What Roman lord it was durst do the deed: That left the camp to sin in Lucrece' bed? Mar. Sit down, sweet niece :-brother, sit down by me. Apollo, Pallas, Jove, or Mercury, Inspire me, that I may this treason find!— My lord, look here ;-look here, Lavinia: [He writes his Name with his Staff, and guides it with his Feet and Mouth. This sandy plot is plain; guide, if thou can`st, 70 This after me, when I have writ my name Without the help of any hand at all. Curs'd be that heart, that forc'd us to this shift!— Write thou, good niece; and here display at last, What God will have discover'd for revenge: Heaven guide thy pen to print thy sorrows plain, 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 you read, my lord, what she hath writ? Stuprum-Chiron-Demetrius. Mar. What, what!-the lustful sons of Tamora Performers of this hateful bloody deed? Tit. -Magne Dominator Poli, Tam lentus audis scelera? tam lentus vides? 81 Mar. O, calm thee, gentle lord! although, I know, There is enough written upon this earth, To stir a mutiny in the mildest thoughts, And arm the minds of infants to exclaims. My My lord, kneel down with me; Lavinia, kneel; And with a gad of steel will write these words, And lay it by the angry northern wind : 90 100 Will blow these sands, like Sybil's leaves, abroad, For this ungrateful country done the like. 110 Come, Come, come; thou'lt do my message, wilt thou not? Boy. Ay, with my dagger in their bosom, grand sire. Tit. No, no, boy, not so; I'll teach thee another course. Lavinia, come :-Marcus, look to my house; Ay, marry, will we, sir; and we'll be waited on. 120 [Exeunt. That hath more scars of sorrow in his heart, 130 DEMETRIUS, at one Door: and at another Door, young Lucius, and another, with a Bundle of Weapons, and Verses writ upon them. Chi. Demetrius, here's the son of Lucius ; He hath some message to deliver to us. Aar. I Aar. Ay, some mad message from his mad grand father. Boy. My lords, with all the humbleness I may, greet your honours from Andronicus ; And pray the Roman gods, confound you both. 1 [Aside. Dem. Gramercy, lovely Lucius; What's the news? Boy. That you are both decypher'd, that's the news, For villains mark'd with rape. [Aside. ] May it please you, My grandsire, well-advis'd, hath sent by me The hope of Rome; for so he bade me say; 140 And so I leave you both, [Aside.] like bloody villains. [Exit. Dem. What's here? a scroll; and written round Let's see; about? Integer vita, scelerisque purus, Non eget Mauri jaculis nec arcu : Chi. O, 'tis a verse in Horace; I know it well: I read it in the grammar long ago. 150 Aar. Ay, just;-a verse in Horace ;-right, you have it. Now, Now, what a thing it is to be an ass! Here's no fond jest: the old man hath found their guilt; And sends the weapons wrapp'd about with lines, That wound, beyond their feeling, to the quick. [Aside. But were our witty emperess well a-foot, It did me good, before the palace gate To brave the tribune in his brother's hearing, Aar. Had he not reason, lord Demetrius ? Did you not use his daughter very friendly? Dem. I would we had a thousand Roman dames At such a bay, by turn to serve our lust. Chi. A charitable wish, and full of love. 170 Aar. Here lacketh but your mother to say amen. Chi. And that would she for twenty thousand more. Dem. Come, let us go; and pray to all the gods For our beloved mother in her pains. Aar. Pray to the devils; the gods have given us [Aside. Flourish. Dem. Why do the emperor's trumpets flourish o'er. thus? |