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Act 5.



TITUS ANDRONICUS.



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Goth. What ! canst thou say all this, and never
blush ?

Aar. Ay, like a black do:, as the saying is.

Luc. Art thou not sorry for these heinous deeds ?

Aar. Ay, that I had not done a thousand more.
Even now I curse the day, (and yet, I think.
Few come within the compass of ray curse,)
Wherein I did not some notorious ill :
As kill a man, or else devise his death ;
Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it ;
Accuse some innocent, and forswear myself:
Set deadly enmity between two friends ;
Make poor men's cattle break their necks ;
Set fire on bains and hay-stacks in the night.
And bid the owners quench them with their tears.
Oft have I diggM up dead men from their graves.
And set them upright at their dear friends' doors,
Kven 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.
Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful things,
As willingly as one would kill a fly ;
And nothing grieves me heartily indeed.
But that I cannot do ten thousand more.

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

Aar. 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 ! [more.

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

Enter a Goth.

Goth. My lord, there is a messenger from Rome,
Desires to be admitted to your presence.

Luc. Let him come near.

Enter iEmilius.
Welcome, iEmilius, what's the news from Rome ?

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

1 Goth. What says our general ?

Luc. ^milius, let the emperor give his pledges
Unto my father and my uncle Marcus,
And we will come. March away. [Exeunt.

SCENK II Rome. Before Titus's House.
Enter Tamora, Chiron, and Demetrius, disguised.

Tarn. Thus, in this strange and sad habiliment,
I will encounter with Andronicus ;
And say, I am Revenge, sent from below.
To join with him, and right his heinous wrongs.
Knock at his study, where, they say, he keeps.
To ruminate strange plots of dire revenge ;
Tell him. Revenge is come to join with him.
And work confusion on his enemies. [They knock.
Enter Titus, above.

Tit. Who doth molest my contemplation ?
Is it your trick, to make me ope the door ;
That so my sad decrees mav fly away.
And all my study be to no effect ?
You are deceiv'd : for what I mean to do,
See here, in bloody lines I have set down ;
And what is written shall be executed.

ram. Titus, I am come to talk with thee.

Tit. No ; not a word : How can I grace my talk.
Wanting a hand to give it action ?
Thou hast the odds of me, therefore no more.

Tarn. If thou did'st know me, thou woulQ'st talk
with me.

Tit. I am not mad I know thee well enough :
Witness this wretched stump, these crimson lines ;
Witness these trenches, made by grief and care ;
Witness the tiring day, and heavy night ;
Witness all sorrow, that I know thee well



For our proud empress, mighty Tamora :
Is not thy coming for my other hand ?

Turn. Know thou, sad man, I am not Tamora ,
She is thy enemy, and I thy friend
I am Revenge ; sent from the infernal kingdom.
To ease the gnawing vulture of thy mind,
By working wreakful vengeance oii 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, or lurking-place.
No vast obscurity, or misty vale.
Where bloody murder, or detested 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 oflTender quake.

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

Tam. I am ; therefore come down, and welcome

Tit. Do me some service, ere I come to thee.
Lo, by thy side where Rape, and Murder, stands ;
Now give some 'surance that thou art Revenge,
Stab them, or tear them on thy chariot wheels ;
And then I'll come, and be thy waggoner,
And whirl along with thee about the globes.
Provide thee proper palfries, black as jet.
To hale thy vengeful waggon swift away.
And find out murderers in their guilty caves :
.\r\A when thy car is loaden with their heads,
I will dismount, and by the waggon wheel
Trot, like a servile footman, all daylong ;
Even from Hyperion's rising in the east.
Until his very downfall in the sea.
And day by day I'll do this heavy task,
So thou destroy Rapine and Murder there.

Tam. These are my ministers, and come with me.

Tit. Are they thy ministers ? what are they
call'd .>

Tam. Rapine, and Murder ; therefore called so,
'Cause they take vengeance of such kind of men.

Tit. Good lord, how like the empress' sons tb*y
And you, the empress ! But we worldly men [are !
Have miserable, mad, mistaking eyes.

sweet 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, /rom abovt.

Tam. This closing with him fits his lunacy :
Whate'er I forge, to feed 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,
I'll make him send for Lucius, his son ;
-And, whilst I at a banquet hold him sure,
I'll find some cunning practice out of hand.
To scatter and disperse the giddy Goths,
Or, at the least, make them his enemies.
See, here he comes, and I must ply my theme.
Enter Titus.

Tit. Long have I been forlorn, and all for thee :
Welcome, dread fury, to my woful house ;
Rapine, and Murder, you are welcome too :
How like the empress and her sons you are I
Well are you fitted, had you but a Moor :
Could not all hell afford 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 queen aright.
It were convenient you had such a devil :
But Welcome, as you are. What shall we do ?

Tam. What would'st thou have us do, Andro-
nicus ?

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

Chi. Show me a villain that hath done a rape,
And I am sent to be reveng'd on him. [wrong,

Tam. Show me a thousand, that have done thee
And 1 will be revenged on them all. [Rome ;

Tit. Look round about the wicked streets of
And when thou find'st a man that's like thyself.
Good Murder, stab him j he's a murderer
Go thou with him ; and, when it is thy hap.
To find another that is like to thee,



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Good Rapine, stab him ; be Is a Tavisher

Go thou with them ; and in the emperor's court

There is a queen, attended by a Moor ;

Well may'st 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 Tiolent to me and mine.

ram. Well hast thou lesson'd us; this shall we
But would it plejise thee, good Andronicus, [do.
To send for Lucius, thy thrice valiant son.
Who leads towards Rome a band of warlike Goths,
And bid him come and banquet at thy house:
When he is here, even at thy solemn feast,
I will bring in the empress and her sons.
The emperor himself, and all thy foes ;
And at thy mercy shall they stoop and kneel,
And on them shalt thou ease thy angry heart.
Hliat says Andronicus to this device ?

Tit. Marcus, my brother ! 'tis sad Titus calls.
Enter Marcus.

Go, gentle Marcus, to thy nephew Lucius;
Thou shalt inquire him out among the Goths ;
Bid him repair to me, and bring with him
Some of the chiefest princes of the Goths ;
Bid him encamp his soldiers where they are :
Tell him, the emperor and the empress too
Feast at my house: and he shall feast with them.
This do thou for my love ; and so let him.
As he regards his aged father's life.

Mar. 'Ibis will I do, and soon return again.

[Bxil.

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

Tit. Nay, nay, let Rape and Murder stay with
Or else I'll call my brother back again, me ;

.Vnd cleave to no revenge but Lucius.

Tarn. What say you, boys ? will you abide with
Whiles I go tell my lord the emperor, [him.

How I have govem'd our determin'd jest ?
Yield to his humour, smooth and speak him fair,

[Aside.
And tarry with him, till I come again. [mad ;

Tit. I know them all, though they suppose me
And will o'er-reach them in their own devices,
A pair of cursed hell-hounds, and their dam.

[AsiJe.

Drm. Madam, depart at pleasure, leave us here.

Tanu Farewell, Andronicus : Revenge now goes
To lay a complot to betray thy foes. [Exit Tamora.

Tit. I know thou dost ; and, sweet Revenge,
farewell. [ploy'd?

Chi. Tell us, old man, how shall we be em-

Tit. Tut, I have work enough for you to do
Puhlius, come hither, Caius, and Valentine !
Enter Publius, and others.

Pub. What's your will ?

TU. Know you these two ?

Pub. Th' empress' sons,

I take them, Chiron and Demetrius. [deceiv'd ;

Tit. Fye, Publius, fye ! thou art too much
The one is Murder, Rape is the other's name :
And therefore bind them, gentle Publius ;
Caius, and A'alentine, lay hands on them :
Oft have you heard me wish for such an hour.
And now' I find it ; therefore bind them sure ;
And stop their mouths, if they begin to cry.

[Exit Titus Publius, &c. lay hold on

Chiron and Demetrius.

Chi. Villains, forbear ; we are the empress' sons.

Pub. And therefore do we what we are com-
manded [word :
Stop close their months, let them not speak a
Is he sure bound ? look, that you bind them fast.
Re-enter Titus Andronicus, rrith Lavinia ; she
Itearing a bason, and A? a knife.

Tit. Come, come, Lavinia: look, thy foes are
bound ;
Sirs, stop their mouths, let them not speak to me;
But let them hear what fearful words 1 utter



villains, Chiron and Demetrius ! [mud ;
Here stands the spring whom you have stain'd with
This goodly summer with your winter mix'd.

Vou 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 : [dear
Both her sweet hands, her tongue, and that, mor
Than hands or tongue, her spotless chastity.
Inhuman traitors, you constrain'd and forc'd.
What would you say, if I should let you speak ?
Villains, 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 'tween her stumps doth hold
The bason, thpt receives your guilty blood.
Vou know, your mother means to feast with me.
And calls herself. Revenge, and thinks me mad,
Hark, villains ; I will grind your bones to dust.
And with your blood and it, I'll make a paste ;
And of the paste a cofiBn I will rear,
-And make two pasties of your shameful heads;
And bid that strumpet, your unhallow'd dam.
Like to the earth, swallow her own increase.
This is the feast that I have bid her to,
.\nd this the banquet she shall surfeit on ;
For worse than Philomel you us'd my daughter.
And worse than Progne I will be reveng'd :
.4nd now prepare your throats Lavinia, come,

[He cute their throats.
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 ;
-Ind in that paste let their vile heads be bak'd.
Come, come, be every one oflicious
To make this banquet ; which I wish may prove
More stern and bloody than the Centaurs' feast.
So, now bring them in, for I will play the cook.
And .see them ready 'gainst their mother comes.

[Exeunt, bearing the dead bodies.

SCENE III The same. A Pavilion rrith

Tables, &c.
Enter Lucius, Marcus, and Goths, n-ith Aaron,

Luc. L'ncle Marcus, since 'tis my father's mind.
That I repair to Rome, I am content. [will.

I Goth. .Vnd ours, with thine, befall what fortune
Luc- Good uncle, take you in this barbarous
This ravenous tiger, this accursed devil ; [Moor,
Let him receive no susten nee, fetter him.
Till he be brought unto the empress' face.
For testimony of her foul proceedings :
And see the ambush of our friends be strong :

1 fear, the emperor means no good to us.
Aar. Some devil whisper curses in mine ear,

-And prompt me, that my tongue may utter forth
The venomous malice of my swelling heart !

Luc. Away, inhuman dog ! unhallow'd slave 1
Sirs, help our uncle to convey him in

[Exeunt Goths, rrith Aaron. Flourish.
The trumpets show, the emperor is at hand.

Enter Saturninus and Tamora, rvith Tribunes,
Senators, and others.

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

Luc. What boots it thee, to call thyself a sun ?

Mar. Rome's emperor, and nephew, break the
These quarrels must be quietly debated. [parle;
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

Sat. jiarcus, we will. [places.

[BatUtKiys sound. The company sH dorvn at table.
Enter Titus, dressed like a eooK; lavinia, reiled,

youne Lucius, and others. Titus places the dishes

on the table.

Tit. Welcome, my gracious lord ; welcome,
dread queen ;



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Weloome, ye warlike Goths ; welcome, Lucius ;
And welcome, all : although the cheer be poor.
Twill fill your stomachs : please you eat of it.

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.

Tarn. We are beholden to you, good Andronicus.

Tit. An if your highness knew my heart, you were.
My lord the emperor, resolve me this ;
Was it well done of rash V'irginius,
To slay his daughter with his own right hand,
Because she was enforc'd, staiu'd, and deflour'd ?

Sat, It was, .\ndronicus.

Tit. Your reason, mighty lord ! [shame,

Sat. Because the girl should not survive her
And by her presence still renew his sorrows.

Tit. A reason mighty, strong, and effectual ;
A pattern, precedent, and lively warrant,
For me, most wretched to jierform the like:
Die, die, Lavinia, and thy shame with thee ;

[He kills Lavinia.
And, with thy shame, thy father's sorrow die !

Sat. What hast thou done, unnatural, and un-
kind ? [me blind.

Tit. Kiird her, for whom my tears have made
I am as woful as Virginius was :
And have a thousand times more cause than he
To do this outrage; and it is now done.

Sat. What, was she ravish'd ? tell, who did the
deed. highness feed .-'

Tit. Will't please jou eat.' will't please your

Tarn. Why hast thou slain thine only daughter
thus ?

Tit. Not I ; 'twas Chiron, and Demetrius :
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 sharp point.
[Killing Tamora.

Sat. Die, frantick wretch, for this accursed deed.
[Killing Titus.

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

[Kills Saturninus. A great tumult. The
people in confusion disperse. Marcus,
Lucius, and their partisans ascend the
steps before Titus's house.

Mar. You sad-fac'd men, people and sons of
By uproar sever'd, like a flight of fowl [Home,

Scatter'd by winds and high tempestuous gusts,
O, let me teach you how to knit again
This scatter'd corn into one mutual sheaf.
These broken limbs again into one body.

Sen. Lest Rome herself be bane unto herself;
And .she, whom mighty kingdoms court'sy to.
Like a forlorn and desperate cast-away.
Do shameful execution on herself.
But if my frosty signs and chaps of age,
Grave witnesses of true experience.
Cannot induce you to attend my words,
Speak, Home's dear friend; [To Lucius.] as erst

our ancestor.
When with his solemn tongue he did discourse.
To love-sick Dido's sad attending ear,
The story of that baleful burning night,
When subtle Greeks surpriz'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 utterance ; even i'the time
When it should move you to attend me most.
Lending your kind commiseration :
Here is a captain, let him tell the tale :
Yourhearts will throb and weep to hear him speak.

Luc. Then, noble auditory, be it known to you,
That cursed Chiron and Demetrius



Were they that murdered our emperor's brother ;

And they it were that ravished our sister :

For their fell faults our brothers were beheaded ;

Our father's tears despis'd ; and basely oozen'd

Of that true hand, that fought Home's quarrel out.

And sent he.r enemies unto the grave.

Lastly, myself unkindly banished.

The gates shut on me, and turn'd weeping out,

To beg relief among Home's enemies ;

Who drown'd their enmity in my true tears,

And op'd their arms to embrace me as a friend.

And 1 am the turn'd-forth, be it known to you.

That have preserv'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 scars can witness, dumb although they are.

That my report is just, and full of truth.

But, soft ; methinks, I do digress too much.

Citing my worthless praise : O, pardon me ;

For when no friends are by, men praise themselves.

Mar. Now is my turn to speak ; Behold this child,
[Pointing to the child in the arms of an
Attendant.
Of this was Tamora delivered ;
The issue of an irreligious Moor,
Chief architect and plotter of these woes ;
The villain is alive in Titus' house,
Damn'd as he is, to witness this is true.
Now judge, what cause had Titus to revpnge
These wrongs, unspeakable, past patience.
Or more than any living man could bear, [mans ?
Now you have heard the truth, what say you, Ro-
Have we done aught amiss ? Show us wherein.
And, from the place where you behold us now.
The poor remainder of Andronici
Will, hand in hand, all headlong cast us down.
And on the ragged stones beat forth our brains,
.\nd make a mutual closure of our house.
Speak, Romans, speak ; and, if you say, we shall,
Lo, hand in hand, Lucius and 1 will fall.

^mil. Come, come, thou reverend man of Home,
And bring our emperor gently in thy hand,
Lucius our emperor ; for, well I know.
The common voice do cry, it shall be so.

Rom. [Several speak.] Lucius, all hail ; Rome's
royal emperor I

Lucius, &c. descend.

Mar. Go, go into old Titus' sorrowful house ;

[To an Attendant.
.\nd hither hale that misbelieving Moor,
To be adjudg'd some direful slaughtering death.
As punishment for his most wicked life.

Rom. [Several speak.] Lucius, all hail ; Rome's
gracious governor !

Luc. 'i'hanks, gentle Romans ; May I govern so.
To heal Home's harms, and wipe away her woe I
Hut, gentle people, give me aim awhile,
For nature puts me to a heavy task ;
Stand all aloof ; but, uncle, draw you near,
To shed obsequious tears upon this trunk :
O, take this warm kiss on thy pale cold lips,

[Kisses Titus.
The.oe sorrowful drops upon thy blood-stain'd face,
The last true duties of thy noble son !

Mar. Tear for tear, and loving kiss for kiss.
Thy brother Marcus tenders on thy lips :
O, were the sum of these that I should pay
Countless and infinite, yet would I pay them !

Luc. Come hither, boy; come, come, and learn
of us
To melt in showers : Thy crandsire lov'd thee well :
Many a time he danc'd thee on his knee,
Sung thee asleep, his lovini: breast thy pillow :
Many a matter hath he told to thee.
Meet, and agreeing with thine infancy ;
In that respect then, like a loving child,
Shed yet some small drops from thy tender spring.
Because kind nature doth require it so :
Friends should associate friends in grief and woe
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Bid hitn farewell ; comroit him to the grave ;
Do him that kindness, and take leave of him.

Boy. O prandsire. grandsire I even with all my
'Would I were dead, so you did live agiin ! [heart

lord, 1 cannot speak to him for weeping ;
My tears will choke me, if I ope my mouth.

EtUer Attendants, rvifh Aaron.

1 Rom. Vou sad Andronici, have done with
fiie sentence on this execrable wretch, [woes ;
That hath been breeder of these dire events.

Luc. Set him breast-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 see him fasten'd in the earth.

Aar. O, why should wrath be mute, and fury

1 am no baby, I, that with base prayers, [dumb ?



I should repent the evils I hare 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 soul.

Luc. Some loving friends convey the emperor
And give him burial in his father's grave: [hence.
My father, and Lavinia, shall forthwith
Be closed in our household's monument.
As for that heinous tiger, Tamoia,
No funeral rite, nor man in mournful weeds.
No mournful bell shall ring her burial ;
But throw her forth to beasts, and birds of prey :
Her life was beast-like, and devoid of pity ;
And, being so, shall have like want of pity.
See justice done to .Aaron, that damn'd Moor,
By whom our heavy haps had their beginning :
Then, afterwards, to order well the state ;
That like events may ne'er it ruinate. \^Bxtuni.



PERICLES, PRINCE OF TYRE.



PERSONS REPRE.sfiNTED.



I Bonit, their servant.
I Gower, <u Chorut.



Antiochns, King of Anlioch.
Pericles, Prince qf Tyre.
fst^eT' }"'olor^ofTyre.
Simonides, King of Pentapolis.
Cleon, governor o/Tharsus.
Lysimachus, governor o/'Mitylene.
Cerimon, a /ord o/ Ephesus.
Thaliard, a lord of AnUoch.
Philemon, servant to Cerimon.
Leonine, servant to Dionyza.
Marshal.
A Pandar, and his Wife.

SCEJiEr dispersed ly in various CotttUries.



The Daughter qf Antiochus.

Dionyza, wife to Cleon.

Thaisa, daughter to Simonides.

Alarina, daughter to Pericles and Thaisa.

Lychorida, nurse to Marina.

DUna.

Lords, Ladies, Kmghls, Gentlemen, Sailors, Pi
Fishermen, and Messengers, Src.



Before the Palace of Antioch.

To sing a song of old was sung.

From ashes ancient Gower is come ;

.Assuming man 's infirmities.

To glad your ear. and please your eyes.

It hath been sung at festivals^

On ember -eves, and holy-ales ;

And lords and ladies of their lives

Have read it for restoratives :

'Purpose to make men glorious ;

Ei quo nntiqvim, eo melius.

If Tou, born in these latter times.

When wit's more ripe, accept my rhymes.

And that to hear an old man sing.

May to your wishes pleasure bring,

I life would wish, and that I might

M'aste it for you, like taper-light

This city then, Antioch the great

Built up for his chiefest seat ;

The fairest in all Syria ;

(I tell yon what mine authors say ;)

This king unto him took a pheere.

Who died and left a female heir,

So buxom, blithe, and full of face.

As heaven had lent her all his grace ;

\\ith whom the father liking took,

-ind her to incest did provoke :

Bad father ! to entice his own

To evil, should be done by none.

By custom, what they did begin,

^\'as, with long use, account no sin.

The beauty of this sinful dame

Made many princes thither frame,

To seek her as a bed-feliow.

In marriage pleasures play-fellow



MTiich to prevent, he made a law,

(To keep her still, and men in awe,)

That whoso ask'd her for his wife.

His riddle told not, lost his life :

So for her many a wight did die.

As yon grim looks do testify.

"WTiatnow ensues, to the judgment of jour eye

1 give, my cause who best can justify. [Exit.

SCENE I Antioch. A Room in the Palace.
Enter Antiochus, Pericles, and Attendants.

Ant. Young prince of Tyre, you hae at large
The danger of the task you undertake. [receiv'd

Per. I have, Antiochus, and with a soul
Embolden'd with the glory of her praise.
Think death no hazard, in this enterprise.

[Mutuk.

Ant. Bring in our d3ughter,.clothed like a bride.
For the embracements even of Jove himself ;
At whose conception, (till Lucina reign'd,)
Nature this dowry cave, to glad her presence.
The senate-house of planets all did sit.



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