Sat. Die, frantick wretch, for this accurfed deed.
Luc. Can the fon's eye behold his father bleed?
[He ftabs Titus.
There's meed for meed, death for a deadly deed.
[Lucius ftabs the Emperor.
Mar. You fad-fac'd men, people and fons of Rome,
By uproar fever'd, like a flight of fowl
Scatter'd by winds and high tempeftuous gufts,
Oh, let me teach you how to knit again
This fcatter'd corn into one mutual fheaf,
These broken limbs again into one body.

Goth. Let Rome herself be Bane unto herself;
And she whom mighty Kingdoms curtly to,
Like a forlorn and defperate caft away,
Do fhameful execution on herself.

Mar. But if my frofty figns and chaps of age,
Grave witneffes of true experience,
Cannot induce you to attend my words,
Speak, Rome's dear friend; as erft our Ancestor,

[To Lucius.

When with his folemn tongue he did discourse
To love-fick Dido's fad attending ear,
The story of that baleful burning Night,
When fubtile Greeks furpriz'd King Priam's Troy :
Tell us, what Sinon hath bewitch'd our ears,
Or who hath brought the fatal engine in,
That gives our Troy, our Rome, the civil wound.
My heart is not compact of flint, nor steel;
Nor can I utter all our bitter grief,

But floods of tears will drown my oratory,
And break my very utt'rance; even in the time
When it should move you to attend me most,
Lending your kind commiferation.-

Here is a Captain, let him tell the Tale,

Your hearts will throb and weep to hear him speak.
Luc. Then, noble Auditory, be it known to you,
That curfed Chiron and Demetrius

Were

Were they that murdered our Emperor's brother,
And they it were that ravished our fifter;
For their fell faults our brothers were beheaded,
Our father's tears defpis'd, and bafely cozen'd
Of that true hand that fought Rome's quarrel out,
And fent her enemies into the grave.
Laftly, myself unkindly banish'd,

The gates fhut on me, and turn'd weeping out,
To beg relief among Rome's enemies;

Who drown'd their enmity in my true tears,
And op'd their arms t'embrace me as a friend;
And I am turn'd forth, be it known to you,
That have preferv'd her welfare in my blood,
And from her bosom took the enemy's point,
Sheathing the steel in my advent'rous body.
Alas!-you know, I am no vaunter, I;
My fcars can witnefs, dumb although they are,
That my report is juft, and full of truth.
But, foft, methinks, I do digrefs too much,
Citing my worthlefs praife: oh, pardon me,
For when no friends are by, men praise themfelves.
Mar. Now is my tongue to fpeak: behold this
child,

Of this was Tamora deliver❜d;

The iffue of an irreligious Moor,

Chief architect and plotter of these woes;
The villain is alive in Titus' houfe,

And as he is, to witnefs this is true.
Now judge, what caufe had Titus to revenge
Thefe wrongs, unspeakable, past patience,
Or more than any living man could bear.

Now you have heard the truth, what fay you, Romans?

Have we done aught amifs? fhew us wherein,
And from the place where you behold us now,
The poor remainder of Andronicus,

We'll hand in hand all headlong caft us down,

And

And on the ragged ftones beat out our brains,
And make a mutual Clofure of our House.
Speak, Romans, fpeak; and, if you fay, we fhall,
Lo, hand in hand, Lucius and I will fall.

Em. Come, come, thou reverend man of Rome,
And bring our Emperor gently in thy hand,
Lucius our Emperor, for, well I know,
The common voice do cry, it shall be fo.
Mar. Lucius, all hail, Rome's royal Emperor !
Go, go, into old Titus' forrowful houfe,
And hither hale that mifbelieving Moor,
To be adjudg'd fome direful flaughtering death;
As punishment for his most wicked life.
Lucius, all hail, Rome's gracious governour!
Luc. Thanks, gentle Romans: may I govern fo,
To heal Rome's harm, and drive away her woe!
But, gentle people, give me aim a while,
For nature puts me to a heavy task:
Stand all aloof; but, Uncle, draw you near,
To fhed obfequious tears upon this Trunk;
Oh, take this warm kifs on thy pale cold lips,"
[Kiffes Titus.
These forrowful drops uppn thy blood-ftain'd face;
The laft true duties of thy noble Son.

Mar. Ay, tear for tear, and loving kifs for kifs, Thy brother Marcus tenders on thy lips;

O, were the fum of thefe that I fhould pay
Countless and infinite, yet would I pay them!

Luc. Come hither, boy; come, come, and learn

of us

To melt in showers; thy grandfire lov'd thee well;
Many a time he danc'd thee on his knee,
Sung thee afleep, his loving breaft thy pillow;
Many a matter hath he told to thee,
Meet and agreeing with thy infancy;
In that refpect then, like a loving child,
Shed yet fome fmall drops from thy tender fpring,

Bc

Because kind nature doth require it fo:
Friends fhould affociate friends, in grief and woe.
Bid him farewel, commit him to the grave;
Do him that kindness, and take leave of him.
Boy. O grandfire, grandfire! ev'n with all my heart,
'Would I were dead, fo you did live again-
O Lord, I cannot fpeak to him for weeping-
My tears will choak me, if I ope my mouth.

Rom. You fad Andronici, have done with woes: Give fentence on this execrable wretch,

That hath been breeder of thefe dire events.

Luc. Set him breaft deep in earth, and famish him,' There let him stand, and rave and cry for food;

If any one relieves or pities him,

For the offence he dies. This is our doom.
Some stay to fee him fastned in the earth.

Aar. O, why fhould wrath be mute, and fury dumb!

I am no baby, I, that with base prayers

I should repent the evil I have done :
Ten thousand worse, than ever yet I did,
Would I perform, if I might have my will;
If one good deed in all my life I did,

I do repent it from my very foul.

Luc. Some loving friends convey the Emp'ror hence,

And give him burial in his father's grave.
My father and Lavinia fhall forthwith
Be closed in our Houfhold's Monument:

As for that heinous tygrefs Tamora,

No funeral rites, nor man in mournful weeds,
No mournful bell fhall ring her burial;

But throw her forth to beafts and birds of prey;
Her life was beaft-like, and devoid of pity;
And, being fo, fhall have like want of pity.
See juftice done on Aaron that damn'd Moor,
From whom our heavy haps had their beginning;
Then, afterwards, we'll order well the State;
That like events may ne'er it ruinate. [Exeunt omnes.