1365Then be my passions bottomlesse with them.

1366Mar. But yet let reason gouerne thy lament.

1367Titus. If there were reason for these miseries,

1368Then into limits could I binde my woes:

1369When heauen doth weepe, doth not the earth oreflow?

1370If the windes rage, doth not the Sea wax mad,

1371Threatning the welkin with his big-swolne face?

1372And wilt thou haue a reason for this coile?

1373I am the Sea. Harke how her sighes doe flow:

1374Shee is the weeping welkin, I the earth:

1375Then must my Sea be moued with her sighes,

1376Then must my earth with her continuall teares,

1377Become a deluge: ouerflow'd and drown'd:

1378For why, my bowels cannot hide her woes,

1379But like a drunkard must I vomit them:

1380Then giue me leaue, for loosers will haue leaue,

1381To ease their stomackes with their bitter tongues,

1383Me"ss". Worthy Andronicus, ill art thou repaid,

1384For that good hand thou sentst the Emperour:

1385Heere are the heads of thy two noble sonnes.

1386And heeres thy hand in scorne to thee sent backe:

1387Thy griefes, their sports: Thy resolution mockt,

1388That woe is me to thinke vpon thy woes,

1389More then remembrance of my fathers death. Exit.

1390Marc. Now let hot AEtna coole in Cicilie,

1391And be my heart an euer-burning hell:

1392These miseries are more then may be borne.

1393To weepe with them that weepe, doth ease some deale,

1394But sorrow flouted at, is double death.

1395Luci. Ah that this sight should make so deep a wound,

1396And yet detested life not shrinke thereat:

1397That euer death should let life beare his name,

1398Where life hath no more interest but to breath.

1399Mar. Alas poore hart that kisse is comfortlesse,

1400As frozen water to a starued snake.

1401Titus. When will this fearefull slumber haue an end?

1402Mar. Now farwell flatterie, die Andronicus,

1403Thou dost not slumber, see thy two sons heads,

1404Thy warlike hands, thy mangled daughter here:

1405Thy other banisht sonnes with this deere sight

1406Strucke pale and bloodlesse, and thy brother I,

1407Euen like a stony Image, cold and numme.

1408Ah now no more will I controule my griefes,

1409Rent off thy siluer haire, thy other hand

1410Gnawing with thy teeth, and be this dismall sight

1411The closing vp of our most wretched eyes:

1412Now is a time to storme, why art thou still?

1413Titus. Ha, ha, ha,

1414Mar. Why dost thou laugh? it fits not with this houre.

1415Ti. Why I haue not another teare to shed:

1416Besides, this sorrow is an enemy,

1417And would vsurpe vpon my watry eyes,

1418And make them blinde with tributarie teares.

1419Then which way shall I finde Reuenges Caue?

1420For these two heads doe seeme to speake to me,

1421And threat me, I shall neuer come to blisse,

1422Till all these mischiefes be returned againe,

1423Euen in their throats that haue committed them.

1424Come let me see what taske I haue to doe,

1425You heauie people, circle me about,

1426That I may turne me to each one of you,

1427And sweare vnto my soule to right your wrongs.

1428The vow is made, come Brother take a head,

1429And in this hand the other will I beare.

1430And Lauinia thou shalt be employd in these things:

1431Beare thou my hand sweet wench betweene thy teeth:

1432As for thee boy, goe get thee from my sight,

1433Thou art an Exile, and thou must not stay,

1434Hie to the Gothes, and raise an army there,

1435And if you loue me, as I thinke you doe,

1436Let's kisse and part, for we haue much to doe. Exeunt.

1438Luci. Farewell Andronicus my noble Father:

1439The woful'st man that euer liu'd in Rome:

1440Farewell proud Rome, til Lucius come againe,

1441He loues his pledges dearer then his life:

1442Farewell Lauinia my noble sister,

1443O would thou wert as thou tofore hast beene,

1444But now, nor Lucius nor Lauinia liues

1445But in obliuion and hateful griefes:

1446If Lucius liue, he will requit your wrongs,

1447And make proud Saturnine and his Empresse

1448Beg at the gates like Tarquin and his Queene.

1449Now will I to the Gothes and raise a power,

1450To be reueng'd on Rome and Saturnine. Exit Lucius

1453An. So, so, now sit, and looke you eate no more

1454Then will preserue iust so much strength in vs

1455As will reuenge these bitter woes of ours.

1456Marcus vnknit that sorrow-wreathen knot:

1457Thy Neece and I (poore Creatures) want our hands

1458And cannot passionate our tenfold griefe,

1459With foulded Armes. This poore right hand of mine,

1460Is left to tirranize vppon my breast.

1461Who when my hart all mad with misery,

1462Beats in this hollow prison of my flesh,

1463Then thus I thumpe it downe.

1464Thou Map of woe, that thus dost talk in signes,

1465When thy poore hart beates with outragious beating,

1466Thou canst not strike it thus to make it still?

1467Wound it with sighing girle, kil it with grones:

1468Or get some little knife betweene thy teeth,

1469And iust against thy hart make thou a hole,

1470That all the teares that thy poore eyes let fall

1471May run into that sinke, and soaking in,

1472Drowne the lamenting foole, in Sea salt teares.

1473Mar. Fy brother fy, teach her not thus to lay

1474Such violent hands vppon her tender life.

1475An. How now! Has sorrow made thee doate already?

1476Why Marcus, no man should be mad but I:

1477What violent hands can she lay on her life:

1478Ah, wherefore dost thou vrge the name of hands,

1479To bid AEneas tell the tale twice ore

1480How Troy was burnt, and he made miserable?

1481O handle not the theame, to talke of hands,

1482Least we remember still that we haue none,

1483Fie, fie, how Frantiquely I square my talke

1484As if we should forget we had no hands:

1485If Marcus did not name the word of hands.

1486Come, lets fall too, and gentle girle eate this,

1487Heere is no drinke? Harke Marcus what she saies,

1488I can interpret all her martir'd signes,

1489She saies, she drinkes no other drinke but teares

1490Breu'd with her sorrow: mesh'd vppon her cheekes,