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
soone bring her backe Mutius My Lord you passe not here Titus What villaine boy barst me my way in Rome Mutius Helpe Lucius helpe Lucius My Lord you are vniust and more than so In wrongfull quarrell you haue slaine your sonne Titus Nor thou nor he are any sonnes of mineâ— My sonnes would neuer so dishonour me Traitor restore Lauinia to the Emperour Lucius Dead if you will but not to be his wifeâ— That is anothers lawfull promist loue Enter aloft the Emperour with Tamora and her two sonnes and Aron the moore Emperour No Titus no the Emperour needes her not Nor her nor thee nor any of thy stocke I le trust by leysure him that mocks me once Thee neuer nor thy traiterous hawtie sonnes Confederates all thus to dishonour mee VVas none in Rome to make a stale But Saturnine Full well Andronicus Agree these deeds with that prowd bragge of thine That saidst I begd the Empire at thy hands Titus O monstrous what reprochfull words are these Saturn But goe thy waies goe giue that changing piece To him that florisht for her with his sword A valiant sonne in law thou shalt inioy One fit to bandie with thy lawlesse sonnes To ruffle in the Common-wealth of Rome Titus These words are rasors to my wounded hart Satur. And therfore louely Tamora Queene of Gothes That like the statelie Thebe mongst her Nymphs Dost ouershine the gallanst Dames of Rome If thou be pleasde with this my sodaine choise Behold I choose thee Tamora for my Bride And will create thee Emperesse of Rome Speake Queene of Gothes dost thou applaud my choise And here I sweare by all the Romane Gods Sith Priest and holy water are so neere And tapers burne so bright and euery thing In readines for Hymeneus stand I will not resalute the streets of Rome Or clime my Pallace till from forth this place I lead espowsde my Bride along with mee Tamora And here in sight of heauen to Rome I sweare If Saturnine aduaunce the Queene of Gothes Shee will a handmaide be to his desires A louing Nurse a Mother to his youth Sat. Ascend faire Queene Panthean Lords accompany Your Noble Emperour and his louelie Bride Sent by the Heauens for Prince Saturnine VVhose wisdome hath her Fortune conquered There sâ—all wee consummate our spousall rites Exeunt Omnâ—s Titus I am not bid to wait vpon this bride Titus when wert thou wont to walke alone Dishonoured thus and challenged of wrongs Enter Marcus and Titus sonnes Marcus O Titus see O see what thou hast done In a bad quarrell slaine a vertuous sonne Titus No foolish Tribune no No sonne of mine Nor thou nor these confederates in the deede That hath dishonoured all our Familie Vnworthy brother and vnworthy sonnes Lucius But let vs giue him buriall as becomes Giue Mucius buriall with our bretheren Titus Traitors away he rests not in this toombeâ— This monument fiue hundreth yeares hath stood VVhich I haue sumptuouslie reedified Here noâ—e but souldiers and Romes seruitors Repose in fame None basely slaine in braule sâ— Burie him where you can he comes not here Marcus My Lord this is impietie in you My Nephew Mutius deedes doo plead for him He must be buried with his brethren Titus two sonnes speakes And shall or him wee will accompanie Titus And shallâ— what villaine was it spake that word Titus sonne speakes He that would vouch it â—n any place but here Titus VVhat would you burie him in my despight Marcus No Noble Titus but intreat of thee To pardon Mutius and to bury him Titus Marcus Euen thou hast stroke vpon my Crest And with these boyes mine honour thou hast wounded My foes I doe repute you euerie one So trouble me no more but get you gone 3. Sonne He is not with himselfe let vs withdraw 2. Sonne Not I till Mutius bones be buried The brother and the sonnes kneele Marcus Brother for in that name doth nature pleade 2. sonne Father and in that name doth nature speake Titus Speake thou no more if all the rest will speede Marcus Renowmed Titus more than halfe my soule Lucius Deare father soule and substance of vs all Marcus Suffer thy brother Marcus to interre His Noble Nephew here in vertues nest That died in honour and Lauinias cause Thou art a Romane be not barbarous The Greeks vpon aduise did burie Aâ—ax That slew himselfe and wise Laertes sonne Did gratiouslie plead for his Funeralls Let not young Mutius then that was thy ioy Be bard his entrance here Titus Rise Marcus rise The dismalst day is this that ere I saw To be dishonoured by my sonnes in Rome Well burie him and burie me the next they put him in the tombe Lucius There lie thy bones sweete Mutius with thy friends Till wee with Trophees doo adorne thy tombe they all kneele and say No man shed teares for Noble Mutius He liues in fame that dide in vertues cause Exit all but Marcus and Titus Marcus My Lord to sâ—ep out of these dririe dumps How comes it that the subtile Queene of Gothes Is of a sodaine thus aduaunc'd in Rome Titus I know not Marcus but I know it is VVhether by deuise or no the heauens can tell Is shee not then beholding to the man That brought herfor this â—igh good turne so faire Enter the Emperour Tamora and her two sonnes with the Moore at one doore Enter at the other doore Bascianus and Lauinia with others Saturnine So Bascianus you haue plaid your prize God giue you ioy sir of your gallant Bride Bascianus And you of yours my Lord I say no more Nor wish no lesse and so I take my leaue Saturnine Traitor if Rome haue law or we haue power Thou and thy faction shall repent this Rape Bassianus Rape call you it my Lord to ceaze my owne My true betrothed loue and now my wife But let the lawes of Rome determine all Meane while am I possest of that is mine Saturnine T is good sir you are verie short with vs. But if we liue wee le be as sharpe with you Bascianus My Lord what I haue done as best I mayâ— Answere I must and shall doo with my life Onely thus much I giue your Grace to know By all the dueties that I owe to Rome This Noble Gentleman Lord Titus here Is in opinion and in honour wrongd That in the rescue of Lauinia VVith his owne hand did slay his youngest sonne Inzeale to you and highly moude to wrath To be controwld in that he frankelie gaue Receaue him then to fauour Saturnine That hath exprest himselfe in all his deeds A father and a friend to thee and Rome Titus Prince Bascianus leaue to pleade my deeds T is thou and those that haue dishonoured me Rome and the righteous heauens be my iudge How I haue loude and honoured Saturnine Tamora My worthy Lord if euer Tamora VVere gratious in those Princelie eies of thine Then heare me speake indifferently for all And at my sute sweete pardon what is
past Saturnine VVhat Madam be dishonoured openly And baselie put it vp without reuenge Tamora Not so my Lord the Gods of Rome forfend I should be Authour to dishonour you But on mine honour dare I vndertake For good Lord Titus innocence in all VVhose furie not dissembled speakes his griefes Then at my sute looke gratiouslie on him Loose not so noble a friend on vaine suppose Nor with sowre looks afflict his gentle hart My Lord Be rulde by me be wonne at last Dissemble all your griefes and discontents You are but newlie planted in your Throne Least then the people and Patricians too Vpon a iust suruay take Titus part And so supplant you for ingratitude VVhich Rome reputes to be a hainous sinne Yeeld at intreats and then let me alone I le find a day to massacre them all And race their faction and their familie The cruell father and his traiterous sonnes To whom I sued for my deare sonnes life And make them know what t is to let a Queene Kneele in the streets and begge for grace in vaine Come come sweete Emperour come Andronicus Take vp this good old man and cheare the hart That dies in tempest of thy angrie frowne Saturnine Rise Titus rise my Empresse hath preuaildâ— Titus I thanke your Maiestiâ— and her my Lord These words these looks infuse new life in me Tamora Titus I am incorporate in Rome A Roman now adopted happilie And must aduise the Emperour for his good This day all quarrels die Andronicus And let it be mine honour good my Lord That I haue reconciled your friends and you For you Prince Bassianus I haue past My word and promise to the Emperour That you will be more milde and tractable And feare not Lords and you Lauinia By my aduise all humbled on your knees You shall aske pardon of his Maiestie VVee doo and vowe to Heauen and to his Highnes That what wee did was miâ—d ie as we might Tendring our sisters honour and our owne Marcus That on mine honour here doo I protest Saturnine Awayâ— and talke not trouble vs no moreâ— Tamora Nay nay sweet Empeâ—or we must all be friends The Tribune and his Nephews kneele for grace I will not be denied sweete hart looke backe Saturnine Marcus for thy sake and thy brothers here And at my louelie Tamoras intreats I doo remit these young mens hainous faults Stand vp Lauinia though you left me like a Churle I found a friend and sure as death I swore I would not part a Batchiler from the Priest Come if the Emperours Court can feast two Brides You are my guest Lauinia and your friends This daie shall be a loue-daie Tamora Titus To morrow and it please your Maiestie To hunt the Panther and the Hart with me VVith horne and hound wee le giue your grace boniour Saturnine Be it so Titus and gramercie too Exeunt sound trumpets manet Moore Aron Now climeth Tamora Olympus â—oppe Safe out of fortunes shot and fits aloft Secure of thunders cracke or lightning flash Aduaunc'd aboue pale enuies threatning reach As when the golden suune salutes the morne And hauing gilt the Ocean with his beames Gallops the Zodiacke in his glistering Coach And ouer-looks the highest piering hills So Tamora Vpon her wit doth earthly honour wait And vertue stoops and trembles at her frowne Then Aron arme thy hart and fit thy thoughts To mount aloft with thy Emperiall Mistris And mount her pitch whom thou in triumph long Hast prisoner held fettred in amourous chaines And faster bound to Arons charming eies Than is Prometheus tide to Caucasus Away with slauish weedes and seruile thoughts I will be bright and shine in pearle and golde To wait vpon this new made Emperesse To wait said I to wanton wiâ—h this Queene This Goddesse this Semerimis this Nymph This Syren that will charme Romes Saturnine And see his shipwracke and his Common-weales Hollo what storme is this Enter Chiron and Demetrius brauing Demetrius Chiron thy yeares wants wit thy wits wants edge And manners to intrude where I am grac'd And may for ought thou knowest affected bee Chiron Demetrius thou dost ouerweene in all And so in this to beare me downe with braues T is not the difference of a yeare or two Makes me lesse gratious or thee more fortunate I am as able and as fit as thou To serue and to deserue my Mistris grace And that my sword vpon thee shall approue And plead my passions for Lauinias loue Moore Clubs Clubs these louers will not keepe the peace Demetrius Why boy although our mother vnaduizd Gaue you a daunsing Rapier by your side Are you so desperate growne to threat your friends Goe too haue your lath glued within your sheath Till you know better how to handle it Chiron Meane while sir with the little skill I haue Full well shalt thou perceiue how much I dare Demetrius I boy grow yee so braue they drawe Moore VVhy how now Lords So neere the Emperours Pallace dare yee drawe And maintaine such a quarrell openlie Full well I wote the ground of all this grudge I would not for a million of gold The cause were knowne to them it most concernes Nor would your Noble Mother for much more Be so dishonoured in the Court of Rome For shame put vp Demetrius Not I till I haue sheathd My Rapier in his bosome and withall Thrust those reprochfull speeches downe his throat That he hath breathd in my dishonour here Chiron For that I am prepard and full resolude Fowle spoken Coward that thundrest with thy tongue And with thy weapon nothing darst performe Moore Away I say Now by the Gods that warlike Gothes adore This pettie brabble will vndoo vs all VVhy Lords and thinke you not how dangerous It is to â—et vpon a Princes right VVhat is Lauinia then become so loose Or Bascianus so degenerate That for her loue such quarrels may be brocht VVithout controulement iustice or reuenge Young Lords beware and should the Empresse know This discords ground the musicke would not please Chiron I care not I knew shee and all the world I loue Lauinia more than all the world Demetrius Yongling learne thou to make some meaner choise Lauinia is thine elder brothers hope Moore VVhy are ye mad or know yee not in Rome How furious and impatient they bee And cannot brooke competitors in loue I tell you Lords you doo but plot your deaths By this deuise Chiron Aron A thousand deaths would I propose To atchiue her whom I loue Aron To atchiue her how Demetrius VVhy makes thou it so strange Shee is a woman therefore may be woode Shee is a woman therefore may be woonne Shee is Lauinia therefore must be loude VVhat man more water glideth by the mill Than woâ—s the Miller of and easie it is Of a cut loafe to steale a shiue we know Though Bascianus be the Emperours brother Better than he haue worne Vulcans badge Moore I and as good as Saturninus may Demetrius Then why
tremble vnder Titus threatning looke Then Madam stand resolud but hope withall The selfe same Gods that armde the Queene of Troyâ— VVith opportunitie of sharpe reuenge Vpon the Thracian Tyrant in his Tent May â—auour Tamora the Queene of Gothes VVhen Gothes were Gothes and Tamora was Queene To quit the bloodie wrongs vpon her foes Enter the sonnes of Andronicus againe Lucius See Lord and father how we haue performd Our Romane rights Alarbus limbs are lopt And intrals feede the sacrifising fire VVhose smoke like incense doth perfume the skie Remaineth nought but to interre our brethren And with lowd larums welcome them to Rome Titus Let it be so and let Andronicus Make this his latest farewell to their soules Sound Trumpets and lay the Coffin in the Tombe In peace and honour rest you here my sonnes Roomes readiest Champions repose you here in rest Secure from worldly chaunces and mishaps Here lurks no treason here no enuie swels Here grow no damned drugges here are no stormes No noyse but silence and eternall sleepe In peace and honour rest you here my sonnes Enter Lauinia In peace and honour liue Lord Titus long My Noble Lord and father liue in fame Lo at this Tombe my tributarie teares I render for my brethrens obsequies And at thy feete I kneele with teares of ioy Shed on this earth for thy returne to Rome O blesse me here with thy victorious hand VVhose fortunes Roomes best Citizens applaud Titus Kinde Rome that hast thus louingly reserude The Cordiall of mine age to glad my hart Lauinia liue outliue thy fathers daies And fames eternall date for vertues praise Marcus Long liue Lord Titus my beloued brother Gratious triumpher in the eies of Rome Titus Thanks gentle Tribune Noble brother Marcus Marcus And welcome Nephews from succesfull wars You that suruiue and you that sleepe in fame Faire Lords your fortunes are alike in all That in your Countries seruice drew your swords But safer triumph is this funerall pompe That hath aspirde to Solons happines And triumphs ouer chaunce in honours bed Titus Andronicus the people of Rome VVhose friend in iustice thou hast euer beene Send thee by mee their Tribune and their trust This Palliament of white and spotles hue And name thee in election for the Empire VVith these our late deceased Emperours sonnes Be Candidatus then and put it on And helpe to set a head on headles Roome Titus A better head her glorious bodie fits Than his that shakes for age and feeblenes VVhat should I don this Roabe and trouble you Be chosen with Proclamations to daie To morrow yeeld vp rule resigne my life And set abroad new busines for you all Roome I haue beene thy souldier fortie yeares And led my Countries strength succesfullie And buried one and twentie valiant sonnes Knighted in Field slaine manfullie in Armes In right and seruice of their Noble Countrie Giue me a staffe of Honour for mine age But not a scepter to controwle the world Vpright he held it Lords that held it lastâ— Marcus Titus thou shalt obtaine aske the Emperie Saturni Proud and ambitious Tribune canst thou tell Titus Patience Prince Saturninus Saturninus Romaines doe me right Patricians draw your swords and sheath them not Till Saturninus be Romes Emperour Andronicus would thou were shipt to hell Rather than robbe me of the peoples harts Lucius Prowd Saturnine interrupter of the good That noble minded Titus meanes to thee Titus Content thee Prince I will restore to thee The peoples harts and weane them from themselues Bassianus Andronicus I doo not flatter thee But honour thee and will doo till I die My faction if thou strengthen with thy friends I will most thankefull be and thanks to men Of Noble minds is honourable meede Titus People of Rome and peoples Tribunes here I aske your voyces and your suffrages Will yee bestow them friendly on Andronicus Tribunes To gratifie the good Andronicus And gratulate his â—afe returne to Rome The people will accept whom he admits Titus Tribunes I thanke you and this sute I make That you create our Emperours eldest sonne Lord Saâ—urnine whose vertues will I hope Reflect on Rome as Tytus Raies on earth And ripen iustice in this Common weale Then if you will elect by my aduise Crowne him and say Long liue our Emperour Marcus An. VVith voyces and applause of euery sorâ— â—â—â—â— ricians and Plebeans we create â—â—â—â—d Saturninus Romes great Emperour â—â—â—â—d say Long liue our Emperour Saturnine Saturnine Titus Andronicus for thy fauours done To vs in our election this day I giue thee thankes in part of thy deserts And will with deeds requite thy gentlenes And for an onset Titus to aduance Thy name and honourable familie Lauinia will I make my Empresse Romes Royall Mistâ—is Mistris of my hart And in the sacred Pathan her espouse Tell me Andronicus doth this motion please theâ— Titus It doth my worthie Lord and in this match I hold me highly Honoured of your Grace And here in sight of Rome to Saturnine King and Commander of our common weale The wide worlds Emperour doe I consecrate My sword my Chariot and my Prisoners Presents well worthy Romes imperious Lord Receiue them then the tribute that I owe Mine honours Ensignes humbled at thy feete Saturnine Thankes Noble Titus Father of my life How proude I am of thee and of thy gifts Rome shall record and when I doe forget The least of these vnspeakeable deserts Romans forget your Fealtie to me Titus Now Madam are you prisoner to an Emperour To him that for your honour and your state VVill vse you Nobly and your followers Saturnine A goodly Lady trust me of the hue That I would choosâ— were I to choose a new Cleare vp faire Queene that cloudy countenance Though change of warhath wrought this change of cheaâ— Thou comst not to be made a scorne in Romeâ— Princely shall be thy vsage euerie waie Rest on my word and let not discontent Daunt all your hopes Madam he comforts you Can make you greater than the Queene of Gothes Lauinia you are not displeasde with this Lauinia Not I my Lord sith true Nobilitie VVarrants these words in Princely curtesie Saturnine Thanks sweete Lauinia Romans let vs goe Raunsomles here we set our prisoners free Proclaime our Honours Lords with Trumpe and Drum Bassianus Lord Titus by your leaue this maid is mine Titus How sir are you in earnest then my Lord Bascianus I Noble Titus and resolude withall To doo my selfe this reason and this right Marcus Suum cuiqum is our Romane iustce This Prince in iustice ceazeth but his owne Lucius And that he will and shall if Lucius liue Titus Traitors auaunt where is the Emperours gard Treason my Lord Lauinia is surprizde Saturnine Surprizde by whom Bascianus By him that iustly may Beare his betrothde from all the world away Mutius Brothers helpe to conuay her hence away And with my sword I le keepe this doore safe Titus Follow my Lord and I le
Lauinia my Noble sister O would thou wert as thou to fore hast beene But now nor Lucius nor Lauinia liues But in obliuion and hatefull greefes If Lucius liue he will requite your wrongs And make proud Saturnine and his Emperesseâ— Beg at the gates like Tarquiâ— and his Queene Now will I to the Gothes and raise a powre To bee reuengd on Rome and Saturnine Exit Lucius Enter Lucius sonne and Lauinia running after him and the Boy flies from her with his Bookes vnder his Arme. Enter Titus and Marcus Puer Help Grandsier helpe my Aunt Lauiniâ— Followes me euerie where I know not why Good Vnckle Marcus see how swift shee comes Alas sweet Aunt I know not what you meane Marcus Stand by me Lucius doe not feare thine Aunt Titus She loues thee boy too well to doe thee harme Puer I when my Father was in Rome she did M. VVhat meanes my Neece Lauinia by these signesâ— Tit. Feare her not Luciâ—s somewhat doth she meane See Lucius see how much she makes of thee Some whither would she haue the egoe with her A boy Cornelia neuer with more care Red to her sonnes than she hath red to thee Sweet Poetrie and Tullies Oratour Canst thou not gesse wherefore she plies thee thus Puer My Lord I know not I nor can I gesse Vnlesse some fit or frenzie do possesse her For I haue heard my Grandsier say full oft Extremitie of greeues would make men mad And I haue red that Hecuba of Troy Ran mad for sorrow that made me to feare Although my Lord I know my Noble Aunt Loues me as deare as ere my Mother did And would not but infurie fright my youth VVhich made me downe to throwe my bookes and flie Causeles perhaps but pardon me sweet Aunt And Maddam if my Vnckle Marcus goe I will most willinglie attend your Ladyship Mar. Lucius I will Titus How now Lauinia Marcus what meanes this Some booke there is that she desires to see VVhich is it gyrle of these open them boy But thou art deeper read and better skild Come and take choise of all my Lybrarie And so beguile thy sorrow till the heauens Reueale the damn'd contriuer of this deede VVhy lifts she vp her Armes in sequence thus M. I thinke she meanes that there were more than one Confederate in the fact I more there was Or else to heauen she heaues them for reuenge Titus Lucius what booke is that shee tosseth soâ— Puer Grandsier t is Ouids Metamorphosis My Mother gaue it me Marcus For loue of her that 's gone Perhaps shee culd it from among the rest Titus Soft so busilie she turnes the leaues Help her what would she finde Lauinia shal I read This is the tragicke tale of Philomel And treaâ—s of Tereus treason and his rape And rape I feare was roote of thy annoie Marcus See brother see note how she coats the leaues Titus Lauinia wert thou thus surpriz'd sweet gyrle Rauisht and wrongd as Phlomela was Frocd in the ruthlesse Vast and gloomie woods See see I such a place there is where we did hunt O had we neuer neuer hunted thâ—re Patternd by that the Poet here describes By nature made for murthers and for rapes Mar. O why should nature build so fowle a den Vnlesse the Gods delight in Tragedies Titus Giue signes sweet gyrle for here are none but friends VVhat Romaine Lord it was durst doe the deed Or slonke not Saturnine as Tarquin erst That left the Campe to sinne in Lucrece bed Marc. Sit downe sweet Neece brother sit downe by mee Appollo Pallas Ioue or Mercurie Inspire me that I may this treason finde My Lord looke here looke here Lauinia He writes his name with his staffe and guides it with feete and mouth This sandie plot is plaine guide if thou canst This after me I haue writ my name Without the help of any hand at all Curst be that hart that forcd vs to this shift VVrite thou good Neâ—ce and here display at last VVhat God will haue discouered for reuenge Heauen guide thy pen to print thy sorrowes plaine That we may know the traytors and the truth Shee takes the staffe in her mouth and guides it with heâ— stumps and writes Oh doe yee read my Lord what she hath writ Stuprum Chiron Dâ—etrius Marcus What what the lusâ—full sonnes of Tamora Performers of this haynous bloody deede Titus Magni Dominator poli Tam lentus audis scelera tam lentus vides Marcus Oh calme thee gentle Lord although I know There is enough written vpon this earth To stir a mutinie in the mildest thoughts And arme the mindes of infants to exclaimes My Lord kneele downe with me Lauinia kneele And kneele sweet boy the Romaine Hectors And sweare with me as with the wofull feere And father of that chast dishonoured Dame Lord Iunius Brutus sweare for Lucrece rape That we will prosecute by good aduice Mortall reuenge vpon these Traiterous Gothes And see their blood or die with this reproch Titus T is sure enough and you knew how But if you hunt these Beare whelpes then beware The Dam will wake and if she winde yee once Shee 's with the Lion deepely still in league And luls him whilst shee plaieth on her backe And when he fleepes will shee doe what she list You are a young huntsman Marcus let alone And come I will goe get a leafe of brasse And with a gad of steele will write these words And lay it by the angry northen wind Will blow these sands like Sibels leaues a broad And whereas our lesson then boy what say you Puer I say my Lord that if I were a man Their mothers bed-chamber should not be safe For these base bond-men to the yoake of Rome Marcus I that 's my boy thy father hath full oft For his vngratefull Countrie done the like Puer And Vnkle so will I and if I liue Titus Come goe with me into mine Armorie Luciâ—s â—le fit thee and withall my boy Shâ—ll carrie from me to the Empresse sonnes Presents that I intend to send them both Come come thou lt doe my message wilt thou not Puer I with my dagger in their bosomes Grandsier Titus No boy not so I le teach thee another course Lauinia come Marcus looke to my house Lucius and I le goe braue it at the Court I marrie will we sir and wee le be waited on Exâ—unt Marcus O heauens can you heare a goodman grone And not relent or not compassion him Marcus attend him in his extasie That hath more scars of sorrow in his hart Than â—oe-mens marks vpon his battred shield But yet so iust that he will not reuenge Reuenge the heauens for olde Andronicus Exit Eâ—ter Aron Chiron and Demetrius at one doore and at the other doore young Lucius and another with a bundle of weapons and verses writ vpon them Chiron Demetriusâ— her 's the sonne of Lucius He hath some message to deliuer vs. Aron I some mad message from his mad
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 â—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 câ—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 â—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 windeâ— 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 Taâ—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 heâ—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