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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

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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 tape● 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 Pr●amus VVhen he by night lay bathd in Maiden blood O Brother help me with thy fainting hand If fear● 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 ou● 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 v●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 do●t but iest He and his Ladie both are at the lodge Vpon the north side of this ple●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 gri●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 b●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 Nettl●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 fi●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 ●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 them● 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 ●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 scrowle● 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 corde● 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 Ye● doe thy cheekes looke red as Titans face B●ushing to be encountred with a Clowde● 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 craf●ier Tereus Cosen hast thou met And he hath cut those prettie fingers off That could haue better sowed than Philomel Oh had the m●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 made● He would haue dropt his knife and fell a sleepe As Cerberus at the Thracian Poets feete Come le● vs goe and make thy f●ther blind For such a sight will blind a fathers eie One houres storme will drowne the fragrant meades VVhat will whole mo●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 tw● sonnes bound pa●sing on the Stage
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 fit●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 D●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 Bu● 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 bitterest●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 pitti●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 brothe● 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 ●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 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