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[Exeunt Demet. and Cm., becaring oj^ the
Nurse.

Aaron, Now to the Gtotbs, as swift as swallow
flies;
There to dispose this treasure in mine arms,
And secretly to greet the empress' friends:
Come on, you thick-lipp*d slave. I'll bear you

hence;
For it is you that puts us to our shifts :
I'll make you feed on berries and on roots.
And feed on curds and whey, and suck the goat.
And cabin in a cave, and bring you up
To be a warrior, and command a camp. [EadL

SCENE IIL—A puUic place in Rome.

Enter Titos, Marcus, young Lucius, and othet
Gentlemen, with boujt^ andTiTvabearethearrowe
toith Utttra on tJiem,

Tit, Come, Marcos; come, kinsmen; this is

the way :
Sir boy, let me see your archery ;
Look ye draw home enough, and 'tis there straight.
Terras Aetraaretiquit, be you remember'd, Marcus.
She's gone, she's fled. Sirs, take yoo to your

tools;
You, cousins, shall go sound the oeean,
And cast your nets. Happily, you may find her

in the sea;
Yet there's as little justice as at land :
No ; Publius and Sempronius, you must do it;
Tin you must di>c with mattock and with spade
And pierce the inmost centre of the earth ;
Then, when you eome to Pluto's region,
I pray yoo, deliver him this petition;
Tell him it is for justice and for aid.
And that it comes from old Andronicus,
Bludten with sorrows in ungrateful Rome.
Ah, Romel well, well, I made thee miserable
What time I threw the people*8 auflrages
On him that thus doth tyrannize o'er me.
Go, get you gone, and pray be careful all.
And leave you not a man-of-war uiisearch'd:
Thii« wicked emperor may havb ahipp'd her hen^
And kinsmen, then we may go pipe for jostr [^



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Marc O, Poblins, is oot this a hearj case,
To see thy noble uncle thus distract?

Pub. Therefore, my lord, it highlj us oonoems,
By day and night t' attend him carefully;
And feed his humour kindly as we may,
Till time beget some careful remedy.

Marc Kinsmen, his sorrows are pa^t remedy.
Joui with the Cioths, and with revenireful war
Take wreak on Rome for this ingratitude,
And vengeance on the traitor Saturnine.

Tit. Publius, how now? how now, my masters?
What, liave you met with her?

Fub, No, my good lord; bat Pluto sends yoa
word,
If yon will have revenge from hell yon shall :
Marry, for Justice she is so employed,
lie thinks, with Jove in lieaven, or somewhere else,
So that perforce you must needs stay a time.

TU. He doth me wrong to feed me with delays,
I'll dive into the burning lake below.
And pull her out of Acheron by the heels.
Marcus, we are but shrubs; no cedars we,
No big-bon'd men, fram'd of the Cyclops* size;
But metal, Marcus, steel to the very back,
Yet wrimg with wrrongs more than oar backs can

l^r:
And sith there is no justice in earth nor hell,
We will solicit heaven, and move the gods,
To send down justice for to wreak our wrongs.
Come to this gear ; you are a good archer, Marcus.
[He ffive* them the arrows.
Ad Jooeoiy that^s for you ; here, ad ApoUonem:
Ad Mortem, that's fur myself;
Here, boy, to Pallas; here, to Mercury:
To Saturn, Caius, not to Saturnine,
You were as good to shoot against the wind.
To it, boy: Marcus, loose when I bid:
Of my word, 1 have written to effect,
There's not a god unsolicited.

Marc Kinsmen, shoot all your shafts into the
court:
We will afflict the emperor in his pride.

TiL Now, mastei-s, draw. 0h,well8aid,LucitisI

[Tliey tiiooL
Good boy, in Virgo's lap; give it Pallas.

Marc My lord, I aim a mile beyond the moon;
Your letter is with J upiter by this.

Tit, Ha, ha I Publius, Publius, what hast thou
done?
See, see, thou hast shot off one of Taoros* horns.

Marc This was the sport, my lord : when Pub-
lius shot.
The Bull, being galPd, gave Aries such a knock.
That down fell buth the Kam's horns in the court,
And who should find them but the empress' villain :
She laugh 'd, and told the Moor he should not choose
But give them to his master for a present.

Tit, Wh^, there it goes : God give yoor lord-
ship joy.

Wnter Clown, with a hashetf and ttoo pgeon$ in iu

ISt, News, news from heaven I Marcos, the
post is come,
dirrah, what tidmgs? have you any letters?
Shall I have justice? what says Jupiter?

Clown, Hoi the gibbet-maker? he says that he
bath taken them down again, for the man must
not be hanged till the next week.

Tit. But wluit says Jupiter, 1 ask thee?

Clown. Alas, sir, 1 know not J upiter :
I never drank with him in all my life.

Tit. Why, villain, art not thou the carrier?

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J\t. Why, didst tboa not come from hearen ?

Clown. From heaven? alas, sir, I never came
there. God forbid I should be so bold to presii Ut
lieaven in my young days! Why, I am going with
my pigeons to the tribunal Plebn, to take ap a
matter of brawl betwixt my ancle and one of th*
imperial^ men.

Marc Wli^, sir, that is as fit as can be to serve
for your oration ; and let him deliver the pigeons
to the emperor from you.

7*it. Tell me, can you deliver an oration to the
emperor with a grace ?

Clown. Nay, truly, sir ; I eoald neyer say graoQ
in all my life.

Tit. Sirrah, come hither ; make no more ado,
But give your pigeons to the emperor:
By me thou shalt have juutice at hb hands.
Hold, hold; meanwhile, here's money for thy

charges.
Give me pen and ink.
Sirrah, can you with a grace deliyer a sopplication ?

Clown. Ay, sir.

Tit. Then here is a supplication for yoa. And
when you come to him, at the first approach you
must kneel; then kiss his foot; then deliver op
your pigeons ; and then look for your reward. I'll
be at liand, sir ; see you do it bravely.

Clown. 1 warrant, you, sir, let me alone.

Tit. Sirrah, hast thou a knife? Come, let me
see it.
Here, Marcus, fold it in the oration,
For thou ha<4t made it like an humble snpplian*.
And when thou hast given it the emperor.
Knock at my door, and tell me what he says.

Clown. Qod be with yoa, sir; I will. [^^

Tit. Come, Marcus, let us go ; Publius, follow
me. [SxeunL

SCENE ly. ^B^i/bre ike Rdaea,

Enter Satdrninus, Tamora, Chiron, Deue-
Tiuns, Lords, and others. The Emperor brings
the arroioe in Itis hand that Titus tltot at hin.

Sat. Why, lords, what wrongs are these? was
ever seen
An emperor in Rome thas overborne.
Troubled, confronted thus; and, for the extent
Of egal justice, used in such contempt?
My lords, yon know, as do the mightfol gods.
However these disturbera of our peace
Buzz in the people's eare, there nought hath pastVl
B It even with law, against the wilful eons
Of old Andronicus. And what an if
His sorrows have so overwhelm'd his wits;
Shall we be thus afflicted in his wreaks.
His fits, his frenzy, and his bitterness?
And now, he writes to heaven for hb redress;
See, here'ft to Jove, and thU to Mercury,
This to Apollo, this to the god of war:
Sweet scrolls to fi^ about the streets of Rome!
What's this, but libelling against the senate,
And blazoning otir unjustice everywhere ?
A goodly humour, b it not, my lords ?
As who would say, in Rome no justice were*
But, if I live, his feigned extasies
Shall be no shelter to these outrages;
But he and hb shall know that Justice lires
In Satuminus' health, whom, if he sleep.
He'll so awake, as he in fury shall
Cut off tlie proud 'st conspirator that lirei.

Tom. My gracious lord, my lovely Saturnine,
Lord of my life, commander of my thoughts,
Cahn thee, and bear the faults of Titos* age.



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Th' effects of sottow for his valiant sons,
Who^ loss hath pierc*d him deep, and scaiT*d hia

heart;
And rather cimfort his distressed plight,
Thnn pra-tecute the meanest or the best
For these contempts: Whj, thus it shall beoome
High-witted Tamora to g'ose with all :
But, Titus, I have touch d thee to the quick,
Thy lite-blood out: if Aaron now be wiaet
Then is all safe, the anchor's in the port. [Aside,
Enter Clown,
ownow.rood fellow, wouldst thou speak with as?
Clown, Yea, forsooth, an jour mistership be

imperial.
Thm. Em))ress I am, but yonder sits the emperor.
CUncn, J is he. God and Saint Stephen give
jon good den ; I have brought you a letter and a
couple of pigeons here. [SATURMNUsr«ad!stA«^tter.
Sat. Go, take liim away, and hang him presently.
Clown. How much money must I have?
Thtn. Come, sirrah, yon must be hang'd.
Clown. Hanged ! bv > lady then 1 have brought
up a neck to a fair end. [Exit, muausd

Sat. Despiteful and intolerable wrongs!
Shall I endure this monstrous villany?
I know from whence this same device proceeds:
Blay thu be borne, as if his traitorous sons,
That died by law for murther of our brother.
Have by my means been butchered wrongfully ?
Go, drag the villain hither by the hair;
Nor age, nor honour, shall shape privilege:
For this proud mock 111 be thy slaughter-man;
Sly frantic wretch, that holpst to make me great,
In hope thyself should govern Rome and oie.
Enter ^Emiuxts.
Sat, What news with thee, iEmilius?
JBndL Arm, my lords; Rome never had more
cause 1
The Goths have gather*d head, and with a power
Of high-resolved men, bent to the spoil,
Thev hither march amain, under conduct
Of Lucius, son to old Andronicus ;
Who threats in course of this revenge to do
As much as ever Coriolanns did.

Sat, Is warlike Lucius general of the Goths?
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SCENE L— PZoms near Rome.

FVmritk, Enter Luaus, vM tm army ^ Goths,

withdrwn,

Imc Approved warriors, and my faithful friends,
I have rec-eived letters from great Rome,
Which signify what hate tliey bear their emperor,
And bow desirous of our sight they are.
Therefore, great lords, be, as your titles witness,
Imperious and impatient of your wmngs ;
And wherein Rome hath done yoa any scaith,
Let him make treble satisfiMStion.

Qoth, Brave slip, sprung firom the great An-
dronicus,
Whose name was once our terror, now oar comfort ;
Whose higli exploits and honourable deeds,
Ingrateful Rome requites with foul contempt,
Be bold in us ; well follow where thou lead'sti
Like stinging bees in hottest summer^s day,
Led by their master to the flower'd fields,
And be avengd on cursed Tamora:
And, as he saith, so sav we all with him.

Luc I bumblv thank him, and I thank von alL
But who oomes here, led by a lusty GU>th '/



As flowers with fi*o«t,or grass beat down with storms;
Ay, now begin our sorrows to spproach :
*Tis he the common people love so much!
Myself hath often heard them say
fWhen I have walked like a private man),
That Lucius' banishment was wrongfully.
And they have wbh'd that Lucius were their
emperor.

Tasnu Why should yon fear ? is not your city
strong ?

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

Tarn, King, be thy thoughts imperious, like thy
name.
Is the sun dimmed, that ^ats do fly in it?
The eai^le suffers little birds to sing.

And is not careful whA they mean thereby,
Knowing that with the shadow of his wing

He can at pleasure stint their melody.
Even so mayst thou the giddy men of Rome!
Then cheer thy spirit: for know, thou emperor
I will enchant the old Andronicus,
With words more sweet, and yet more dangerous
Than baits to fish, or honey-stalks to sheep ;
When as the one is wounded wirh the bait,
The other rotted M-ith delicious feed.

Sat, But he will not entreat his son for ns.

Tarn, If Tamora entreat him, then he will ;
For I can smooth and fill his aged ear
With gulden promises, that, were his heart
Almost impre^able, hi!!> old ears deaf.
Yet should^ both ear and heart obey my tongue.
Go thou before to be our embassador ;

[To JEmuaxsb,
Say that the emperor requests a parley
Of warlike Lucius, and appoint the meeting.

Sat, iEmilius, do this message honourably:
And if he ittand on hostage f>r his safety.
Bid him demand what pled;?e will please him best.

JEkmL Your bidding shall I do effectually

[Exit iCMILIUB.

Tom, Now will I to that old Andronicus ;
And temper him, with all the art 1 have.
To pluck proud Lucius from the warlike Goths.
Ann now, sweet emperor, be blithe again,
And burv all thy fear in mv devices.

Sat, Then go sucoessantfy, and plead to him.

[EMUMt,

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Enter a Goth, leading Aaron wUk hu Md in his
arms,

Qoth, Renowned Lucius, from oar troops I stray *d.
To gaze upon a ruinous monastery,
And as I earnestly did fix mine eye
Upon the wasted building, suddenly
I heard a child cry underneath a wall :
I made unto the noise, when soon I heard
The crying babe controH'd with this discourse :
** Peace, tawny slave, half me, and half thy dam 1.
Did not thy hue bewry whose brat thou art,
Had nature lent thee but thy mother's look,
Villain, thou mightst have been an emperor.
But where the bull and cow are both milk-white,
They never do beget a coal-black calf:
Peace, villain, peace I**— even thus he rates the

babe,—
** For I must bear thee to a trusty Goth,
Who, when he knows thou art the empress' babe,
Will hold thee dearly for thy mother's sake.*'
With this, my weapon drawn, I rush'd upon him,
Surprised him suddenly, and brought huo Mther
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Imo, Oh worthy (h>th, this u the inotmate
deyU.
That robb*d Andronious of his good hand :
This is the pearl that pleas'd joar empress* eje ;
And here's the base fruit of bis burning lust,
idaj, wall-eyed slave, whither wouldst tbou convey
This growing image of thy fiendlike face?
Why dost not speak? what, deaf? not a word?
A halter, soldiers ; han^ him on this tree,
And by his side his fruit of bastardy.

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

Luc Too like the sire for ever being good,
First bang the diild, that he may see it sprawl ;
A sight to vex the father's soul withal.

Aaron. Get me a ladder I Lucius, save the chfld,
And bear it from me to the empress :
If thou do this, I'll show thee wond'roos things,
That highly may advantage thee to hear;
If thou wilt not, befall what may befall,
111 speak no more, but vengeance rot you all.

Irttc Bay on, and if it please me which thoa
speak'st,
Thy child shall live, and I will see it nourished.

Amon, And if it please thee ? why, assure thee,
Lucius,
Twill vex thv soul to hear what I shall speak;
For I must talk of murthers, rapes, and massacres.
Acts of black night, abominable deeds,
Complots of mischief, treason, villainies
Ruthful to hear, yet piteously performed;
And this shall all be buried by mv death,
Unless thoo swear to me my child shall live.

lAtc Tell on thy mind ; I say thy child shall
live.

Aaron, Swear that he shall, and then I will
begin.

Iaic Who should I swear by? thou believ'st
no God ;
That granted, how canst thou believe an oath ?

Acavn. What if I do not. as indeed I do not :
Yet, for I know thou art religions.
And hast a thing within thee called conscience,
With twenty popbh tricks and ceremonies,
Which I have seen thee careful to observe,
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 swears :
To that ril urge him : therefore thou shalt vow
Br that same God, what God soe'er it be.
That thou ador'st, and hast ui reverence.
To save my boy, to nourish, and bring him ap ;
Or else I will discover nought to thee.

Luc, Even by my God 1 swear to thee I will.

Aaron, First know thoa, I begot him on the
empress.

Luc Oh most insatiate, luxurious woman !

Aaron, Tut, Lucius, this was but a deed of
charity,
To that which thou shalt hear of me anon.
*Twas her two sons that murther'd Bassianus ;
They out thy sister's tongue, and ravish 'd her.
And cut her hands, and trunm'd her as thou sawest.

Luc Oh, detestable villain I call'st thoa that
trimming?

Aaron. Why, uie was wash'd, and out, and
trimm'd,
And Ywas trim sport for them that had the doing
of it

Luc Oh, barbarous, beastly v{11ains,like thyself I

Aaron. 1 ndeed, I was their tutor to instruct them :
That codding spirit had they from their mother,
As sure a card as ever won the set :
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As true a dog as ever fought at head :
Well, let my deeds be witness of my worth.
I trained thy brethren to that guileful hole,
Where the dead corpse of Bassianus lay
I wrote the letter that thy father found.
And hid the gold within the letter mentioned ;
Confederate with the queen and her two sona
And what not done, that thoa hast cauAe to rue.
Wherein I had no stroke of mischief in it?
I play*d the cheater for thy father's hand :
And, when I had it, drew myself apart,
And almost broke my heart with extreme laughter.
I pry'd me through the crevice of a wall.
When, for his hand, he had his two sons' heads;
Beheld his tears, and laugh 'd so heartily.
That both mine eyes were rainy like to his :
And when I told the empress of this sport.
She swounded almost at my pleasing tale.
And for my tidings gave me twenty kisses.

Ootk. What, canst thoa say idl this, and nerer
blush

Aaron. Ay, like a black dog, as the saying is.

Luc Art thoa not sorry for these heinoos
deeds?

Aaron, Ay, that I had not done a thousand more
Even now I curse the day, — and yet I think
Few oome within the compass of my curse. —
Wherein I did not some notoriocLs ill :
As kill a man, or else devise his death;
Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it ;
Accuse some innooent, and forswear myself;
Set deadly enmity between two friends ;
Make poor men's cattle break their necks:
Set fire on bams and haystacks in the nignt,
And bid the owners quench them with their teara:
Oft have I digg'd up dead men from their graves.
And set them upright at their dear friends' door.
Even when their sorrows almost were forgot;
And on their skins, as on the bark of trees.
Have with my knife carved in Roman letters,
** Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead.*'
Tat, I have done a thoutiand dreadful things
As willingly as one would kill a fly ;
And nothing grieves me heartily indeed.
But that I cannot do ten thousand more.

Zmc Bring down the devil, for he must not die
So sweet a death as hanging presently.

Aaron, If there be devils, would I were a devil.
To live and burn in everlasting fire.
So I might have your company in hell,
But to torment you with my bitter tongue I

Luc Sirs, stop his mouth, and let him speak no
more.

IkteraQoih.

OotJu My lord, there is a messenger firom Rome
Desires to be admitted to your presence.
Luc Let him come near.

£nier ^lOLius.

Welcome, ^milius : What's the news firom Rome?

.^mU, Lord Lucius, and you princes of the
Goths, .
The Roman Emperor greets yoa all by me;
And, for he understands you are in arms.
He craves a parley at your father's house.
Willing yoa to demand your hostages,
And they shall be immediately deliver'd.

Ooth. What says our general ?

Luc ^milius, let the emperor give his pledges
Unto my father, and my uncle Marcus,
And we will oome : march away



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'^^A^ Chibon, amf Dbmetrius, diigui$ed.
Thin, Thos in this strange tnd sftd hftbiUment
* will encounter with Andronicns,
ABrt say I am Revenge, sent from below,
Ao Join with him and right his heinous wrongs.
JD^nock at hi« study, where thev say he Iceeps,
Ao riiQiinate strai.ga plots of dire revenge :
Aeii turn Revenge is come to join with him,
rS"^^ confusion on his enemies.
W V^ ^ffoek^ «Mrf TiTDS opens hie 8tudu door*
• •**• Who doth molest my contemplation ?
TK ^^*' *"®'* ^ make me one the door,
k*A **^ °*y ""^ decrees may ny away,
^na all my study be to no effect?
£2^J^ deceiv'd, for what I mean to do
oee here in bloody lines I have set down;
-^^ what is written shall be executed.
-^"^ Titus, I am come to talk with thee.
TSt, Ko, not a word: how can 1 grace my talk,
Wanting a hand to give it action ?
rhoa hast the odds of me ; therefore no more.
Tarn, If thou didst know me, thou wouldst talk

with me.
f^ I am not mad : I know thee well enough,
witness this wretched stump, witness these crim-
son lines.
Witness these trenches made by grief and care,
Witness the tiring day and heavy night,
Witness all sorrow, that 1 know thee well
For our proud empress, mighty Tamora:
Is not thv ooming for my other hand ?

Tarn, know thou, sad man, I am not Tmora;
She is thy enemy, and I thv friend.
I am Revenge, sent from the infernal kingdom,
To ease the gnawing vulture of thy mind.
By working vrreakful vengeance on thy foes:
Come down, and welcome me to wis world*s

light;
Confiar with me of morther and of death.
There^ not a hollow cave or lurking-phuse,
Ko vast obscurity or misty vale,
^here bloody Murther, or detested Rape,
Can oouch for fear, bat I will find them out;
And in their ears tell them my dreadful name-
Revenge — ^which makes the roul oflfenders quake.
Tliit. Art thou Revenge ? and art thou sent to me
To be a torment to mine enemies ?
Tinm, I am; therefore come down, and welcome

me.
lit Do me some serrioe, ere I eome to thee.
Lo, by thy side where Rape and Morther stands !
Now give some *snranoe that thou art Revenge ;
8tab them, or tear them on thy chariot-wheels ;
And then ill come and be thy wagi^oner.
And whirl along with thee about the globes.
Provide thee two proper palfreys, as black as jet,
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TU. Good lord, bow like the empress* sons they
are,
And you the empress I but we worldly men
Have miserable, mad, mistaking eyes.
Oh, sweet Revenge, now do [ come to thee,
Aiid. if one arm^ embracement will content thee,
I will embrace thee in it by and by.

[Titus doeee hie door,
Thm. This closing with him fits his lunacy.
Whate'er 1 forge to reed his brain-sick fits.
Do you uphold, and maintain in your speeches ;
For now he firmly takes me for Revenge,
And, being credulous in this mad thought,
1*11 make him send fur Lucius, his son;
And, whilst I at a banquet hold him sure,
1*1 1 find some cunning practice out of hand
To scatter and disperse the giddy Goths,
Or, at the least, miake them his enemies ;
Bee, here he comes, and I must ply my theme.

Enter TiTVS,

TU. Long have I been forlorn, and all for thee.
Welcome, dread fury, to my woAil house;
Rapine and Murther, you are welcome too.
Uow like the empress and her sons you are I
Well are you fitted, had you but a Moor 1
Could not all hell aflford you such a devil ?
For well I wot the empress never wags
But in her company there is a Moor;
And, would you represent our oueen aright,
It were convenient you had sucn a devil:
But welcome as yon are: What shall we do?

Tkon. What wouldst thou have as do, An-
dronicus?

Ikmet, Show me a murtherer: 111 deal with
him.

Ohi, Bhow me a villain that hath done a rape.
And I am sent to be reveng'd on him.

Tfam. Show me a thousand, that have done thee
wrong.
And I will be revenged on them alL

7U, Look round about the wicked streets of
Rome,
And when thou find*st a man that^ like thyself.
Good Murther, stab him ; he*s a mnrtherer.
Go thou with him; and when it is thy hap
To find another that is like to thee.
Good Rapine, stab him; he Is a ravisher.
Go thou with them ; and in the emperor^ court
There is a queen attended by a Moor ;
Well mayst thou know her by thy own proportion.
For up and down she doth resemble thee.
I pray thee do on them some violent death :
They have been violent to me and mine.

T&m. Well hast then lesson d us ; this shall we
do.
But would it please thee, good Andronicus,
To send for Lucius, thy thrioe-valinnt son.



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Bid bim encamp his soldiers where they are.
Tell him the emperor, and the einpreiw too,
Feast at my house, and he shall fea»t with them.
This do thou for tn}* love; and so let him,
As he regards bis aged father's life.
Marc This will J do, and soon return again.

Thm. Now will I hence about thy business,
And take my ministers along with me.

2U, Nay, nay; let iiape and Murther stay with
me.
Or else 1*11 call my brother back a^ain,
And cleave to no revenge but Lucius.

Tarn, What say you, boys? will youbide.with
him,
Whiles I go tell my lord the emperor,
How I have governed our determined jest ?
Yield to his humour, smooth and spesk him fair.
And tarrv with him till I turn agam. [Aside,

TU, I know them all, though they suppose me
mad.
And vHll o'erreach them in their own devices :
A pair of cnrsed hell-hounds, and their dam.

[Aside.

Demet. Madam,dppartat pleasure: leave us here.

Tarn. Farewell, Androuicus; Revenge now goL's
To lay a oomplot to betray thy foes. [Exit Tam.

TU, I know thou dost; and, sweet Kevenge,
farewell.

ChL Tell us, old man, how shall we b^ employed?



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