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Of warlike Lucius, and appoint the meeting.

King. Emillius doe this meffage honourably,
And if he stand in hostage for his safety,
Bid him demaund what pledge will pleafe him beft.

Emillius. Your bidding shall I doe effectually.

Exits.

Tamora. Now will I to that old Andronicus,
And temper him with all the Art I haue,
To plucke proud Lucius from the warlike Gothes,
And now fweet Emperour be blith againe,
Andbury all thy feare in my deuifes.

Satur. Then goe Succellantly and plead to him.

Exount.

Enter Lucius with an Army of Gothes, with
Drum and Souldiers.

Lucius. Approued warriours, and my faithfull friends,
I haue receaued letters from great Rome,
Which signifies what hate they beare their Emperour,
And how desirous of our fight they are.

Therefore great Lords be as your titles witnes,
Imperious and impatient of your wrongs,
And wherein Rome hath done you any fcathe,
Let him make treble fatiffaction.

Goth. Brave flip sprung from the great Andronicus,
Whose name was once our terour, now our comfort,
Whose high exploits and honourable deeds,
Ingratefull Romerequites with foule contempt,
Be bolde in vs, weele follow where thou leadst,
Like flinging Beesin horteft Sommers day,
Led by their maifter to the flowred fields,
And be auengd on cursed Tamora:

And

of Titus Andronicus.

And as he faith, so say we all with him.

Lucius. I humbly thanke him and I thank you all,
But who comes heere led by a lusty Gothe?

Enter a Goth leading of Aron with his child
in his armes.

Goth. Renowned Lucius from our troups Iraid,
Togaze vpon a ruinous Monafterie,
And as I carnestly did fixe mine eye
Vpon the waft d building, fuddainely
I heard a childe cry vnderneath a wall:
I made vnto the noyse, when soone I heard,
The crying babt controld with this discourfe:
Teacetawny flaue, halfe me, and halfe thy dam,
Did not thy hue bewray whose brat thou art,
Had nature lent thee but thy mothers looke,
Villainethou mightst haue bene an Emperour.

But where the Bull and Cow are both milk white,
They neuer do beget a cole-blacke Calfe:
Peace villaine peace, euen thus he rates the babe,
For I muft beare thee to a trufty Goth,
Who when he knowes thou art the Emprefle babe,
Will hold thee dearely for thy mothers fake.

With this my weapon drawne I rusht vpon him,
Surprized him fuddainely, and brought him hither
To vse as you thinke needefull of the man.

Lucius. Oh worthy Goth, this is the incarnate deuill,
That robd Andronicus of his good hand:
This is the Pearle that pleafd your Emprefle eye,
And heeres the bafe fruit of his burning luft,
Say wall-eyd flaue whether wouldst thou conuay
This growing Image of thy fiendlike face?
Why doft not fpeaketh what deafe, not a word?

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A halter Souldiers, hang him on this tree,
And by his side his fruit of Bastardie.

Aron. Touch not the boy, he is of Royall blood,
Luci. Too like the Syre for euer being good,
First hang the childe that he may see it prall,
A fight to vexe the fathers soule withall.

Aron. Get me a ladder, Lucius saue the childe,
And beare it from me to the Emprefle:
If thou doe this, Ile shew thee wondrous things,
That highly may aduantage thee to heare;
If thou wilt not, befall what may befall,
Ile speake no more but vengeance rot you all.

Lucius. Say on, and if it pleaſe me which thou ſpeakſt,
Thy childe ſhall liue, and I will see it nouriſht.

Aron. And if it please thee? why aſſure thee Lucius,
I will vexethy ſoule to heare what I ſhall ſpeake:
For I muſt talke of murthers, rapes, and maſt acres,
Acts of blacke nights, abhominable deeds,
Complots of miſchieſe, treaſon, villanies,
Ruthfull to heare, yet pittiously performd,
And this ſhall all be buried by my death,
Vnleſſe thou ſweare to me my childe ſhall liue.

Lucius. Tell on thy minde, I ſay thy childe ſhall liue.

Aron. ſweare that he ſhall, and then I will begin.

Lucius. Who ſhould I ſweare by, thou beleeueſt no God,
That graunted, how canſt thou beleeue an oath?

Aron. What if I doe not, as indeed I doe not,
Yet for I know thou art religious,
And haſt a thing within thee called confi Science,
With twenty popiſh tricks and ceremonies,
Which I haue ſene thee carefull to obſerue,

Therefore I vrgre thy oath, for that I know
An Ideot holds his bauble for a God,

And keepeſt the oath which by that God he ſweares,

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of Titus Andronicus

To that Ile vrgre him: therefore thou haſt vow
By that fame God, what God so ere it be
That thou adoreſt, and haſt in reverence,
To ſaue my boy, to nouriſh and bring him vp,
Or eſſe I will diſcouer nought to thee.

Lucius. Euen by my God I ſweare to thee I will.

Aron. Firſt know thou, I begot him on the Emprefle,
Lucius. Oh moſt inſatiate luxurious woman !

Aron. Tut Lucius, this was but a deede of charitie,
To that which thou haſt heare of me anon,
Twas her two ſonnes that murdered Baffianus,
They cut thy ſisters tongue and rauiſht her,
And cut her hands, and trimd her as thou ſaweſt.

Lucius. Oh detestable villaine, call'ſt thou that trimming

Aron. Why ſhe was waſht, and cut, and trimd,
And twas trim (port for them that had the doing of it,
Lucius. Oh baterous beaſtly villaines like thy ſelſe!

Aron. Indeede I was their tutor to inſtruct them,
That codding ſpirit had they from their mother,
As ſure a carde as euer wonne the ſet:

That bloody minde I thinke they leard of me,
Astrue a dog as euer fought at head:

Well, let my deedes be witnes of my worth,
Itraynde thy bretheren to that guilefull hole,
Where the dead corps of Baffianus lay:

I wrote the letter that thy Father found,
And hid the gold within the Letter mentioned,
Confederate with the Queene, and her two ſonnes.
And what not done, that thou haſt cauſe to rue,
Wherein I had no ſtroke of miſchieſe in it.

I playd the cheater for thy Fathers hand,
And when I had it drew my ſelſe apart,
And almoſt broke my hart with extreame laughter,
I pried me through the creue of a wall,

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When for his hand he had his two fonnes heads,
Beheld his teares, and laught so hartily,
That both mine eyes were rainie like to his :
And when I told the Empresse of this sport,
She founded almost at my pleasing tale,
And for my tidings gaue me twenty kiffes.

Goth.

What canst thou say all this, and neuer blush?

Aron.

I like a blacke dogge as the saying is.

Lucius.

Art thou not sorry for these hainous deedes?

Aron.

I that I had not done a thousand more,
Euen now I curse the day, and yet I think
Few come within the compasse of my curse,
Wherein I did not some notorious ill,
As kill a man, or else deuise his death,
Rauish a maid, or plot the way to doe it,
Accuse some innocent, and for weare my selfe,
Set deadly enmity betweene two friends,
Make poore mens catrell breake their necks,
Set fire on barnes and haystackes in the night,
And bid the owners quench them with their teares :
Oft haue I digd vp dead men from their graues,
And set them vpright at their decre friends door,
Euen when their sorrowes almost was forgot,
And on their skinnes, as on the barke of trees,
Haue with my knife cutued in Romaine letters,

Let

of Titus Andronicus.

Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead.
Tut, I haue done a thousand dreadfull thinges
As willingly as one would kill a flie,
And nothing greene me hartily indeede,
But that I cannot doe tenne thousand more.
Lucius. Bring downe the deuill, for he must not die
So sweet a death as hanging prefently.

Aron. If there be deuils, would I were a deuill,
To liue and burne in euerlasting fire,
So I might haue your company in hell
But to torment you with my bitter tongue.
Lucius. Sirs stop his mouth, and let him speake no more.

Enter Emillius.

Goth. My Lord there is a Meffenger from Rome
Desires to be admitted to your presence.

Lucius. Let him come neere.
Welcome Emillius, what's the newes from Rome?
Emill. Lord Lucius, and you Princes of the Gothes,
The Romaine Emperour greetes you all by me,
And for he vnderstands you are in Armes,
He craues a parly at your fathers house
Willing you to demaund your hoftages,
And they shall be immediately deluered.

Goth. What faies our Generall?

Lucius. Emillius, let the Emperour giue his pledges
Vnto my Father, and my Vncle Marcus,
And we will come: march away.

Exeunt.

Enter Tamora, and her two fonnes disguised.

Tamora. Thus in this strange and sad habillament,
I will encounter with Andronicus,

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And say, I am reuenge sent from below,
To ioyne with him and right his hainous wrongs,
Knocke at his study where they say he keepes,
To ruminate strange plots of diere Reuenge,
Tell him Reuenge is come to ioyne with him,
And worke confusion on his enemies.

They knocke and Titus opens his study dore.

Titus. Who doth molest my contemplation ?
Is it your tricke to make me ope the dore,
That so my sad decrees may flie away,
And all my study be to no effect ?
You are deceaud, for what I meane to doe,
See here in bloody lines I haue set downe,
And what is written shall be executed.
Tamora. Titus, I am come to talke with thee,
Titus. No not a word: how can I grace my talke,
Wanting a hand to giue that accord,
Thou haft the ods of me, therefore no more. (me
Tamora. If thou didst know me thou wouldst talke with
Titus. I am not mad, I know thee well enough,
Witnes this wretched flump, witnes the fe crimson lines,
Witnes the fe trenches made by griefe and care,
Witnes the tyring day and heauie night,
Witnes all forrow that I know thee well
For our proud Empresse, mighty Tamora :
Is not thy comming for my other hand?
Tamora. Know thou sad man, I am not Tamora,
She is thy enemie, and I thy friend,
I am Reuenge sent from th' infernall Kingdome,
To eafe the gnawing vulture of thy minde,
By working wreakefull vengeance on thy foes :

Come

of Titus Andronicus.

Come downe and welcome me to this worlds light,
Conferre with me of murder and of death,
There's not a hollow Caue or lurking place,
No vaft obscurity or miftay vale,
Where bloody murther or detested rape,
Can couch for feare but I will finde them out,
And in their cares tell them my dreadfull name,
Reuenge, which makes the foule offenders quake.

Titus. Art thou Reuenge, and art thou sent to me,
Tobe a torment to mine enemies?

Tamora. I am, therefore come downe and welcome me,
Titus. Doe me some seruice ere I come to thee,
Loe by thy side where Rape and Murder stands,
Now giue some furance that thou art Reuenge,
Stab them or teare them on thy Chariot wheeles,
And then Ile come and be thy Waggoner,
And whirle along with thee about the Globes.
Prouide thee two proper palfreies, as blacke as Ice,
To hale thy vengefull Waggon swift away,
And finde out murder in their guilty cares.
And when thy Car is loaden with their heads,
I will dismount, and by the Waggon wheele,
Trot like a feruile footeman all day long,
Euen from Epeons riving in the East,
Vntill his very downefall in the Sea.
And day by day ile doe this heauy taske,
So thou deftroy Rapine and Murder there.

Tamora. These are my minifters and come with me.

Titus. Are them thy minifters, what are they call'd?

Tamora. Rape and Murder, therefore called so,
Cauſe they take vengeance of such kinde of men.

Titus. Good Lord how like the Empresse Sonnes they are
And you the Empresse : but we worldly men
Haue miserable mad miftaking eyes :

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Oh sweet Reuenge now doe I come to thee,
And if one armes imbracement will content thee,
I will imbrace thee in it by and by.

Tamora. This clofing with him fits his Lunacie,
Whatere I forge to feede his braine-ficke fits,
Doe you vphold, and maintaine in your speeches,
For now he firmly takes me for Reuenge,
And being credulous in this mad thought,
Ilemake him fend for Lucius his fonne,
And whilft I at a banquet hold him sure,
Ile finde some cunning practife out of haud
To scatter and disperſe the giddie Gothes,
Or at the leaſt make them his enemies:
See heere he comes, and I muſt ply my theame.

Titus. Long have I bene for lorne, and all for thee,
Welcome dread fury to my woefull houſe,
Rapine and Murther you are welcome too,
How like the Emprefle and her ſonnes you are,
Well are you fitted, had you but a Moore,
Could not all hell affoord you ſuch a deuill ?
For well I wot the Emprefle neuer wags
But in her company there is a Moore.

And would you represent our Queene aright,
It were convenient you had ſuch a deuill;
But welcome as you are, what ſhall we doe?

Tamora. What wouldst thou haue vs doe Andronicus?

Dome. Show me a murtherer Ile deale with him.

Chiron. Show me a villaine that hath done a rape,
And I am ſent to be reueng'd on him.

Tamora. Show me a thousand that haue done thee wrong,
And I will be reueng'd on them all.

Titus. Looke round about the wicked streets of Rome,
And when thou findst a man that's like thy ſelfe,
Good murther ſtab him, hees a murtherer.

Goe

of Titus Andronicus.

Goe thou with him, and when it is thy hap
To finde another that is like to thee,
Good Rapine ſtab him, he is a rauifher,
Goe thou with them, and in the Emperours Court,
There is a Queene attended by a Moore,
Well maſt thou know her by thy owne proportion,
For vp and downe she doth reſemble thee.
I pray thee doe on them ſome violent death,
They haue bene violent to me and mine,
Tamora. Well haſt thou leſſond vs, this ſhall we doe.

But would it please thee good Andronicus,
To ſend for Lucius thy thrice valiant ſonne,
Who leades towards Rome a band of warlike Gothes,
And bid him come and banquet at thy houſe,
When he is heere, euen at thy ſolemne feaſt,
I will bring in the Emprefle and her ſonnes,
The Emperour him ſelfe, and all thy foes,
And at thy mercy ſhall they stoope and kneele,
And on them ſhalt thou eafe thy angry hart:
What faies Andronicus to this deuife?

Enter Marcus.

Titus. Marcus my brother, tis sad Titus calls,
Goegente Marcus to thy Nephew Lucius,
Thou ſhalt enquire him out among the Gothes,
Bid him repaire to me, and bring with him
Some of the chiefest Princes of the Gothes,
Bid him encampe his ſouldiers where they are,
Tell him the Emperour and the Emprefle too
Feaſt at my houſe, and he ſhall feaſt with them.
This doe thou for my Inue, and ſo let him,
As here regards his aged Fathers life.

Mar. This will I doe, and I ſone returne againe.

Tamora.

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Tamor. Now will I hence about thy busines,
And take my minifers along with me.

Titus. Nay, nay, let rape and murder stay with me,
Or els Ile call my brother backe againe,
And cleaue to no reuenge but Lucius.

Tam. What say you boyes, will you bide with him,
Whiles I goe tell my Lord the Emperour,
How I haue gouverd our determind ieſt,
Yeelde to his humour, smooth and ſpeake him faire,
And tarry with him till I turne againe.

Titus. I know them all, though they ſuppofe me mad,
And will ore-reach them in their owne deuifes,
A payre of curſed helſ-hounds and their Dam.

Deme. Madam depart at pleafure, leaue vs heere.

Tamora. Farewell Andronicus, reuenge now goes
To lay a complot to betray thy foes.

Titus. I know thou doſt, and ſweete reuenge farewell,
Chiron. Tell ys old man, how ſhall we be imployd,
Titus. But I haue worke enough for you to doe,
Publius come hether, Caius, and Valentine,

Publius. What is your will?

Titus. Know you the ſe two?

Pub. The Empresse ſonnes I take them, Chiron. Demetritus,
Titus. Fie Publius ſie, thou art too much deccaude,
The one is Murder, Rape is the others name,
And therefore binde them gentle Publius,

Caius and Valentine, lay hands on them,
Oſt haue you heard me with for such an houre,
And now I finde it, therefore binde them ſure,
And ſtop their mouthes if they begin to cry.

Chiron. Villaines forbeare, we are the Empresse ſonnes.
Publius. And therefore do we what we are commanded.
Step close their mouthes, let them not ſpeake a word,
Is he ſure bound, looke that you binde them ſaſt.

Enter

of Titus Andronicus,

Enter Titus Andronicus with a knife, and Lauinia
with a Bason.

Titus. Come, come Lauinia, looke, thy foes are bound,
Sirs ſtop their mouthes, let them not ſpeake to me,
But let them heare what ſearefull words I vtter.

Oh villaines, Chiron and Demetritus,
Here stands the ſpring whome you haue ſtaind with mud,
This goodly Sommer with your Winter mixt,
You kild her husband, and for that vilde ſault,
Two of her brothers were condemn'd to death,
My hand cut off, and made a merry ieſt,

Both her ſweet hands, her tongue, and that more deere
Then hands or tongue, her ſpotleſſe chaſtity,
Inhumaine traytors, you conſtraind and forſt,

What would you ſay if I ſhould let you ſpeake?

Villaines for ſhame you could not beg for grace.

Harke wretches how I meane to martyr you,
This one hand yet is left to cut your throates

Whilſt that Lauinia tweene her ſtumps doth hold
The Bason that receaues your guilty blood.

You know your Mother meanes to ſeaſt with me,
And calls her ſelfe Reuenge, and thinkes me mad.

Harke villaines, I will grinde your bones to duſt,
And with your blood and it Ile make a paſſe,

And of the paſſe a coffen I will reare,

And make two paſſies of your ſhamefull heads,
And bid that ſtrumpet your vnhallowed Dam,

Like to the earth ſwallow her owne increafe.

This is the ſeaſt that I haue bid her to,

And this the banquet ſhe ſhall ſurſet on,
For worſe then Philomel you vide my daughter,

And worſe then Progne I will be reueng'd,

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And now prepare your throats: *Lauinia* come,
Receaue the blood, and when that they are dead,
Let me goe grindetheir bones to powder small,
And with this hatefull liquour temper it,
And in that paſſe let their vilde heads be bakte,
Come, come, be every one officious,
Tomake this banket, which I with may proue
More ſterne and bloody then the Centaures ſeaſt.

He curs their throats.

Sonow bring them in, for Ile play the Cooke,
And see them ready against their Mother comes.

Exeunt.

Enter Lucius, Marcus, and the Gothes.

Lucius. Vnckle Marcii, since is my fathers minde
That I repaire to Rome, I am content.

Goth. And ours with this befall what Fortune will.

Lucius. Good Vnckler, ke you in this barbarous Moore,
This rauenous Tiger, this accursed deuill,
Let him receaue no ſotlenance, fetter him,
Till he be brought vnto the Emperours face.

For teſtimony of her foule proceedings:

And fee the Ambush of our friends be strong,

I feare the Emperor meanes no good to vs.

Moore. Some deuill, whoſper curses in mine cares,
And prompt me that my tongue may vutter forth,
The venemous matlice of my ſwelling heart.

Lucius. Away inhumane dogge, vnhallowed ſlaue,
Sirs, helpe our vnckle to conuey him in,
The trumpets shew the Emperour is at hand.

Sound Trumpets, Enter Emperor and Empresse, with Tribunes and others.

King. What, hath the firmament moc funnes then one?

Lucius,

of Titus Andronicus.

Lucius. What bootes it thee to call thy ſelfe a ſunne?

Marcii, Romes Emperour and Nephew breake the parle
These quarrels must be quietly debated,

The feaſt is ready which the careful Titus,
Hath ordained to an honourable end,

For peace, for loue, for league and good to Rome:

Please you therefore draw nie and take your places.

Saturn. Marcii we will.

Sound Trumpets, enter Titus like a Cooke, placing the meat on
the Table, and Lauinia with a vaine ouer her face.

Titus. Welcom my graeious Lord, welcom dread Queen
Welcome ye warlike Gothes, welcome Lucius,
And welcome all, although the cheere be poore,
I will fill your stomacks, please you eat of it.

Satur. Why art thou thus attired Andronicus ?

Titus. Because I would be sure to haue all well,
To entertaine your highnes, and your Empresse.

Tans. We are beholding to you good Andronicus,
Titus. And if your highnes knew my heart, you were:

My Lord the Emperour refolueme this,

Was it well done of rafh Virginsus,

To ſlay his daughter with his owne right hand,

Because ſhe was enforſt, ſtaind, and deſlowrde?

Satyr. It was Andronicus.

Titus. Your reaſon mighty Lord?

Satyr. Because the girle should not ſuruine her ſhame,
And by her prefence still renew his ſorrowes.

Tum. A reaſon mighty, ſtrong, and effectuall,
A patterne, preſident, and lively warrant,
For me most wretched to performe the like,
Die, die, Lauinia, and thy ſhame with thee,

And with thy ſhame thy Fathers ſorrow die.

he kill her.

Saturn. What haſt thou doue, vnnatural and vnkinde?

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Tit. Kild her fur whome my teares haue mabed me blinde.
I am as wofull as Virgi ius was,
And haue a thousand times more caufe th en he,
To doe this outrage, and it is now done.

King. What was the rauiſt? tell who did the deed e.

Titus. Wilt please you eat, wilt please your highnes feed?

Tam. Why haſt thou ſtaine thine onely daughter

Titus. Not I, twas Chiron and Demetrius.

They rauiſt her, and cut away her tongue,
And they, twas they, that did her all this wrong.

King. Go fetch them hether to vs preſently.

Titus. Why there they are both, baked in that pie,
Whereof their mother daintily hath fed,
Eating the ſlesh that the her ſelſe hath bred.

Tis true, tis true, witnes my kniues ſharpe point,

He ſtabſt the Empresse

Empe. Die franticke wretch for this accuſed deed

Lucius. Can the ſonnes eye behold his father bleede?

There's meede for meede, death for a deadly deede.

Marcus. You ſad fac'd men, people and ſons of Rome,
By vprores ſeuerd like a flight of fowle,
Scattred by windes and high tempeſtious guſts,
Oh let me teach you how to knit againe
This ſcattred corne into one mutuall ſheaffe,
The ſe broken limbs againe into one body.

Roman Lord. Let Rome her ſelſe be bane vnto her ſelſe,
And ſhee whome mightie kingdomes curſie too,
Like a forlorne and desperate caſt away,
Doe ſhamefull execution on her ſelſe.
But if my froſt ſignes and chaps of age,
Graue witneſſes of true experience,
Connot induce you to attend my words,
Speake Romes decre friend, as erſt our Anceſtor,

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of Titus Andronicus.

When with his ſolenné tongue he did diſcourſe

Toloue-ficke Didoes ſad attending eare,

The ſtory of that balefull burning night,

When ſubtile Greekes ſurprizd King Priams Troy.

Tell vs what Sinon hath bewicht our eares,
Or who hath brought the fatall engine in

That giues our Troy, our Romethe ciuill wound.

My hart is not compaſt of ſlent nor ſteele,

Nor can I vtter all our bitter grieſe,

But floods of teares will drowne my Oratorie,

And breake my very vttrance euen in the time

When it should moue you to attend me moſt,

Lending your kind commiſeration.

Heereis a Captaine let him tell the tale,

Your harts will throb and weepe to heare him ſpeake.

Lucius. Then noble auditory be it knowne to you,
That curſed Chiron and Demetrius

Were they that murdred our Emperours brother,
And they it were that rauiſhed our ſifter,

For their ſell faults our brothers were beheaded,

Our Fathers teares deſpised and bafeſly confend,

Of that true hand that ſought Romes quarrell out,

And ſent her enemies vnto the graue.

Laſtly my ſelſe vnkindly baniſhed,

The gates ſhut on me and turnd weeping out,

To beg relieſe among Romes enemies,

Who drrewnd their enmity in my true teares,

And opt their armes to imbrace me as a friend,

and I am the turned forth be it knowne to you,
That haue preferud her welfare in my blood,

And from her boſome tooke the enemies point,

Sheathing the ſteele in my aduentrous body.

Alas you know I am no vaunter I,

My ſcars can witnes, dum b although they are,

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Thaſ

The most lamentable Tr agedie

That my report is just and full of truth,
But soft, me thinkes I doe digresse too much,
Cyting my worthles praisè, Oh pardon me,
For when no friends are by, men praisè themselves.

### Marcus.
Now is my turne to speake: behold this childe,
Of this was Tamora deliuered,
The issue of an irreligious Moore,
Chiefe Architect and plotter of these woes,
The villaine is aliuе in Titus house,
And as he is to witne this is true,
Now iudge what course had Titus to revenge,
These wrongs, vnspeakeable past pacience,
Or more then any liuing man could beare.
Now you haue heard the truth, what say you Romanes?

Now you haue heard the truth, what say you Romanes?
Hauе we done ought amisse? show vs wherein,
And from the place where you behold vs now,
The poore remainder of Andronicke
Will hand in hand all headlong caft vs downe,
And on the ragged stones beat forth our braines,
And make a mutuall closure of our house:
Speake Romaines speake, and if you say we shall,
Loe hand in hand Lucius and I will fall.

### Emilius.
Come come thou reuerent man of Rome,
And bring our Emperour gently in thy hand,
Lucius our Emperour for well I know,
The common voyce doe cry it shall be so.

### Marcus.
Lucius, all haile Romes roy all Emperous,
Goe goe into old Titus sorrowfull house,
And hither haue that misbelieuing Moore,
To be adiudged some direfull slaughtering death,
As punishment for his most wicked life.

Lucius all haile to Romes gracious Gouernour.
Lucius. Thanks gentle Romaines may I gouerne so,
To heale Romes harmes, and wipe away her woe:
But

But

of Titus Andronicus.

But gentle people giue me aime a while,
Fornature puteme to a heavie taske,
Stand all aloofe, but Vnckle draw you neere,
To shed obsequious teares vpon this trunke,
Oh take this warme kiffe on thy pale cold lips,
These sorrowful drops vpon thy bloud-flaing face,
The last true duties of thy noble sonne.

### Marc.
Teare for teare, and louing kiffe for kiffe,
Thy brother Lucius tenders on thy lips,
Oh were the summe of these that I should pay,
Countlesse and infinite, yet would I pay them.

### Lucius.
Come hither boy come, come and learne of vs,
To melt in showers, the Grandfier lou'd thee well,
Many a time he daunta thee on his knee,
Sung thee a sleepe, his louing breast thy pillow,
Many a matter hau's he told to thee,
Meete and agreeing with thin'e infancie,
In that respect then like a louing childe,
Shed yet some small drops from thy tender spring,
Because kind nature doth require it so,
Friends should associate friends in griefe and woe.
Bid him farewell, commit him to the graue,
Doe them that kindnes, and take leaue of them.

### Puer.
O Grandfier, Grandfire, euen with all my hart,
Would I were dead so you did liue againe.
O Lord I cannot speake to him for weeping,
My teares will choak me if Iope my mouth.

### Romains.
You sad An dronicke have done with woes,
Giue sentence on this execrable wretch,
That hath bene breeder of these dire cuentes.

### Lucius.
Set him breast deepe in earth and famifh him
There let him stand and raue andery for foode,
If any one releueues or pitties him,
For the offence he dies, this is our doome.

Some

The most lamentable Trage die

Some stay to see him faestned in the earth.

Aron. Ah why should wrath be mute, and fury dumb?

I am no baby I, that with base praiers

I should repent the evils I haue done,

Ten thousand worfethen euer yet I did,

Would I performe if I might haue my will,

If one good deed in all my life I did,

I doe repent it from my very fonle.

Lucius. Some louing friends conuey the Emperour hence.

And giue him buriall in his fathers graue,

My father and Launiafshall forthwith

Be closed in our households monument:

As for that hanous Tiger Tamora,

No funerall rite, nor man in mournefull weeds,

No mournefull bell shall ring her buriall.

But throw her forth to beafts and birds to prey,

Her life was beaftly and deuoid of pitty,

And being so shall haue like want of pitty.

See iustice done on Aron that dambd Moore,

By whome our heauy haps had their beginning:

Then afterwards to order well the state,

That like events may ner'e it ruinate.

FINIS.