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Bass. Ay, noble Titus; and resolv'd withal
She will a handmaid be to his desires,
Marc. Suum cuique is our Roman justice:
Treason, my lord! Lavinia is surpris'd.
Exeunt LUCIUS, QUINTUS, and MARTIUS. Tit. Follow, my lord. and I'll soon bring her back.
Mut. My lord, you pass not here.
Luc. My lord, you are unjust, and more than so;
Tit. Nor thon, nor he, are any sons of mine;
Luc. Dead, if you will; but not to be his wife
Sat. No, Titus, no; the emperor needs her not.
Was there none else in Rome to make a stale
Sat. But go thy ways; go, give that changing
To him that flourish'd for her with his sword.
Sat. And therefore, lovely Tamora, Queen of
That like the stately Phoebe 'mongst her nymphs
And here I swear by all the Roman gods,
I will not re-salute the streets of Rome,
Tam. And here, in sight of heaven, to Rome
If Saturnine advance the Queen of Goths,
Your noble emperor, and his lovely bride,
Re-enter MARCUS, LUCIUS, QUINTUS, and
Mare. O Titus, see; O! see what thou hast done;
In a bad quarrel slain a virtuous son.
Tit. No, foolish tribune, no; no son of mine, Nor thou, nor these, confederates in the deed That hath dishonour'd all our family: Unworthy brother, and unworthy sons!
Luc. But let us give him burial, as becomes; Give Mutins burial with our brethren.
Tit. Traitors, away! he rests not in this tomb.
Quint., Mart. And shall, or him we will ac-
Quint. He that would vouch it in any place
Tit. What! would you bury him in my despite? Marc. No, noble Titus; but entreat of thee To pardon Mutius, and to bury him.
Tit. Marcus, even thou hast struck upon my crest,
And, with these boys, mine honour thou hast
My foes I do repute you every one;
Tit. Speak thou no more, if all the rest will speed.
Marc. Renowned Titus, more than half my soul,
The dismall'st day is this that e'er I saw,
Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomb.
He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause. Marc. My lord, to step out of these dreary dumps,
How comes it that the subtle Queen of Goths Is of a sudden thus advanc'd in Rome?
Tit. I know not, Marcus; but I know it is: Whether by device or no, the heavens can tell. Is she not then beholding to the man That brought her for this high good turn so far? Yes, and will nobly him remunerate.
Flourish. Re-enter, from one side, SATURNINUS, attended; TAMORA, DEMETRIUS, CHIRON, and AARON; from the other, BASSIANUS, LAVINIA, and Others.
Sat. So, Bassianus, you have play'd your prize: God give you joy, sir, of your gallant bride! 400 Bass. And you of yours, my lord! I say no more, Nor wish no less; and so I take my leave.
Sat. Traitor, if Rome have law or we have power,
Thou and thy faction shall repent this rape.
Bass. Rape call you it, my lord, to seize my own, My true-betrothed love and now my wife? But let the laws of Rome determine all; Meanwhile I am possess'd of that is mine.
Sat. 'Tis good, sir: you are very short with us; But, if we live, we'll be as sharp with you. 410
Bass. My lord, what I have done, as best I may, Answer I must and shall do with my life. Only thus much I give your grace to know: By all the duties that I owe to Rome, This noble gentleman, Lord Titus here, Is in opinion and in honour wrong'd; That, in the rescue of Lavinia, With his own hand did slay his youngest son, In zeal to you and highly mov'd to wrath To be controll'd in that he frankly gave: Receive him then to favour, Saturnine, That hath express'd himself in all his deeds A father and a friend to thee and Rome.
Tit. Prince Bassianus, leave to plead my deeds: 'Tis thou and those that have dishonour'd me. Rome and the righteous heavens be my judge, How I have lov'd and honour'd Saturnine!
Tam. My worthy lord, if ever Tamora Were gracious in those princely eyes of thine, Then hear me speak indifferently for all; And at my suit, sweet, pardon what is past.
Sat. What, madam! be dishonour'd openly, And basely put it up without revenge?
Tam. Not so, my lord; the gods of Rome forfend I should be author to dishonour you! But on mine honour dare I undertake For good Lord Titus' innocence in all, Whose fury not dissembled speaks his griefs. Then, at my suit, look graciously on him; Lose not so noble a friend on vain suppose, Nor with sour looks afflict his gentle heart. Aside to SATURNINUS. My lord, be rul'd by me, be won at last;
Dissemble all your griefs and discontents:
Take up this good old man, and cheer the heart That dies in tempest of thy angry frown.
Sat. Rise, Titus, rise; my empress hath prevail'd.
Tit. I thank your majesty, and her, my lord. These words, these looks, infuse new life in me. Tam. Titus, I am incorporate in Rome, A Roman now adopted happily, And must advise the emperor for his good. This day all quarrels die, Andronicus; And let it be mine honour, good my lord, That I have reconcil'd your friends and you For you, Prince Bassianus, I have pass'à My word and promise to the emperor, That you will be more mild and tractable. And fear not, lords, and you, Lavinia; By my advice, all humbled on your knees, You shall ask pardon of his majesty.
Luc. We do; and vow to heaven and to his highness,
That what we did was mildly, as we might,
Marc. That on mine honour here I do protest. Sat. Away, and talk not; trouble us no more. Tam. Nay, nay, sweet emperor, we must all be friends:
SCENE I.-Rome. Before the Palace.
Aar. Now climbeth Tamora Olympus' top, Safe out of fortune's shot; and sits aloft, Secure of thunder's crack or lightning flash, Advanc'd above pale envy's threat'ning reach.
The tribune and his nephews kneel for grace; I will not be denied: sweet heart, look back. Sat. Marcus, for thy sake, and thy brother's here,
And at my lovely Tamora's entreats,
I do remit these young men's heinous faults: Stand up.
Lavinia, though you left me like a churl,
Tit. To-morrow, an it please your majesty To hunt the panther and the hart with me, With horn and hound we'll give your grace bon jour.
Sat. Be it so, Titus, and gramercy too. Trumpets. Exeunt,
As when the golden sun salutes the morn,
Upon her wit doth earthly honour wait,
Away with slavish weeds and servile thoughts!
To wait, said I? to wanton with this queen, This goddess, this Semiramis, this nymph, This siren, that will charm Rome's Saturnine, And see his shipwreck and his commonweal's. Holla! what storm is this?
Enter DEMETRIUS and CHIRON, braving. Dem. Chiron, thy years want wit, thy wit wants edge,
And manners, to intrude where I am grac'd, And may, for aught thou know'st, affected be.
Chi. Demetrius, thou dost overween in all,
To serve, and to deserve my mistress' grace;
Aar. Clubs, clubs! these lovers will not keep the peace.
Dem. Why, boy, although our mother, unadvis'd,
Gave you a dancing-rapier by your side,
Chi. Meanwhile, sir, with the little skill I have, Full well shalt thou perceive how much I dare. Dem. Ay, boy, grow ye so brave? They draw. Why, how now, lords! So near the emperor's palace dare you draw, And maintain such a quarrel openly? Full well I wot the ground of all this grudge: I would not for a million of gold
The cause were known to them it most concerns;
That he hath breath'd in my dishonour here.
And with thy weapon nothing dar'st perform!
Now, by the gods that war-like Goths adore,
Why, lords, and think you not how dangerous
How furious and impatient they be,
And cannot brook competitors in love?
I tell you, lords, you do but plot your deaths
Dem. Why mak'st thou it so strange? She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd; She is a woman, therefore may be won; She is Lavinia, therefore must be lov'd. What, man! more water glideth by the mill Than wots the miller of; and easy it is Of a cut loaf to steal a shive, we know: Though Bassianus be the emperor's brother, Better than he have worn Vulcan's badge.
Aar. Aside. Ay, and as good as Saturninus may.
Faith, not me. Dem. Nor me, so I were one.
Aar. For shame, be friends, and join for that you jar:
'Tis policy and stratagem must do
That you affect; and so must you resolve,
And she shall file our engines with advice,
There serve your lusts, shadow'd from heaven's
And revel in Lavinia's treasury.
Chi. Thy counsel, lad, smells of no cowardice. Dem. Sit fas aut nefas, till I find the stream To cool this heat, a charm to calm these fits, Per Styga, per manes vehor. Exeunt.
SCENE II-A Forest.
Horns and cry of hounds heard.
Enter TITUS ANDRONICUS, with Hunters, etc.,
The fields are fragrant and the woods are green.
A cry of hounds, and horns winded in a peal.
Sat. And you have rung it lustily, my lords;
And to our sport. To TAMORA.
shall ye see
Our Roman hunting.
I have dogs, my lord, 20
Makes way, and run like swallows o'er the plain.
But hope to pluck a dainty doe to ground.
SCENE III-A lonely Part of the Forest.
Enter AARON, with a bag of gold.
Which, cunningly effected, will beget
Tam. My lovely Aaron, wherefore look'st thou
When every thing doth make a gleeful boast!
Be unto us as is a nurse's song
Of lullaby to bring her babe asleep.
Aar. Madam, though Venus govern your
Saturn is dominator over mine:
Even as an adder when she doth unroll
No, madam, these are no venereal signs:
This is the day of doom for Bassianus ;
Aar. No more, great empress; Bassianus
Be cross with him; and I'll go fetch thy sons
Enter BASSIANUS and LAVINIA.
Aar. He that had wit would think that I had Or is it Dian, habited like her,
To bury so much gold under a tree,
And never after to inherit it.
Let him that thinks of me so abjectly
Who hath abandoned her holy groves,
With horns, as was Actæon's; and the hounds
Lav. Under your patience, gentle empress,
to-day! "Tis pity ey should take him for a stag. Bass. Believe me, queen, your swarth Cim
Doth make your honour of his body's hue,
Why are you sequester'd from all your train,
Lav. And, being intercepted in your sport,
First thrash the corn, then after burn the straw.
And with that painted hope she braves your
And shall she carry this unto her grave?
Chi. An if she do, I would I were an eunuch. Drag hence her husband to some secret hole, And make his dead trunk pillow to our lust. 130
Tam. But when ye have the honey ye desire, Let not this wasp outlive, us both to sting.
Chi. I warrant you, madam, we will make that sure.
80 Come, mistress, now perforce we will enjoy That nice-preserved honesty of yours.
Lav. O Tamora! thou bear'st a woman's face,
T'am. I will not hear her speak; away with her!
Bass. The king my brother shall have note of this.
Lav. Ay, for these slips have made him noted
Tam. Give me thy poniard; you shall know, my, boys,
Your mother's hand shall right your mother's
Dem. How now, dear sovereign, and our gracious mother!
Why doth your highness look so pale and wan? Tam. Have I not reason, think you, to look pale?
These two have tic'd me hither to this place :
The trees, though summer, yet forlorn and lean,
Good king, to be so mightily abus'd!
Tam. Why have I patience to endure all this? As unrelenting flint to drops of rain.
Enter DEMETRIUS and CHIRON.
Unto the body of a dismal yew,
Dem. This is a witness that I am thy son.
For no name fits thy nature but thy own.
Lav. Sweet lords, entreat her hear me but a word.
Dem. Listen, fair madam: let it be your glory To see her tears; but be your heart to them 140
Lav. When did the tiger's young ones teach the dam ?
O! do not learn her wrath; she taught it thee; The milk thou suck'dst from her did turn to marble;
Even at thy teat thou hadst thy tyranny.
To CHIRON. Do thou entreat her show a
Chi. What would'st thou have me prove myself a bastard?
Lav. 'Tis true the raven doth not hatch a
Yet have I heard, O! could I find it now, 150
O! be to me, though thy hard heart say no,
Tam. I know not what it means; away with
Lav. O let me teach thee: for my father's sake,
That gave thee life when well he might have slain thee,
Be not obdurate, open thy deaf ears.
Tam. Hadst thou in person ne'er offended me,
The worse to her, the better lov'd of me.