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Enter Lucius, Marcus, and Goths with Aaron Prisoner.

Luc. Uncle Marcks, since 'tis my Father's mind That I repair to Rome, I am content.

Goth. And ours with thine, befal 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 Emperor's Face,
For Testimony of these foul proceedings,
And fee the Ambush of our Friends be strong,
I fear the Emperor means no good to us.

Aar. Some Devil whisper Curses in my Ear,
And prompt me, that my Tongue may utter forth
The venemous Malice of my swelling Heart.
Luc.A way, inhuman Dog, unt allowed Slave,

[Exeunt Goths with Aaron.
Sirs, help our Uncle, to convey him in. Flourish.
The Tiumpers Thew the Emperor is at hand.
Sound Trumpets. Enter Emperor and Empress, with Tri-

bunes and others. Sat. What, hach the Firmament more Suns than one? Luc. What boets it thee to call thy self a Sun? Mar. Rome's Emperor and Nephew break the Parley, These Quarrels must be quietly Debated : The Feait is ready, which the careful Titus Hath ordairied to an honourable end, For Peace, for Love, for League, and gond to Rome : Please you therefore draw nigh and take your places. Sat. Marcus, we will.

(Hantboys. A Table brought in. Enter Titus like a Cook, placing the Meat

on the Table, and Lavinia with a Veil over her Face.

Titus. Welcome, my gracious Lord,
Welcome, Dread Queen,
Welcome, ye Warlike Goths, welcome Lucius,
And welcome all; although the Cheer be poor,
'Twill fill your Stomachs, please you eat of it.

Sa. 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 beholding to you, good Andronicus.

Tit. And if your Highness knew my Heart, you were; My Lord, the Emperor, resolve me this?

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Sirs, stop their Mouchs, let them not speak to me,
But let them hear what fearful Words I utter.
Oh Villains, Chiron and Demetrius !
Here stands the Spring whom you have stain’d with Mid,
This goodly Summer with your Winter mixt:
You kill'd her Husband, and for that vile Fault,
Two of her Brothers were condemn'd to Death,
My Hand cut off, and made a merry jest,
Both her sweet Hands, her Tongue, and that more dear
Than Hands or Tongue, her spotless Chastity,
Inhuman Traitors, you conftrain'd and forc'd.
What would you say if I should let you speak?
Villains! - for shame you could not beg for Grace.
Hark, Wretches, how I mean to Martyr you.
This one Hand yet is left to cut your Throats,
Whilst that Lavinia 'ewixt her Scumps doth hold
The Bason that receives your guilty Blood.
You know your Mother means to feast with me,
And calls her self Revenge, and thinks me mad-
Hark, Villains; I will grind your Bones to Dust,
And with your Blood and it, I'll make a Paste,
And of the Paste a Coffin will I rear,
And make two Pasties of your shameful Heads,
And bid that Strumpet, your uphallowed Dam,
Like to the Earth, swallow her own Increase.
This is the Feast that I have bid her to,
And this the Banquet she shall surfeit on;
For worse than Philomel you us'd my Daughter,
And worse than Progne, I will be reveng'd,
And now prepare your Throats : Lavinia, come,

He cuts their Throats, and Lavinia receives the

Blood in a Bafon.
Receive the Blood, and when that they are dead
Let me go grind their Bones to Powder small,
And with this hateful Liquor temper it;
And in that Paste let their wild Heads be bak’d.
Come, come, be every one officious

To make this Dannuct, which I wilh might prove
More fter

n the Centaurs Feast. So, or

play the Cook, Ar

Mother comes. [Exeunt.

Enter

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.

Goth. And ours with chine, befal 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 Emperor's Face,
For Testimony of these 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 my Ear,
And prompt me, that my Tongue may utter forth
The venemous Malice of my swelling Heart.
Luc.A way, inhuman Dog, uot allowed Slave,

[Exeunt Goths with Aaron.
Sirs, help our Uncle, to convey him in. (Flourish.
The Trumpets thew the Emperor is at hand.
Sound Trumpers. Enter Emperor and Empress, with Tri-

bunes and others.
Sat. What, hath the Firmament more Suns than one?
Luc. What borts it thee to call thy self a Sun?

Mar. Rome's Emperor and Nephew break the Parley,
These Quarrels must be quietly Debated :
The Feait is ready, which the careful Titus
Hath ordaired to an honourable end,
For Peace, for Love, for League, and gond to Rome :
Please you therefore draw nigh and take your places.
Sat, Marcus, we will.

[Hautboys. A Table brought in. Enter Titus like a Cook, placing the Meat

on the Table, and Lavinia with a Veil over her face, Titus. Welcome, my gracious Lord, Welcome, Dread Queer, Welcome, ye Warlike Goths, welcome Lucius, And welcome all; although the Cheer be poor, ’T will fill your Stomachs, please you eat of it.

Sa. Why are thou thus attird, Andronicus ?

Tit. Because I would be sure to have all well,
To entertain your Highness, and your Empress.

Tam. We are beholding to you, good Andronicus.

Tit. And if your Highoels knew my Heart, you were; My Lord, the Emperor, resolve me this?

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Sirs, stop their Mouchs, let them not speak to me,
But let them hear what fearful Words I utter.
Oh Villains, Chiron and Demetrius !
Here stands the Spring whom you have staind with Mid,
This goodly Summer with your Winter mixt:
You killd her Husband, and for that vile Fault,
Two of her Brothers were condemnd to Death,
My Hand cut off, and made a merry jest,
Both her sweet Hands, her Tongue, and that more dear
Than Hands or Tongue, her spotless Chastity,
Inhuman Traitors, you copftrain'd and forc'd.
What would you say if I should let you speak?
Villains !

—for shame you could not beg for Grace. .
Hark, Wretches, how I mean to Martyr you,
This one Hand yet is left to cut your Throats,
Whilst that Lavinia 'twixt her Scumps doth hold
The Balon that receives your guilty Blood.
You know your Mother means to feast with me,
And calls her self Revenge, and thinks me mad-
Hark, Villains; I will grind your Bones to Dust,
And with your Blood and it, I'll make a Paste,
And of the Paste a Coffin will I rear,
And make two Pasties of your shameful Heads,
And bid that Strumpet, your uphallowed Dam,
Like to the Earth, swallow her own Increase.
This is the Feast that I have bid her to,
And this the Banquet she shall surfeit on;
For worse than Philomel you usd my Daughter,
And worse than Progne, I will be reveng'd,
And now prepare your Throats: Lavinia, come,
(He cuts their Throats, and Lavinia receives the

Blood in a Bafon. Receive the Blood, and when that they are dead Let me go grind their Bones to Powder small, And with this hateful Liquor temper it; And in that Pafte let their wild Heads be bak'd. Come, come, be every one officious To make this Banquet, which I wish might prove More stern and bloody than the Centaurs Feast. So, now bring them in, for I'll play the Cook, And see them ready 'gainst the Mother comes. Exeunt.

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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.

Goth. And ours with thine, befal 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 broughe unto the Emperor's Face,
For Testimony of these 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 my Ear,
And prompt me, that my Tongue may utter forth
The venemous Malice of my swelling Heart.
Luc.A way, inhuman Dog, uot allowed Slave,

(Exeunt Goths with Aaron.
Sirs, help our Uncle, to convey him in. (Flourishs.
The Trumpets shew the Emperor is at hand.
Sound Trumpets. Enter Emperor and Emprefs, with Trie

bunes and others. S.ar. What, hath the Firmament more Suns than one? Luc. What borts it thee to call thy self a Sun? Mar. Rome's Emperor and Nephew break the Parley, There Quarrels must be quietly Debated : The Feait is ready, which the careful Titus Hath ordaired 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. A Table brought in. Enter Ticus like a Cook, placing the Meat

on the Table, and Lavinia with a Veil over her Face. Titues. Welcome, my gracious Lord, Welcome, Dread Queen, Welcome, ye Warlike Goths, welcome Lucius, And welcome all; although the Cheer be poor, ’T will fill your Stomachs, please you eat of it.

Sa. 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 beholding to you, good Andronicus.

Tit. And if your Highness knew my Heart, you were; My Lord, the Emperor, resolve me this?

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