Poor harmless fly! That with his pretty buzzing melody, Came here to make us merry; and thou haft kill'd him. MAR. Pardon me, fir; 'twas a black ill-favour'd fly, Like to the emprefs' Moor; therefore I kill'd him. TIT. 0, 0, 0, Then pardon me for reprehending thee, Yet I do think we are not brought fo low, That comes in likeness of a coal-black Moor. MAR. Alas, poor man! grief has fo wrought on him, He takes falfe fhadows for true fubftances. TIT. Come, take away.-Lavinia, go with me: ACT IV. [Exeunt. SCENE I. The fame. Before TITUS's Houfe. Enter TITUS and MARCUS. Then enter young LUCIUS, LAVINIA running after him. Bor. Help, grandfire, help! my aunt Lavinia Follows me every where, I know not why :Good uncle Marcus, fee how fwift she comes! O o iiij Alas, fweet aunt, I know not what you mean. See, Lucius, fee, how much she makes of thee: Canft thou not guess wherefore she plies thee thus? Ran mad through forrow: That made me to fear; Loves me as dear as e'er my mother did, And would not, but in fury, fright my youth: I will most willingly attend your ladyship. [LAVINIA turns over the books which Lucius bas let fall. TIT. How now, Lavinia?-Marcus, what means this? Some book there is that the defires to fee: Which is it, girl, of thefe ?-Open them, boy.- Reveal the damn'd contriver of this deed. Why lifts the up her arms in fequence thus ? MAR. I think, fhe means, that there was more than one Confederate in the fact;-Ay, more there was :. Or else to heaven fhe heaves them for revenge. TIT. Lucius, what book is that fhe toffeth fo? Bor. Grandfire, 'tis Ovid's Metamorphofis; My mother gave't me. MAR. For love of her that's gone, Perhaps fhe cull'd it from among the rest. TIT. Soft! fee, how bufily fhe turns the leaves! What would she find?-Lavinia, shall I read? And treats of Tereus' treason, and his rape ; And rape, I fear, was root of thine annoy. MAR. See, brother, fee; note, how the quotes the leaves. TIT. Lavinia, wert thou thus furpriz'd, fweet girl, Ravish'd, and wrong'd, as Philomela was, Forc'd in the ruthless, vaft, and gloomy woods?— Ay, fuch a place there is, where we did hunt, [friends,TIT. Give figns, fweet girl,-for here are none but What Roman lord it was durft do the deed: Or flunk not Saturnine, as Tarquin erft, That left the camp to fin in Lucrece' bed? [me. MAR. Sit down, fweet niece;-brother, fit down by Apollo, Pallas, Jove, or Mercury, Infpire me, that I may this treason find!— [He writes his name with his ftaff, and guides it with Curs'd be that heart, that forc'd us to this shift !— Heaven guide thy pen to print thy forrows plain, [She takes the faff in her mouth, and guides it with her TIT. O, do you read, my lord, what she hath writ ? Stuprum-Chiron-Demetrius. MAR. What, what !—the luftful fons of Tamora Performers of this heinous, bloody deed? TIT. Magne Dominator poli, Tam lentus audis fcelera? tam lentus vides? MAR. O, calm thee, gentle lord! although, I know, My lord, kneel down with me; Lavinia, kneel; But if And lulls him whilft fhe playeth on her back, And with a gad of steel will write thefe words, Will blow these fands, like Sybil's leaves, abroad, TIT. Come, go with me into mine armoury; Come, come; thou'lt do thy meffage, wilt thou not? Ay, marry, will we, fir; and we'll be waited on. [Exeunt TITUS, LAVINIA, and Bor. MAR. O heavens, can you hear a good man groan, And not relent, or not compaffion him? Marcus, attend him in his ecftafy; That hath more fears of forrow in his heart, Than foe-men's marks upon his batter'd fhield; |