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Will blow these sands, like syb:l's leaves, abroad, || And sends the weapons wrapp'd about
Aside. For these bad-bondmen to the yoke of Rome. But were our witty empress well a-foot, Mar. Ay, that's my boy! thy father hath full oftShe would applaud Andronicus' conceit
. For this ungrateful country done the like.
But let her rest in her unrest awhile.Boy. And, uncle, so will I, an if I live. And now, young lords, was't not a happy star Tit. Come, go with me into mine armoury ;
Led us to Rome, strangers, and, more than so, Lucius, I'll fit thee; and withal, my boy Captives, to be advanced to this height? Shall carry from me to the empress' sons
It did me good, before the palace gate Presents, that I intend to send them both: To brave the tribune in his brother's hearing. Come, come; thou'lt do thy message, wilt thou not? Dem." But me more good, to see so great a lord Boy. Ay, with my dagger in their bosoms, grand-Basely insinuate, and send us gifts.
Aar. Had he not reason, lord Demetrius ? Tit. No, boy, not so; I'll teach thee another Did you not use his daughter very friendly?
Dem. I would, we had a thousand Roman dames Lavinia, come :-Marcus, look to my house; At such a bay, by turn to serve our lust. Lucius and I'll go brave it at the court;
Chi. A charitable wish, and full of love. Ay, marry, will we, sir : and we'll be waited on. Aar. Here lacks but your mother for to say amen.
(Exeunt Titus, Lavinia, and Boy. Chi. And that would she for twenty thousand Mar. O heavens, can you hear a good man groan,
Dem. Come, let us go; and pray to all the gods And not relent, or not compassion him?
For our beloved mother in her pains. Marcus, attend him in his ecstasy ;.
Aar. Pray to the devils; the gods have given us That hath more scars of sorrow in his heart,
(Aside. Flourish. Than foemen's marks upon his batter'd shield : Dem. Why do the emperor's trumpets flourish But yet so just, that he will not revenge :
thus ? Revenge the heavens for old Andronicus !
Chi. Belike, for joy the emperor hath a son.
[Exit. Dem. Soft; who comes here? SCENE II.—The same. A room in the palace. Enter a Nurse, with a black-a-moor child in her
Enter Aaron, Chiron, and Demetrius, at one
Good-morrow, lords: Attendant, with a bundle of weapons, and verses O, tell me, did you see Aaron the Moor? writ upon them.
Aar. Well, more, or less, or ne'er a whit at all,
Here Aaron is; and what with Aaron now? Chi. Demetrius, here's the son of Lucius ; Nur. O gentle Aaron, we are all undone ! He hath some message to deliver us.
Now help, or wo betide thee evermore! Aar. Ay, some mad message from his mad Aar. Why, what a caterwauling dost thou keep! grandfather.
What dost thou wrap and fumble in thine arms ? Boy. My lords, with all the humbleness I may, Nur. O, that which I would hide from Heaven's I greet your honours from Andronicus ;
eye, the Roman gods, confound you both. Ourempress' shame, and stately Rome's disgrace;
(.Aside. She is deliver’d, lords, she is deliver'd. Dem. Gramercy, lovely Lucius : What's the
Aar. To whom? news?
I mean, she's brought to bed. Boy. That you are both decipher'd, that's the Aar.
Well, God news,
Give her good rest! What hath he sent her? For villains mark'd with rape. (Aside.) May it Nur
A devil. please you,
Aar. Why, then she's the devil's dam; a joyful My grandsire, well-advis'd, hath sent by me
issue. The goodliest weapons of his armoury,
Nur. A joyless, dismal, black, and sorrowful To gratify your honourable youth,
issue : The hope of Rome ; for so he bade me say; Here is the babe, as loathsome as a toad And so I do, and with his gifts present
Amongst the fairest breeders of our clime. Your lordships, that whenever you have need,
The empress sends it thee, thy stamp, thy seal, You may be armed and appointed well :
And bids thee christen it with thy dagger's point. And so I leave you both, l'Aside.] like bloody vil
Aar. Qut, out, you whore! is black so base a lains. (Exeunt Boy and Attendant.
hue? Dem. What's here? A scroll; and written roundSweet blowse, you are a beauteous blossom, sure. about?
Dem. Villain, what hast thou done?
Done! that which thou Integer vitæ, scelerisque purus,
Canst not undo. Non eget Mauri jaculis, nec arcu.
Thou hast undone our mother. Chi. O, tis a verse in Horace ; I know it well : Aar. Villain, I have done thy mother. I read it in the grammar long ago.
Dem. And therein, hellish dog, thou hast undone. Aar. Ay, just!
L-a verse in Horace :--right, you Wo to her chance, and damn'd her loathed choice! have it.
Accurs’d the offspring of so foul a fiend ! Now, what a thing it is to be an ass !
Chi. It shall not live. Here's no sound jest! the old man hath Aside. Aar.
It shall not die. found their guilt;
Nur. Aaron, it must: the mother wills it so.
Aar..What, must it, nurse? then let no man but I, (1) i.e. Grand merci; great thanks.
Do execution on my flesh and blood.
Dem. I'll broach the tadpole on my rapier's Aar. O, lord, sir, 'tis a deed of policy: point;
Shall she live to betray this guilt of ours? Nurse, give it me; my sword shall soon despatch it. | A long-tongu'd babbling gossip? no, lords, no. Aar. Sooner this sword shall plough thy bowels And now be it known to you my full intent. up.
Not far, one Muliteus lives, my countryman, [Takes the child from the Nurse, and draws. His wife but yesternight was brought to bed; Stay, murderous villains! will you kill your brother? His child is like to her, fair as you are : Now, by the burning tapers of the sky,
Go pack with him, and give the mother gold,
And substituted in the place of mine,
And let the emperor dandle him for his own. Shall seize this prey out of his father's hands. Hark ye, lords; ye see, that I have given her What, what; ye sanguine, shallow-hearted boys!
physic, (Pointing to the Nurse, Ye white-lim'd walls? ye alehouse painted signs! | And you must needs bestow her funeral ; Coal black is better than another hue,
The fields are near, and you are gallant grooms : In that it scorns to bear another hue :
This done, see that you take no longer days, For all the water in the ocean
But send the midwife presently to me.
I am of
Chi. Aaron, I see, thou wilt not trust the air To keep mine own; excuse it how she can. With secrets.
Dem. Wilt thou betray thy noble mistress thus? Dem. For this care of Tamora, Aar. My mistress is my mistress; this, myself; Herself, and hers, are highly bound to thee. The vigour, and the picture of my youth : (Exeunt Dem. and Chi. bearing off the Nurse. This, before all the world, do I prefer ;
Aar. Now to the Goths, as swift as swallow flies,
Dem. By this our mother is for ever sham'd. Come on, you thick-lipp'd slave, I'll bear you hence.
And feed on curds and whey, and suck the goat,
ter Titus, bearing arrows, with letters at the
ends of them; with him Marcus, young Lucius, Look, how the black slave smiles upon the father; As who should say, Old lad, I am thine own.
and other Gentlemen, with bows. He is your brother, lords ; sensibly fed
Tit. Come, Marcus, come ;-Kinsmen, this is the Of that self-blood that first gave life to you:
way : And, from that womb, where you imprison'd were, || Sir boy, now let me see your archery; He is enfranchised and come to light :
Look ye draw home enough, and 'tis there straight : Nay, he's your brother by the surer side,
Terras Astræa reliquit : Although my seal be stamped in his face. Be you remember'd, Marcus, she's gone, she's fled.
Nur. Aaron, what shall I say unto the empress? || Sir, take you to your tools. You, cousins, shall
Dem. Advise thee, Aaron, what is to be done, Go sound the ocean, and cast your nets; And we will all subscribe to thy advice; Happily you may find her in the sea; Save thou the child, so we may an be safe. Yet there's as little justice as at land :
Aar. Then sit we down, and let us all consult. No; Publius and Sempronius, you must do it; My son and I will have the wind of you: l'Tis you must dig with mattock, and with spadea Keep there: Now talk at pleasure of your safety. || And pierce the inmost centre of the earth :
[They sit on the ground. Then, when you come to Pluto's region, Dem. How many women saw this child of his ? I pray you, deliver him this petition : Aar. Why, so, brave lords ; When we all join Tell him, it is for justice, and for aid; in league,
And that it comes from old Andronicus,
Ah, Rome !Well, well; I made thee miserable,
Nur. Cornelia the midwife, and myself, Go, get you gone; and pray be careful all, And no one else, but the deliverd empress. And leave you not a man of war unsearch'd ;
Aar. The emperess, the midwife, and yourself :|| This wicked emperor may have shipp'd her hence, Two may keep counsel, when the third's away : And, kinsmen, then we may go pipe for justice. To to the empress ; tell her, this I said :
Mar. O, Publius, is not this a heavy case,
(Stabbing her. To see thy noble uncle thus distract? Weke, weke!--so cries a pig, prepard to the spit. Pub. Therefore, my lord, it highly us concerns, Dem. What mean'st thou, Aaron? Wherefore By day and night to attend him carefully; didst thou' this?
And feed his humour kindly as we may, (1) A giant, the son of Titan and Terra. (4) i. e. Ignominy. (5) Complexion, (2) Hercules. (3) In spite of,
(6) Contrive, bargain with.
Till time beget some careful remedy.
in my young days. Why, I am going with my Mar. Kinsmen, his sorrows are past remedy. pigeons to the tribunal plebs,5 to take up a matter Join with the Goths; and with revengeful war of brawl, betwixt my uncle and one of the empeTake wreak on Rome for this ingratitude,
ria!'s men. And vengeance on the traitor Saturnine.
Mar. Why, sir, that is as fit as can be, to serve Tit. Publius, how now? how now, my masters? | for your oration; and let him deliver the pigeons to What,
the emperor from you. Have you met with her?
Tit. Tell me, can you deliver an oration to the Pub. No, my good lord; but Pluto sends you emperor with a grace? word,
Člo. Nay, truly, sir, I could never say grace in If you will have revenge from hell, you shall : all Marry, for Justice, she is so employ'd,
Tit. Sirrah, come hither : make no more ado, He thinks, with Jove in heaven, or somewhere else, But give your pigeons to the emperor : So that perforce you must needs stay a time. By me thou shalt have justice at his hands.
T'it. He doth me wrong, to feed me with delays. || Hold, bold ;-mean while, here's money for thy I'll dive into the burning lake below,
charges. And pull her out of Acheron by the heels.- Give me a pen and ink.Marcus, we are but shrubs, no cedars we; Sirrah, can you with a grace deliver a supplication ? No big-bon'd men, fram'd of the Cyclops' size: Clo. Ay, sir. But metal, Marcus ; steel to the very back ;
Tit. Then here is a supplication for you.
And Yet wrung! with wrongs, more than our backs can when you come to him, at the first approach, you bear:
must kneel; then kiss his foot; then deliver up And sith2 there is no justice in earth nor hell, your pigeons; and then look for your reward. l'fi We will solicit heaven ; and move the gods,
be at hand: see you do it bravely. To send down justice for to wreak our wrongs:
Clo. I warrant you, sir; let me alone. Come, to this gear. You are a good archer, Mar- Tit. Sirrah, bast thou a knife? Come, let me cus.
(He gives them the arrows. Ad Jovem, that's for you :-Here, ad Apollinem:- Here, Marcus, fold it in the oration; Ad Martem, that's for myself ;
For thou hast made it like an humble suppliant:-
Knock at my door, and tell me what he says.
Tit. Come, Marcus, let's go :-Publius, follow Oʻmy word, I have written to effect;
[Exeunt. There's not a god left unsolicited.
SCENE IV.-The same. Before the palace. Mar. Kinsmen, shoot all your shafts into the
Enter Saturninus, Tamora, Chiron, Demetrius, court : We will afflict the emperor in his pride.
Lords, and others : Saturninus, with the arrows
in his hand, that Titus shot. Tit. Now, masters, draw. (They shoot.] O, well said, Lucius!
Sat. Why, lords, what wrongs are these? Was Good boy, in Virgo's lap; give it Pallas.
Mar. My lord, I am a mile beyond the moon; An emperor of Rome thus overborne, Your letter is with Jupiter by this.
Troubled, confronted thus : and, for the extent Tit. Ha! Publius, Publius, what hast thou done? Of egalo justice, us'd in such contempt? See, see, thou hast shot off one of Taurus' horns. My lords, you know, as do the mightful gods, Mar. This was the sport, my lord: when Publius | However these disturbers of our peace shot,
Buzz in the people's ears, there nought hath pass'd,
Of old Andronicus. And what an if
His fits, his frenzy, and his bitterness ?
And now he writes to heaven for his redress : Tit. Why, there it goes: God give your lord- || See, here's to Jove, and this to Mercury; ship joy.
This to Apollo; this to the god of war:
Sweet scrolls to fly about the streets of Rome $ Enter a Clown, with a basket and two pigeons.
What's this, but libelling against the senate,
Clo. Ho! the gibbet-maker? he says, that he But, if I live, his feigned ecstasies hath taken them down again, for the man must not| Shall be no shelter to these outrages : be hanged till the next week.
But he and his shall know, that justice lives Tit. But what says Jupiter, I ask thee? In Saturninus' health ; whom, if she sleep,
Clo. Alas, sir, I know not Jupiter; I never He'll so awake, as she in fury shall drank with him in all
Cut off the proud'st conspirator that lives.
Clo. From heaven? alas, sir, I never came there : The effects of sorrow for his valiant sons, God forbid, I should be so bold to press to heaven
(5) The clown means to say plebeian tribune ; (1) Strained. (2) Since. (3) Revenge. i. è. tribune of the people. (4) Dress, furniture.
Whose loss hath pierc'd him deep, and scarr'd his, When as the one is wounded with the bait,
The other rotted with delicious feed. And rather comfort his distressed plight,
Sat. But he will not entreat his son for us. Than prosecute the meanest, or the best,
Tam. If Tamora entreat him, then he will: For these contempts.—Why, thus it shall become | For I can smooth, and fill his aged ear High-witted Tamora to glozel with all : [Aside. With golden promises; that, were his heart But, Titus, I have touch'd thee to the quick, Almost impregnable, his old ears deaf, Thy life-blood out: if Aaron now be wise,
Yet should both ear and heart obey my tongue.Then is all safe, the anchor's in the port.- Go thou before, be our embassador; (To Æmilius.
Say, that the emperor requests a parley
Of warlike Lucius, and appoint the meeting, How now, good fellow? would'st thou speak with us? Even at his father's house, the old Andronicus.
Clo. Yes, forsooth, an your mistership be im- Sat. Æmilius, do this message honourably : perial.
And if he stand on hostage for his safety, Tam. Empress I am, but yonder sits the emperor. Bid him demand what pledge will please him best.
Clo. 'Tis he.--God, and saint Stephen, give you Æmil. Your bidding shall I do effectually. good den :- I have brought you a letter, and a couple
[Erit Æmilius. of pigeons here. (Saturninus reads the letter. Tam. Now will I to that old Andronicus ;
Sat. Go, take him away, and hang him presently. | And temper him, with all the art i have,
To pluck proud Lucius from the warlike Goths. Tam. Come, sirrah, you must be hang'd. And now, sweet emperor, be blithe again,
Clo. Hang'd! By'r lady, then I have brought up | And bury all thy fear in my devices. a neck to a fair end.
(Exit, guarded. Sat. Then go successfully, and plead to him. Sat. Despiteful and intolerable wrongs!
(Exeunt Shall I endure this monstrous villany? I know from whence this same device proceeds ; May this be borne ?-as if his traitorous sons, That died by law for murder of our brother,
ACT V. Have by my means been butcher'd wrongfully.- SCENE 1.–Plains near Rome. Enter Lucius, Go, drag the villain hither by the hair ; Nor age, nor honour, shall shape privilege :
and Goths, with drum and colours. For this proud mock, I'll be thy slaughter-man; Luc. Approved warriors, and my faithful friends, Sly frantic wretch, that holp'st to make me great, I have received letters from great Rome, In hope thyself should govern Rome and me. Which signify, what hate they bear their emperor, Enter Æmilius.
And how desirous of our sight they are.
Therefore, great lords, be, as your titles witness, What news with thee, Æmilius?
Imperious, and impatient of your wrongs ; Æmil. Arm, arm, my lords; Rome never had | And, wherein Rome hath done you any scath,“ more cause !
Let him make treble satisfaction. The Goths have gather'd head; and, with a power 1 Goth. Brave slip, sprung from the great AnOf high-resolved men, bent to the spoil,
dronicus, They hither march amain, under conduct Whose name was once our terror, now our comfort; Of Lucius, son to old Andronicus ;
Whose high exploits, and honourable deeds, Who threats, in course of this revenge, to do Ingrateful Rome requites with foul contempt, As much as ever Coriolanus did.
Be bold in us : we'll follow where thou lead'st,-Sat. Is warlike Lucius general of the Goths ? Like stinging bees in hottest summer's day, These tidings nip me; and I hang the head Led by their master to the flower'd fields,As flowers with frost, or grass beat down with And be avengd on cursed Tamora. storms.
Goths. And, as he saith, so say we all with him. Ay, now begin our sorrows to approach :
Luc. I humbly thank him, and I thank you all. 'T'is he the common people love so much ; But who comes here, led by a lusty Goth? Myself hath often overheard them say (When I have walked like a private man,)
Enter a Goth, leading Aaron, with his child in That Lucius' banishment was wrongfully,
his arms. And they have wish'd that Lucius were their em- 2 Goth. Renowned Lucius, from our troops I peror.
stray'd, Tam. Why should you fear? is not your city|To gaze upon a ruinous monastery ; strong?
And as I earnestly did fix mine eye Sat. Ay, but the citizens favour Lucius ; Upon the wasted building, suddenly And will revolt from me, to succour him.
I heard a child cry underneath a wall : T'am. King, be thy thoughts imperious,2 like thy|| I made unto the noise ; when soon I heard
The crying babe controll'd with this discourse : Is the sun dimm'd, that gnats do fly in it? Peace, tawny slave ; half me, .Ind half thy dam! The eagle suffers little birds to sing,
Did not thy hue bewray whose brat thou art, And is not careful what they mean thereby ; Had nature lent thee but thy mother's look, Knowing that with the shadow of his wings, Villain, thou mightst have been an emperor : He can at pleasure stints their melody :
But where the bull and cow are both milk-white, Even so may'st thou the giddy men of Rome. They never do beget a coal-black calf. Then cheer thy spirit: for know, thou emperor; Peace, villain, peace !--even thus he rates the I will enchant the old Andronicus,
babe, With words more sweet, and yet more dangerous, For I must bear thee to a trusty Goth ; Than baits to fish, or honey-stalks to sheep; Who, when he knows thou art the empress' babe,
Will hold thee dearly for thy mother's sake. (1) Flatter. (2) Imperial. (3) Stop. (4) Harm. Il With this my weapon drawn, I rush'd upon him,
Surpris'd him suddenly; and brought him hither, Aar. Indeed, I was their tutor to instruct them; To use as you think needful of the man.
That codding spirit had they from their mother, Luc. O worthy Goth! this is the incarnate devil,|As sure a card as ever won the set : That robb'd Andronicus of his good hand : That bloody mind, I think, they learn'd of me, This is the pearl that pleas'd your empress' eye;' As true a dog as ever fought at head. And here's the base fruit of his burning lust. - Well, let my deeds be witness of my worth. Say, wall-ey'd slave, whither would'st thou convey | I train'd thy brethren to that guileful hole, This growing innage of thy fiend-like face? Where the dead corpse of Bassianus lay : Why dost not speak? What! deaf? No; not a I wrote the letter that thy father found, word?
And hid the gold within the letter mention'd, A halter, soldiers ; hang him on this tree, Confederate with the queen, and her two sons ; And by his side his fruit of bastardy.
And what not done, that thou hast cause to rue, Aar. Touch not the boy, he is of royal blood. Wherein I had no stroke of mischief in it?
Luc. Too like the sire for ever being good. - I play'd the cheater for thy father's band;
And almost broke my heart with extreme laughter. Get me a ladder.
I pry'd me through the crevice of a wall, (A ladder brought, which Aaron is obliged to When, for his hand, he had his two sons' heads ; ascend.
Beheld his tears, and laugh'd so heartily, Aar.
Lucius, save the child; That both mine eyes were rainy like to bis ; And bear it from me to the empress.
And when I told the empregs of this sport, If thou do this, I'll show thee wondrous things, She swounded almost at my pleasing tale, That highly may advantage thee to hear: And, for my tidings, gave me twenty kisses If thou wilt not, befall what may befall,
Goth. What! canst thou say all this, and never I'll speak no more; But vengeance rot you all!
blush ? Luc. Say on; and, if it please me which thou Aar. Ay, like a black dog, as the saying is. speak'st,
Luc. Art thou not sorry for these heinous deeds? Thy child shall live, and I will see it nourish'd. Aar. Ay, that I had not done a thousand more. Aar. An if it please thee? why, assure thee, Even now I curse the day (and yet, I think, Lucius,
Few come within the compass of my curse,)
Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it;
Accuse some innocent, and forswear myself:
Luc. Tell on thy mind; I say, thy child shall live. And bid the owners quench them with their tears.
Even when their sorrows almost were forgot; That granted, how canst thou believe an oath ? And on their skins, as on the bark of trees,
Aar. What if I do not ? as, indeed, I do not : Have with my knife carved in Roman letters, Yet,- for I know thou art religious,
Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead. And hast a thing within thee, called conscience; Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful things, With twenty popish tricks and ceremonies, As willingly as one would kill a fly; Which I have seen thee careful to observe, And nothing grieves me heartily indeed, Therefore I urge thy oath ;-For that, I know, But that I cannot do ten thousand more: An idiot holds his bauble for a god,
Luc. Bring down the devil; for he must not die
So I might have your company in hell,
Luc. Sirs, stop his mouth, and let him speak ng
Enter a Goth. press. Luc. O most insatiate, luxurious woman! Goth. My lord, there is a messenger from Rome,
Aar. Tut, Lucius! this was but a deed of charity,|| Desires to be admitted to your presence. To that which thou shalt hear of me anon.
Luc. Let him come near.'Twas her two sons that murder'd Bassianus :
Enter Æmilius. They cut thy sister's tongue, and ravish'd her, And cut her hands; and trimm'd her as thou Welcome, Æmilius, what's the news from Rome ? saw'st.
Æmil. Lord Lucius, and you princes of the Luc. O, détestable villain! call'st thou that trim
Goths, ming ?
The Roman emperor greets you all by me : Aar. Why, she was wash'd, and cut, and trimm'd;| And, for be understands you are in arms, and 'twas
He craves a parley at your father's house ; Trim sport for them that had the doing of it. Willing you to demand your hostages, Luc. O, barbarous, beastly villains, like thyself!||And they shall be immediately deliver’d.
1 Goth. What says our general? (1) Alluding to the proverb, “A black man is a Luc. Æmilius, let the emperor give his pledges pearl in a fair woman's eye.'
Unto my father and my uncle Marcus,