Of Lucius, Ton to old Andronicus :
Who threats in courfe of his revenge to do
As much as ever Coriolanus did.

Sat. Is warlike Lucius General of the Goths ?
Thefe Tidings nip me, and I hang the head
As flowers with froft,or grafs beat down with ftorms.
Ay, now begin our forrows to approach ;
'Tis he, the common people love fo much :
Myfelf hath often over-heard them fay,
(When I have walked like a private man)
That Lucius' banifhment was wrongfully,
And they have wifh'd, that Lucius were their Em-
peror.

Tarn. Why mould you fear ? is not our city ftrong?

Sat. Ay, but the citizens favour Lucius,
And will revolt from me, to fuccour him.

a Jball fays privilege,"] i. e. make or eftablifh privilege.

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. King, be thy thoughts imperious like thy

name.

Is the fun dim'd, that gnats do fly in it ?
The eagle fuffers little birds to fing,
And is not careful what they mean thereby,
Knowing that with the fhadow of his wings
He can at pleafure flint their melody ;
Ev'n fo may'ft thou the giddy men of Rome.
Then cheer thy fpirit, for know, thou Emperor,
I will enchant the old Andronicus
With words more fweet, and yet more dangerous,
Than baits to filh, or honey-ftalks to fheep ;
When as the one is wounded with the bait,
The other rotted with delicious food.

Sat. But he will not intreat his fon for us.

'Tarn. If Tamora intreat him, then he will :
For I can fmooth, and fill his aged ear
With golden promifes ; that were his heart
Almoft impregnable, his old ears deaf.
Yet mould both ear and heart obey my tongue.
Go thou before as our embaffador ;
Say, that the Emperor requefts a parley
Of warlike Lucius^ and appoint the meeting.

Sat. JEmilim^ do this mefiage honourably ;
And if he tland on hoftage for his fafety,
Bid him demand what pledge will pleafe him bed.

Mmil. Your bidding mall I do effectually. [Exit,

^Tani. Now will I to that old Andronicu^
And temper him, with all the art I have,
To pluck proud Lucius from the warlike Goths,
And now, fweet Emperor, be blith again,
And bury all thy fear in my devices.

Sat. Then go fuccefsfujly, and plead to him.

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A C T V. SCENE I.

A Camp at a fmall dtftance from Rome.
Enter Lucius with Goths, with drum and, foldicn,

Lucius.

AP P R OV E D warriors, and my faithful friends,
I have received letters from great Rome,
Which fignifie, what hate they bear their Emp'ror,
And how defirous of our fight they are.
Therefore, great lords, be, as your titles witnefs,
Imperious and impatient of your wrongs ;
And wherein Rome l hath done you any fcathe,
Let him make treble fatisfaclion.

Gotb. Brave flip, fprung from the great Andromcus^
(Whofe name was once our terror, now our comfort,)
Whofe high exploits and honourable deeds
Ingrateful Rome requites with foul contempt,
Be bold in us 5 we'll follow, where thou lead'ft:
Like flinging bees in hotteft fummer's day,
Led by their matter to the flower'd fields,
And be aveng'd on curfed famora.

Omnes. And, as he faith, fo fay we all with him.

Luc. I humbly thank him, and I thank you all.
But who comes here, led by a lufty Gotb ?

SCENE II.

Enter a Goth leading Aaron, with bis child in
his Arms.

Goth, Renowned Lucius , from our troops I ftray 'd
To gaze upon a ruinous monaftery :

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And as I earneftly did fix mine eye
Upon the wafted building, fuddenly
I heard a child cry underneath a wall ;
I made unto the noife, when foon I heard
The crying babe controul'd with this difcourfe :
Peace, tawny flave, half me and half thy dam,
Did not thy Hue bewray whofe brat thou art,
Had nature lent thee but thy mother's look,
Villain, thou might'ft have been an Emperor:
But where the bull and cow are both milk-white,
They never do beget a cole-black calf;
Peace, villain, peace! (ev*n thus he rates the babej
For I mult bear thee to a trufty Goth ;
Who, when he knows thou art the Emprefs* babe,
Will hold thee dearly for thy mother's fake.
With this, my weapon drawn, I rufli'd upon him,
Surpriz'd him fuddenly, and brought him hither,
To ufe as you think needful of the man.

Luc. O worthy Goth, this is th* incarnate Devil,
That robb'd Andronicus of his good hand ,
This is the Pearl that pleas'd your Emprefs* eye,
And here's the bafe fruit of his burning luft.
Say, wall-ey'd flave, whither would'ft thou convey
This growing image of thy fiend-like face?
Why doft not fpeak ? what ! deaf? no ! not a word?
A halter, foldiers-, hang him on this tree,
And by his fide his fruit of baftardy.

Aar. Touch not the boy, he is of royal blood.

Luc. Too like the fire for ever being good.
Firft, hang the child, that he may fee it fprawl
A fight to vex the father's foul withal.
Get me a ladder.

Aar. Lucius^ fave the child,
And bear it from me to the Emperefs ;
If thou do this, I'll mew thee wondr'ous thing?.
That highly may advantage thee to hear;
If thou wilt not, befall what may befall,

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I'll fpeak no more ; but Vengeance rot you all !

Luc. Say on, and if it pleafe me which thou fpeak'ft*
Thy child fhall live, and I will fee it nourifh'd.

Aar. An if it pleafe thee? why, affure thee, Lucius,
'Twill vex thy foul to hear what I fhall fpeak :
For I mud talk of murthers, rapes and mafiacres,
Acts of black night, abominable deeds,
Complots of mifchief, treafon, villanies,
Ruthful to hear, yet piteoufly perform'd :
And this fhall all be buried by my death,
Unlefs thou fwear to me, my child mail live.

Luc. Tell on thy mind ; I fay, thy child fhall live.

Aar. Swear, that he fhal] ; and then I will begin.

Luc. Who mould I fwear by? thou believ'ft no

God:
That granted, how can'ft thou believe an oath ?

Aar. What if I do not! as, indeed, 1 do not ;
Yer, for I know thou art religious,
And haft a thing within thee called Confcience,
\Vith twenty popifh tricks and ceremonies
Which I have feen thee careful to obferve :
Therefore I urge thy oath ; (for that, I know,
An idiot holds his bauble for a God,
And keeps the oath, which by that God he fwears,
To that i'il urge him j) therefore thou malt vow
By that fame God, what God foe'er it be,
That thou ador'ft and hall in reverence,
To fave my boy, nourifh and bring him up ;
Or elfe I would diicover nought to thee.

Lqc. Even by my God I fwear to thee, I will.

Aar. Firft, know thou, I begot him on the Emprefs,

Luc. O moft infatiate, luxurious, woman !

Aar. Tur, Lucius, this was but a deed of charity,
To that which thou malt hear of me anon.
3 Twas her two fons, that murder'd Ba/ianus ;
They cut thy filler's tongue, and ravifh'd her,
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Luc. Oh, deteftable villain ! call'ft thou that triming ?

Aar. Why, fhe was wafhed, and cut, and trim'd ;
And 'twas trim fport for them that had the doing oft.

Luc. Oh, barb'rous beaftly villains like thyfelf!

Aar. Indeed, I was their tutor to inftruft them;
That codding fpirit had they from their mother,
As fure a card as ever won the fet ;
That bloody mind, I think, they learn'd of me,

As true a dog as ever fought at head ,

Well j let my deeds be witnefs of my worth.

I train'd thy brethren to that guileful hole,

"Where the dead corps of Bafftanus lay :

I wrote the letter that thy father found,

And hid the gold within the letter mention'd ;

Confederate with the Queen, and her two fons.

And what not done, that thou haft caufe to rue,

Wherein I had no ftroke of mifchief in't !

I plaid the cheater for thy father's hand,

And when I had it, drew myfelf apart,

And almoft broke my heart with extream laughter,

I pry'd me through the crevice of a wall,

When for his hand he had his two fons' heads ;

Beheld his tears, and laugh'd fo heartily,

That both mine eyes were rainy like to his:

And when I told the Emprefs of this fport,

She fwooned almoft at my pleafing Tale,

And fpr my tidings gave me twenty kiffes,

Goth. What! can'ft thou fay all this, and never
blufh!

Aar. Ay, like a black dog, as the Saying is.

Luc. Art thou not forry for thefc heinous deeds ?

Aar. Ay, that I had not done a thoufand more.
Ev'n now I curfe the day (and yet, I think,
Few come within the compafs of my curfe)
Wherein I d|d not fome notorious 111,
As kill a man, or elfe devife his death ;
Ravifh a maid, or plot the way to do it ;

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Accufe fome innocent, and forfwear myfelf ;
Set deadly enmity between two friends ;
Make poor Men*s cattle break their necks ;
Set fire on barns and hay-ftacks in the night,
And bid the owners quench them with their tears :
Oft have I digg'd up dead men from their graves,
And fet them upright at their dear friends' doors,
Ev'n when their lorrow almoft was forgot;
And on their skins, as on the bark of trees,
Have with my knife carved in Roman letters,
' Let not your forrow die, though I am dead.
Tut, I have done a thoufand dreadful things.
As willingly as one would kill a fly :
And nothing grieves me heartily indeed,
But that I cannot do ten thoufand more.

Luc. Bring down the devil, for he mud not die
So fweet a death, as hanging prefently.

Aar. If there be devils, 'would I were a devil,
To live and burn in ever-lafting fire,
So I might have your company in hell,
But to torment you with my bitter tongue !

Luc. Sirs, flop his mouth, and let him fpeak no
more.

Enter .^Emilius.

Gotb. My lord, there is a meflenger from Rome
Defires to be admitted to your prefence.

Luc. Let him come near. *

Welcome, jmilius 9 what's the news from Rome ?

jEmil. Lord Lucius, and you princes of the Gotbs,
The Roman Emperor greets you all by me ;
And, for he understands you are in arms,
He craves a parley at your father's houfe,
Willing you to demand your hoftages,
And they (hall be immediately deliver'd.

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TITUS ANDRONICUS.

Luc. &miUus, let the Emperor give his pledges
Unto my father and my uncle Marcus,
And we will come : march away. [Exeunt,

SCENE III.

Changes to Titus'.* Palace In Rome.

Enter Tamora, Chiron, find Demetrius, difguis'd.

Ttf/Tf . "T~* H U S, in thefe ftrange and fad habiliments,

1 I will encounter with Andronicus :
And fay, I am Revenge fent from below,
To join with him, and right his heinous wrongs:
Knock at the Study, where, they fay, he keeps,
To ruminate ftrange plots of dire revenge ;
Tell him, Revenge is come to join with him,
And work confufion on his enemies.

[They knock, and Titus appears above,

Tit. Who doth moleft my contemplation ?
Is it your trick to make me ope the door,
That fo my fad decrees may fly away,
And all my ftudy be to no effect ?
You are deceiv'd j for what I mean to do,
See, here in bloody lines I have fet down j
And what is written, fhall be executed.

yam. Titus, 1 am come to talk with thee.

Tit. No, not a word: how can I grace my Talk,
Wanting a hand to give it that accord ?
Thou haft the odds of me, therefore no more.

Tarn. If thou did'fl know me, thou wouldft talk
with me.

Tit. I am not mad ; I know thee well enough ;
Witnefs this wretched flump, thele crimfom lines,
Witnefs thefe trenches, made by grief and care,
Witnefs the tiring day and heavy night ;
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For our proud Emprefs, mighty Tamora:
Is not thy Coming for my other hand ?

Tarn. Know thou, fad man, I am not Tamora, j
She is thy enemy, and I thy friend ;
I am Revenge, fent from th' infernal Kingdom,
To cafe the gnawing Vulture of thy mind,
By working wreak ful vengeance on thy foes.
Come down, and welcome me to this world's light ;
Confer with me of murder and of death ;
There's not a hollow cave, nor lurking place,
No vaft obfcurity, or mifty vale,
Where bloody Murder or detefted Rape
Can couch for fear, but I will find them out ;
And in their ears tell them my dreadful name,
Revenge, which makes the foul offenders quake.

Tit. Art thou Revenge ? and art thou fent to me,
To be a torment to mine enemies ?

Tarn. I am ; therefore come down, and welcome me.

Tit. Do me fome fervice, ere I come to thee :
L,o, by thy fide whxre Rape, and Murder, (lands ; '
Now give fome furance that thou art Revenge^
Stab them, or tear them on thy chariot- wheels ;
And then J*ll come and be thy waggoner,
And whirl along with thee about the globes :
Provide two proper Palfries black as jet,
To hale thy vengeful waggon fwift away,
And find out murders in their guilty caves.
And when thy car is loaden with their heads,
I will difmounr, and by thy waggon wheel
Trot like a fervile foot-man all day long -,
Even from Hyperion's rifing in the eaft,
Until his very downfal in the fea.
And day by day I'll do this heavy task,
So thou deftroy Rapine and Murder there.

Tarn. Thefe are my minifters, and come with me.

Tit. Are they thy minifters ? what are they call'd *

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'Caufe they take vengeance on fuch kind of men.

Tit . Good lord, how like the Emprefs' Tons they arc,
And you the Emprefs ! but we worldly men
Have miferable and miftaking eyes :

fweet Revenge, now do I come to thee,

And if one arm's embracement will content thee,

1 will embrace thee in it by and by.

[Exit Titus from above.
Tarn. This clofing with him fits his lunacy,
Whate'er I forge to feed his brain-fick fits,
Do you uphold, and maintain in your fpeech,
For now he firmly takes me for Revenge :
And, being credulous in this mad thought,
I'll make him fend for Lucius, his fon :
And whilft I at a banquet hold him fure,
I'll find fome cunning practice out of hand,
To fcatter and difperfe the giddy Goths >
Or at the leaft, make them his enemies :
See, here he comes, and I muft ply my theme.

SCENE IV.

Enter Titus.

TzV. Long have I been forlorn, and all for thee:
Welcome, dread fury, to my woful houfe ;
Rapine and Murder, you are welcome too :
How like the Emprefs and her fons you are!
Well are you fitted, had you but a Moor ;
Could not all hell afford you fuch a devil ?
For, well I wot, the Emprefs never wags,
But in her company there is a Moor ;
And would you reprefent our Queen aright,
It were convenient you had fuch a devil :
But welcome, as you are : what mail we do ?

fam. What wouldft thou have us do, Andronicus?

Dem. Shew me a murderer, I'll deal with him.

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Chi. Shew me a villain, that has done a rape,
And I am fent to be reveng'd on him.

Tarn. Shew me a thoufand, that have done thee

wrong ;
And I will be revenged on them all.

Tit. Look round about the wickec" ftreets of Rome y
And when thou find'ft a man that's like thyfelf,
Good Murder, ftab him ; he's a murderer.
Go thou with him, and when it is thy hap
To find another that is like to thee,
Good Rapine, ftab him ; he is a raviflier.
Go thou with them, and in the Emperor's Court
There is a Queen attended by a Moor ;
Well may'fl thou know her by thy own proportion:,
For up and down me doth referable thee ;
I pray thee, do on them fome violent death 5
They have been violent to me and mine.

1am. Well haft thou lefibn'd us, this fhall we do.
But would it pleafe thee, good Andronicus y
To fend for Lucius thy thrice-valiant fon,
Who leads tow'rds Rome a band of warlike Goths 9
And bid him come and banquet at thy houfe.
When he is here, even at thy folemn feaft,
I will bring in the Emprefs and her fons,
The Emperor himfelf, and all thy foes ;
And at thy mercy mail they ftoop and kneel,
And on them malt thou eale thy angry heart i
What fays Andronicus to this device ?

lit. Marcus, my brother ! 'tis fad Titus calls !

Enter Marcus.

Go, gentle Marcus^ to thy nephew Lucius ;
Thou fhalt enquire him out among the Goths:
Bid him repair to me : and bring with him
Some of the chiefeft Princes of the Goths ;
Bid him encamp his Soldiers where they are;
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Feaft at my houfe, and he fhall feaft with them ;
This do thou for my love, and fo let him,
As he regards his aged father's life.

Mar. This will I do, and foon return again.

[Exit.

'Tarn. Now will I hence about my bufinefs,
And take my minifters along with me.

'fit. Nay, nay, let Rape and Murder flay with me ;
Or elfe I'll call my brother back again,
And cleave to no revenge but Lucius.

'Tarn. What fay you, boys, will you abide with

him,

Whiles I go tell my lord, the Emperor,
How I have govern'd our determin'd jeft ?
Yield to his humour, fmooth and fpeak him fair,
And tarry with him 'till I come again.

Tit. I know them all, tho* they fuppofe me mad ;
And will o'er-reach them in their own devices :
A pair of curfed hell-hounds and their dam.

[Afide.

Dem. Madam, depart at pleafure, leave us here.

Tarn. Farewel, Andronicus ; Revenge now goes
To lay a complot to betray thy foes.

[Exit Tamora.-

Tit. I know, thou doft ; and, fweet Revenge,
farewel.

Chi. Tell us, old man, how mail we be em-
ploy 'd?

Tit. Tut, I have work enough for you to do.
Publics, come hither, Caws, and Valentine /

Enter Publius and Servants.

Pub. What is your will ?
Tit. Know ye thefe two ?
Pub The Emprefs* fons,
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Tit. Fie, Publius, fie ! thou art too much dc

ceiv'd,

The one is Murder, Rape is th' other's name i
And therefore bind them, gentle Publius ;
Cams and Valentine, lay hands on them ;
Oft have you heard me wifh for fuch an hour,
And now I find it, therefore bind them fure.

[Exit Titui.

Chi. Villains, forbear ; we are the Emprefs' fons.
Pub. And therefore do we what we are com-
manded.

Stop clofe their mouths ; let them not fpeak a word.
Is he fure bound ? look, that ye bind them faft.

SCENE V.

Enter Titus Andronicus with a Knife, and Lavinia
with a Bafon.

fit. Come, come, Lavinia; look, thy foes are

bound ;

Sirs, flop their mouths, let them not fpeak to me,
But let them hear what fearful words I utter.
Oh, villains, Chiron and Demetrius !
Here flands the fpring whom you have ftain'd with

mud,

This goodly fummer 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 jeft ;
Both her fweet hands, her tongue, and that more dear,
Than hands or tongue, her fpotlefs Chaftity,
Inhuman traitors, you conftrain'd and forc'd.
What would ye fay, if I mould let you fpeak ?
Villains! for fhame, you could not beg for grace.
Hark, wretches, how I mean to martyr you.
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Whilft that Lavinia 'twixt her flumps doth hold

The bafon, that receives your guilty blood.

You know, your mother means to fcaft with me,

And calJs herfelf Revenge, and thinks me mad

Hark, villains, I will grind your bones to duft,

And with your blood and it I'll make a pafte ;

And of the pafte a coffin will I rear,

And make two pafties of your lhameful heads ;

And bid that (trumpet, your unhallow'd dam,

Like to the earth, (wallow her own increafe.

This is the feaft that I have bid her to,

And this the banquet (he (hall furfeit on ;

For worfe than Philomel you us'd my daughter,

And worfe than Procne I will be reveng'd.

And now prepare your throats : Lavinia, come,

Receive the blood ; and, when that they are dead,

Let me go grind their bones to powder fmall,

And with this hateful liquor temper it ;

And in that pafte let their vile heads be bak'd.

Come, come, be every one officious

To make this banquet, which I wifli might prove

More ftern and bloody than the Centaurs' feaft.

\_He cuts their throats*

So, now bring them in, for I'll play the cook,
And fee them ready 'gainft the mother comes.

[Exfunt.

Enter Lucius, Marcus, and Goths with Aaron
Prifoner.

Luc. Uncle Marcus, fince it is my father's mind
That I repair to Rome, I am content.

Goth. And ours with thine, befall what fortune,
will.

Luc . Good uncle, take you in this barbarous Mw
This ravenous tiger, this accurfed devil j
Let him receive no fuftenance, fetter him,
'Till he be brought unto the Kmp'ror's face,

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For teftimony of thefe foul proceedings ;
And fee, the ambufh of our friends be ftrong ;
I fear, the Emperor means no good to us.

slar. Sogie devil whifper curfes in my ear,
And prompt me that my tongue may utter forth
The venomous malice of my fwelling heart !

Luc. Away, inhuman dog, unhallow'd (lave.

[Exeunt Goths with Aaron.

Sirs, help our uncle to convey him in. [Flouri/h.
The trumpets fhew, the Emperor is at hand.

SCENE VI.

Sound trumpets. Enter Emperor and Emprefs, with
Tribunes and others.

Sat. What, hath the firmament more funs than
one ?

Luc. What boots it thee to call thyfelf a Sun?

Mar. Rome's Emperor, and Nephew, break the

parley ;

Thefe quarrels muft be quietly debated :
The feaft is ready, which the careful Titus
Hath ordain'd to an honourable end,
For peace, for love, for league, and good to Rome :
Pleafe 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.

Tit. Welcome, my gracious lord ; welcome, dread

Queen,

Welcome, ye warlike Goths, welcome, Lucius,

And welcome, all ; although the cheer be poor,

'Twill fill your ftomachs, pleafe you eat of it.

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fit. Becaufe I would be fure to have all well,
To entertain your Highnefs, and your Empreis.
Tarn. We are beholden to you, goodslndronicus.
Tit. And if your Highnefs knew my heart, you

were.

My : lord the Emperor, refolve me this ;
Was it well done of ram Pirgimus,
To flay his daughter with his own right hand,
Becaufe fhe was enforc'd, ftain'd, and deflour'd ?
Sat. It was, Andronicus.
Tit. Your reafon, mighty lord ?
Sat. Becaufe the girl mould not furvive her mame,
And by her prefence ftill renew his forrows.

Tit. A reafon mighty, flrong, and effectual,
A pattern, precedent, and lively warrant,
For me, moft wretched, to perform the like :
Die, die, Lavinia, and thy {hame with thee,
And with thy mame thy father's forrow die !

{He kills her.

Sat. What haft thou done, unnatural and unkind ?
Tit. Kill'd her, for whom my tears have made me

blind.

I am as woful as Virgmms was,
And have a thoufand times more caufe than he
To do this outrage. And it is now done.

Sat. What, was me ravifh'd ? tell, who did the

deed ?

27?. Will't pleafe you eat, will't pleafe your High-
nefs feed ?
Tarn. Why haft thou flain thine only daughter

thus ?

Tit. Not I, 'twas Chiron and Demetrius.
They ravifh'd her, and cut away her tongue,
And they, 'twas they, that did her all this wrong.
Sat. Go, fetch them hither to us prefently.
Tit. Why, there they are both, baked in that

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Whereof their mother daintily hath fed ;

Eating the flelh, that Ihe herfelf hath bred.

'Tis true, 'tis truej witnefs, my knife's {harp point.

[Heftabs the Emprefs.
Sat. Die, frantick wretch, for this accuried deed.

[Hejiabt Tims.

Luc. Can the fon's eye behold his father bleed ?
There's meed for meed, death for a deadly deed.

^Lucius ftabs the Emperor.

Mar. You fad-fac'd men, people and fonsof Rome,
By uprore 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,
Thefe broken limbs again into one body.

Goth. Let Rome herfelf be Bane unto herfelf ;
And me whom mighty Kingdoms curtfie to,
Like a forlorn and defperate caft-away,
Do fhameful execution on herfelf.

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

[T0. Lucius*

When with his folemn tongue he did difcourfe
To love-fick Dido's fad attending ear,
The (lory of that baleful burning Night,
When fubtle 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 fteel j
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 mould move you to attend me moil,
Lending your kind commiferation.

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TITUS ANDRONICUS. 325

Here is a Captain, let him tell the Tale.

Your hearts will throb and weep to hear him fpeak.