Like to the empress' Moor; therefore I kill'd him. Tit. 0, 0, 0, Then pardon me for reprehending thee, Yet, I think, we are not brought so low, That comes in likeness of a coal-black Moor. 70 Marc. Alas, poor man! grief has so wrought on him, He takes false shadows for true substances. 80 Tit. Come, take away. Lavinia, go with me: I'll to thy closet; and go read with thee Sad stories chanced in the times of old. Come, boy, and go with me: thy sight is young, And thou shalt read when mine begin to dazzle. [Exeunt. Enter young Lucius and Lavinia running after him, and the boy flies from her, with his books under his arm. Then enter Titus and Marcus. Boy. Help, grandsire, help! my aunt Lavinia Follows me every where, I know not why: Good uncle Marcus, see how swift she comes. Alas, sweet aunt, I know not what you mean. Marc. Stand by me, Lucius; do not fear thine aunt. Tit. She loves thee, boy, too well to do thee harm. Boy. Aye, when my father was in Rome she did. Marc. What means my niece Lavinia by these signs? Tit. Fear her not, Lucius: somewhat doth she mean: See, Lucius, see how much she makes of thee: 10 9. "Fear her not"; so Qq.; Ff. read "Feare not"; Rowe, "Fear thou not."-I. G. 13. "her sons"; Tiberius and Caius Gracchus.-C. H. H. Marc. Canst thou not guess wherefore she plies thee thus? 20 Boy. My lord, I know not, I, nor can I guess, Causeless perhaps. But pardon me, sweet aunt: I will most willingly attend your ladyship. Marc. Lucius, I will. [Lavinia turns over with her stumps the books which Lucius has let fall. Tit. How now, Lavinia! Marcus, what means this? 30 Some book there is that she desires to see. Which is it, girl, of these? Open them, boy. But thou art deeper read, and better skill'd: Come, and take choice of all my library, And so beguile thy sorrow, till the heavens Reveal the damn'd contriver of this deed. Why lifts she up her arms in sequence thus? Marc. I think she means that there were more than one Confederate in the fact; aye, more there was; 39 Tit. Lucius, what book is that she tosseth so? Marc. For love of her that 's gone, Perhaps she cull'd it from among the rest. Tit. Soft! so busily she turns the leaves! Help her: What would she find? Lavinia, shall I read? This is the tragic tale of Philomel, And treats of Tereus' treason and his rape; And rape, I fear, was root of thine annoy. Marc. See, brother, see; note how she quotes the leaves. 50 Tit. Lavinia, wert thou thus surprised, sweet girl, Ravish'd and wrong'd, as Philomela was, Forced in the ruthless, vast, and gloomy woods? · See, see! Aye, such a place there is, where we did hunt,— O, had we never, never hunted there!Pattern'd by that the poet here describes, 60 By nature made for murders and for rapes. What Roman lord it was durst do the deed: That left the camp to sin in Lucrece' bed? 45. "Soft! so busily"; Qq., Ff., reads "Soft, so busily"; Rowe, "Soft! see how busily"; Capell, "Soft, soft; how busily"; Knight, "Soft! how busily"; Keightley, "Soft, soft! so busily"; Collier MS., "Soft! see how busily."-I. G. 48. "treason"; treachery.-C. H. H. Marc. Sit down, sweet niece: brother, sit down by me. Apollo, Pallas, Jove, or Mercury, Inspire me, that I may this treason find! This sandy plot is plain; guide, if thou canst, Without the help of any hand at all. 70 Cursed be the heart that forced us to this shift! That we may know the traitors and the truth! [She takes the staff in her mouth, and guides it with her stumps, and writes. Tit. O, do ye read, my lord, what she hath writ? 'Stuprum. Chiron. Demetrius.' Marc. What, what! the lustful sons of Tamora Performers of this heinous, bloody deed? Tit. Magni Dominator poli, 80 Tam lentus audis scelera? tam lentus vides? Marc. O, calm thee, gentle lord; although I know There is enough written upon this earth To stir a mutiny in the mildest thoughts, 81-82. "Magni Dominator poli, Tam lentus audis scelera? tam lentus vides?"; i. e. Great ruler of the skies, dost thou so tardily hear and see crimes committed? (Seneca's Hippolytus, ii. 671); Theobald, "Magne Dominator"; Hanmer, "Magne Regnator."-I. G. |