Titus Andronicus (Quarto 1, 1594)
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Enter Tamora and her two sonnes disguised.
2285I will encounter with Andronicus,
¶To ioyne with him and right his hainous wrongs,
¶To ruminate strange plots of diere reuenge,
2290Tell him reuenge is come to ioyne with him,
¶And worke confusion on his enemies.
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They knocke and Titus opens his studie doore.
¶Is it your tricke to make me ope the dore,
¶And all my studie be to no effect.
¶You are deceiude, for what I meane to doe,
¶See here in bloodie lines I haue set downe.
¶And what is written shall be executed.
2300Tamora. Titus, I am come to talke with thee.
¶Titus. No not a word, how can I grace my talke,
¶VVanting a hand to giue that accord,
¶Thou hast the odds of me therefore no more.
¶Titus. I am not mad, I know thee well enough,
¶witnes these trenches made by greefe and care,
2310witnes the tiring day and heauie night,
¶witnes all sorrow that I know thee well
¶Is not thy comming for my other hand.
2315Shee is thy enemie, and I thy friend,
¶I am Reuenge sent from th'infernall Kingdome,
¶To ease the gnawing vulture of thy minde,
¶By working wreakfull vengeance on thy foes:
¶Come downe and welcome me to this worlds light,
2320Conferre with me of murder and of death,
¶Ther's not a hollow Caue or lurking place,
¶VVhere bloodie murther or detested rape,
¶Can couch for feare but I will finde the mout,
2325And in their eares tell them my dreadfull name,
¶Reuenge which makes the foule offender quake.
¶To be a torment to mine enemies.
¶Tamora. I am, therefore come downe and welcome mee
¶Stab them, or teare them on thy Chariot wheeles,
¶And then Ile come and be thy wagoner,
2335And wherle along with thee about the Globes.
¶Prouide thee two proper palfrays, black as iet,
¶To hale thy vengefull waggon swift away,
¶And finde out murder in their guiltie cares.
¶And when thy Car is loaden with their heads,
2340I will dismount and by thy waggon wheele,
¶Trotte like a seruile footeman all day long,
¶Vntill his verie downefall in the Sea.
¶And day by day Ile do this heauie taske,
2345So thou destroy Rapine and Murderthere.
¶Oh sweete Reuenge, now doe I come to thee,
¶And if one armes imbracement will content thee,
2355I will imbrace thee in it by and by.
¶VVhat ere I forge to feede his braine-sicke humors,
¶Doe you vphold and maintaine in your speeches,
¶For now he firmelie takes me for Reuenge,
2360And being credulous in this mad thought,
2365Or at the least make them his enemies:
¶See here he comes, and I must plie my theame.
¶Titus. Long haue I bin forlorne and all for thee,
¶welcome dread Furie to my woefull house,
¶Rapine and Murther you are welcome too:
¶well are you fitted, had you but a Moore,
¶Could not all hell afford you such a Diuell?
¶But in her companie there is a Moore.
2375And would you represent our Queene a right,
¶It were conuenient you had such a Diuell:
¶But welcome as you are, what shall wee doe?
¶Demet. Show me a murtherer Ile deale with him.
2380Chi. Show me a villaine that hath done a rape,
¶And I am sent to be reuengde on him.
¶And I will be reuenged on them all.
¶Good murther stab him, hee's a murtherer.
¶Goe thou with him, and when it is thy hap,
¶To finde another that is like to thee,
2390Goe thou with them, and in the Emperours Court,
¶There is a Queene attended by a Moore,
¶VVell shalt thou know her by thine owne proportion,
¶I pray thee doe on them some violent death,
2395They haue bin violent to me and mine.
¶But would it please thee good Andronicus,
¶VVho leades towards Rome a band of warlike Gothes,
2400And bid him come and banquet at thy house,
¶The Emperour him selfe and all thy foes,
¶
Enter Marcus.
¶Goe gentle Marcus to thy nephew Lucius,
2410Thou 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.
¶This doe thou for my loue, and so let him,
¶As he regards his aged Fathers life.
2420And take my ministers a long with me.
¶Or els Ile call my brother backe againe,
¶And cleaue to no reuenge but Lucius.
2425VVhiles I goe tell my Lord the Emperour,
¶How I haue gouernd our determind iest,
¶And tarrie with him till I turne againe.
2430And will ore reach them in their owne deuises,
¶A paire of cursed hell hounds and their Dame.
¶Tamora. Farewell Andronicus, Reuenge now goes,
¶To lay a complot to betray thy foes.
¶Titus. Tut I haue worke enough for you to doe
¶Publius, come hither, Caius, and Valentine.
¶Publius. VVhat is your will?
¶Titus. Fie, Publius fie, thou art too much deceaude,
¶The one is Murder and Rape is the others name,
2445And therefore binde them gentle Publius,
¶Caius and Valentine, lay hands on them,
¶And now I finde it therefore binde them sure,
2448.1And stop their mouthes if they begin to crie.
2450Pub. And therefore doe we what we are commanded,
¶
_Enter Titus Andronicus, with a knife, and Lauinia, with
¶a Bason.
2455Titus. Come, come, Lauinia looke thy foes are bound,
¶But let them heare what fearefull words I vtter.
¶Oh villaines Chiron and Demetrius,
2460This goodly sommer with your winter mixt,
¶You kild her husband, and for that vild fault,
¶Two of her brothers were condemnd to death,
¶My hand cut off and made a merrie iest,
¶Both her sweete hands, hir tongue, and that more deare
¶Villaines for shame you could not beg for grace.
¶Harke wretches how I meane to marter you,
2470This one hand yet is left to cut your throats,
¶VVhiles that Lauinia tweene her stumps doth hold,
¶The bason that receaues your guiltie blood.
¶You know your Mother meanes to feast with me,
¶And calles herselfe Reuenge and thinks me mad.
2475Harke villaines I will grinde your bones to dust,
¶And with your blood and it Ile make a paste,
¶And of the paste a coffen I will reare,
¶And bid that strumpet your vnhallowed Dam,
¶This is the feast that I haue bid her too,
¶And worse than Progne I will be reuengd.
2485And now prepare your throats, Lauinia come,
¶Receaue the blood, and when that they are dead,
¶Let me goe grinde their bones to powder small,
¶And with this hatefull liquour temper it,
¶And in that paste let their vile heades be bakt,
2490Come, come, be euerie one officius,
¶To make this banket which I wish may proue
¶
He cuts their throats.
¶So now bring them in for Ile play the Cooke,
Exeunt._
