2396Tam. Well hast thou lesson'd vs, this shall we do.

2397But would it please thee good Andronicus,

2398To send for Lucius thy thrice Valiant Sonne,

2399Who leades towards Rome a Band of Warlike Gothes,

2400And bid him come and Banquet at thy house.

2401When he is heere, euen at thy Solemne Feast,

2402I will bring in the Empresse and her Sonnes,

2403The Emperour himselfe, and all thy Foes,

2404And at thy mercy shall they stoop, and kneele,

2405And on them shalt thou ease, thy angry heart:

2406What saies Andronicus to this deuise?

2408Tit. Marcus my Brother, 'tis sad Titus calls,

2409Go gentle Marcus to thy Nephew Lucius,

2410Thou shalt enquire him out among the Gothes,

2411Bid him repaire to me, and bring with him

2412Some of the chiefest Princes of the Gothes,

2413Bid him encampe his Souldiers where they are,

2414Tell him the Emperour, and the Empresse too,

2415Feasts at my house, and he shall Feast with them,

2416This do thou for my loue, and so let him,

2417As he regards his aged Fathers life.

2418Mar. This will I do, and soone returne againe.

2419Tam. Now will I hence about thy businesse,

2420And take my Ministers along with me.

2421Tit. Nay, nay, let Rape and Murder stay with me,

2422Or els Ile call my Brother backe againe,

2423And cleaue to no reuenge but Lucius.

2424Tam. What say you Boyes, will you bide with him,

2425Whiles I goe tell my Lord the Emperour,

2426How I haue gouern'd our determined iest?

2427Yeeld to his Humour, smooth and speake him faire,

2428And tarry with him till I turne againe.

2429Tit. I know them all, though they suppose me mad,

2430And will ore-reach them in their owne deuises,

2431A payre of cursed hell-hounds and their Dam.

2432Dem. Madam depart at pleasure, leaue vs heere.

2433Tam. Farewell Andronicus, reuenge now goes

2434To lay a complot to betray thy Foes.

2435Tit. I know thou doo'st, and sweet reuenge farewell.

2436Chi. Tell vs old man, how shall we be imploy'd?

2437Tit. Tut, I haue worke enough for you to doe,

2438Publius come hither, Caius, and Valentine.

2439Pub. What is your will?

2440Tit. Know you these two?

2441Pub. The Empresse Sonnes

2442I take them, Chiron, Demetrius.

2443Titus. Fie Publius, fie, thou art too much deceau'd,

2444The one is Murder, Rape is the others name,

2445And therefore bind them gentle Publius,

2446Caius, and Valentine, lay hands on them,

2447Oft haue you heard me wish for such an houre,

2448And now I find it, therefore binde them sure,

2449Chi. Villaines forbeare, we are the Empresse Sonnes.

2450Pub. And therefore do we, what we are commanded.

2451Stop close their mouthes, let them not speake a word,

2452Is he sure bound, looke that you binde them fast. Exeunt.

2455Tit. Come, come Lauinia, looke, thy Foes are bound,

2456Sirs stop their mouthes, let them not speake to me,

2457But let them heare what fearefull words I vtter.

2458Oh Villaines, Chiron, and Demetrius,

2459Here stands the spring whom you haue stain'd with mud,

2460This goodly Sommer with your Winter mixt,

2461You kil'd her husband, and for that vil'd fault,

2462Two of her Brothers were condemn'd to death,

2463My hand cut off, and made a merry iest,

2464Both her sweet Hands, her Tongue, and that more deere

2465Then Hands or tongue, her spotlesse Chastity,

2466Iuhumaine Traytors, you constrain'd and for'st.

2467What would you say, if I should let you speake?

2468Villaines for shame you could not beg for grace.

2469Harke Wretches, how I meane to martyr you,

2470This one Hand yet is left, to cut your throats,

2471Whil'st that Lauinia tweene her stumps doth hold:

2472The Bason that receiues your guilty blood.

2473You know your Mother meanes to feast with me,

2474And calls herselfe Reuenge, and thinkes me mad.

2475Harke Villaines, I will grin'd your bones to dust,

2476And with your blood and it, Ile make a Paste,

2477And of the Paste a Coffen I will reare,

2478And make two Pasties of your shamefull Heads,

2479And bid that strumpet your vnhallowed Dam,

2480Like to the earth swallow her increase.

2481This is the Feast, that I haue bid her to,

2482And this the Banquet she shall surfet on,

2483For worse then Philomel you vsd my Daughter,

2484And worse then Progne, I will be reueng'd,

2485And now prepare your throats: Lauinia come.

2486Receiue the blood, and when that they are dead,

2487Let me goe grin'd their Bones to powder small,

2488And with this hatefull Liquor temper it,

2489And in that Paste let their vil'd Heads be bakte,

2490Come, come, be eueryone officious,

2491To make this Banket, which I wish might proue,

2492More sterne and bloody then the Centaures Feast.

2494So now bring them in, for Ile play the Cooke,

2495And see them ready, gainst their Mother comes. Exeunt.

2497Luc. Vnckle Marcus, since 'tis my Fathers minde

2498That I repair to Rome, I am content.

2499Goth. And ours with thine befall, what Fortune will.

2500Luc. Good Vnckle take you in this barbarous Moore,

2501This Rauenous Tiger, this accursed deuill,

2502Let him receiue no sustenance, fetter him,

2503Till he be brought vnto the Emperous face,

2504For testimony of her foule proceedings.

2505And see the Ambush of our Friends be strong,

2506If ere the Emperour meanes no good to vs.

2507Aron. Some deuill whisper curses in my eare,

2508And prompt me that my tongue may vtter forth,

2509The Venemous Mallice of my swelling heart.

2510Luc. Away Inhumaine Dogge, Vnhallowed Slaue,

2511Sirs, helpe our Vnckle, to conuey him in, Flourish.

2512The Trumpets shew the Emperour is at hand.

2515Sat. What, hath the Firemament more Suns then one?

2516Luc. What bootes it thee to call thyselfe a Sunne?

2517Mar. Romes Emperour & Nephewe breake the parle

2518These quarrels must be quietly debated,

2519The Feast is ready which the carefull Titus,