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[Exit. Tam. Now will I hence about my business, And take my ministers along with me.
Tit. Nay, nay, let Rape and Murder stay with me; Or else I'll call my brother back again, And cleave to no revenge but Lucius.
[him, Tam. What say you, boys, will you abide with Wbiles I go tell my lord, the Emperor, How I have govern'd our determind jeft! Yield to his humour, smooth and speak him fair, And tarry with him 'till I come again.
Tit. I know them all, tho' they suppose me mad; And will o'er-reach them in their own devices: A pair of cursed hell-hounds and their dam. [Aside.
Dem. Madam, depart at pleasure, leave us here.
Tam. Farewel, Andronicus; Revenge now goes To lay a complot to betray thy foes.
Exit Tamora. Tit. I know, thou dost; and, sweet Revenge,
farewel. 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 Servants. Pub. What is your will?
Tit. Know ye these two ?
Pub. The Empress' fons,
Tit. Fie, Publius, fie! thou art too much deceiv'd,
wish for such an hour, And now I find it, therefore bind them sure.
[Exit Titus. Chi. Villians, forbear; we are the Empress' sons.
Pub. And therefore do we what we are commanded. Stop close their mouths ; let them not speak a word. Is he sure bound? look, that ye bind them fast.
SC EN E Enter Titus Andronicus with a knife, and Lavinia
with a Bafon. Tit.
mud, 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 ; Bóth her sweet hands, her tongue, and that more dear, Than hands or tongue, her spotless Chastity, Inhuman traitors, you constrain'd and forc'd. What would ye say, if I should let you speak? Villians !--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 stumps doth hold VOL VII. N
The bason, that receives your guilty blood.
: Lavinia, come, 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 vile heads be bak'd. Come, come, be every one officious To make this banquet, which I wish might prove More itern and bloody than the Centaurs' feast,
[He cuts their throats. So, now bring them in, for I'll play the cook, And see them ready 'gainst the mother comes.
[Exeunt. Enter Lucius, Marcus, and Goths with Aaron Prisoner.
Luc. Uncle Marcus, since it is 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 Emp’ror'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 curles in my car,
And prompt me that my tongue may utter forth
Exeunt Goths with Aaron. Sirs, help our uncle to convey him in. Flourish. The trumpets fhew, the Emperor is at hand.
S CE N E VI. Sound trumpets. Enter Emperor and Empress, with Tri
bunes and others. Sat. HAT, hath the firmament more funs
than one ? Luc. What boots it thee to call thyself a Sun? Mar. Rome's Emperor, and Nephew, break the par
ley; These quarrels must be quietly debated : 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 : 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
Sat. 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 beholden to you, good Andronicus. Tit. And if your Highness knew my heart, you
were, My lord the Emperor, resolve me this ; Nu
Was it well done of rash Virginius,
Sat. It was, Andronicus.
Sat. Because the girl should not survive her shame, And by her presence still renew his sorrows.
Tit. A reason mighty, strong, and effe&ual,
[He kills her. Sat. What haft thou done, unnatural and unkind ? Tit. Kill'd her, for whom my tears have made me
And it is now done.
deed ? Tit. Will't please you eat, willt please your High
ness feed ? Tam. Why haft thou llain thine only daughter
Tit. Not‘l, 'twas Chiron and Demetrius. [thus ? They ravish'd her, and cut away her tongue, And they, 'twas they, that did her all this wrong.
Sat. Go, fetch them hither to us presently.
Tit. Why, there they are both, baked in that pye, Whereof their mother daintily hath fed; Eating the flesh, that she herself hath bred. 'Tis true, 'tis true; witness, my knife's Barp point.
[He stabs the Empress. Sat. Die, frantic wretch, for this accursed deed.
(He stabs Titus. Luc. Can the son's eye behold the father bleed ? There's meed for meed, death for a deadly deed.
[Lucius ftabs the Emperor.