And will o'er-reach them in their own devices, well. Chi. Tell us, old man, how shall we be employ'd? Tit. Tut, I have work enough for you to do.Publius, come hither, Caius, and Valentine! Enter PUBLIUS, and Others. Pub. What's your will? Know you these two? Tit. Pub. I take them, Chiron, and Demetrius. Tit. Fye, Publius, fye! thou art too much de ceiv'd; The one is Murder, Rape is the other's name: Caius, and Valentine, lay hands on them: [Exit Titus.-Publius, &c. lay hold on Chiron and Demetrius. Chi. Villains, forbear; we are the empress' sons. manded. Stop close their mouths, let them not speak a word: Tit. Come, come, Lavinia; look, thy foes are bound; Sirs, stop their mouths, let them not speak to me; O villains, Chiron and Demetrius! Here stands the spring whom you have stain'd with mud; This goodly summer with your winter mix'd. My hand cut off, and made a merry jest: Both her sweet hands, her tongue, and that, more dear You know, your mother means to feast with me, And make two pasties of your shameful heads; [He cuts their throats. Receive the blood: and, when that they are dead, 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, Till he be brought unto the empress' face, For testimony of her foul proceedings: And see the ambush of our friends be strong: I fear, the emperor means no good to us. Aar, Some devil whisper curses in mine ear, And prompt me, that my tongue may utter forth The venomous malice of my swelling heart! Luc. Away, inhuman dog! unhallow'd slave!— Sirs, help our uncle to convey him in. [Fxeunt 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? Luc. What boots it thee, to call thyself a sun? Mar. Rome's emperor, and nephew, "break the parle; These quarrels must be quietly debated. The feast is ready, which the careful Titus Hath órdain'd to an honourable end, For peace, for love, for league, and good to Rome: Please you, therefore, draw nigh, and take your places. Sat. Marcus, we will. [Hautboys sound. The company sit down at table. Enter TITUS, dress'd like a cook. LAVINIA, veiled, young LUCIUS, and Others. dishes on the table. TITUS places the Tit. Welcome, my gracious lord; welcome, dread queen; Welcome, ye warlike Goths; welcome, Lucius; Sat. Why art thou thus attir'd, Andronicus? Was it well done of rash Virginius, To slay his daughter with his own right hand, Andronicus. 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? |