâ—de with killing griefe Tamora VVhere is thy brother Bassianus King Now to the bottome dost thou search my wound Poore Bassianus here lies murthered Tamora Then all too late I bâ—ing this fatall writ The complot of this timelesse Tragedie And wonder greatly that mans face can fold In pleasing smiles such murderous tyrranie She giueth Saturnine a letter Saturninus reads the letter And if wee misse to meete him handsomelie Sweet huntsman Bassianus t is we meane Doe thou so much as dig the graue for him Thou knowst our meaning looke for thy reward Among the Nettlâ—s at the Elder tree Which ouer shades the mouth of that same pit Where we decreed to burie Bassianus Doe this and purchase vs thy lasting friends King Oh Tamora was euer heard the like This is the pit and this the Elder tree Looke Sirs if you can fiâ—de the huntsman out That should haue murthered Bassianus here Aron My gratious Lord here is the bag of gold King Two of thy whelps fell â—urs of bloody kinde Haue here bereft my brother of his life Sirs drag them from the pit vnto the prison There let them bide vntill we haue deuisd Some neuer hard of tortering paine for them Tam. VVhat are they in this pit Oh wondrous thing How easily murder is discouered Titus High Emperour vpon my feeble knee I beg this boone with teares not lightly shed That this fell fault of my accursed sonnes Accursed if the faults be proud in them King If it be proude you see it is apparant Who found this letter Tamora was it you Tamora Andronicus himselfe did take it vp Titus I did my Lord yet let me be their baile For by my Fathers reuerent toombe I vowe They shall be ready at your highnes will To answere their suspition with their liues King Thou shalt not baile them see thou follow me Some bring the murthered body some the murtherers Let them not speake a word the guilt is plaine For by my soule were there worse end than death That end vpon them should be executed Tamora Andronicus I will intreat the King Feare not thy sonnes they shall doe well enough Titus Come Lucius come stay not to talke with themâ— Enter the Empresse sonnes with Lauinia her handes cut off and her tongue cut out rauisht Deme. So now go tell and if thy tongue can speake VVho t was that â—ut thy tongue and rauisht thee Chi. VVrite downe thy minde bewray thy meaning so And if thy stumpes will let thee play the scribe Deme. See how with signes and tokens she can scrowleâ— Chi. Goe home call for sweet water wash thy hands Demet. She hath no tongue to call nor hands to wash ' And so le ts leaue her to her silent walkes Chi. And t were my cause I should goe hang my selfe Dmet If thou hadst hands to helpe thee knit the cordeâ— Exeunt Enter Marcus from hunting VVho is this my Neece that flies away so fast Cosen a word where is your husband If I doe dreame would all my wealth would wake me If I doe wake some Plannet strike me downe That I may slumber an eternall sleepe Speake gentle Neece what sterne vngentle hands Hath lopt and hewde and made thy body bare Of her two branches those sweet Ornaments VVhose cyrcling shadowes Kings haue sought to sleepe in And might not gaine so great a happines As halfe thy loue VVhy dost not speake to me Alas a crimson Riuer of warme blood Like to a bubling Fountaine stirde with winde Doth rise and fall betweene thy Rosed lips Comming and going with thy honie breath But sure some Tereus hath deflowred thee And lest thou shouldst detect them cut thy tongue Ah now thou turnst awaie thy face for shame And notwithstanding all this losse of blood As from a Conduit with their issuing spouts Yeâ— doe thy cheekes looke red as Titans face Bâ—ushing to be encountred with a Clowdeâ— Shall I speake for thee shall I say t is so Oh that I knew thy hart and knew the beast That I might raile at him to ease my minde Sorrow concealed like an Ouen stoppt Doth burne the hart to cinders where it is Faire Philomela why she but lost her tongue And in a tedious sampler sowed her minde But louely Neece that meane is cut from thee A crafâ—ier Tereus Cosen hast thou met And he hath cut those prettie fingers off That could haue better sowed than Philomel Oh had the mâ—nster seene those Lillie hands Tremble like aspen leaues vpon a Lute And make the silken strings delight to kisse them He would not then haue tucht them for his life Or had he heard the heauenly Harmonie VVhich that sweete tongue hath madeâ— He would haue dropt his knife and fell a sleepe As Cerberus at the Thracian Poets feete Come leâ— vs goe and make thy fâ—ther blind For such a sight will blind a fathers eie One houres storme will drowne the fragrant meades VVhat will whole moâ—ths of teares thy fathers eies Doe not drawe backe for we will mourne with thee Oh could our mourning ease thy miserie Exeunt Enter the Iudges and Senatours with Titus twâ— sonnes bound paâ—sing on the Stage
to the place of execution and Titus going before pleading Titus Heare me graue Fathers Noble Tribunes stay For pittie of mine age whose youth was spent In dangerous warres whiâ—st you securelie slept For all my blood in Roomes great quarrell shed For all the frostie nights that I haue watcht And for these bitter teares which now you see Filling the aged wrincles in my cheeks Be pittifull to my condemned sonnes VVhose soules is not corrupted as t is thought For two and twentie sonnes I neuer wept Because they died in honours loftie bed Andronicus lieth downe and the Iudges passe by himâ— For these Tribunes in the dust I write My harts deepe languor and my soules sad teares Let my teares staunch the earths drie appetite My sonnes sweete blood will make it shame and blush O earth I will be friend thee more with raine That shall distill from these two auntient ruines Than youthfull Aprill shall with all his showres In summeâ—s drought I le drop vpon thee still In winâ—er with warme teares I le melt the snow And keepe eternall â—pring time out hy face So thou refuse to drinke my deare sonnes blood Enter Lucius with his weapon drawne Oh reuerent Tribunes Oh gentle aged men Vnbinde my sonnes reuerse the doome of death And let me say that neuer wept before My teares are now preuailing Oratours Lucius Oh Noble Father you lament in vaine The Tribunes heare you not no man is by And you recount your sorrowes to a stone Titus Ah Lucius for thy brothers let me plead â—raâ—e Tribunes once more I intreat of you Lucius My gratious Lord no Tribune heares you speak Titus VVhy t is no matter man if they did heare They would not marke me if they did marke They would not pittie me yet pleade I must And bootlesse vnto them Therefore I tell my sorrowes to the stones who though they cannot answere my distresse Yet in some sort they are better than the Tribunes â— For that they will not intercept my tale when I doe weepe they humblie at my feete Receiue my teares and seeme to weepe with me And were they but attired in graue weeds Rome could afford no Tribunes like to these A stone is soft as waxe Tribunes more hard than stones A stone is silent and offendeth not And Tribunes with their tongues doome men to death But wherefore standst thou with thy weapon drawne Luciusâ— To rescue my two brothers from their death For which attempt the Iudges â—aue pronounâ—st My euerlasting doome of banishment Titus O happie man they haue befriended thâ—e why foolish Lucius dost thou not perceiue That Rome is but a wildernes of tygers Tygers muâ—t pray and Rome affords no pray But me and mine how happie art thou then From these deuourers to be banished But who comes with our brother Marcus here Enter Maâ—cus with Lauinia Marcus Titus prepare thy aged eies to weepe Or if not so thy Noble hart to breake I bring consuming sorrow to thine age Titus will it consume mee Let me see it then Marcus This was thy Daughter Titus why Marcus so shee is Lucius Ay mee this Obiect kils mee Titus Faint-harted-boy arise and looke vpon her Speake Lauinea what accursed hand Hath made thee handles in thy fathers sight what foole hath added water to the sea Or brought a faggot to bright burning Troy My griefe was at the height before thou camst And now like Nylus it disdaineth bounds Giue me a sword I le choppe off my hands too For they haue fought for Rome and all in vaine And they haue nurst this woe in feeding life In bootlesse praier haue they beene held vp And they haue serude me to effectles vse Now all the seruice I require of them Is that the one will helpe to cut the other T is well Lauinia that thou hast no hands For hands to doe Rome seruice is but vaine Lucius Speake gentle sister who hath martred thee Marcus Oh that delightfull engine of her thoughts That blabd them with such pleasing eloquence Is torne from forth that prettie hollow cage VVâ—ere like a sweete mellodious bird it sung Sweete varied notes inchaunting euerie eare Lucius Oh say thou for her who hath done this deed Marcus Oh thus I found her straying in the Parke Seeking to hide her selfe as doth the Deare That hath receaude some vnrecuring wound Titus It was my Deare and he that wounded her Hath hurt me more than had he kild me dead For now I stand as one vpon a rocke Inuirond with a wildernes of sea VVho markes the waxing tide grow waue by waue Expecting euer when some enuious surge VVill in his brinish bowels swallow him This way to death my wretched sonnes are gone Here stands my other sonne a banisht man And here my brother weeping at my woes But that which giues my â—oule the greatest spurne Is deare Lauinia dearer than my soule Had I but seene thy picture in this plight It would haue madded me what shall I doo Now I behold thy liuelie bodie so Thou hast no hands to wipe away thy teares Nor tongue to tell me who hath martred thee Thy husband he is dead and for his death Thy brothers are condemnde and dead by this Looke Marcus Ah sonne Lucius looke on her VVhen I did name her brothers then fresh teares Stood on her cheeks as doth the honie dew Vpon a gathred Lillie almost withered Marcus Perchance shee weepes because they kild her husband Perchance because shee knowes them innocent Titus If they did kill thy husband then be ioyfull Because the Law hath tâ—ne reuenge on them No no they would not doo so fowle a deede VVitnes the sorrow that their sister makes Gentle Lauinia let me kisse thy lips Or make some signe how I may doe thee ease Shall thy good Vncle and thy brother Lucius And thou and I sit round about some Fountaine Looking all downewards to behold our cheekes How they are staind like meadowes yet not drie VVith mierie slime left on them by a flood And in the fountaine shall wee gaze so long Till the fresh tast be taken from that clearenes And made a brine pit with our bitter teares Or shall we cut away our hands like thine Or shall we bite our tongues and in dumbe showes Passe the remainder of our hatefull daies VVhat shall we doe Let vs that haue our tongues Plot some deuise of further miserie To make vs wonderd at in time to come Lucius Sweete father cease your teares for at your grieâ— See how my wretched â—ister sobs and weepes Marcus Patience deare niece good Titus dry thine eies Titus Ah Marcus Marcus Brother well I wote Thy napkin cannot drinke a teare of mine For thou poore man hast drownd it with thine owne Lucius Ah my Lauinia I will wipe thy cheekes Titus Marke Marcus marke I vnderstand her signes Had shee a tongue to speake now would shee say That to her Brother which I said to thee His napking with her true teares all beweâ— Can doe
my selfe vnkindely banished The gates shut on me and turnd weeping out To beg reliefe among Romes enemies VVho drownd their enmetie in my true teares And opt their armes to imbrace me as a friend I am the turned forth be it knowne to you That haue preserude her welfare in my blood And from her bosome tooke the enemies point Sheathing the steele in my aduentrous body Alas you know I am no vaunter I My scars can witnes dumb although they are That my report is iust and full of truth But soft me thinkes I doe digresse too much Cyting my worthles praise Oh pardon me For when no friends are by men praise themselues Marcus Now is my turne to speake behold the child Of this was Tamora deliuered The issue of an irreligious Moore Chiefe architect and plotter of these woes The villaine is aliue in Titus house And as he is to witnes this is true Now iudge what course had Titus to reuenge These wrongs vnspeakeable past patience Or more than any liuing man could beare Now haue you heard the truth what say you Romainesâ— Haue we done ought amisse shew vs wherein And from the place where you behold vs pleading The poore remainder of Andronicie VVill hand in hand all headlong hurle our selues And on the ragged stones beat forth our soules And make a mutuall closure of our house Speake Romans speake and if you say wee Shall Lo hand in hand Lucius and I will fall Emillius Come come thou reuerent man of Rome And bring our Emperour gently in thy hand Lucius our Emperour for well I know The common voice doe cry it shall be so Marcus Lucius all haile Romes royall Emperourâ— Goe goe into old Titus sorrowfull house And hither hale that misbelieuing Moore To be adiudge some dyrefull slaughtring death As punishment for his most wicked life Lucius all haile Romes gratious gouernour Lucius Thankes gentle Romanes may I gouerne so To heale Romes harmes and wipe away her woe But gentle people giue me ayme a while For nature puts me to a heauie taske Stand all a looâ—e but vnckle draw you neare To shed obsequious teares vpon this trunke Oh take this warme kisse on thy pale cold lips These sorrowfull drops vpon thy blood slaine face The last true duties of thy noble sonne Marcus Teare for teare and louing kisse for kisse Thy brother Marcus tenders on thy lips Oh were the summe of these that I should pay Countlesse and infinite yet would I pay them Lucius Come hither boy come come and learne of vs To melt in showers thy Grandsire lou'd thee well Many a time hee daunst thee on his knee Song thee a sleepe his louing brest thy pillow Many a storie hath he told to thee And bid thee bare his prettie tales in minde And talke of them when he was dead and gone Marcus How manie thousand times hath these poore lips VVhen they were liuing warmd themselues on thine Oh now sweete boy giue them their latest kisse Bid him farewell commit him to the graue Doe them that kindnes and take leaue of them Puer Oh Grandfire Grandsire eu'n with all my hart VVould I were dead so you did liue againe O Lord I cannot speake to him for weeping My teares will choacke me if I ope my mouth Romane You sad Andronicie haue done with woes Giue sentence on this execrable wretch That hath bin breeder of these dyre eâ—ents Lucius Set him brest deepe in earth and famish him There let him stand and raue and crie for foode If any one releeues or pitties him For the offence he dies this is our doome Some stay to see him fastned in the earth Aron Ah why should wrath be mute and furie dumb I am no babie I that with base prayers I should repent the euils I haue done Ten thousand worse than euer yet I did VVould I performe if I might haue my will If one good deed in all my life I did I doe repent it from my verie soule Lu. Some louing friends conuay the Emperour hence And giue him buriall in his fathers graue My Father and Lauinia shall forthwith Be closed in our housholds monument As for that rauinous tiger Tamora No funerall right nor man in mourning weede No mournefull bell shall ring her buriall But throw her forth to beasts and birds to pray Her life was beastlie and deuoide of pittie And being dead let birds on her take pittie Exeunt Finis the Tragedie of Titus Andronicus