Welcome, ye warlike Goths; welcome, Lucius;
And welcome, all ; although the cheer be poor,
"Twill fill your stomachs; please you eat of it.
Sat. Why art thou thus attir'd, Andronicus?
Tit. Because I would be sure to have all well,
To entertain your highness, and your empress.
Tam. We are beholden to you, good Andronicus.
Tit. An if your highness knew my heart, you
My lord the emperor, resolve me this;
Was it well done of rash Virginius,
To slay his daughter with his own right hand,
Because she was enforc'd, stain'd, and deflour'd?
Sat. It was, Andronicus.
Tit. Your reason, mighty lord?
Sat. Because the girl should not survive her
And by her presence still renew his sorrows.
Tit. A reason mighty, strong, and effectual;
A pattern, precedent, and lively warrant,
For me, most wretched, to perform the like:-
Die, die, Lavinia, and thy shame with thee;
He kills Lavinia.
And, with thy shame, thy father's sorrow die!
Sat. Whathast thou done, unnatural, and unkind?
Tit. Kill'd her, for whom my tears have made
me blind.
I am as woful as Virginius was:
And have a thousand times more cause than he
To do this outrage;—and it is now done.
Sat. wo she ravish'd? tell, who did the
Tit. Will't please you eat; will't please your
highness feed 2
Tam. why hast thou slain thine only daughter
Tit. Not I; 'twas Chiron, and Demetrius:
They ravish'd her, and cut away her tongue,
And they, 'twas they, that did her all this wrong.
Sat Go, fetch them hither to us presently.
Tit. Why, there they are both, baked in that

re: Whereof É. mother daintily hath fed, Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred. 'Tis true, 'tis true; witness my knife's o point. [Killing Tamora. Sat. Die, frantic wretch, for this accursed deed. (Killing Titus. Luc. Can the son's eye behold his father bleed: There's meed for meed, death for a deadly deed. [Kills Saturninus. A great tumult. The people in confusion disperse. Marcus, Lucius, and their partisans, ascend the steps bejore Titus's house. JMar. You sad-fac'd men, people and sons of

me, By uproar sever'd, like a flight of fowl Scatter'd by winds and high tempestuous gusts, O, let me teach you how to knit again This scatter'd corn into one mutual sheaf, These broken limbs again into one body. Sen. Lest Rome herself be bane unto herself; And she, whom mighty kingdoms court’sy to, Like a forlorn and i. cast-away, Do shameful execution on herself. But if my frosty signs and chaps of age, Grave witnesses of true experience, Cannot induce you to attend my words,Speak, Rome's dear friend; (To Lucius.] as erst our ancestor, When with his solemn tongue he did discourse, To love-sick Dido's sad attending ear, The story of that baleful burning night, When subtle Greeks surpris'd king Priam's Troy;

Tell us, what Sinon hath bewitch'd our ears,
Or who hath brought the fatal engine in,
That gives our Troy, our Rome, the civil wound.—
My heart is not compact of flint, nor steel;
Nor can I utter all our bitter grief,
But floods of tears will drown my oratory,
And break my very utterance; even i'the time
When it should move you to attend me most,
Lending your kind commiseration:
Here is a captain, let him tell the tale;
Your hearts will throb and weep to hear him speak.
Luc. Then, noble auditory, be it known to you,
That cursed Chiron and Demetrius
Were they that murdered our emperor's brother;
And they it were that ravished our sister:
For their fell faults our brothers were beheaded;
Our father's tears despis'd; and basely coven'd
Of that true hand, that fought Rome's quarrel out,
And sent her enemies unto the grave.
Lastly, myself unkindly banished,
The gates shut on me, and turn'd weeping out,
To beg relief among Rome's enemies;
Who drown'd their enmity in my true tears,
And op'd their arms to embrace me as a friend:
And I am the turn'd-forth, be it known to you,
That have preserv'd her welfare in my blood;
And from her bosom took the enemy's point,
Sheathing the steel in my advent'rous body.
Alas! you know, I am no vaunter, I:
My scars can witness, dumb although they are,
That my report is just, and full of truth.
But, o, methinks, I do digress too much,
Citing my worthless praise: O, pardon me;
For when no friends are by, men praise themselves.
.Mar. o is my turn to speak; Behold this
[Pointing to the child in the arms of an
Of this was Tamora delivered;
The issue of an irreligious Moor,
Chief architect and plotter of these woes;
The villain is alive in Titus' house,
Damn"d as he is, to witness this is true.
Now judge, what cause had Titus to revenge
These wrongs, unspeakable, past patience,
Or more than any living man could bear.
Now you have heard the truth, what say you, Ro-
Have we done aught amiss? Shew us wherein,
And, from the place ..". behold us now,
The poor remainder of Andronici
Will, hand in hand, all headlong cast us down,
And on the ragged stones beat forth our brains,
And make a mutual closure of our house.
Speak, Romans, speak; and, if you say, we shall,
Lo, hand in hand, Lucius and I will fall.
JEmil. Come, come, thou reverend man of Rome,
And bring our emperor #. in thy hand,
Lucius our emperor; for, well I know,
The common voice do cry, it shall be so.
Rom. [Several *] Lucius, all hail; Rome's
royal emperor!

Lucius, &c. descend.

JMar. Go, go into old Titus' sorrowful house;
[To an Attendant.

And hither hale that misbelieving Moor,
To be adjudg’d some direful slaughtering death,
As punishment for his most wicked life.

Rom. [Several speak.] Lucius, all hail; Rome's

gracious governors

Luc. Thanks, gentle Romans; May 1 govern so, To heal Rome's harms, and wipe away her wo! But, gentle people, give me aim awhile,_

[ocr errors]
[blocks in formation]

There let him stand, and rave and cry for food:
If any one relieves or pities him,
For the offence he dies. This is our doom:
Some stay, to see him fasten’d in the earth.
.Aar. O, why should wrath be mute, and fury
dumb 2
I am no baby, I, that, with base prayers,
I should repent the evils I have done;
Ten thousand, worse than ever yet I did,
Would I perform, if I might have my will;
If one good deed in all my life I did,
I do repent it from my very soul.
Luc. Some loving friends convey the emperor
And give him burial in his father's grave:
My father, and Lavinia, shall forthwith
Be closed in our household's monument.
As for that heinous tiger, Tamora,
No funeral rite, norman in mournful weeds,
No mournful bell shall ring her burial;
But throw her forth to beasts, and birds of prey:
Her life was beast-like, and devoid of pity;
And, being so, shall have like want of #.
See justice done to Aaron, that damn'd Moor,
By whom our heavy haps had their beginning:
en, afterwards, to order well the state;
That like events may ne'er it ruinate. [Erent


All the editors and critics agree in supposing this play spurious. I see no reason for differing from them; for the colour of the style is wholly

different from that of the other plays." * JOHNSON.

[blocks in formation]


Vol. II. – p. 337.

[graphic][merged small]
[blocks in formation]

(1) That the reader may know through how many regions the scene of this drama is dispersed, it is necessary to observe, that Antioch was the metropolis of Syria; Tyre a city of Phoenicia, in Asia; Tarsus, the metropolis of Cilicia, a country

The Daughter of Antiochus. of Asia Minor; JMitylene, the capitol of Lesbos,

Dionyza, wife to Cleon. an island in the Egean sea; and Ephesus, the

Thaisa, daughter to Simonides. capital of Ionia, a country of the Lesser Asia. ACT I. The beauty of this sinful dame

Enter Gower. Before the palace of Antioch.

To sing a song of old” was sung,
From ashes ancient Gower is come;
Assuming man's infirmities,
To glad your ear, and please your eyes.
It hath been sung at festivals,
On ember-eves, and holy ales;”
And lords and ladies of their lives
Have read it for restoratives:
'Purpose to make men glorious;
Et quo antiquius, eo melius.
If you, born in these latter times,
en wit's more ripe, accept my rhymes,
And that to hear old .# o,
May to your wishes pleasure bring,
I life would wish, and that I might
Waste it for you, like taper-light.—
This city then, Antioch the great
Built up for his chiefest seat;
The fairest in all Syria;
(I tell you what mine authors say :)
This king unto him took a pheere,"
Who died and left a female heir,
Sobuxom, blithe, and full of face,
As heaven had lent her all his grace;
With whom the father liking took,
And her to incest did provoke:
Bad father' to entice his own
To evil, should be done by none.
By custom, what they did begin,
Was, with long use, accounts no sin.

(1) Chorus, in the character of Gower, an ancient English poet, who has related the story of this play in his Confessio.Amantis.

(2) i. e. That of old. (3) Whitsun-ales, &c.

(4) Wife, the word signifies a mate or companion.

Made many princes thither frame,
To seek her as a bed-fellow,
In marriage-pleasures play-fellow :
Which to prevent, he made a law
(To keep her still, and men in awe,)
That whoso ask'd her for his wife,
His riddle told not, lost his life:
So for her many a wight did die,
As yon grim looks do testify."
What now ensues, to the jonent of your eye
I give, my cause who best can justify. [Erit.

[blocks in formation]
« 上一頁繼續 »