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Now bring them in, for I will play the cook,
[Exeunt, bearing the dead bodies.
SCENE III.--The same. A Pavilion, with tables, &c. Enter LUCIUS, MARCUS, and GOTHS, with AARON, prisoner. Luc. Uncle Marcus, since 'tis my father's mind,
That I repair to Rome, I am content.
1 Goth. And ours,* with thine, befall what fortune will. Luc. Good uncle, take you in this barbarous Moor,
This ravenous tiger, this accursed devil;
Let him receive no sustenance, fetter him,
Aar. Some devil whisper curses in mine ear,
Luc. Away, inhuman dog! unhallow'd slave !Sirs, help our uncle to convey him in.
[Exeunt GOTHS, with AARON. Flourish. The trumpets show, the emperor is at hand.
Enter SATURNINUS and TAMORA, with Tribunes, Senators, and others.
Sat. What, hath the firmament more suns than one?
Mar. Rome's emperor, and nephew, break the parle ;‡
The feast is ready, which the careful Titus
Hath ordain'd to an honourable end,
For peace, for love, for league, and good to Rome:
[Hautboys sound. The company sit down at table. Enter TITUS, dressed like a Cook. LAVINIA, veiled, young LUCIUS, and others. TITUS places the dishes on the table.
Tit. Welcome, my gracious lord: welcome, dread queen:
I. e. Leave off parley.
My lord the emperor, resolve me this;
Was it well done of rash Virginius,
To slay his daughter with his own right hand,
Tit. Your reason, mighty lord?
Sat. Because the girl should not survive her shame, 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. What hast thou done, unnatural, and unkind?
Tit. Kill'd her, for whom my tears have made me blind.
I am as woeful as Virginius was:
And have a thousand times more cause than he
To do this outrage; and it is now done.
Sat. What, was she ravish'd? tell, who did the deed.
Tit. Will't please you eat? will't please your highness feed ?
They ravish'd her, and cut away her tongue,
Tit. Why, there they are both, baked in that pie;
Sat. Die, frantic wretch, for this accursed deed.
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 before TITUS' house.
Mar. You sad-faced men, people and sons of Rome,
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,
Sen. Lest Rome herself be bane unto herself';
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 balefu burning night,
When subtle Greeks surprised King Priam's Troy ;
Or who hath brought the fatal engine in,
That gives our Troy, our Rome, the civil wound.—
But floods of tears will drown my oratory,
Here is a captain, let him tell the tale;
Your hearts will throb and weep to hear him speak.
Were they that murdered our emperor's brother;
For their fell faults our brothers were beheaded;
Lastly, myself unkindly banished,
The gates shut on me, and turn'd weeping out,
Who drown'd their enmity in my true tears,
My scars can witness, dumb although they are,
Citing my worthless praise: O, pardon me;
For when no friends are by, men praise themselves.
[Pointing to the child in the arms of an Attendant.
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, Romans?
Will, hand in hand, all headlong cast us down,
And on the ragged stones beat forth our brains,
Emil. Come, come, thou reverend man of Rome,
Lucius our emperor; for, well I know,
The common voice do cry, it shall be so.
Rom. [Several speak.] Lucius, all hail; Rome's royal emperor !
LUCIUS, &c. descend.
Mar. Go, go into old Titus' sorrowful house; [To an Attendant. And hither hale that misbelieving Moor,
To be adjudged some direful slaughtering death,
As punishment for his most wicked life.
Rom. [Several speak.] Lucius, all hail; Rome's gracious governor!
Luc. Thanks, gentle Romans; May I govern so,
Mar. Tear for tear, and loving kiss for kiss,
Countless and infinite, yet would I pay them!
Luc. Come hither, boy; come, come, and learn of us
To melt in showers: Thy grandsire loved thee well:
Sung thee asleep, his loving breast thy pillow;
Meet, and agreeing with thine infancy;
Shed yet some small drops from thy tender spring,
Friends should associate friends in grief and woe:
Do him that kindness, and take leave of him.
Boy. O grandsire, grandsire! even with all my heart
Enter Attendants, with AARON.
1 Rom. You sad Andronici, have done with woes; Give sentence on this execrable wretch,
That hath been breeder of these dire events.
Luc. Set him breast-deep in earth, and famish him;
There let him stand, and rave and cry for food:
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?
I should repent the evils I have done:
I do repent it from my very soul.
Luc. Some loving friends convey the emperor hence,
No funeral rite, nor man in mournful weeds,
But throw her forth to beasts, and birds of prey: