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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

them not speak a word Is he sure bound looke that you bind them fast Enter Titus Andronicus with a knife and Lauinia with a Bason Titus Come come Lauinia looke thy foes are bound Sirs stop their mouthes let them not speake to me But let them heare what ●earefull words I vtter Oh villaines Chiron and D●metrius Here stands the spring whome you haue staind with mud T●is goodly sommer with your winter mixt You kild her husband and for that vild fault Two of her brothers were condemnd to death My hand cut off and made a merrie iest Both her sweete hands hir tongue and that more deare Than hands or tongue her spotlesse chastitie Inhumame traitors you constraind and forst VVhat would you say if I should let you speake Villaines for shame you could not beg for grace Harke wretches how I meane to marter you This one hand yet is left to cut your throats VVhiles that Lauinia tweene her stumps doth hold The bason that receaues your guiltie blood You know your Mother meanes to feast with me And calles herselfe Reuenge and thinks me mad Harke villaines I will grinde your bones to dust And with your blood and it I le make a paste And of the paste a coffen I will reare And make two pasties of your shamefull heades And bid that strumpet your vnhallowed Dam Like to the earth swallow her owne increase This is the feast that I haue bid her too And this the banket she shall surfet on For worse than Philomell you vsde my daughter And worse than Progne I will be reuengd And now prepare your throats Lauinia come Receaue the blood and when that they are dead Let me goe grinde their bones to powder small And with this hatefull liquour temper it And in that paste let their vile heades be bakt Come come be euerie one officius To make this banket which I wish may proue More sterne and bloodie than the Centaurs feast He cuts their throats So now bring them in for I le play the Cooke And see them readie against their Mother comes Exeunt Enter Lucius Marcus and the Gothes Lucius Vnckle Marcus since t is my Fathers minde That I repaire to Rome I am content Got. And ours with thine befall what Fortune will Luci. Good Vnckle take you in this barberous Moore This rauenous tiger this accursed diuell Let him receaue no sus●na●ce fetter him Till he be brought vnto the Empresse face For testemonie of her foule proceedings And see the Ambush of our friends be strong I feare the Emperour meanes no good to vs. Moore Some diuell whisper curses in my eare And prompt me that my tongue may vtter forth The venemous mallice of my swelling hart Lucius Away inhumane dogge vnhallowed slaue Sirs help our vnckle to conuay him in The trumpets shewe the Emperour is at hand Sound Trumpets Enter Emperour and Empresse with Tribunes and others King VVhat hath the firmament mo sunnes than one Lucius VVhat boots it thee to call thy selfe a sunne Mar. Romes Emperour and Nephew break the Parle These quarrels must be quietly debated The feast is ready which the carefull Titus Hath ordainde to an honorable end For peace for loue for league and good to Rome Please you therefore draw ni● and take your places King Marcus we will Trumpets sounding Enter Titus like a Cooke placing the dishes and Lauinia with a vaile ouer her face Titus VVelcome my Lord welcome dread Qu●ene VVelcome yee warlike Gothes welcome Lucius And welcome all although the cheare be poore T will fill your stomacks please you eate of it King VVhy art thou thus attired Andronicus Titus Because I would be sure to haue all well To entertaine your highnes and your Empresse Tamora VVe are beholding to you good Andronicus Titus And if your highnes knew my hart you were My Lord the Emperour resolue me this VVas it well done of rash Viginius To slay his daughter with his owne right hand Because she was enforst stainde and deflowrde King It was Andronicus Titus● Your reason mighty Lord. King Because the girle should not suruiue her shame And by her presence still renewe his sorrowes Titus A reason mighty strong and effectuall A patterne president and liuelie warrant For me most wretched to performe the like Die die Lauinia and thy shame wirh thee And with thy shame thy Fathers sorrow die King VVhat hast thou done vnnaturall and vnkinde Tit. Kild her for whom my teares haue made me blind I am as woefull as Virginius was And haue a thousand times more cause than he To doe this outrage and it now is done King VVhat was she rauisht tell who did the deede T. VVilt please you eate wilt please your highnes feed Tam. VVhy hast thou slaine thine only Daughter thus Titus Not I t was Chiron and Demetrius They Rauisht her and cut away her tongue And they t was they that did her all this wrong King Goe fetch them hither to vs presently Titus VVhy there they are both baked in this Pie VVhereof their Mother daintilie hath fed Eating the flesh that shee her selfe hath bred T is true t is true witnes my kniues sharpe point He stabs the Empresse Emperour Die franticke wretch for this accursed deede Lucius Can the sonnes eie behold his father bleede Ther 's meede for meede death for a deadly deede Marcus You sad fa●de men people and sons of Rome By vprores seuerd as a flight of fowle Scatterd by winds and high tempes●uous gus●s Oh let me teach you how to knit againe This scattered corne into one mutuall sheaffe These broken limbs againe into one bodie Romane Lord. Let Rome her selfe bee bane vnto her selfe And shee whome mightie kingdomes cursie too Like a forlorne and desperate cast away Doe shamefull execution on her selfe But if my frostie signes and chappes of age Graue witnesses of true experience Cannot induce you to attend my words Speake Roomes deare friend as erst our Ancestor When with his ●olemne tongue he did discourse To loue sicke Didoes sad attending eare The storie of that balefull burning night VVhen subtile Greekes surprizd King Priams Troy Tell vs what Sinon hath be wicht our eares Or who hath brought the fatall engine in That giues our Troy our Rome the ciuill wound My hart is not compact of flint nor steele Nor can I vtter all our bitter greefe But flouds of teares will drowne my Oratorie And breake my vttrance euen in the time VVhen it should moue yee to attend me most And force you to commiseration Her 's Romes young Captaine let him tell the tale VVhile I stand by and weepe to heare him speake Lucius Then gratious auditorie be it knowne to you That Chiron and the damn'd Demetrius Were they that murdred our Emperours brother And they it were that rauished our sister For their fell faults our brothers were beheaded Our Fathers teares dispi●de and basely cousend Of that true hand that fought Romes quarrell out And sent her enemies vnto the graue Las●ly

no And now be it knowne to you my full intent Not farre one Muliteus my Countriman His wife but yesternight was brought to bed His childe is like to her faire as you are Goe packe with him and giue the mother gold And tell them both the circumstance of all And how by this their childe shall be a duaunst And be receiued for the Emperours Heire And substituted in the place of mine To calme this tempest whirling in the Court And let the Lmperour dandle him for his owne Harke yee Lords you see I haue giuen her Phisicke And you must needs bestow her Funerall The fields are neere and you are gallant Groomes This done see that you take no longer daies But send the Midwife presentlie to mee The Midwife and the Nurse well made away Then let the Ladies tattle what they please Chi. Aron I see thou wilt not trust the aire with secrets Demetrius For this care of Tamora Her selfe and hers are highlie bound to thee Exeunt Aron Now to the Gothes as swift as swallow flies There to dispose this treasure in mine armes And secretlie to greete the Empresse friends Come on you thicke-lipt-slaue I le beare you hence For it is you that puts vs to our shifts I le make you feede on berries and on roots And feede on curds and whay and sucke the Goate And cabbin in a Caue and bring you vp To be a warriour and commaund a Campe. Exit Enter Titus olde Marcus young Lucius and other gentlemen with bowes and Titus beares the arrowes with letters on the ends of them Titus Come Marcus come kinsemen this is the way Sir boy let me see your Archerie Looke ●ee draw home inough and t is there straight Terras Astreáreliquit be you remembred Marcus Shee s gone shee s fled sirs take you to your tooles You Cosens shall goe sound the Ocean And cast your nets happilie you may catch her in the sea Yet ther 's as little iustice as at land No Publius and Sempronius you must doe it T is you must dig with mattocke and with spade And pierce the inmost Center of the earth Then when you come to Plutoes Region I pray you deliuer him this petition Tell him it is for iustice and for aide And that it comes from olde Andronicus Shaken with sorrowes in vngratefull Rome Ah Rome well well I made thee miserable VVhat time I threw the peoples suffrages On him that thus doth tyrrannize ore mee Goe get you gone and pray be carefull all And leaue you not a man of warre vnsearcht This wicked Emperour may haue shipt her hence And kinsemen then we may goe pipe for iustice Marcus O Publius is not this a heauie c●se To see thy Noble Vnkle thus distract Publius Therefore my Lords it highly vs concernes By daie and night t' attend him carefullie And feede his humour kindly as we may Till time beget some carefull remedie Marcus Kinsmen his sorrowes are past remedie Ioine with the Gothes and with reuengefull warre Take wreake on Rome for this ingratitude And vengeance on the traitour Saturnine Titus Publius how now how now my Masters VVhat haue you met with her Publius No my good Lord but Pluto sends you word If you will haue reuenge from hell you shall Marrie for Iustice shee is so imploid He thinks with Ioue in heauen or some where else So that perforce you must needs staie a time Titus He doth me wrong to feede me with delaies I le diue into the burning lake belowe And pull her out of Acaron by the heeles Marcus we are but ●hrubs no Cedars wee No big-boand-men framde of the Cyclops size But mettall Marcus steele to the verie backe Yet wrung with wrongs more than our backs can beare And sith ther 's no iustice in earth nor hell VVe will sollicite heauen and moue the Gods To send downe Iustice for to wreake our wrongs Come to this geare you are a good Archer Marcus He giues them the Arrowes Ad Iouem that 's for you here ad Apollonem Ad Martem that 's for my selfe Here boy to Pallas here to Mercurie To Saturnine to Caius not to Saturnine You were as good to shoote against the winde● Too it boy Marcus loose when I bid Of my word I haue written to effect Ther 's not a God left vnsollicited Marcus Kinsemen shoot all your shafts into the Court VVee will afflict the Emperour in his pride Titus Now Masters draw Oh well said Lucius Good boy in Virgoes lappe giue it Pallas Marcus My Lord I aime a mile beyond the Moone Your letter is with Iubiter by this Titus Ha ha Publius Publius what hast thou done See see thou hast shot off one of Ta●rus hornes Marcus This was the sport my Lord when Publius shot The Bull being galde gaue Aries such a knocke That downe fell both the Rams hornes in the Court And who should finde them but the Empresse villaine Shee laught and tolde the Moore hee should not choose But giue them to his Master for a present Titus VVhy there it goes God giue his Lordship ioy Enter the Clowne with a basket and two pidgeons in it Clowne Newes newes from heauen Marcus the Poast is come Titus Sirra what tidings haue you any letters Shall I haue iustice what saies Iubiter Clowne Ho the Gibbetmaker Hee saies that he hath taken them downe againe for the man must not be hangd till the next weeke Titus But what saies Iubiter I aske thee Clowne Alas sir I know not Iubiter I neuer dranke with him in all my life Titus VVhy villaine art not thou the Carrier Clowne I of my pidgeons sir nothing els Titus VVhy didst thou not come from heauen Clowne From he●uen alas sir I neuer came there God forbid I should be so bolde to presse to heauen in my young daies VVhy I am going with my pidgeons to the tribunall Plebs to take vp a matter of brawle betwixt my Vncle and one of the Emperals men Marcus VVhy sir that is as sit as can bee to serue for your Oration and let him deliuer the pidgeons to the Emperour from you Titus Tell mee can you deliuer an Oration to the Emperour with a grace Clowne Nay truelie sir I could neuer say grace in all my life Titus Sirra come hither make no more adoo But giue your pidgeons to the Emperour By mee thou shalt haue iustice at his hands Hold hold meane while here 's money for thy charges Giue me pen and inke Sirra can you with a grace deliuer vp a Supplication Clowne I sir. Titus Then here is a Supplication for you and when you come to him at the first approch you must kneele then kisse his foote then deliuer vp your pidgeons and then looke for your reward I le bee at hand sir see you doe it brauelie Clowne I warrant you sir let me alone Titus Sirra hast thou a knife Come let me see it Here Marcus fold it in the Oration For thou hast made it like an humble