Flourish. Enter the Tribunes and Senators aloft And then enter Saturninus and his Followers at one dooreand Bassianus and his Followers at the otherwith Drum & Colours.
Saturninus. Noble PatriciansPatrons of my right Defend the iustice of my Cause with Armes. And Countrey-menmy louing Followers Pleade my Successiue Title with your Swords. I was the first borne Sonnethat was the last That wore the Imperiall Diadem of Rome: Then let my Fathers Honours liue in me Nor wrong mine Age with this indignitie
Bassianus. RomainesFriendsFollowers Fauourers of my Right: If euer BassianusCęsars Sonne Were gracious in the eyes of Royall Rome Keepe then this passage to the Capitoll: And suffer not Dishonour to approach Th' Imperiall Seate to Vertue: consecrate To IusticeContinenceand Nobility: But let Desert in pure Election shine; And Romanesfight for Freedome in your Choice. Enter Marcus Andronicus aloft with the Crowne.
Princesthat striue by Factionsand by Friends Ambitiously for Rule and Empery: Knowthat the people of Rome for whom we stand A speciall Partyhaue by Common voyce In Election for the Romane Emperie Chosen AndronicusSur-named Pious For many good and great deserts to Rome. A Nobler mana brauer Warriour Liues not this day within the City Walles. He by the Senate is accited home From weary Warres against the barbarous Gothes That with his Sonnes (a terror to our Foes) Hath yoak'd a Nation strongtrain'd vp in Armes. Ten yeares are spentsince first he vndertooke This Cause of Romeand chasticed with Armes Our Enemies pride. Fiue times he hath return'd Bleeding to Romebearing his Valiant Sonnes In Coffins from the Field. And now at lastladen with Honours Spoyles Returnes the good Andronicus to Rome Renowned Titusflourishing in Armes. Let vs intreatby Honour of his Name Whom (worthily) you would haue now succeede And in the Capitoll and Senates right Whom you pretend to Honour and Adore That you withdraw youand abate your Strength Dismisse your Followersand as Suters should
Pleade your Deserts in Peace and Humblenesse
Saturnine. How fayre the Tribune speakes To calme my thoughts
Bassia. Marcus Andronicusso I do affie In thy vprightnesse and Integrity: And so I Loue and Honor theeand thine Thy Noble Brother Titusand his Sonnes And Her (to whom my thoughts are humbled all) Gracious LauiniaRomes rich Ornament That I will heere dismisse my louing Friends: And to my Fortunesand the Peoples Fauour Commit my Cause in ballance to be weigh'd.
Saturnine. Friendsthat haue beene Thus forward in my Right I thanke you alland heere Dismisse you all And to the Loue and Fauour of my Countrey Commit my Selfemy Personand the Cause: Romebe as iust and gracious vnto me As I am confident and kinde to thee. Open the Gatesand let me in
Bassia. Tribunesand mea poore Competitor.
Flourish. They go vp into the Senat house.
Enter a Captaine.
Cap. Romanes make way: the good Andronicus Patron of VertueRomes best Champion Successefull in the Battailes that he fights With Honour and with Fortune is return'd From whence he circumscribed with his Sword And brought to yoke the Enemies of Rome.
Sound Drummes and Trumpets. And then enter two of Titus Sonnes; After themtwo men bearing a Coffin couered with blackethen two other Sonnes. After themTitus Andronicusand then Tamora the Queene of Gothes& her two Sonnes Chiron and Demetriuswith Aaron the Mooreand othersas many as can bee: They set downe the Coffinand Titus speakes.
Andronicus. Haile Rome: Victorious in thy Mourning Weedes: Loe as the Barke that hath discharg'd his fraught Returnes with precious lading to the Bay From whence at first she weigh'd her Anchorage: Commeth Andronicus bound with Lawrell bowes To resalute his Country with his teares Teares of true ioy for his returne to Rome Thou great defender of this Capitoll Stand gracious to the Rites that we intend. Romainesof fiue and twenty Valiant Sonnes Halfe of the number that King Priam had Behold the poore remaines aliue and dead! These that Suruiuelet Rome reward with Loue: These that I bring vnto their latest home
With buriall amongst their Auncestors. Heere Gothes haue giuen me leaue to sheath my Sword: Titus vnkindeand carelesse of thine owne Why suffer'st thou thy Sonnes vnburied yet To houer on the dreadfull shore of Stix? Make way to lay them by their Bretheren.
They open the Tombe.
There greete in silence as the dead are wont And sleepe in peaceslaine in your Countries warres: O sacred receptacle of my ioyes Sweet Cell of vertue and Nobilitie How many Sonnes of mine hast thou in store That thou wilt neuer render to me more?
Luc. Giue vs the proudest prisoner of the Gothes That we may hew his limbesand on a pile Ad manus fratrumsacrifice his flesh: Before this earthly prison of their bones That so the shadowes be not vnappeas'd Nor we disturb'd with prodigies on earth
Tit. I giue him youthe Noblest that Suruiues The eldest Son of this distressed Queene
Tam. Stay Romaine Bretherengracious Conqueror Victorious Titusrue the teares I shed A Mothers teares in passion for her sonne: And if thy Sonnes were euer deere to thee Oh thinke my sonnes to be as deere to mee. Sufficeth notthat we are brought to Rome To beautifie thy Triumphsand returne Captiue to theeand to thy Romaine yoake But must my Sonnes be slaughtred in the streetes For Valiant doings in their Countries cause? O! If to fight for King and Common-weale Were piety in thineit is in these: Andronicusstaine not thy Tombe with blood. Wilt thou draw neere the nature of the Gods? Draw neere them then in being mercifull. Sweet mercy is Nobilities true badge Thrice Noble Titusspare my first borne sonne
Tit. Patient your selfe Madamand pardon me. These are the Brethrenwhom you Gothes beheld Aliue and deadand for their Bretheren slaine Religiously they aske a sacrifice: To this your sonne is marktand die he must T' appease their groaning shadowes that are gone
Luc. Away with himand make a fire straight And with our Swords vpon a pile of wood Let's hew his limbes till they be cleane consum'd.
Exit Sonnes with Alarbus.
Tamo. O cruell irreligious piety
Chi. Was euer Scythia halfe so barbarous?
Dem. Oppose me Scythia to ambitious Rome Alarbus goes to restand we suruiue To tremble vnder Titus threatning lookes. Then Madam stand resolu'dbut hope withall The selfe same Gods that arm'd the Queene of Troy
With opportunitie of sharpe reuenge Vpon the Thracian Tyrant in his Tent May fauour Tamora the Queene of Gothes (When Gothes were Gothesand Tamora was Queene) To quit the bloody wrongs vpon her foes. Enter the Sonnes of Andronicus againe.
Luci. See Lord and Fatherhow we haue perform'd Our Romaine rightesAlarbus limbs are lopt And intrals feede the sacrifising fire Whole smoke like incense doth perfume the skie. Remaineth nought but to interre our Brethren And with low'd Larums welcome them to Rome
Tit. Let it be soand let Andronicus Make this his latest farewell to their Soules.
Then Sound Trumpetsand lay the Coffins in the Tombe.
In peace and Honour rest you heere my Sonnes Romes readiest Championsrepose you heere in rest Secure from worldly chaunces and mishaps: Heere lurks no Treasonheere no enuie swels Heere grow no damned grudgesheere are no stormes No noysebut silence and Eternall sleepe In peace and Honour rest you heere my Sonnes. Enter Lauinia.
Laui. In peace and Honourliue Lord Titus long My Noble Lord and Fatherliue in Fame: Loe at this Tombe my tributarie teares I render for my Bretherens Obsequies: And at thy feete I kneelewith teares of ioy Shed on the earth for thy returne to Rome. O blesse me heere with thy victorious hand Whose Fortune Romes best Citizens applau'd
Ti. Kind Rome That hast thus louingly reseru'd The Cordiall of mine age to glad my hart Lauinia liueout-liue thy Fathers dayes: And Fames eternall date for vertues praise
Marc. Long liue Lord Titusmy beloued brother Gracious Triumpher in the eyes of Rome
Tit. Thankes Gentle Tribune Noble brother Marcus
Mar. And welcome Nephews from succesfull wars You that suruiue and you that sleepe in Fame: Faire Lords your Fortunes are all alike in all That in your Countries seruice drew your Swords. But safer Triumph is this Funerall Pompe That hath aspir'd to Solons Happines And Triumphs ouer chaunce in honours bed. Titus Andronicusthe people of Rome Whose friend in iustice thou hast euer bene Send thee by me their Tribune and their trust This Palliament of white and spotlesse Hue And name thee in Election for the Empire With these our late deceased Emperours Sonnes:
Be Candidatus thenand put it on And helpe to set a head on headlesse Rome
Tit. A better head her Glorious body fits Then his that shakes for age and feeblenesse: What should I don this Robe and trouble you Be chosen with proclamations to day To morrow yeeld vp ruleresigne my life And set abroad new businesse for you all. Rome I haue bene thy Souldier forty yeares And led my Countries strength successefully And buried one and twenty Valiant Sonnes Knighted in Fieldslaine manfully in Armes In right and Seruice of their Noble Countrie: Giue me a staffe of Honour for mine age But not a Scepter to controule the world Vpright he held it Lordsthat held it last
Mar. Titusthou shalt obtaine and aske the Emperie
Sat. Proud and ambitious Tribune can'st thou tell? Titus. Patience Prince Saturninus
Sat. Romaines do me right. Patricians draw your Swordsand sheath them not Till Saturninus be Romes Emperour: Andronicus would thou wert shipt to hell Rather then rob me of the peoples harts
Luc. Proud Saturnineinterrupter of the good That Noble minded Titus meanes to thee
Tit. Content thee PrinceI will restore to thee The peoples hartsand weane them from themselues
Bass. AndronicusI do not flatter thee But Honour theeand will doe till I die: My Faction if thou strengthen with thy Friend? I will most thankefull beand thankes to men Of Noble mindesis Honourable Meede
Tit. People of Romeand Noble Tribunes heere I aske your voyces and your Suffrages Will you bestow them friendly on Andronicus?
Tribunes. To gratifie the good Andronicus And Gratulate his safe returne to Rome The people will accept whom he admits
Tit. Tribunes I thanke youand this sure I make That you Create your Emperours eldest sonne Lord Saturninewhose Vertues will I hope Reflect on Rome as Tytans Rayes on earth And ripen Iustice in this Common-weale: Then if you will elect by my aduise Crowne himand say: Long liue our Emperour
Mar. An. With Voyces and applause of euery sort Patricians and Plebeans we Create Lord Saturninus Romes Great Emperour. And sayLong liue our Emperour Saturnine.
A long Flourish till they come downe.
Satu. Titus Andronicusfor 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 gentlenesse: And for an Onset Titus to aduance Thy Nameand Honorable Familie Lauinia will I make my Empresse Romes Royall MistrisMistris of my hart And in the Sacred Pathan her espouse: Tell me Andronicus doth this motion please thee?
Tit. It doth my worthy Lordand in this match I hold me Highly Honoured of your Grace And heere in sight of Rometo Saturnine King and Commander of our Common-weale The Wide-worlds Emperourdo I Consecrate My Swordmy Chariotand my Prisoners Presents well Worthy Romes Imperiall Lord: Receiue them thenthe Tribute that I owe Mine Honours Ensignes humbled at my feete
Satu. Thankes Noble TitusFather of my life How proud I am of theeand of thy gifts Rome shall recordand when I do forget The least of these vnspeakable Deserts Romans forget your Fealtie to me
Tit. Now Madam are you prisoner to an Emperour To him that for your Honour and your State Will vse you Nobly and your followers
Satu. A goodly Ladytrust me of the Hue That I would choosewere I to choose a new: Cleere vp Faire Queene that cloudy countenance Though chance of warre Hath wrought this change of cheere Thou com'st not to be made a scorne in Rome: Princely shall be thy vsage euery way. Rest on my wordand let not discontent Daunt all your hopes: Madam he comforts you Can make you Greater then the Queene of Gothes? Lauinia you are not displeas'd with this?
Lau. Not I my Lordsith true Nobilitie Warrants these words in Princely curtesie
Sat. Thankes sweete LauiniaRomans let vs goe: Ransomlesse heere we set our Prisoners free Proclaime our Honors Lords with Trumpe and Drum
Bass. Lord Titus by your leauethis Maid is mine
Tit. How sir? Are you in earnest then my Lord? Bass. I Noble Titusand resolu'd withall To doe my selfe this reasonand this right
Marc. Suum cuiquamis our Romane Iustice This Prince in Iustice ceazeth but his owne
Luc. And that he will and shallif Lucius liue
Tit. Traytors auantwhere is the Emperours Guarde? Treason my LordLauinia is surpris'd
Sat. Surpris'dby whom? Bass. By him that iustly may Beare his Betroth'dfrom all the world away
Muti. Brothers helpe to conuey her hence away And with my Sword Ile keepe this doore safe
Tit. Follow my Lordand Ile soone bring her backe
Mut. My Lord you passe not heere
Tit. What villaine Boybar'st me my way in Rome? Mut. Helpe Lucius helpe. He kils him
Luc. My Lord you are vniustand more then so In wrongfull quarrellyou haue slaine your son
Tit. Nor thounor he are any sonnes of mine My sonnes would neuer so dishonour me. Traytor restore Lauinia to the Emperour
Luc. Dead if you willbut not to be his wife That is anothers lawfull promist Loue. Enter aloft the Emperour with Tamora and her two sonnesand Aaron the Moore.
Empe. No Titusnothe Emperour needs her not Nor hernor theenor any of thy stocke: Ile trust by Leisure him that mocks me once. Thee neuer: nor thy Trayterous haughty sonnes Confederates allthus to dishonour me. Was none in Rome to make a stale But Saturnine? Full well Andronicus Agree these Deedswith that proud bragge of thine That said'stI beg'd the Empire at thy hands
Tit. O monstrouswhat reproachfull words are these?
Sat. But goe thy wayesgoe giue that changing peece To him that flourisht for her with his Sword: A Valliant sonne in-law thou shalt enioy: Onefit to bandy with thy lawlesse Sonnes To ruffle in the Common-wealth of Rome
Tit. These words are Razors to my wounded hart
Sat. And therefore louely Tamora Queene of Gothes That like the stately Thebe mong'st her Nimphs Dost ouer-shine the Gallant'st Dames of Rome If thou be pleas'd with this my sodaine choyse Behold I choose thee Tamora for my Bride And will Create thee Empresse of Rome. Speake Queene of Goths dost thou applau'd my choyse? And heere I sweare by all the Romaine Gods Sith Priest and Holy-water are so neere And Tapers burne so brightand euery thing In readines for Hymeneus stand I will not resalute the streets of Rome Or clime my Pallacetill from forth this place I leade espous'd my Bride along with me
Tamo. And heere in sight of heauen to Rome I sweare If Saturnine aduance the Queen of Gothes Shee will a Hand-maid be to his desires A louing Nursea Mother to his youth
Satur. Ascend Faire Queene
Panthean Lordsaccompany Your Noble Emperour and his louely Bride Sent by the heauens for Prince Saturnine Whose wisedome hath her Fortune Conquered There shall we Consummate our Spousall rites.
Tit. I am not bid to waite vpon this Bride: Titus when wer't thou wont to walke alone Dishonoured thus and Challenged of wrongs? Enter Marcus and Titus Sonnes.
Mar. O Titus see! O see what thou hast done! In a bad quarrellslaine a Vertuous sonne
Tit. No foolish Tribuneno: No sonne of mine Nor thounor these Confedrates in the deed That hath dishonoured all our Family Vnworthy brotherand vnworthy Sonnes
Luci. But let vs giue him buriall as becomes: Giue Mutius buriall with our Bretheren
Tit. Traytors awayhe rest's not in this Tombe: This Monument fiue hundreth yeares hath stood Which I haue Sumptuously re-edified. Heere none but Souldiersand Romes Seruitors Repose in Fame: None basely slaine in braules Bury him where you canhe comes not heere
Mar. My Lord this is impiety in you My Nephew Mutius deeds do plead for him He must be buried with his bretheren
Titus two Sonnes speakes. And shallor him we will accompany
Ti. And shall! What villaine was it spake that word? Titus sonne speakes. He that would vouch'd it in any place but heere
Tit. What would you bury him in my despight? Mar. No Noble Titusbut intreat of thee To pardon Mutiusand to bury him
Tit. MarcusEuen thou hast stroke vpon my Crest And with these Boyes mine Honour thou hast wounded My foes I doe repute you euery one. So trouble me no morebut get you gone
1.Sonne. He is not himselfelet vs withdraw
2.Sonne. Not I tell Mutius bones be buried.
The Brother and the sonnes kneele.
Mar. Brotherfor in that name doth nature plea'd
2.Sonne. Fatherand in that name doth nature speake
Tit. Speake thou no more if all the rest will speede
Mar. Renowned Titus more then halfe my soule
Luc. Deare Fathersoule and substance of vs all
Mar. Suffer thy brother Marcus to interre His Noble Nephew heere in vertues nest That died in Honour and Lauinia's cause. Thou art a Romainebe not barbarous: The Greekes vpon aduise did bury Aiax That slew himselfe: And Laertes sonne Did graciously plead for his Funerals: Let not young Mutius then that was thy ioy Be bar'd his entrance heere
Tit. Rise Marcusrise The dismall'st day is this that ere I saw To be dishonored by my Sonnes in Rome: Wellbury himand bury me the next. They put him in the Tombe.
Luc. There lie thy bones sweet Mutius with thy friends. Till we with Trophees do adorne thy Tombe.
They all kneele and say.
No man shed teares for Noble Mutius He liues in Famethat di'd in vertues cause. Enter.
Mar. My Lord to step out of these sudden dumps How comes it that the subtile Queene of Gothes Is of a sodaine thus aduanc'd in Rome?
Ti. I know not Marcus: but I know it is (Whether by deuise or no) the heauens can tell Is she not then beholding to the man That brought her for this high good turne so farre? Yesand will Nobly him remunerate.
Enter the EmperorTamoraand her two sonswith the Moore at one doore. Enter at the other doore Bassianus and Lauinia with others.
Sat. So Bassianusyou haue plaid your prize God giue you ioy sir of your Gallant Bride
Bass. And you of yours my Lord: I say no more Nor wish no lesseand so I take my leaue
Sat. Traytorif Rome haue lawor we haue power Thou and thy Faction shall repent this Rape
Bass. Rape call you it my Lordto cease my owne My true betrothed Loueand now my wife? But let the lawes of Rome determine all Meane while I am possest of that is mine
Sat. 'Tis good sir: you are very short with vs But if we liueweele be as sharpe with you
Bass. My Lordwhat I haue done as best I may Answere I mustand shall do with my life Onely thus much I giue your Grace to know By all the duties that I owe to Rome This Noble Gentleman Lord Titus heere
Is in opinion and in honour wrong'd That in the rescue of Lauinia With his owne hand did slay his youngest Son In zeale to youand highly mou'd to wrath. To be controul'd in that he frankly gaue: Receiue him then to fauour Saturnine That hath expre'st himselfe in all his deeds A Father and a friend to theeand Rome
Tit. Prince Bassianus leaue to plead my Deeds 'Tis thouand thosethat haue dishonoured me Rome and the righteous heauens be my iudge How I haue lou'd and Honour'd Saturnine
Tam. My worthy Lord if euer Tamora Were gracious in those Princely eyes of thine Then heare me speake indifferently for all: And at my sute (sweet) pardon what is past
Satu. What Madambe dishonoured openly And basely put it vp without reuenge?
Tam. Not so my Lord The Gods of Rome fore-fend I should be Authour to dishonour you. But on mine honour dareI vndertake For good Lord Titus innocence in all: Whose fury not dissembled speakes his griefes: Then at my sute looke graciously on him Loose not so noble a friend on vaine suppose Nor with sowre lookes afflict his gentle heart. My Lordbe rul'd by mebe wonne at last Dissemble all your griefes and discontents You are but newly planted in your Throne Least then the peopleand Patricians too Vpon a iust suruey take Titus part And so supplant vs for ingratitude Which Rome reputes to be a hainous sinne. Yeeld at intreatsand then let me alone: Ile finde a day to massacre them all And race their factionand their familie The cruell Fatherand his trayt'rous sonnes To whom I sued for my deare sonnes life. And make them know what 'tis to let a Queene. Kneele in the streetesand beg for grace in vaine. Comecomesweet Emperour(come Andronicus) Take vp this good old manand cheere the heart That dies in tempest of thy angry frowne
King. Rise Titusrise My Empresse hath preuail'd
Titus. I thanke your Maiestie And her my Lord. These wordsthese lookes Infuse new life in me
Tamo. TitusI am incorparate in Rome A Roman now adopted happily. 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 reconcil'd your friends and you. For you Prince BassianusI 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
Son. We doe And vow to heauenand to his Highnes That what we didwas mildlyas we might Tendring our sisters honour and our owne
Mar. That on mine honour heere I do protest
King. Away and talke nottrouble vs no more
Tamora. Naynay Sweet Emperourwe must all be friends The Tribune and his Nephews kneele for grace I will not be deniedsweet hart looke back
King. Marcus For thy sake and thy brothers heere And at my louely Tamora's intreats I doe remit these young mens haynous faults. Stand vp: Lauiniathough you left me like a churle I found a friendand sure as death I sware I would not part a Batchellour from the Priest. Comeif the Emperours Court can feast two Brides You are my guest Lauiniaand your friends: This day shall be a Loue-day Tamora
Tit. To morrow and it please your Maiestie To hunt the Panther and the Hart with me With horne and Hound Weele giue your Grace Bon iour
Satur. Be it so Titusand Gramercy to.
Flourish. Enter Aaron alone.
Aron. Now climbeth Tamora Olympus toppe Safe out of Fortunes shotand sits aloft Secure of Thunders cracke or lightning flash Aduanc'd about pale enuies threatning reach: As when the golden Sunne salutes the morne And hauing gilt the Ocean with his beames Gallops the Zodiacke in his glistering Coach And ouer-lookes the highest piering hills: So Tamora Vpon her wit doth earthly honour waite And vertue stoopes and trembles at her frowne. Then Aaron arme thy hartand fit thy thoughts To mount aloft with thy Emperiall Mistris And mount her pitchwhom thou in triumph long Hast prisoner heldfettred in amorous chaines And faster bound to Aarons charming eyes Then is Prometheus ti'de to Caucasus. Away with slauish weedesand idle thoughts I will be bright and shine in Pearle and Gold
To waite vpon this new made Empresse. To waite said I? To wanton with this Queene This Goddessethis Semirimisthis Queene. This Syrenthat will charme Romes Saturnine And see his shipwrackeand his Common weales. Hollowhat storme is this? Enter Chiron and Demetrius brauing.
Dem. Chiron thy yeres wants witthy wit wants edge And manners to intru'd where I am grac'd And may for ought thou know'st affected be
Chi. Demetriusthou doo'st ouer-weene in all And so in thisto beare me downe with braues 'Tis not the difference of a yeere or two Makes me lesse graciousor thee more fortunate: I am as ableand as fitas thou To serueand to deserue my Mistris grace And that my sword vpon thee shall approue And plead my passions for Lauinia's loue
Aron. Clubsclubsthese louers will not keep the peace
Dem. Why Boyalthough our mother (vnaduised) 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
Chi. Meane while sirwith the little skill I haue Full well shalt thou perceiue how much I dare
Deme. I Boygrow ye so braue?
Aron. Why how now Lords? So nere the Emperours Pallace dare you draw And maintaine such a quarrell openly? Full well I wotethe 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 dishonored in the Court of Rome: For shame put vp
Deme. Not Itill I haue sheath'd My rapier in his bosomeand withall Thrust these reprochfull speeches downe his throat That he hath breath'd in my dishonour heere
Chi. For that I am prepar'dand full resolu'd Foule spoken Coward That thundrest with thy tongue And with thy weapon nothing dar'st performe
Aron. A way I say. Now by the Gods that warlike Gothes adore This pretty brabble will vndoo vs all: Why Lordsand thinke you not how dangerous It is to set vpon a Princes right? What is Lauinia then become so loose Or Bassianus so degenerate That for her loue such quarrels may be broacht
Without controulementIusticeor reuenge? Young Lords bewareand should the Empresse know This discord groundthe musicke would not please
Chi. I care not Iknew she and all the world I loue Lauinia more then all the world
Demet. Youngling Learne thou to make some meaner choise Lauinia is thine elder brothers hope
Aron. Why are ye mad? Or know ye not in Rome How furious and impatient they be And cannot brooke Competitors in loue? I tell you Lordsyou doe but plot your deaths By this deuise
Chi. Aarona thousand deaths would I propose To atchieue her whom I do loue
Aron. To atcheiue herhow?
Deme. Whymak'st thou it so strange? Shee is a womantherefore may be woo'd Shee is a womantherfore may be wonne Shee is Lauinia therefore must be lou'd. What manmore water glideth by the Mill Then wots the Miller ofand easie it is Of a cut loafe to steale a shiue we know: Though Bassianus be the Emperours brother Better then he haue worne Vulcans badge
Aron. Iand as good as Saturninus may
Deme. Then why should he dispaire that knowes to court it With wordsfaire lookesand liberality: What hast not thou full often strucke a Doe And borne her cleanly by the Keepers nose?
Aron. Why then it seemes some certaine snatch or so Would serue your turnes
Chi. I so the turne were serued
Deme. Aaron thou hast hit it
Aron. Would you had hit it too Then should not we be tir'd with this adoo: Why harke yeeharke yeeand are you such fooles To square for this? Would it offend you then?
Chi. Faith not me
Deme. Nor meso I were one
Aron. For shame be friends& ioyne for that you iar: 'Tis pollicieand stratageme must doe That you affectand so must you resolue That what you cannot as you would atcheiue You must perforce accomplish as you may: Take this of meLucrece was not more chast Then this LauiniaBassianus loue A speedier course this lingring languishment Must we pursueand I haue found the path: My Lordsa solemne hunting is in hand. There will the louely Roman Ladies troope: The Forrest walkes are wide and spacious
And many vnfrequented plots there are Fitted by kinde for rape and villanie: Single you thither then this dainty Doe And strike her home by forceif not by words: This way or not at allstand you in hope. Comecomeour Empresse with her sacred wit To villainie and vengance consecrate Will we acquaint with all that we intend And she shall file our engines with aduise That will not suffer you to square your selues But to your wishes height aduance you both. The Emperours Court is like the house of Fame The pallace full of tonguesof eyesof eares: The Woods are ruthlessedreadfulldeafeand dull: There speakeand strike braue Boyes& take your turnes. There serue your lustsshadow'd from heauens eye And reuell in Lauinia's Treasurie
Chi. Thy counsell Lad smells of no cowardise
Deme. Sit fas aut nefastill I finde the streames To coole this heata Charme to calme their fits Per Stigia per manes Vehor.
Enter Titus Andronicus and his three sonnesmaking a noyse with hounds and hornesand Marcus.
Tit. The hunt is vpthe morne is bright and gray The fields are fragrantand the Woods are greene Vncouple heereand let vs make a bay And wake the Emperourand his louely Bride And rouze the Princeand ring a hunters peale That all the Court may eccho with the noyse. Sonnes let it be your chargeas it is ours To attend the Emperours person carefully: I haue bene troubled in my sleepe this night But dawning day new comfort hath inspir'd.
Heere a cry of houndesand winde hornes in a pealethen Enter SaturninusTamoraBassianusLauiniaChironDemetriusand their Attendants.
Ti. Many good morrowes to your Maiestie Madam to you as many and as good. I promised your Gracea Hunters peale
Satur. And you haue rung it lustily my Lords Somewhat to earely for new married Ladies
Bass. Lauiniahow say you? Laui. I say no: I haue bene awake two houres and more
Satur. Come on thenhorse and Chariots let vs haue And to our sport: Madamnow shall ye see Our Romaine hunting
Mar. I haue dogges my Lord
Will rouze the proudest Panther in the Chase And clime the highest Promontary top
Tit. And I haue horse will follow where the game Makes wayand runnes likes Swallowes ore the plaine Deme. Chiron we hunt not wewith Horse nor Hound But hope to plucke a dainty Doe to ground.
Enter Aaron alone.
Aron. He that had witwould thinke that I had none To bury so much Gold vnder a Tree And neuer after to inherit it. Let him that thinks of me so abiectly Know that this Gold must coine a Stratageme Which cunningly effectedwill beget A very excellent peece of villany; And so repose sweet Gold for their vnrest That haue their Almes out of the Empresse Chest. Enter Tamora to the Moore.
Tamo. My louely Aaron Wherefore look'st thou sad When euery thing doth make a Gleefull boast? The Birds chaunt melody on euery bush The Snake lies rolled in the chearefull Sunne The greene leaues quiuerwith the cooling winde And make a cheker'd shadow on the ground: Vnder their sweete shadeAaron let vs sit And whil'st the babling Eccho mock's the Hounds Replying shrilly to the well tun'd-Hornes As if a double hunt were heard at once Let vs sit downeand marke their yelping noyse: And after conflictsuch as was suppos'd. The wandring Prince and Dido once enioy'd When with a happy storme they were surpris'd And Curtain'd with a Counsaile-keeping Caue We may each wreathed in the others armes (Our pastimes done) possesse a Golden slumber Whiles Hounds and Hornesand sweet Melodious Birds Be vnto vsas is a Nurses Song Of Lullabieto bring her Babe asleepe
Aron. Madame Though Venus gouerne your desires Saturne is Dominator ouer mine: What signifies my deadly standing eye My silenceand my Cloudy Melancholie My fleece of Woolly hairethat now vncurles Euen as an Adder when she doth vnrowle To do some fatall execution? No Madamthese are no Veneriall signes Vengeance is in my heartdeath in my hand Bloodand reuengeare Hammering in my head. Harke Tamorathe Empresse of my Soule Which neuer hopes more heauenthen rests in thee This is the day of Doome for Bassianus; His Philomel must loose her tongue to day Thy Sonnes make Pillage of her Chastity And wash their hands in Bassianus blood. Seest thou this Lettertake it vp I pray thee And giue the King this fatall plotted Scrowle
Now question me no morewe are espied Heere comes a parcell of our hopefull Booty Which dreads not yet their liues destruction. Enter Bassianus and Lauinia.
Tamo. Ah my sweet Moore: Sweeter to me then life
Aron. No more great EmpresseBassianus comes Be crosse with himand Ile goe fetch thy Sonnes To backe thy quarrell what so ere they be
Bassi. Whom haue we heere? Romes Royall Empresse Vnfurnisht of our well beseeming troope? Or is it Dian habited like her Who hath abandoned her holy Groues To see the generall Hunting in this Forrest?
Tamo. Sawcie controuler of our priuate steps: Had I the powerthat some say Dian had Thy Temples should be planted presently. With Hornesas was Acteonsand the Hounds Should driue vpon his new transformed limbes Vnmannerly Intruder as thou art
Laui. Vnder your patience gentle Empresse 'Tis thought you haue a goodly gift in Horning And to be doubtedthat your Moore and you Are singled forth to try experiments: Ioue sheild your husband from his Hounds to day 'Tis pitty they should take him for a Stag
Bassi. Beleeue me Queeneyour swarth Cymerion Doth make your Honour of his bodies Hue Spotteddetestedand abhominable. Why are you sequestred from all your traine? Dismounted from your Snow-white goodly Steed And wandred hither to an obscure plot Accompanied with a barbarous Moore If foule desire had not conducted you?
Laui. And being intercepted in your sport Great reason that my Noble Lordbe rated For SaucinesseI pray you let vs hence And let her ioy her Rauen coloured loue This valley fits the purpose passing well
Bassi. The King my Brother shall haue notice of this
Laui. Ifor these slips haue made him noted long Good Kingto be so mightily abused
Tamora. Why I haue patience to endure all this? Enter Chiron and Demetrius.
Dem. How now deere Soueraigne And our gracious Mother Why doth your Highnes looke so pale and wan?
Tamo. Haue I not reason thinke you to looke pale. These two haue tic'd me hither to this place A barrendetested vale you see it is. The Trees though Sommeryet forlorne and leane Ore-come with Mosseand balefull Misselto. Heere neuer shines the Sunneheere nothing breeds Vnlesse the nightly Owleor fatall Rauen:
And when they shew'd me this abhorred pit They told me heere at dead time of the night A thousand Fiendsa thousand hissing Snakes Ten thousand swelling Toadesas many Vrchins Would make such fearefull and confused cries As any mortall body hearing it Should straite fall mador else die suddenly. No sooner had they told this hellish tale But strait they told me they would binde me heere Vnto the body of a dismall yew And leaue me to this miserable death. And then they call'd me foule Adulteresse Lasciuious Gothand all the bitterest 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 itas you loue your Mothers life Or be ye not henceforth cal'd my Children
Dem. This is a witnesse that I am thy Sonne.
Chi. And this for me Strook home to shew my strength
Laui. I come Semeramisnay Barbarous Tamora. For no name fits thy nature but thy owne
Tam. Giue me thy poyniardyou shal know my boyes Your Mothers hand shall right your Mothers wrong
Deme. Stay Madam heere is more belongs to her First thrash the Cornethen after burne the straw: This Minion stood vpon her chastity Vpon her Nuptiall vowher loyaltie. And with that painted hopebraues your Mightinesse And shall she carry this vnto her graue?
Chi. And if she doe I would I were an Eunuch Drag hence her husband to some secret hole And make his dead Trunke-Pillow to our lust
Tamo. But when ye haue the hony we desire Let not this Waspe out-liue vs both to sting
Chir. I warrant you Madam we will make that sure: Come Mistrisnow perforce we will enioy That nice-preserued honesty of yours
Laui. Oh Tamorathou bear'st a woman face
Tamo. I will not heare her speakeaway with her
Laui. Sweet Lords intreat her heare me but a word
Demet. Listen faire Madamlet it be your glory To see her tearesbut be your hart to them As vnrelenting flint to drops of raine
Laui. When did the Tigers young-ones teach the dam? O doe not learne her wrathshe taught it thee The milke thou suck'st from her did turne to Marble Euen at thy Teat thou had'st thy Tyranny
Yet euery Mother breeds not Sonnes alike Do thou intreat her shew a woman pitty
Chiro. What Would'st thou haue me proue my selfe a bastard?
Laui. 'Tis true The Rauen doth not hatch a Larke Yet haue I heardOh could I finde it now The Lion mou'd with pittydid indure To haue his Princely pawes par'd all away. Some saythat Rauens foster forlorne children The whil'st their owne birds famish in their nests: Oh be to me though thy hard hart say no Nothing so kind but something pittifull
Tamo. I know not what it meanesaway with her
Lauin. Oh let me teach thee for my Fathers sake That gaue thee life when well he might haue slaine thee: Be not obdurateopen thy deafe eares
Tamo. Had'st thou in person nere offended me. Euen for his sake am I pittilesse: Remember Boyes I powr'd forth teares in vaine To saue your brother from the sacrifice But fierce Andronicus would not relent Therefore away with herand vse her as you will The worse to herthe better lou'd of me
Laui. Oh Tamora Be call'd a gentle Queene And with thine owne hands kill me in this place For 'tis not life that I haue beg'd so long Poore I was slainewhen Bassianus dy'd
Tam. What beg'st thou then? fond woman let me go?
Laui. 'Tis present death I begand one thing more That womanhood denies my tongue to tell: Oh keepe me from their worse then killing lust And tumble me into some loathsome pit Where neuer mans eye may behold my body Doe thisand be a charitable murderer
Tam. So should I rob my sweet Sonnes of their fee No let them satisfie their lust on thee
Deme. Away For thou hast staid vs heere too long
Lauinia. No Grace No womanhood? Ah beastly creature The blot and enemy to our generall name Confusion fall
Chi. Nay then Ile stop your mouth Bring thou her husband This is the Hole where Aaron bid vs hide him
Tam. Farewell my Sonnessee that you make her sure Nere let my heart know merry cheere indeed Till all the Andronici be made away: Now will I hence to seeke my louely Moore And let my spleenefull Sonnes this Trull defloure. Enter.
Enter Aaron with two of Titus Sonnes.
Aron. Come on my Lordsthe better foote before Straight will I bring you to the lothsome pit Where I espied the Panther fast asleepe
Quin. My sight is very dull what ere it bodes
Marti. And mine I promise youwere it not for shame Well could I leaue our sport to sleepe a while
Quin. What art thou fallen? What subtile Hole is this Whose mouth is couered with Rude growing Briers Vpon whose leaues are drops of new-shed-blood As fresh as mornings dew distil'd on flowers A very fatall place it seemes to me: Speake Brother hast thou hurt thee with the fall?
Martius. Oh Brother With the dismal'st obiect That euer eye with sight made heart lament
Aron. Now will I fetch the King to finde them heere That he thereby may haue a likely gesse How these were they that made away his Brother.
Marti. Why dost not comfort me and helpe me out From this vnhallow'd and blood-stained Hole?
Quintus. I am surprised with an vncouth feare A chilling sweat ore-runs my trembling ioynts My heart suspects more then mine eie can see
Marti. To proue thou hast a true diuining heart Aaron and thou looke downe into this den And see a fearefull sight of blood and death
Quintus. Aaron is gone And my compassionate heart Will not permit mine eyes once to behold The thing whereat it trembles by surmise: Oh tell me how it isfor nere till now Was I a child to feare I know not what
Marti. Lord Bassianus lies embrewed heere All on a heape like to the slaughtred Lambe In this detesteddarkeblood-drinking pit
Quin. If it be darkehow doost thou know 'tis he?
Mart. Vpon his bloody finger he doth weare A precious Ringthat lightens all the Hole: Which like a Taper in some Monument Doth shine vpon the dead mans earthly cheekes And shewes the ragged intrailes of the pit: So pale did shine the Moone on Piramus When he by night lay bath'd in Maiden blood: O Brother helpe me with thy fainting hand. If feare hath made thee faintas mee it hath Out of this fell deuouring receptacle As hatefull as Ocitus mistie mouth
Quint. Reach me thy handthat I may helpe thee out Or wanting strength to doe thee so much good
I may be pluckt into the swallowing wombe Of this deepe pitpoore Bassianus graue: I haue no strength to plucke thee to the brinke
Martius. Nor I no strength to clime without thy help
Quin. Thy hand once moreI will not loose againe Till thou art heere aloftor I below Thou can'st not come to meI come to thee.
Both fall in.
Enter the EmperourAaron the Moore.
Satur. Along with meIle see what hole is heere And what he is that now is leapt into it. Saywho art thou that lately did'st descend Into this gaping hollow of the earth?
Marti. The vnhappie sonne of old Andronicus Brought hither in a most vnluckie houre To finde thy brother Bassianus dead
Satur. My brother dead? I know thou dost but iest He and his Lady both are at the Lodge Vpon the North-side of this pleasant Chase 'Tis not an houre since I left him there
Marti. We know not where you left him all aliue But out alasheere haue we found him dead. Enter TamoraAndronicusand Lucius.
Tamo. Where is my Lord the King? King. Heere Tamorathough grieu'd with killing griefe
Tam. Where is thy brother Bassianus? King. Now to the bottome dost thou search my wound Poore Bassianus heere lies murthered
Tam. Then all too late I bring this fatall writ The complot of this timelesse Tragedie And wonder greatly that mans face can fold In pleasing smiles such murderous Tyrannie.
She giueth Saturnine a Letter.
Saturninus reads the Letter. And if we misse to meete him hansomely Sweet huntsmanBassianus 'tis we meane Doe thou so much as dig the graue for him Thou know'st our meaninglooke for thy reward Among the Nettles at the Elder tree: Which ouer-shades the mouth of that same pit: Where we decreed to bury Bassianuss Doe this and purchase vs thy lasting friends
King. Oh Tamorawas euer heard the like? This is the pitand this the Elder tree Looke sirsif you can finde the huntsman out That should haue murthered Bassianus heere
Aron. My gracious Lord heere is the bag of Gold
King. Two of thy whelpesfell Curs of bloody kind
Haue heere bereft my brother of his life: Sirs drag them from the pit vnto the prison There let them bide vntill we haue deuis'd Some neuer heard-of tortering paine for them
Tamo. What are they in this pit Oh wondrous thing! How easily murder is discouered?
Tit. High Emperourvpon my feeble knee I beg this boonewith tearesnot lightly shed That this fell fault of my accursed Sonnes Accursedif the faults be prou'd in them
King. If it be prou'd? you see it is apparant Who found this LetterTamora was it you? Tamora. Andronicus himselfe did take it vp
Tit. I did my Lord Yet let me be their baile For by my Fathers reuerent Tombe I vow They shall be ready at your Highnes will To answere their suspition with their liues
King. Thou shalt not baile themsee thou follow me: Some bring the murthered bodysome the murtherers Let them not speake a wordthe guilt is plaine For by my soulewere there worse end then death That end vpon them should be executed
Tamo. Andronicus I will entreat the King Feare not thy Sonnesthey shall do well enough
Tit. Come Lucius come Stay not to talke with them.
Enter the Empresse Sonneswith Lauiniaher hands cut off and her tongue cut outand rauisht.
Deme. So now goe tell and if thy tongue can speake Who t'was that cut thy tongue and rauisht thee
Chi. Write downe thy mindbewray thy meaning so And if thy stumpes will let thee play the Scribe
Dem. See how with signes and tokens she can scowle
Chi. Goe home Call for sweet waterwash thy hands
Dem. She hath no tongue to callnor hands to wash. And so let's leaue her to her silent walkes
Chi. And t'were my causeI should goe hang my selfe
Dem. If thou had'st hands to helpe thee knit the cord.
Enter Marcus from huntingto Lauinia.
Who is thismy Neece that flies away so fast? Cosen a wordwhere is your husband? If I do dreamewould all my wealth would wake me; If I doe wakesome Planet strike me downe That I may slumber in eternall sleepe. Speake gentle Neecewhat sterne vngentle hands Hath loptand hew'dand made thy body bare Of her two branchesthose sweet Ornaments Whose circkling shadowesKings haue sought to sleep in And might not gaine so great a happines As halfe thy Loue: Why doost not speake to me? Alasa Crimson riuer of warme blood Like to a bubling fountaine stir'd with winde Doth rise and fall betweene thy Rosed lips Comming and going with thy hony breath. But sure some Tereus hath defloured thee And least thou should'st detect themcut thy tongue. Ahnow thou turn'st away thy face for shame: And notwithstanding all this losse of blood As from a Conduit with their issuing Spouts Yet doe thy cheekes looke red as Titans face Blushing to be encountred with a Cloud Shall I speake for thee? shall I say 'tis so? Oh that I knew thy hartand knew the beast That I might raile at him to ease my mind. Sorrow concealedlike an Ouen stopt. Doth burne the hart to Cinders where it is. Faire Philomela she but lost her tongue And in a tedious Sampler sowed her minde. But louely Neecethat meane is cut from thee A craftier Tereus hast thou met withall And he hath cut those pretty fingers off That could haue better sowed then Philomel. Oh had the monster seene those Lilly hands Tremble like Aspen leaues vpon a Lute And make the silken strings delight to kisse them He would not then haue toucht them for his life. Or had he heard the heauenly Harmony Which that sweet tongue hath made: He would haue dropt his knife and fell asleepe As Cerberus at the Thracian Poets feete. Comelet vs goeand make thy father blinde For such a sight will blinde a fathers eye. One houres storme will drowne the fragrant meades Whatwill whole months of teares thy Fathers eyes? Doe not draw backefor we will mourne with thee: Oh could our mourning ease thy misery.
Enter the Iudges and Senatours with Titus two sonnes bound passing on the Stage to the place of executionand Titus going before pleading.
Ti. Heare me graue fathersnoble Tribunes stay
For pitty of mine agewhose youth was spent
In dangerous warreswhilst you securely slept:
For all my blood in Romes great quarrell shed
For all the frosty nights that I haue watcht
And for these bitter teareswhich now you see
Filling the aged wrinkles in my cheekes Be pittifull to my condemned Sonnes Whose soules is not corrupted as 'tis thought: For two and twenty sonnes I neuer wept Because they died in honours lofty bed. Andronicus lyeth downeand the Iudges passe by him. For theseTribunesin the dust I write My harts deepe languorand my soules sad teares: Let my teares stanch the earths drie appetite. My sonnes sweet bloodwill make it shame and blush: O earth! I will be friend thee more with raine
That shall distill from these two ancient ruines Then youthfull Aprill shall with all his showres In summers drought: Ile drop vpon thee still In Winter with warme teares Ile melt the snow And keepe eternall spring time on thy face So thou refuse to drinke my deare sonnes blood. Enter Luciuswith his weapon drawne.
Oh reuerent Tribunesoh gentle aged men Vnbinde my sonnesreuerse the doome of death And let me say (that neuer wept before) My teares are now preualing Oratours
Lu. Oh noble fatheryou lament in vaine The Tribunes heare notno man is by And you recount your sorrowes to a stone
Ti. Ah Lucius for thy brothers let me plead Graue Tribunesonce more I intreat of you
Lu. My gracious Lordno Tribune heares you speake
Ti. Why 'tis no matter manif they did heare They would not marke me: oh if they did heare They would not pitty me. Therefore I tell my sorrowes bootles to the stones. Who though they cannot answere my distresse Yet in some sort they are better then the Tribunes For that they will not intercept my tale; When I doe weepethey humbly at my feete Receiue my tearesand seeme to weepe with me And were they but attired in graue weedes Rome could afford no Tribune like to these. A stone is as soft waxe Tribunes more hard then stones: A stone is silentand offendeth not And Tribunes with their tongues doome men to death. But wherefore stand'st thou with thy weapon drawne?
Lu. To rescue my two brothers from their death For which attempt the Iudges haue pronounc'st My euerlasting doome of banishment
Ti. O happy manthey haue befriended thee: Why foolish Luciusdost thou not perceiue That Rome is but a wildernes of Tigers? Tigers must prayand Rome affords no prey But me and mine: how happy art thou then From these deuourers to be banished? But who comes with our brother Marcus heere? Enter Marcus and Lauinia.
Mar. Titusprepare thy noble eyes to weepe Or if not sothy noble heart to breake: I bring consuming sorrow to thine age
Ti. Will it consume me? Let me see it then
Mar. This was thy daughter
Ti. Why Marcus so she is
Luc. Aye me this obiect kils me
Ti. Faint-harted boyarise and looke vpon her Speake Lauiniawhat accursed hand Hath made thee handlesse in thy Fathers sight? What foole hath added water to the Sea? Or brought a faggot to bright burning Troy? My griefe was at the height before thou cam'st And now like Nylus it disdaineth bounds: Giue me a swordIle chop off my hands too For they haue fought for Romeand all in vaine: And they haue nur'st this woe In feeding life: In bootelesse prayer haue they bene held vp And they haue seru'd me to effectlesse vse. Now all the seruice I require of them Is that the one will helpe to cut the other: 'Tis well Lauiniathat thou hast no hands For hands to do Rome seruiceis but vaine
Luci. Speake gentle sisterwho hath martyr'd thee?
Mar. O that delightfull engine of her thoughts That blab'd them with such pleasing eloquence Is torne from forth that pretty hollow cage Where like a sweet mellodius bird it sung Sweet varied notes inchanting euery eare
Luci. Oh say thou for her Who hath done this deed?
Marc. Oh thus I found her straying in the Parke Seeking to hide herselfe as doth the Deare That hath receiude some vnrecuring wound
Tit. It was my Deare And he that wounded her Hath hurt me morethen had he kild me dead: For now I stand as one vpon a Rocke Inuiron'd with a wildernesse of Sea. Who markes the waxing tide Grow waue by waue Expecting euer when some enuious surge Will in his brinish bowels swallow him. This way to death my wretched sonnes are gone: Heere stands my other sonnea banisht man And heere my brother weeping at my woes. But that which giues my soule the greatest spurne Is deere Lauiniadeerer then my soule. Had I but seene thy picture in this plight It would haue madded me. What shall I doe? Now I behold thy liuely body so? Thou hast no hands to wipe away thy teares Nor tongue to tell me who hath martyr'd thee: Thy husband he is deadand for his death
Thy brothers are condemn'dand dead by this. Looke Marcusah sonne Lucius looke on her: When I did name her brothersthen fresh teares Stood on her cheekesas doth the hony dew Vpon a gathred Lillie almost withered
Mar. Perchance she weepes because they kil'd her husband Perchance because she knowes him innocent
Ti. If they did kill thy husband then be ioyfull Because the law hath tane reuenge on them. Nonothey would not doe so foule a deede Witnes the sorrow that their sister makes. Gentle Lauinia let me kisse thy lips Or make some signes how I may do thee ease: Shall thy good Vncleand thy brother Lucius And thou and I sit round about some Fountaine Looking all downewards to behold our cheekes How they are stain'd in meadowesyet not dry With miery slime left on them by a flood: And in the Fountaine shall we gaze so long Till the fresh taste be taken from that cleerenes And made a brine pit with our bitter teares? Or shall we cut away our hands like thine? Or shall we bite our tonguesand in dumbe shewes Passe the remainder of our hatefull dayes? What shall we doe? Let vs that haue our tongues Plot some deuise of further miseries To make vs wondred at in time to come
Lu. Sweet Father cease your tearesfor at your griefe See how my wretched sister sobs and weeps
Mar. Patience deere Neecegood Titus drie thine eyes
Ti. Ah MarcusMarcusBrother well I wot Thy napkin cannot drinke a teare of mine For thou poore man hast drown'd it with thine owne
Lu. Ah my Lauinia I will wipe thy cheekes
Ti. Marke Marcus markeI vnderstand her signes Had she a tongue to speakenow would she say That to her brother which I said to thee. His Napkin with her true teares all bewet Can do no seruice on her sorrowfull cheekes. Oh what a simpathy of woe is this! As farre from helpe as Limbo is from blisse Enter Aron the Moore alone.
Moore. Titus Andronicusmy Lord the Emperour Sends thee this wordthat if thou loue thy sonnes Let MarcusLuciusor thy selfe old Titus Or any one of youchop off your hand And send it to the King: he for the same Will send thee hither both thy sonnes aliue And that shall be the ransome for their fault
Ti. Oh gracious Emperouroh gentle Aaron. Did euer Rauen sing so like a Larke That giues sweet tydings of the Sunnes vprise? With all my heartIle send the Emperour my hand
Good Aron wilt thou help to chop it off?
Lu. Stay Fatherfor that noble hand of thine That hath throwne downe so many enemies Shall not be sent: my hand will serue the turne My youth can better spare my blood then you And therfore mine shall saue my brothers liues
Mar. Which of your hands hath not defended Rome And rear'd aloft the bloody Battleaxe Writing destruction on the enemies Castle? Oh none of both but are of high desert: My hand hath bin but idlelet it serue To ransome my two nephewes from their death Then haue I kept it to a worthy end
Moore. Nay come agreewhose hand shall goe along For feare they die before their pardon come
Mar. My hand shall goe
Lu. By heauen it shall not goe
Ti. Sirs striue no moresuch withered hearbs as these Are meete for plucking vpand therefore mine
Lu. Sweet Fatherif I shall be thought thy sonne Let me redeeme my brothers both from death
Mar. And for our fathers sakeand mothers care Now let me shew a brothers loue to thee
Ti. Agree betweene youI will spare my hand
Lu. Then Ile goe fetch an Axe
Mar. But I will vse the Axe.
Ti. Come hither AaronIle deceiue them both Lend me thy handand I will giue thee mine
Moore. If that be cal'd deceitI will be honest And neuer whil'st I liue deceiue men so: But Ile deceiue you in another sort And that you'l say ere halfe an houre passe.
He cuts off Titus hand.
Enter Lucius and Marcus againe.
Ti. Now stay your strifewhat shall beis dispatcht: Good Aron giue his Maiestie my hand Tell himit was a hand that warded him From thousand dangers: bid him bury it: More hath it merited: That let it haue. As for my sonnessay I account of them As iewels purchast at an easie price And yet deere toobecause I bought mine owne
Aron. I goe Andronicusand for thy hand Looke by and by to haue thy sonnes with thee: Their heads I meane: Oh how this villany Doth fat me with the very thoughts of it. Let fooles doe goodand faire men call for grace
Aron will haue his soule blacke like his face. Enter.
Ti. O heere I lift this one hand vp to heauen And bow this feeble ruine to the earth If any power pitties wretched teares To that I call: what wilt thou kneele with me? Doe then deare heartfor heauen shall heare our prayers Or with our sighs weele breath the welkin dimme And staine the Sun with fogge as somtime cloudes When they do hug him in their melting bosomes
Mar. Oh brother speake with possibilities And do not breake into these deepe extreames
Ti. Is not my sorrow deepehauing no bottome? Then be my passions bottomlesse with them
Mar. But yet let reason gouerne thy lament
Titus. If there were reason for these miseries Then into limits could I binde my woes: When heauen doth weepedoth not the earth oreflow? If the windes ragedoth not the Sea wax mad Threatning the welkin with his big-swolne face? And wilt thou haue a reason for this coile? I am the Sea. Harke how her sighes doe flow: Shee is the weeping welkinI the earth: Then must my Sea be moued with her sighes Then must my earth with her continuall teares Become a deluge: ouerflow'd and drown'd: For whymy bowels cannot hide her woes But like a drunkard must I vomit them: Then giue me leauefor loosers will haue leaue To ease their stomackes with their bitter tongues Enter a messenger with two heads and a hand.
Mess. Worthy Andronicusill art thou repaid For that good hand thou sentst the Emperour: Heere are the heads of thy two noble sonnes. And heeres thy hand in scorne to thee sent backe: Thy griefestheir sports: Thy resolution mockt That woe is me to thinke vpon thy woes More then remembrance of my fathers death. Enter.
Marc. Now let hot aetna coole in Cicilie And be my heart an euer-burning hell: These miseries are more then may be borne. To weepe with them that weepedoth ease some deale But sorrow flouted atis double death
Luci. Ah that this sight should make so deep a wound And yet detested life not shrinke thereat: That euer death should let life beare his name Where life hath no more interest but to breath
Mar. Alas poore hart that kisse is comfortlesse As frozen water to a starued snake
Titus. When will this fearefull slumber haue an end?
Mar. Now farwell flatteriedie Andronicus Thou dost not slumbersee thy two sons heads Thy warlike handsthy mangled daughter here:
Thy other banisht sonnes with this deere sight Strucke pale and bloodlesseand thy brother I Euen like a stony Imagecold and numme. Ah now no more will I controule my griefes Rent off thy siluer hairethy other hand Gnawing with thy teethand be this dismall sight The closing vp of our most wretched eyes: Now is a time to stormewhy art thou still?
Titus. Hahaha Mar. Why dost thou laugh? it fits not with this houre
Ti. Why I haue not another teare to shed: Besidesthis sorrow is an enemy And would vsurpe vpon my watry eyes And make them blinde with tributarie teares. Then which way shall I finde Reuenges Caue? For these two heads doe seeme to speake to me And threat meI shall neuer come to blisse Till all these mischiefes be returned againe Euen in their throats that haue committed them. Come let me see what taske I haue to doe You heauie peoplecircle me about That I may turne me to each one of you And sweare vnto my soule to right your wrongs. The vow is madecome Brother take a head And in this hand the other will I beare. And Lauinia thou shalt be employd in these things: Beare thou my hand sweet wench betweene thy teeth: As for thee boygoe get thee from my sight Thou art an Exileand thou must not stay Hie to the Gothesand raise an army there And if you loue meas I thinke you doe Let's kisse and partfor we haue much to doe.
Luci. Farewell Andronicus my noble Father: The woful'st man that euer liu'd in Rome: Farewell proud Rometil Lucius come againe He loues his pledges dearer then his life: Farewell Lauinia my noble sister O would thou wert as thou to fore hast beene But nownor Lucius nor Lauinia liues But in obliuion and hateful griefes: If Lucius liuehe will requit your wrongs And make proud Saturnine and his Empresse Beg at the gates like Tarquin and his Queene. Now will I to the Gothes and raise a power To be reueng'd on Rome and Saturnine.
Enter AndronicusMarcusLauiniaand the Boy.
An. Sosonow sitand looke you eate no more Then will preserue iust so much strength in vs As will reuenge these bitter woes of ours. Marcus vnknit that sorrow-wreathen knot: Thy Neece and I (poore Creatures) want our hands And cannot passionate our tenfold griefe
With foulded Armes. This poore right hand of mine Is left to tirranize vppon my breast. Who when my hart all mad with misery Beats in this hollow prison of my flesh Then thus I thumpe it downe. Thou Map of woethat thus dost talk in signes When thy poore hart beates without ragious beating Thou canst not strike it thus to make it still? Wound it with sighing girlekil it with grones: Or get some little knife betweene thy teeth And iust against thy hart make thou a hole That all the teares that thy poore eyes let fall May run into that sinkeand soaking in Drowne the lamenting foolein Sea salt teares
Mar. Fy brother fyteach her not thus to lay Such violent hands vppon her tender life
An. How now! Has sorrow made thee doate already? Why Marcusno man should be mad but I: What violent hands can she lay on her life: Ahwherefore dost thou vrge the name of hands To bid Aeneas tell the tale twice ore How Troy was burntand he made miserable? O handle not the theameto talke of hands Least we remember still that we haue none Fiefiehow Frantiquely I square my talke As if we should forget we had no hands: If Marcus did not name the word of hands. Comelets fall tooand gentle girle eate this Heere is no drinke? Harke Marcus what she saies I can interpret all her martir'd signes She saiesshe drinkes no other drinke but teares Breu'd with her sorrow: mesh'd vppon her cheekes Speechlesse complaynerI will learne thy thought: In thy dumb actionwill I be as perfect As begging Hermits in their holy prayers. Thou shalt not sighe nor hold thy stumps to heauen Nor winkenor nodnor kneelenor make a signe; But I (of these) will wrest an Alphabet
And by still practicelearne to know thy meaning
Boy. Good grandsire leaue these bitter deepe laments Make my Aunt merrywith some pleasing tale
Mar. Alasthe tender boy in passion mou'd Doth weepe to see his grandsires heauinesse
An. Peace tender Saplingthou art made of teares And teares will quickly melt thy life away.
Marcus strikes the dish with a knife.
What doest thou strike at Marcus with knife
Mar. At that that I haue kil'd my Lorda Fly
An. Out on the murderour: thou kil'st my hart Mine eyes cloi'd with view of Tirranie: A deed of death done on the Innocent Becoms not Titus brother: get thee gone I see thou art not for my company
Mar. Alas (my Lord) I haue but kild a flie
An. But? How: if that Flie had a father and mother? How would he hang his slender gilded wings And buz lamenting doings in the ayer Poore harmelesse Fly That with his pretty buzing melody Came heere to make vs merry And thou hast kil'd him
Mar. Pardon me sir It was a blacke illfauour'd Fly Like to the Empresse Mooretherefore I kild him
An. Ooo Then pardon me for reprehending thee For thou hast done a Charitable deed: Giue me thy knifeI will insult on him Flattering my selfeas if it were the Moore Come hither purposely to poyson me. There's for thy selfeand thats for Tamora: Ah sirra Yet I thinke we are not brought so low But that betweene vswe can kill a Fly That comes in likenesse of a Cole-blacke Moore
Mar. Alas poore mangriefe ha's so wrought on him He takes false shadowesfor true substances
An. Cometake away: Lauiniagoe with me Ile to thy clossetand goe read with thee Sad storieschanced in the times of old. Come boyand goe with methy sight is young And thou shalt readwhen mine begin to dazell.
Enter young Lucius and Lauinia running after himand the Boy flies from her with his bookes vnder his arme. Enter Titus and Marcus.
Boy. Helpe Gransier helpemy Aunt Lauinia Followes me euery where I know not why. Good Vncle Marcus see how swift she comes Alas sweet AuntI know not what you meane
Mar. Stand by me Luciusdoe not feare thy Aunt
Titus. She loues thee boy too well to doe thee harme Boy. I when my father was in Rome she did
Mar. What meanes my Neece Lauinia by these signes?
Ti. Feare not Luciussomewhat doth she meane: See Lucius seehow much she makes of thee: Some whether would she haue thee goe with her. Ah boyCornelia neuer with more care Read to her sonnesthen she hath read to thee Sweet Poetryand Tullies Oratour: Canst thou not gesse wherefore she plies thee thus?
Boy. My Lord I know not Inor can I gesse Vnlesse some fit or frenzie do possesse her: For I haue heard my Gransier say full oft Extremitie of griefes would make men mad. And I haue read that Hecuba of Troy
Ran mad through sorrowthat made me to feare Although my LordI know my noble Aunt Loues me as deare as ere my mother did And would not but in fury fright my youth Which made me downe to throw my bookesand flie Causles perhapsbut pardon me sweet Aunt And Madamif my Vncle Marcus goe I will most willingly attend your Ladyship
Mar. Lucius I will
Ti. How now LauiniaMarcus what meanes this? Some booke there is that she desires to see Which is it girle of these? Open them boy But thou art deeper read and better skild Come and take choyse of all my Library And so beguile thy sorrowtill the heauens Reueale the damn'd contriuer of this deed. What booke? Why lifts she vp her armes in sequence thus?
Mar. I thinke she meanes that ther was more then one Confederate in the factI more there was: Or else to heauen she heaues them to reuenge
Ti. Lucius what booke is that she tosseth so? Boy. Grandsier 'tis Ouids Metamorphosis My mother gaue it me
Mar. For loue of her that's gone Perhaps she culd it from among the rest
Ti. Softso busily she turnes the leaues Helpe herwhat would she finde? Lauinia shall I read? This is the tragicke tale of Philomel? And treates of Tereus treason and his rape And rape I feare was roote of thine annoy
Mar. See brother seenote how she quotes the leaues
Ti. Lauiniawert thou thus surpriz'd sweet girle Rauisht and wrong'd as Philomela was? Forc'd in the ruthlessevastand gloomy woods? SeeseeI such a place there is where we did hunt (O had we neuerneuer hunted there) Patern'd by that the Poet heere describes By nature made for murthers and for rapes
Mar. O why should nature build so foule a den Vnlesse the Gods delight in tragedies?
Ti. Giue signes sweet girlefor heere are none but friends What Romaine Lord it was durst do the deed? Or slunke not Saturnineas Tarquin erst That left the Campe to sinne in Lucrece bed
Mar. Sit downe sweet Neecebrother sit downe by me AppolloPallasIoueor Mercury Inspire me that I may this treason finde. My Lord looke heerelooke heere Lauinia.
He writes his Name with his staffeand guides it with feete and mouth.
This sandie plot is plaineguide if thou canst This after meI haue writ my name Without the helpe of any hand at all.
Curst be that hart that forc'st vs to that shift: Write thou good Neeceand heere display at last What God will haue discouered for reuenge Heauen guide thy pen to print thy sorrowes plaine That we may know the Traytors and the truth.
She takes the staffe in her mouthand guides it with her stumps and writes.
Ti. Oh doe ye read my Lord what she hath writ? StuprumChironDemetrius
Mar. Whatwhatthe lustfull sonnes of Tamora Performers of this hainous bloody deed? Ti. Magni Dominator poli Tam lentus audis sceleratam lentus vides?
Mar. Oh calme thee gentle Lord: Although I know There is enough written vpon this earth To stirre 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 boythe Romaine Hectors hope And sweare with meas with the wofull Feere And father of that chast dishonoured Dame Lord Iunius Brutus sweare for Lucrece rape That we will prosecute (by good aduise) Mortall reuenge vpon these traytorous Gothes And see their bloodor die with this reproach
Ti. Tis sure enoughand you knew how. But if you hunt these Beare-whelpesthen beware The Dam will wakeand if she winde you once Shee's with the Lyon deepely still in league. And lulls him whilst she playeth on her backe And when he sleepes will she do what she list. You are a young huntsman Marcuslet it alone: And comeI will goe get a leafe of brasse And with a Gad of steele will write these words And lay it by: the angry Northerne winde Will blow these sands like Sibels leaues abroad And wheres your lesson then. Boy what say you?
Boy. I say my Lordthat if I were a man Their mothers bed-chamber should not be safe For these bad bond-men to the yoake of Rome
Mar. I that's my boythy father hath full oft For his vngratefull country done the like
Boy. And Vncle so will Iand if I liue
Ti. Come goe with me into mine Armorie Lucius Ile fit theeand withallmy boy Shall carry from me to the Empresse sonnes Presents that I intend to send them both Comecomethou'lt do thy messagewilt thou not?
Boy. I with my dagger in their bosomes Grandsire:
Ti. No boy not soIle teach thee another course Lauinia comeMarcus looke to my house Lucius and Ile goe braue it at the Court I marry will we sirand weele be waited on.
Mar. O heauens! Can you heare a good man grone And not relentor not compassion him? Marcus attend him in his extasie That hath more scars of sorrow in his heart Then foe-mens markes vpon his batter'd shield But yet so iustthat he will not reuenge Reuenge the heauens for old Andronicus.
Enter AronChiron and Demetrius at one dore: and at another dore young Lucius and anotherwith a bundle of weaponsand verses writ vpon them.
Chi. Demetrius heeres the sonne of Lucius He hath some message to deliuer vs
Aron. I some mad message from his mad Grandfather
Boy. My Lordswith all the humblenesse I may I greete your honours from Andronicus And pray the Romane Gods confound you both
Deme. Gramercie louely Luciuswhat's the newes? For villanie's markt with rape. May it please you My Grandsire well aduis'd hath sent by me The goodliest weapons of his Armorie To gratifie your honourable youth The hope of Romefor so he bad me say: And so I do and with his gifts present Your Lordshipswhen euer you haue need You may be armed and appointed well And so I leaue you both: like bloody villaines.
Deme. What's heere? a scrole& written round about? Let's see. Integer vitę scelerisque purusnon egit maury iaculis nec arcus
Chi. O 'tis a verse in HoraceI know it well. I read it in the Grammer long agoe
Moore. I iusta verse in Horace: rightyou haue it Now what a thing it is to be an Asse? Heer's no sound iestthe old man hath found their guilt And sends the weapons wrapt about with lines That wound (beyond their feeling) to the quick: But were our witty Empresse well a foot She would applaud Andronicus conceit: But let her restin her vnrest a while. And now young Lordswas't not a happy starre Led vs to Rome strangersand more then so; Captiuesto be aduanced to this height? It did me good before the Pallace gate To braue the Tribune in his brothers hearing
Deme. But me more goodto see so great a Lord Basely insinuateand send vs gifts
Moore. Had he not reason Lord Demetrius? Did you not vse his daughter very friendly? Deme. I would we had a thousand Romane Dames
At such a bayby turne to serue our lust
Chi. A charitable wishand full of loue
Moore. Heere lack's but your mother for to sayAmen
Chi. And that would she for twenty thousand more
Deme. Comelet vs goand pray to all the Gods For our beloued mother in her paines
Moore. Pray to the deuilsthe gods haue giuen vs ouer.
Dem. Why do the Emperors trumpets flourish thus? Chi. Belike for ioy the Emperour hath a sonne
Deme. Softwho comes heere? Enter Nurse with a blacke a Moore childe.
Nur. Good morrow Lords: O tell medid you see Aaron the Moore? Aron. Wellmore or lesseor nere a whit at all Heere Aaron isand what with Aaron now? Nurse. Oh gentle Aaronwe are all vndone. Now helpeor woe betide thee euermore
Aron. Whywhat a catterwalling dost thou keepe? What dost thou wrap and fumble in thine armes?
Nurse. O that which I would hide from heauens eye Our Empresse shameand stately Romes disgrace She is deliuered Lordsshe is deliuered
Aron. To whom? Nurse. I meane she is brought a bed? Aron. Wel God giue her good rest
What hath he sent her? Nurse. A deuill
Aron. Why then she is the Deuils Dam: a ioyfull issue
Nurse. A ioylessedismallblacke &sorrowfull issue Heere is the babe as loathsome as a toad Among'st the fairest breeders of our clime The Empresse sends it theethy stampethy seale And bids thee christen it with thy daggers point
Aron. Out you whoreis black so base a hue? Sweet blowseyou are a beautious blossome sure
Deme. Villaine what hast thou done? Aron. That which thou canst not vndoe
Chi. Thou hast vndone our mother
Deme. And therein hellish dogthou hast vndone Woe to her chanceand damn'd her loathed choyce Accur'st the off-spring of so foule a fiend
Chi. It shall not liue
Aron. It shall not die
Nurse. Aaron it mustthe mother wils it so
Aron. Whatmust it Nurse? Then let no man but I Doe execution on my flesh and blood
Deme. Ile broach the Tadpole on my Rapiers point: Nurse giue it memy sword shall soone dispatch it
Aron. Sooner this sword shall plough thy bowels vp. Stay murtherous villaineswill you kill your brother? Now by the burning Tapers of the skie That shone so brightly when this Boy was got He dies vpon my Semitars sharpe point That touches this my first borne sonne and heire. I tell you younglingsnot Enceladus With all his threatning band of Typhons broode Nor great Alcidesnor the God of warre Shall ceaze this prey out of his fathers hands: Whatwhatye sanguine shallow harted Boyes Ye white-limb'd wallsye Ale-house painted signes Cole-blacke is better then another hue In that it scornes to beare another hue: For all the water in the Ocean Can neuer turne the Swans blacke legs to white Although she laue them hourely in the flood: Tell the Empresse from meI am of age To keepe mine owneexcuse it how she can
Deme. Wilt thou betray thy noble mistris thus?
Aron. My mistris is my mistris: this my selfe The vigourand the picture of my youth: Thisbefore all the world do I preferre This mauger all the world will I keepe safe Or some of you shall smoake for it in Rome
Deme. By this our mother is for euer sham'd
Chi. Rome will despise her for this foule escape
Nur. The Emperour in his rage will doome her death
Chi. I blush to thinke vpon this ignominie
Aron. Why ther's the priuiledge your beauty beares: Fie trecherous huethat will betray with blushing The close enacts and counsels of the hart: Heer's a young Lad fram'd of another leere Looke how the blacke slaue smiles vpon the father; As who should sayold Lad I am thine owne. He is your brother Lordssensibly fed Of that selfe blood that first gaue life to you And from that wombe where you imprisoned were He is infranchised and come to light: Nay he is your brother by the surer side Although my seale be stamped in his face
Nurse. Aaron what shall I say vnto the Empresse?
Dem. Aduise thee Aaronwhat is to be done And we will all subscribe to thy aduise: Saue thou the childso we may all be safe
Aron. Then sit we downe and let vs all consult. My sonne and I will haue the winde of you: Keepe therenow talke at pleasure of your safety
Deme. How many women saw this childe of his?
Aron. Why so braue Lordswhen we ioyne in league I am a Lambe: but if you braue the Moore The chafed Borethe mountaine Lyonesse The Ocean swells not so as Aaron stormes: But say againehow many saw the childe?
Nurse. Corneliathe midwifeand my selfe And none else but the deliuered Empresse
Aron. The Empressethe Midwifeand your selfe Two may keepe counsellwhen the third's away: Goe to the Empressetell her this I said
He kils her
Weekeweekeso cries a Pigge prepared to th' spit
Deme. What mean'st thou Aron? Wherefore did'st thou this?
Aron. O Lord sir'tis a deed of pollicie? Shall she liue to betray this guilt of our's: A long tongu'd babling Gossip? No Lords no: And now be it knowne to you my full intent. Not farreone Muliteus my Country-man His wife but yesternight was brought to bed His childe is like to herfaire as you are: Goe packe with themand giue the mother gold And tell them both the circumstance of all And how by this their Childe shall be aduaunc'd And be receiued for the Emperours heyre And substituted in the place of mine To calme this tempest whirling in the Court And let the Emperour dandle him for his owne Harke ye Lordsye see I haue giuen her physicke And you must needs bestow her funerall The fields are neereand you are gallant Groomes: This donesee that you take no longer daies But send the Midwife presently to me. The Midwife and the Nurse well made away Then let the Ladies tattle what they please
Chi. Aaron I see thou wilt not trust the ayre with secrets
Deme. For this care of Tamora Her selfeand hers are highly bound to thee.
Aron. Now to the Gothesas swift as Swallow flies There to dispose this treasure in mine armes And secretly to greete the Empresse friends: Come on you thick-lipt-slaueIle beare you hence For it is you that puts vs to our shifts: Ile make you feed on berriesand on rootes And feed on curds and whayand sucke the Goate And cabbin in a Caueand bring you vp To be a warriourand command a Campe.
Enter Titusold Marcusyoung Luciusand other gentlemen with bowesand Titus beares the arrowes with Letters on the end of them.
Tit. Come Marcuscomekinsmen this is the way. Sir Boy let me see your Archerie Looke yee draw home enoughand 'tis there straight: Terras Astrea reliquitbe you remembred Marcus. She's goneshe's fledsirs take you to your tooles You Cosens shall goe sound the Ocean: And cast your netshaply you may find her in the Sea Yet ther's as little iustice as at Land: No Publius and Semproniusyou must doe it 'Tis you must dig with Mattockeand 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 iusticeand for aide And that it comes from old Andronicus Shaken with sorrowes in vngratefull Rome. Ah Rome! WellwellI made thee miserable What time I threw the peoples suffrages On him that thus doth tyrannize ore me. Goe get you goneand pray be carefull all And leaue you not a man of warre vnsearcht This wicked Emperour may haue shipt her hence And kinsmen then we may goe pipe for iustice
Marc. O Publius is not this a heauie case To see thy Noble Vnckle thus distract?
Publ. Therefore my Lords it highly vs concernes By day and night t' attend him carefully: And feede his humour kindely as we may Till time beget some carefull remedie
Marc. Kinsmenhis sorrowes are past remedie. Ioyne with the Gothesand with reuengefull warre Take wreake on Rome for this ingratitude And vengeance on the Traytor Saturnine
Tit. Publius how now? how now my Maisters? What haue you met with her?
Publ. No my good Lordbut Pluto sends you word If you will haue reuenge from hell you shall Marrie for iustice she is so imploy'd He thinkes with Ioue in heauenor some where else: So that perforce you must needs stay a time
Tit. He doth me wrong to feed me with delayes Ile diue into the burning Lake below And pull her out of Acaron by the heeles. Marcus we are but shrubsno Cedars we No big-bon'd-menfram'd of the Cyclops size But mettall Marcus steele to the very backe Yet wrung with wrongs more then our backe can beare: And sith there's no iustice in earth nor hell We will sollicite heauenand moue the Gods To send downe Iustice for to wreake our wrongs: Come to this geareyou are a good Archer Marcus.
He giues them the Arrowes.
Ad Iouemthat's for you: here ad Appollonem Ad Martemthat's for my selfe Heere Boy to Pallasheere to Mercury To Saturnineto Caiusnot to Saturnine You were as good to shoote against the winde. Too it BoyMarcus loose when I bid:
Of my wordI haue written to effect Ther's not a God left vnsollicited
Marc. Kinsmenshoot all your shafts into the Court We will afflict the Emperour in his pride
Tit. Now Maisters drawOh well said Lucius: Good Boy in Virgoes lapgiue it Pallas
Marc. My LordI aime a Mile beyond the Moone Your letter is with Iupiter by this
Tit. HahaPubliusPubliuswhat hast thou done? Seeseethou hast shot off one of Taurus hornes
Mar. This was the sport my Lordwhen Publius shot The Bull being gal'dgaue Aries such a knocke That downe fell both the Rams hornes in the Court And who should finde them but the Empresse villaine: She laughtand told the Moore he should not choose But giue them to his Maister for a present
Tit. Why there it goesGod giue your Lordship ioy. Enter the Clowne with a basket and two Pigeons in it.
Titus. Newesnewesfrom heauen Marcus the poast is come. Sirrahwhat tydings? haue you any letters? Shall I haue Iusticewhat sayes Iupiter?
Clowne. Ho the Iibbetmakerhe sayes that he hath taken them downe againefor the man must not be hang'd till the next weeke
Tit. But what sayes Iupiter I aske thee? Clowne. Alas sir I know not Iupiter: I neuer dranke with him in all my life
Tit. Why villaine art not thou the Carrier? Clowne. I of my Pigions sirnothing else
Tit. Whydid'st thou not come from heauen?
Clowne. From heauen? Alas sirI neuer came there God forbid I should be so boldto presse to heauen in my young dayes. Why I am going with my pigeons to the Tribunall Plebsto take vp a matter of brawlebetwixt my Vncleand one of the Emperialls men
Mar. Why sirthat is as fit as can be to serue for your Orationand let him deliuer the Pigions to the Emperour from you
Tit. Tell meecan you deliuer an Oration to the Emperour with a Grace? Clowne. Nay truely sirI could neuer say grace in all my life
Tit. Sirrah come hithermake no more adoe But giue your Pigeons to the Emperour By me thou shalt haue Iustice at his hands. Holdholdmeane while her's money for thy charges. Giue me pen and inke. Sirrahcan you with a Grace deliuer a Supplication?
Clowne. I sir Titus. Then here is a Supplication for youand when
you come to himat the first approach you must kneele then kisse his footethen deliuer vp your Pigeonsand then looke for your reward. Ile be at hand sirsee you do it brauely
Clowne. I warrant you sirlet me alone
Tit. Sirrha hast thou a knife? Come let me see it.
Heere Marcusfold it in the Oration
For thou hast made it like an humble Suppliant:
And when thou hast giuen it the Emperour
Knocke at my doreand tell me what he sayes
Clowne. God be with you sirI will. Enter.
Tit. Come Marcus let vs goePublius follow me.
Enter Emperour and Empresseand her two sonnesthe Emperour brings the Arrowes in his hand that Titus shot at him.
Satur. Why Lords
What wrongs are these? was euer seene
An Emperour in Rome thus ouerborne
TroubledConfronted thusand for the extent
Of egall iusticevs'd in such contempt?
My Lordsyou know the mightfull Gods
(How euer these disturbers of our peace
Buz in the peoples eares) there nought hath past
But euen with law against the willfull Sonnes
Of old Andronicus. And what and if
His sorrowes haue so ouerwhelm'd his wits
Shall we be thus afflicted in his wreakes
His fitshis frenzieand his bitternesse?
And now he writes to heauen for his redresse.
Seeheeres to Ioueand this to Mercury
This to Apollothis to the God of warre:
Sweet scrowles to flie about the streets of Rome:
What's this but Libelling against the Senate
And blazoning our Iniustice euery where?
A goodly humouris it not my Lords?
As who would sayin Rome no Iustice were.
But if I liuehis fained extasies
Shall be no shelter to these outrages:
But he and his shall knowthat Iustice liues
In Saturninus health; whom if he sleepe
Hee'l so awakeas he in fury shall
Cut off the proud'st Conspirator that liues
Tamo. My gracious Lordmy louely Saturnine
Lord of my lifeCommander of my thoughts
Calme theeand beare the faults of Titus age
Th' effects of sorrow for his valiant Sonnes
Whose losse hath pier'st him deepeand scar'd his heart;
And rather comfort his distressed plight
Then prosecute the meanest or the best
For these contempts. Why thus it shall become
High witted Tamora to glose with all:
But TitusI haue touch'd thee to the quicke Thy life blood out: If Aaron now be wise Then is all safethe Anchor's in the Port. Enter Clowne.
How now good fellowwould'st thou speake with vs? Clow. Yea forsoothand your Mistership be Emperiall
Tam. Empresse I ambut yonder sits the Emperour
Clo. 'Tis he; God & Saint Stephen giue you good den; I haue brought you a Letter& a couple of Pigions heere.
He reads the Letter.
Satu. Goe take him awayand hang him presently
Clowne. How much money must I haue? Tam. Come sirrah you must be hang'd
Clow. Hang'd? ber Ladythen I haue brought vp a neck to a faire end. Enter.
Satu. Despightfull and intollerable wrongs Shall I endure this monstrous villany? I know from whence this same deuise proceedes: May this be borne? As if his traytrous Sonnes That dy'd by law for murther of our Brother Haue by my meanes beene butcher'd wrongfully? Goe dragge the villaine hither by the haire Nor Agenor Honourshall shape priuiledge: For this proud mockeIle be thy slaughter man: Sly franticke wretchthat holp'st to make me great In hope thy selfe should gouerne Rome and me. Enter Nuntius Emillius.
Satur. What newes with thee Emillius?
Emil. Arme my LordsRome neuer had more cause The Gothes haue gather'd headand with a power Of high resolued menbent to the spoyle They hither march amainevnder conduct Of LuciusSonne to old Andronicus: Who threats in course of this reuenge to do As much as euer Coriolanus did
King. Is warlike Lucius Generall of the Gothes? These tydings nip meand I hang the head As flowers with frostor grasse beat downe with stormes: Inow begins our sorrowes to approach 'Tis he the common people loue so much My selfe hath often heard them say (When I haue walked like a priuate man) That Lucius banishment was wrongfully And they haue wisht that Lucius were their Emperour
Tam. Why should you feare? Is not our City strong? King. Ibut the Cittizens fauour Lucius And will reuolt from meto succour him
Tam. Kingbe thy thoughts Imperious like thy name. Is the Sunne dim'dthat Gnats do flie in it? The Eagle suffers little Birds to sing And is not carefull what they meane thereby
Knowing that with the shadow of his wings He can at pleasure stint their melodie. Euen so mayest thouthe giddy men of Rome Then cheare thy spiritfor know thou Emperour I will enchaunt the old Andronicus With words more sweetand yet more dangerous Then baites to fishor hony stalkes to sheepe When as the one is wounded with the baite The other rotted with delicious foode
King. But he will not entreat his Sonne for vs
Tam. If Tamora entreat himthen he will For I can smooth and fill his aged eare With golden promisesthat were his heart Almost Impregnablehis old eares deafe Yet should both eare and heartobey my tongue. Goe thou before to our Embassadour Saythat the Emperour requests a parly Of warlike Luciusand appoint the meeting
King. Emillius do this message Honourably And if he stand in Hostage for his safety Bid him demaund what pledge will please him best
Emill. Your bidding shall I do effectually. Enter.
Tam. Now will I to that old Andronicus And temper him with all the Art I haue To plucke proud Lucius from the warlike Gothes. And now sweet Emperour be blithe againe And bury all thy feare in my deuises
Satu. Then goe successantly and plead for him. Enter.
Flourish. Enter Lucius with an Army of Gotheswith Drum and Souldiers.
Luci. Approued warrioursand my faithfull Friends I haue receiued Letters from great Rome Which signifies what hate they beare their Emperour And how desirous of our sight they are. Therefore great Lordsbe as your Titles witnesse Imperious and impatient of your wrongs And wherein Rome hath done you any scathe Let him make treble satisfaction
Goth. Braue slipsprung from the Great Andronicus Whose name was once our terrournow our comfort Whose high exploitsand honourable Deeds Ingratefull Rome requites with foule contempt: Behold in vsweele follow where thou lead'st Like stinging Bees in hottest Sommers day Led by their Maister to the flowred fields And be aueng'd on cursed Tamora: And as he saithso say we all with him
Luci. I humbly thanke himand I thanke you all. But who comes heereled by a lusty Goth?
Enter a Goth leading of Aaron with his child in his armes.
Goth. Renowned Luciusfrom our troups I straid To gaze vpon a ruinous Monasterie And as I earnestly did fixe mine eye Vpon the wasted buildingsuddainely I heard a childe cry vnderneath a wall: I made vnto the noysewhen soone I heard The crying babe control'd with this discourse: Peace Tawny slauehalfe meand halfe thy Dam Did not thy Hue bewray whose brat thou art? Had nature lent theebut thy Mothers looke Villaine thou might'st haue bene an Emperour. But where the Bull and Cow are both milk-white They neuer do beget a cole-blacke-Calfe: Peacevillaine peaceeuen thus he rates the babe For I must beare thee to a trusty Goth Who when he knowes thou art the Empresse babe Will hold thee dearely for thy Mothers sake. With thismy weapon drawne I rusht vpon him Surpriz'd him suddainelyand brought him hither To vseas you thinke needefull of the man
Luci. Oh worthy Goththis is the incarnate deuill That rob'd Andronicus of his good hand: This is the Pearle that pleas'd your Empresse eye And heere's the Base Fruit of his burning lust. Say wall-ey'd slauewhether would'st thou conuay This growing Image of thy fiend-like face? Why dost not speake? what deafe? Not a word? A halter Souldiershang him on this Tree And by his side his Fruite of Bastardie
Aron. Touch not the Boyhe is of Royall blood
Luci. Too like the Syre for euer being good. First hang the Child that he may see it sprall A sight to vexe the Fathers soule withall
Aron. Get me a Ladder Luciussaue the Childe And beare it from me to the Empresse: If thou do thisIle shew thee wondrous things That highly may aduantage thee to heare; If thou wilt notbefall what may befall Ile speake no more: but vengeance rot you all
Luci. Say onand if it please me which thou speak'st Thy child shall liueand I will see it Nourisht
Aron. And if it please thee? why assure thee Lucius 'Twill vexe thy soule to heare what I shall speake: For I must talke of MurthersRapesand Massacres Acts of Blacke-nightabhominable Deeds Complots of MischiefeTreasonVillanies Ruthfull to heareyet pittiously perform'd And this shall all be buried by my death Vnlesse thou sweare to me my Childe shall liue
Luci. Tell on thy minde I say thy Childe shall liue
Aron. Sweare that he shalland then I will begin
Luci. Who should I sweare by
Thou beleeuest no God That grauntedhow can'st thou beleeue an oath?
Aron. What if I do notas indeed I do not Yet for I know thou art Religious And hast a thing within theecalled Conscience With twenty Popish trickes and Ceremonies Which I haue seene thee carefull to obserue: Therefore I vrge thy oathfor that I know An Ideot holds his Bauble for a God And keepes the oath which by that God he sweares To that Ile vrge him: therefore thou shalt vow By that same Godwhat God so ere it be That thou adorestand hast in reuerence To saue my Boyto nourish and bring him vp Ore else I will discouer nought to thee
Luci. Euen by my God I sweare to thee I will
Aron. First know thou I begot him on the Empresse
Luci. Oh most Insatiate luxurious woman!
Aron. Tut Luciusthis was but a deed of Charitie To that which thou shalt heare of me anon 'Twas her two Sonnes that murdered Bassianus They cut thy Sisters tongueand rauisht her And cut her hands offand trim'd her as thou saw'st
Lucius. Oh detestable villaine! Call'st thou that Trimming? Aron. Why she was washtand cutand trim'd And 'twas trim sport for them that had the doing of it
Luci. Oh barbarous beastly villaines like thy selfe!
Aron. IndeedeI was their Tutor to instruct them That Codding spirit had they from their Mother As sure a Card as euer wonne the Set: That bloody minde I thinke they learn'd of me As true a Dog as euer fought at head. Welllet my Deeds be witnesse of my worth: I trayn'd thy Bretheren to that guilefull Hole Where the dead Corps of Bassianus lay: I wrote the Letterthat thy Father found And hid the Gold within the Letter mention'd. Confederate with the Queeneand her two Sonnes And what not donethat thou hast cause to rue Wherein I had no stroke of Mischeife in it. I play'd the Cheater for thy Fathers hand And when I had itdrew my selfe apart And almost broke my heart with extreame laughter. I pried me through the Creuice of a Wall When for his handhe had his two Sonnes heads Beheld his tearesand laught so hartily That both mine eyes were rainie like to his: And when I told the Empresse of this sport She sounded almost at my pleasing tale And for my tydingsgaue me twenty kisses
Goth. What canst thou say all thisand neuer blush? Aron. Ilike a blacke Doggeas the saying is
Luci. Art thou not sorry for these hainous deedes? Aron. Ithat I had not done a thousand more: Euen now I curse the dayand yet I thinke
Few come within few compasse of my curse Wherein I did not some Notorious ill As kill a manor else deuise his death Rauish a Maidor plot the way to do it Accuse some Innocentand forsweare my selfe Set deadly Enmity betweene two Friends Make poore mens Cattell breake their neckes Set fire on Barnes and Haystackes in the night And bid the Owners quench them with the teares: Oft haue I dig'd vp dead men from their graues And set them vpright at their deere Friends doore Euen when their sorrowes almost was forgot And on their skinnesas on the Barke of Trees Haue with my knife carued in Romaine Letters Let not your sorrow diethough I am dead. TutI haue done a thousand dreadfull things As willinglyas one would kill a Fly And nothing greeues me hartily indeede But that I cannot doe ten thousand more
Luci. Bring downe the diuellfor he must not die So sweet a death as hanging presently
Aron. If there be diuelswould I were a deuill To liue and burne in euerlasting fire So I might haue your company in hell But to torment you with my bitter tongue
Luci. Sirs stop his mouth& let him speake no more. Enter Emillius.
Goth. My Lordthere is a Messenger from Rome Desires to be admitted to your presence
Luc. Let him come neere. Welcome Emilliuswhat the newes from Rome?
Emi. Lord Luciusand you Princes of the Gothes The Romaine Emperour greetes you all by me And for he vnderstands you are in Armes He craues a parly at your Fathers house Willing you to demand your Hostages And they shall be immediately deliuered
Goth. What saies our Generall? Luc. Emilliuslet the Emperour giue his pledges Vnto my Fatherand my Vncle Marcus
And we will come: march away.
Enter Tamoraand her two Sonnes disguised.
Tam. Thus in this strange and sad Habilliament I will encounter with Andronicus And sayI am Reuenge sent from below To ioyne with him and right his hainous wrongs: Knocke at his study where they say he keepes To ruminate strange plots of dire Reuenge Tell him Reuenge is come to ioyne with him And worke confusion on his Enemies.
They knocke and Titus opens his study dore.
Tit. Who doth mollest my Contemplation? Is it your tricke to make me ope the dore That so my sad decrees may flie away And all my studie be to no effect? You are deceiu'dfor what I meane to do See heere in bloody lines I haue set downe: And what is written shall be executed
Tam. TitusI am come to talke with thee
Tit. No not a word: how can I grace my talke Wanting a hand to giue it action Thou hast the ods of metherefore no more
Tam. If thou did'st know me Thou would'st talke with me
Tit. I am not madI know thee well enough Witnesse this wretched stump Witnesse these crimson lines Witnesse these Trenches made by griefe and care Witnesse the tyring dayand heauie night Witnesse all sorrowthat I know thee well For our proud EmpresseMighty Tamora: Is not thy comming for my other hand?
Tamo. Know thou sad manI am not Tamora She is thy Enemieand I thy Friend I am Reuenge sent from th' infernall Kingdome To ease the gnawing Vulture of the mind By working wreakefull vengeance on my Foes: Come downe and welcome me to this worlds light Conferre with me of Murder and of Death Ther's not a hollow Caue or lurking place No Vast obscurityor Misty vale Where bloody Murther or detested Rape Can couch for fearebut I will finde them out And in their eares tell them my dreadfull name Reuengewhich makes the foule offenders quake
Tit. Art thou Reuenge? and art thou sent to me To be a torment to mine Enemies? Tam. I amtherefore come downe and welcome me
Tit. Doe me some seruice ere I come to thee: Loe by thy side where Rape and Murder stands Now giue some surance that thou art Reuenge Stab themor teare them on thy Chariot wheeles And then Ile come and be thy Waggoner And whirle along with thee about the Globes. Prouide thee two proper Palfriesas blacke as Iet To hale thy vengefull Waggon swift away And finde out Murder in their guilty cares. And when thy Car is loaden with their heads I will dismountand by the Waggon wheele Trot like a Seruile footeman all day long Euen from Eptons rising in the East Vntill his very downefall in the Sea. And day by day Ile do this heauy taske So thou destroy Rapine and Murder there
Tam. These are my Ministersand come with me
Tit. Are them thy Ministerswhat are they call'd?
Tam. Rape and Murdertherefore called so Cause they take vengeance of such kind of men
Tit. Good Lord how like the Empresse Sons they are And you the Empresse: But we worldly men Haue miserable mad mistaking eyes: Oh sweet Reuengenow do I come to thee And if one armes imbracement will content thee I will imbrace thee in it by and by
Tam. This closing with himfits his Lunacie What ere I forge to feede his braine-sicke fits Do you vpholdand maintaine in your speeches For now he firmely takes me for Reuenge And being Credulous in this mad thought Ile make him send for Lucius his Sonne And whil'st I at a Banquet hold him sure Ile find some cunning practise out of hand To scatter and disperse the giddie Gothes Or at the least make them his Enemies: See heere he comesand I must play my theame
Tit. Long haue I bene forlorneand all for thee Welcome dread Fury to my woefull house Rapine and Murtheryou are welcome too How like the Empresse and her Sonnes you are. Well are you fittedhad you but a Moore Could not all hell afford you such a deuill? For well I wote the Empresse neuer wags; But in her company there is a Moore And would you represent our Queene aright It were conuenient you had such a deuill: But welcome as you arewhat shall we doe?
Tam. What would'st thou haue vs doe Andronicus? Dem. Shew me a MurthererIle deale with him
Chi. Shew me a Villaine that hath done a Rape And I am sent to be reueng'd on him
Tam. Shew me a thousand that haue done thee wrong And Ile be reuenged on them all
Tit. Looke round about the wicked streets of Rome And when thou find'st a man that's like thy selfe Good Murder stab himhee's a Murtherer. Goe thou with himand when it is thy hap To finde another that is like to thee Good Rapine stab himhe is a Rauisher. Go thou with themand in the Emperours Court There is a Queene attended by a Moore Well maist thou know her by thy owne proportion For vp and downe she doth resemble thee. I pray thee doe on them some violent death They haue bene violent to me and mine
Tam. Well hast thou lesson'd vsthis shall we do. But would it please thee good Andronicus To send for Lucius thy thrice Valiant Sonne Who leades towards Rome a Band of Warlike Gothes And bid him come and Banquet at thy house. When he is heereeuen at thy Solemne Feast I will bring in the Empresse and her Sonnes The Emperour himselfeand all thy Foes And at thy mercy shall they stoopand kneele
And on them shalt thou easethy angry heart: What saies Andronicus to this deuise? Enter Marcus.
Tit. Marcus my Brother'tis sad Titus calls Go gentle Marcus to thy Nephew Lucius Thou shalt enquire him out among the Gothes Bid him repaire to meand bring with him Some of the chiefest Princes of the Gothes Bid him encampe his Souldiers where they are Tell him the Emperourand the Empresse too Feasts at my houseand he shall Feast with them This do thou for my loueand so let him As he regards his aged Fathers life
Mar. This will I doand soone returne againe
Tam. Now will I hence about thy businesse And take my Ministers along with me
Tit. Naynaylet Rape and Murder stay with me Or els Ile call my Brother backe againe And cleaue to no reuenge but Lucius
Tam. What say you Boyeswill you bide with him Whiles I goe tell my Lord the Emperour How I haue gouern'd our determined iest? Yeeld to his Humoursmooth and speake him faire And tarry with him till I turne againe
Tit. I know them allthough they suppose me mad And will ore-reach them in their owne deuises A payre of cursed hell-hounds and their Dam
Dem. Madam depart at pleasureleaue vs heere
Tam. Farewell Andronicusreuenge now goes To lay a complot to betray thy Foes
Tit. I know thou doo'stand sweet reuenge farewell
Chi. Tell vs old manhow shall we be imploy'd? Tit. TutI haue worke enough for you to doe Publius come hitherCaiusand Valentine
Pub. What is your will? Tit. Know you these two? Pub. The Empresse Sonnes
I take themChironDemetrius
Titus. Fie Publiusfiethou art too much deceau'd The one is MurderRape is the others name And therefore bind them gentle Publius Caiusand Valentinelay hands on them Oft haue you heard me wish for such an houre And now I find ittherefore binde them sure
Chi. Villaines forbearewe are the Empresse Sonnes
Pub. And therefore do wewhat we are commanded. Stop close their moutheslet them not speake a word Is he sure boundlooke that you binde them fast.
Enter Titus Andronicus with a knifeand Lauinia with a Bason.
Tit. Comecome Lauinialookethy Foes are bound Sirs stop their moutheslet them not speake to me But let them heare what fearefull words I vtter. Oh VillainesChironand Demetrius Here stands the spring whom you haue stain'd with mud This goodly Sommer with your Winter mixt You kil'd her husbandand for that vil'd fault Two of her Brothers were condemn'd to death My hand cut offand made a merry iest Both her sweet Handsher Tongueand that more deere Then Hands or tongueher spotlesse Chastity Inhumaine Traytorsyou constrain'd and for'st. What would you sayif I should let you speake? Villaines for shame you could not beg for grace. Harke Wretcheshow I meane to martyr you This one Hand yet is leftto cut your throats Whil'st that Lauinia tweene her stumps doth hold: The Bason that receiues your guilty blood. You know your Mother meanes to feast with me And calls herselfe Reuengeand thinkes me mad. Harke VillainesI will grin'd your bones to dust And with your blood and itIle make a Paste And of the Paste a Coffen I will reare And make two Pasties of your shamefull Heads And bid that strumpet your vnhallowed Dam Like to the earth swallow her increase. This is the Feastthat I haue bid her to And this the Banquet she shall surfet on For worse then Philomel you vsd my Daughter And worse then ProgneI will be reueng'd And now prepare your throats: Lauinia come. Receiue the bloodand when that they are dead Let me goe grin'd their Bones to powder small And with this hatefull Liquor temper it And in that Paste let their vil'd Heads be bakte Comecomebe euery one officious To make this Banketwhich I wish might proue More sterne and bloody then the Centaures Feast. He cuts their throats.
So now bring them infor Ile play the Cooke And see them readygainst their Mother comes.
Enter LuciusMarcusand the Gothes.
Luc. Vnckle Marcussince 'tis my Fathers minde That I repair to RomeI am content
Goth. And ours with thine befallwhat Fortune will
Luc. Good Vnckle take you in this barbarous Moore This Rauenous Tigerthis accursed deuill Let him receiue no sustenancefetter him Till he be brought vnto the Emperours face For testimony of her foule proceedings. And see the Ambush of our Friends be strong If ere the Emperour meanes no good to vs
Aron. Some deuill whisper curses in my eare And prompt me that my tongue may vtter forth
The Venemous Mallice of my swelling heart
Luc. Away Inhumaine DoggeVnhallowed Slaue Sirshelpe our Vnckleto conuey him in
The Trumpets shew the Emperour is at hand.
Sound Trumpets. Enter Emperour and Empressewith Tribunes and others.
Sat. Whathath the Firemament more Suns then one? Luc. What bootes it thee to call thy selfe a Sunne? Mar. Romes Emperour & Nephewe breake the parle
These quarrels must be quietly debated The Feast is ready which the carefull Titus Hath ordained to an Honourable end For Peacefor Louefor Leagueand good to Rome: Please you therfore draw nie and take your places
Satur. Marcus we will.
A Table brought in. Enter Titus like a Cookeplacing the meat on the Tableand Lauinia with a vale ouer her face.
Titus. Welcome my gracious Lord Welcome Dread Queene Welcome ye Warlike Gotheswelcome Lucius And welcome all: although the cheere be poore 'Twill fill your stomacksplease you eat of it
Sat. Why art thou thus attir'd Andronicus? Tit. Because I would be sure to haue all well To entertaine your Highnesseand your Empresse
Tam. We are beholding to you good Andronicus?
Tit. And if your Highnesse knew my heartyou were: My Lord the Emperour resolue me this Was it well done of rash Virginius To slay his daughter with his owne right hand. Because she was enfor'ststain'dand deflowr'd?
Satur. It was Andronicus
Tit. Your reasonMighty Lord? Sat. Because the Girleshould not suruiue her shame And by her presence still renew his sorrowes
Tit. A reason mightystrongand effectuall A patternepresidentand liuely warrant For me (most wretched) to performe the like: DiedieLauiniaand thy shame with thee And with thy shamethy Fathers sorrow die.
He kils her.
Sat. What hast donevnnaturall and vnkinde?
Tit. Kil'd her for whom my teares haue made me blind. I am as wofull as Virginius was And haue a thousand times more cause then he
Sat. What was she rauisht? tell who did the deed Tit. Wilt please you eat
Wilt please your Highnesse feed? Tam. Why hast thou slaine thine onely Daughter? Titus. Not I'twas Chiron and Demetrius
They rauisht herand cut away her tongue And they'twas theythat did her all this wrong
Satu. Go fetch them hither to vs presently
Tit. Why there they are bothbaked in that Pie Whereof their Mother daintily hath fed Eating the flesh that she herselfe hath bred. 'Tis true'tis truewitnesse my kniues sharpe point.
He stabs the Empresse.
Satu. Die franticke wretchfor this accursed deed
Luc. Can the Sonnes eyebehold his Father bleed? There's meede for meededeath for a deadly deed
Mar. You sad fac'd menpeople and Sonnes of Rome By vprores seuer'd like a flight of Fowle Scattred by windes and high tempestuous gusts: Oh let me teach you howto knit againe This scattred Corneinto one mutuall sheafe These broken limbs againe into one body
Goth. Let Rome herselfe be bane vnto herselfe And shee whom mightie kingdomes cursie too Like a forlorne and desperate castaway Doe shamefull execution on her selfe. But if my frostie signes and chaps of age Graue witnesses of true experience Cannot induce you to attend my words Speake Romes deere friendas er'st our Auncestor When with his solemne tongue he did discourse To loue-sicke Didoes sad attending eare The story of that balefull burning night When subtil Greekes surpriz'd King Priams Troy: Tell vs what Sinon hath bewicht our eares Or who hath brought the fatall engine in That giues our Troyour Rome the ciuill wound. My heart is not compact of flint nor steele Nor can I vtter all our bitter griefe But floods of teares will drowne my Oratorie And breake my very vttranceeuen in the time When it should moue you to attend me most Lending your kind hand Commiseration. Heere is a Captainelet him tell the tale Your hearts will throb and weepe to heare him speake
Luc. This Noble Auditorybe it knowne to you That cursed Chiron and 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 despis'dand basely cousen'd Of that true hand that fought Romes quarrell out And sent her enemies vnto the graue. Lastlymy selfe vnkindly banished The gates shut on meand turn'd weeping out To beg reliefe among Romes Enemies
Who drown'd their enmity in my true teares And op'd their armes to imbrace me as a Friend: And I am turned forthbe it knowne to you That haue preseru'd her welfare in my blood And from her bosome tooke the Enemies point Sheathing the steele in my aduentrous body. Alas you knowI am no Vaunter I My scars can witnessedumbe although they are That my report is iust and full of truth: But softme thinkes I do digresse too much Cyting my worthlesse praise: Oh pardon me For when no Friends are bymen praise themselues
Marc. Now is my turne to speake: Behold this Child Of this was Tamora deliuered The issue of an Irreligious Moore Chiefe Architect and plotter of these woes The Villaine is aliue in Titus house And as he isto witnesse this is true. Now iudge what course had Titus to reuenge These wrongsvnspeakeable past patience Or more then any liuing man could beare. Now you haue heard the truthwhat say you Romaines? Haue we done ought amisse? shew vs wherein And from the place where you behold vs now The poore remainder of Andronici Will hand in hand all headlong cast vs downe And on the ragged stones beat forth our braines And make a mutuall closure of our house: Speake Romaines speakeand if you say we shall Loe hand in handLucius and I will fall
Emilli. Come comethou reuerent man of Rome And bring our Emperour gently in thy hand Lucius our Emperour: for well I know The common voyce do cry it shall be so
Mar. Luciusall haile Romes Royall Emperour Goegoe into old Titus sorrowfull house And hither hale that misbelieuing Moore To be adiudg'd some direfull slaughtering death As punishment for his most wicked life. Lucius all haile to Romes gracious Gouernour
Luc. Thankes gentle Romanesmay I gouerne so To heale Romes harmesand wipe away her woe. But gentle peoplegiue me ayme a-while For Nature puts me to a heauy taske: Stand all aloofebut Vnckle draw you neere To shed obsequious teares vpon this Trunke: Oh take this warme kisse on thy pale cold lips These sorrowfull drops vpon thy bloud-slaine face The last true Duties of thy Noble Sonne
Mar. Teare for teareand louing kisse for kisse Thy Brother Marcus tenders on thy Lips: O were the summe of these that I should pay Countlesseand infinityet would I pay them
Luc. Come hither Boycomecomeand learne of vs To melt in showres: thy Grandsire lou'd thee well: Many a time he danc'd thee on his knee: Sung thee asleepehis Louing Brestthy Pillow: Many a matter hath he told to thee Meeteand agreeing with thine Infancie:
In that respect thenlike a louing Childe Shed yet some small drops from thy tender Spring Because kinde Nature doth require it so: Friendsshould associate Friendsin Greefe and Wo. Bid him farwellcommit him to the Graue Do him that kindnesseand take leaue of him
Boy. O GrandsireGrandsire: euen with all my heart Would I were Deadso you did Liue againe. O LordI cannot speake to him for weeping My teares will choake meif I ope my mouth
Romans. You sad Andronicihaue done with woes Giue sentence on this execrable Wretch That hath beene breeder of these dire euents
Luc. Set him brest deepe in earthand famish him: There let him standand raueand cry for foode: If any one releeuesor pitties him For the offencehe dyes. This is our doome: Some stayto see him fast'ned in the earth
Aron. O why should wrath be mute& Fury dumbe? I am no Baby Ithat with base Prayers I should repent the Euils I haue done. Ten thousand worsethen euer yet I did Would I performe if I might haue my will: If one good Deed in all my life I did I do repent it from my very Soule
Lucius. Some louing Friends conuey the Emp[erour]. hence And giue him buriall in his Fathers graue. My Fatherand Lauiniashall forthwith Be closed in our Housholds Monument: As for that heynous Tyger Tamora No Funerall Ritenor man in mournfull Weeds: No mournfull Bell shall ring her Buriall: But throw her foorth to Beasts and Birds of prey: Her life was Beast-likeand deuoid of pitty And being soshall haue like want of pitty. See Iustice done on Aaron that damn'd Moore From whomour heauy happes had their beginning: Then afterwardsto Order well the State That like Euentsmay ne're it Ruinate.
FINIS. The Lamentable Tragedy of Titus Andronicus.