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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A59525	Titus Andronicus, or, The rape of Lavinia acted at the Theatre Royall : a tragedy, alter'd from Mr. Shakespears works / by Mr. Edw. Ravenscroft.	Ravenscroft, Edward, 1654?-1707.; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Titus Andronicus.	1687 (1687)	Wing S2949; ESTC R17448	41,406	66

Why I have not another tear to shed Nor have the Gods a mischief now in store Besides I have news Joyfull news for all I know the Authors of Lavinia's wrongs And hug my self with thoughts of dear revenge Taught by the practice of young Junius there See what Lavinia in the dust has writ Lucius What could she write when she has ne're a hand Jun. Oh father I can tell you how She took this Arrow held it in her mouth And with her handless Arms did guide it thus Marcus. Rape Chiron Demetrius reads They Lucius Accursed Goths Marcus. But who Kill'd Bassianus that who can tell Lucius She points again to those two Names Lavinia turns hastily and points to the Names on the ground Titus The same the same ye Everlasting Gods Revenge Revenge I cry aloud Revenge Marcus. Be calm Andronicus and yet I know There is enough written upon this Earth To stir a Mutiny in the mildest thoughts And raise Loud Clamours from the tongues of Infants Titus Whil'st this remains thus Legible I 'le get A Leaf of Brass and with a Pen of Steel Copy these words in lasting Characters And lay it by the angry Northern wind Will blow these Sands like Sibels Leaves abroad And where 's the Fatal Legend then Lucius I have them written on my Heart Marcus. And I. Junius I have them too by heart Marcus. But wilt thou not forget them Junius Never I warrant you Uncle Marcus. Wilt thou revenge 'em too Junius I when I am a man. But even now I 'le do what I can Marcus. That 's a good Boy My Lord Kneel down with me Lavinia Kneel And kneel sweet Youth the Roman Hector's Hope And swear with me with the same awfull fear The Father of that Chaste dishonour'd Dame Lord Junius Brutus swore for Lucrece Rape That we will prosecute Revenge upon the Trayterous Goths or Dye Titus Marcus is rouz'd let 's haste to Action now For these two Heads do seem to speak to me And bid that words shou'd not delay our Deeds Ye heavy Friends then Circle me about That I may turn me to each one of you And swear unto my soul as Marcus did Revenge shall wipe away our Injuries Or Death shall hide us from the worlds reproach Marcus. Lucius Junius It shall Titus The Vow is made come Brother take a Head And in this hand the other I will bear And Junius too share in this Ceremony Bring thou that hand and help thy handless Aunt Lucius for thee go get thee from my sight Thou art an Exile and thou must not stay Make haste my Son thou hast far to go Embrace and part for we have much to do Lucius Farewell Andronicus my Noble Father Lu. Embraces them all as they go out Man most distress'd that ever liv'd in Rome Marcus farewell the best of Tribunes here Farewell Lavinia too my helpless Sister Tho' wrong'd and wretched still to me as dear And Junius too my Little Boy farewell Thy Fathers hope and only Joy that 's left To all thy Friends and weeping Parents here And Rome farewell 'till Lucius comes again He loves his Pledges dearer then his Life From thee and these I turn my eyes away 'T is Killing grief to go and Death to stay Exit ACT V. SCENE I. Enter a Woman and her Husband a Goth the Man having a Black-a-more-Child in his Arms. Woman NOw give me the Child wait you without I see Company coming be gone the Moor must not see you Exit Man. Enter Chiron Demetrius O Princes you are undone disgrac't And Rome will shortly cast you forth with Scorn Dem. Woman wherefore dost thou exclaim What dost thou wrap and fumble in thy Arms Wom. O that which I would hide from Heavens Eye Our Empress Shame this Black and loathsome Child Of this in Secret she was deliver'd After your Royall Father dy'd The Moor Chi. The very Image of that Fiend Demet. Couple with a Moor How cam'st thou by the Child Or by what means did you the secret Learn Wom. O Sir he loves this black Imp above the World And when we were brought Captives unto Rome Order'd the Nurse where privately 't was kept To bring it after him She distemper'd with the Journey Sicken'd And dy'd this Morning With her latest breath She call'd me to her told me the Secret And bid me bear the Child to the Moor Who would reward me well but lest it shou'd Grow up to ruine you and the Empress And all the Goths Expose to Roman fury In Loyalty I bring it to you As both of you think fit to be dispos'd Enter Aron Here comes the Hell-bred Villain The father of this black and dismall Issue Moor do'st thou know this brat Aron Yes Princes be kind to 't 't is of kin to you Chi. Accursed Off-spring Dem. It shall not Live. Aron It shall not Princes for the love I bear to you and to the Empres it shall not Dem. Give it me my sword shall dispatch it Aron Aron takes the Child from the Woman Let no hand but mine do Execution On my flesh and blood Now it shall not dye Sooner this sword shall plough thy bowells up Say Murderous Villains will you kill your brother Now by the burning tapors of the Skye That shone so brightly when this Boy was got He dyes upon my Cymiters sharp point That touches this my first-born son and heir I tell you younglings not Enceladus With all his threatning band of Typhons brood Nor great Aleides nor the God of War Shall Seize this Prey out of his Fathers hands Dem. Would you toth ' Empress shame preserve a thing So foul and black Aron What what ye sanguine hollow-hearted Boys Ye gawdy blossoms checquer'd white and red See here is a gloss that will not sully Like your water colour'd complexions Which chance does fade and Sickness washes out I say that black is better then another hue In that it scorns to bear another hue For all the water in the Ocean Can never turn the Swans black legs to white Although she lave them hourly in the floud Princes in spight of you this shall live Chir. Wilt thou betray thy Mistress Aron My Mistress is my Mistress this my self The Vigour and the Picture of my Youth This before all the world I do prefer This maugre all the world will I keep safe Or some of you shall feel my vengeance Demet. I blush to think upon this Ignominy Aron Why there 's the Privilege your beauty bears Fie trecherous colour that betrays with blushing The close Enacts and Councells of the Heart Here 's a Young Lad fram'd of another Leer Look how the Black Slave smiles upon the Father As who would say Old Dad I am thine own He is your Brother Lords your Brother by the surer side Altho' my Seal be Stamped on his face Chir. By this the Empress will be Sham'd Ruin'd Scorn'd in Rome and dye by the Emperours rage Dem. Consider Aron what is best to do

Save thou the Childe so we may all be safe Aron Why so Young Lords when we joyn in League I am a Lamb but if you Brave the Moor The Chafed Bore the Mountain Lyoness The Ocean swells not so as Aron Storms Now fit we down and let us all consult All sit down upon the ground and the Moor at a distance with his Sword between My Son and I will have the winde of you Keep there now talk at leisure of your safety Dem. Aron none knows the Secret but this woman Aron How came she by that knowledge Dem. The Nurse this Morning dying to her care did give the Child told her the secret of its birth And bid her bring 't to you Aron Come hither Woman art thou a Goth Wom. Yes Aron Have you to none beside divulg'd the matter Wom. To no one Aron Thou wilt keep it secret still wilt thou Wom. To my dying day Aron Stabs the Woman she dyes all stands up Aron And so thou shall 't Chir. What mean'st thou Aron wherefore did'st thou this Aron I have Seal'd her Lips. Demet. She would have Nurs'd it for thee Aron I 'le trust no more tatling Nurses They must be prating even when they are dying Henceforth I 'le trust 'em with the Child but not the Secret. Chiron Now I 've Consider'd on 't 't was wisely done Aron Now to dispose this treasure in my Arms Come on you thick-lip'd Slave I 'le bear you hence I 'le make you feed on Berries and on Roots And Cabin in a Cave and bring you up Exit Aron with the Child To be a Warrior and command a Camp. Dem. Let 's draw the body aside to that dark passage Chir. This was the only sure way to Lay a Womans tongue Chi. Dem. dragging off the Woman Exeunt Enter Man. Man. Where is my Wife what makes her stay The Moor pass'd by me with the Child in 's Arms Ha! they have Murder'd her They are dragging her aside This the reward I 'le after Aron and be reveng'd Swift as the raging wind I 'le follow thee Enter Emperour Empress Tribunes the Emperour with Arrow in his hands with scrowls of Paper fix'd to ' em Emp. Tribunes what wrongs are these Was ever known An Emperour in Rome thus us'd Publiquely exclaim'd against call'd Tyrant If Titus or his Sons have suffer'd wrong Was it the Law or Emperour did that wrong Nothing has pass'd but what was done by Law Against the Sons of Old Andronicus Yet here he writes to Heaven for his redress See here 's to Iove and this to Mercury This to Apollo this to the God of War. Fine Scrowls to fly about the Streets of Rome What 's this but Libelling against the Senate As who wou'd say in Rome no Justice were But his feign'd Extasies shall not shelter him Both he and his shall know that Justice lives In Saturninus Reign Tamora My gracious Emperour my Saturnine Lord of my Life Commander of my Thoughts Calm thee and bear the saults of Titus Age The effects of sorrow for his Valiant Sons Rather pitty the poor Aged man Then be offended at these Injuries Titus offends you not his Frenzy may And these Plebeans these good honest men Will henceforth not blame you but Titus Madness Enter Senators with Papers which they give the Emperour Chiron Demetrius Emp. See here Libels against me in whole bundles Directed to each Senator in Rome Those on the points of Arrows were disperst These sent to every Tribunes habitation To incite Mutiny and raise Rebellion Shall I endure all this Go drag him round the City with wild Horses Nor Age nor Madness shall protect him now Tam. You Noble Tribunes Romes worthy Patrons I know your Love and pity for Andronicus He 's a good man and worthy your affections No man has serv'd his Country more then he Nor no man more oblig'd his Emperour Then doubt not he wants friends to intercede His merits plead much more then you can speak Go then and comfort him in his distress Except the Guilt of Bassianus death No Crime had reach'd the Lives of his two Sons In secret for their deaths my Lord does grieve Wishing they had been Innocent of the fact I see you burn with Zeal to do him Service But now the Emperour highly is incens'd And this is no fit time for intercession Leave me to pleade his cause I 'le watch the hour That proper'st is to move in his behalf His coolest hours when Love has calm'd his thoughts Go then appease the mind of good Old Titus With Sage advice recall his wandring sense And nothing then shall be too dear for him To ask or Romes great Emperour to Grant. All. Long live our gracious Empress Trib. Ple. Exeunt Empress See Emperour what flattery can do What secret Charms there are in well-tun'd words Unbend your brow then and dismiss your frown What need of anger whilst this art prevails Force oftner then a dissimulation fails Enter Chiron Demettius Diem Arm arm my Lord Rom never had more cause Plebeans to a numerous head are grown And Tribunes won by Marcus Elocution Joyn in Rebellion with the Multitude Emp. Who is the head the Leader of this faction Chir. Marcus is yet the busy man. Tam. That Talker Dem. The old Legions too by Titus late brought home Without the City make their Randevouze Within the People cry Revenge aloud Revenge for the wrong'd Titus and his flaughter'd Sons To them the Army Ecchoes with Loud shouts Long live Lucius Emperour of Rome Emp. Ay now begins the mischief to approach He is the darling of the Souldiers Him they did hope should be Romes Emperour When by the Senate to Andronicus Was given the Power to Nominate Tam. Still be your thoughts Imperious like your Name Is the Sun dimm'd 'cause gnats do fly in it The Eagle suffers little Birds to sing And is not carefull what they mean thereby Knowing that with the Shadow of his Wings He can at pleasure stint their Harmony Em. But who the harsh Musick of the Souldiers tongues Shall stop that cry aloud Revenge or who The Murmures of the giddy men of Rome Still Marcus to the people does declaim And Lucius to the Legions tells his wrongs Who shall their Voices still Tam. That will I. Titus Justice Revenge Revenge Titus without Emp Hear this Is this Musick or discord to your Ear Chir. It is the Voice of frantick Old Titus Deme. He presses to your Royal presence Titus Let me come give a Roman Liberty Tam. Oppose him not Enter Titus Titus Justice ye Gods Justice and Revenge Junius help me to find them Search narrowly my Boy Emp. What looks the Mad man for Titus I look for Justice but she is not here I have Search'd all Rome but cannot finde her Oh! now I think on 't Justice is fled from Earth She 's gone She 's flown fetch me a Net I will go found the Ocean for her I 'le drag the Sea perchance I may find