¶Who found this letter, T
amora was it you?
¶Tamora. Andronicus him
selfe did take it vp.
¶Titus. I did my Lord, yet let me be their baile,
¶For by my Fathers reuerent toombe I vowe,
¶They
shall be ready at your highnes will,
¶To an
swere their
su
spition with their liues.
¶King. Thou
shalt not baile them,
see thou follow me.
1060Some bring the murthered body,
some the murtherers,
¶Let them not
speake a word the guilt is plaine,
¶For by my
soule, were there wor
se end than death,
¶That end vpon them
should be executed.
¶Tamora. Andronicus I will intreat the King,
1065Feare not thy
sonnes, they
shall doe well enough.
¶Titus. Come L
ucius come,
stay not to talke with them.
¶Enter the Empresse sonnes with Lauinia, her handes
¶cut off, and her tongue cut out, & rauisht.
1070Deme. So now go tell and if thy tongue can
speake,
¶VVho twas that cut thy tongue and raui
sht thee.
¶Chi. VVrite downe thy minde bewray thy meaning
so,
¶And if thy
stumpes will let thee play the
scribe.
¶Deme. See how with
signes and tokens
she can
scrowle.
1075Chi. Goe home, call for
sweet water wa
sh thy hands.
¶Demet. She hath no tongue to call, nor hands to wa
sh'
¶And
so lets leaue her to her
silent walkes.
¶Chi. And twere my cau
se, I
should goe hang my
selfe.
1080Demet. If thou had
st hands to helpe thee knit the corde.
¶Enter Marcus from hunting.
¶VVho is this, my Neece that flies away
so fa
st,
1085Co
sen a word, where is your hu
sband:
¶If I doe dreame would all my wealth would wake me.
E2