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Titus Andronicus (Folio, 1623)
50The Tragedie of Titus Andronicus.
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,
2407Enter Marcus.
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,
2416This do thou for my loue, and so let him,
2417As he regards his aged Fathers life.
2420And take my Ministers along with me.
2422Or els Ile call my Brother backe againe,
2423And cleaue to no reuenge but Lucius.
2425Whiles I goe tell my Lord the Emperour,
2426How I haue gouern'd our determined iest?
2428And tarry with him till I turne againe.
2430And will ore-reach them in their owne deuises,
2431A payre of cursed hell-hounds and their Dam.
2434To lay a complot to betray thy Foes.
2437Tit. Tut, I haue worke enough for you to doe,
2439Pub. What is your will?
2442I take them, Chiron, Demetrius.
2444The one is Murder, Rape is the others name,
2445And therefore bind them gentle Publius,
2446Caius, and Valentine, lay hands on them,
2450Pub. And therefore do we, what we are commanded.
2453Enter Titus Andronicus with a knife, and Lauinia
2454with a Bason.
2455Tit. Come, come Lauinia, looke, thy Foes are bound,
2457But let them heare what fearefull words I vtter.
2458Oh Villaines, Chiron, and Demetrius,
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,
2464Both her sweet Hands, her Tongue, and that more deere
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,
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,
2479And bid that strumpet your vnhallowed Dam,
2481This is the Feast, that I haue bid her to,
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,
2493He cuts their throats.
2494So now bring them in, for Ile play the Cooke,
2496Enter Lucius, Marcus, and the Gothes.
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,
2503Till he be brought vnto the Emperous face,
2504For testimony of her foule proceedings.
2506If ere the Emperour meanes no good to vs.
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.
2514Tribunes and others.
2515Sat. What, hath the Firemament more Suns then one?
2517Mar. Romes Emperour & Nephewe breake the parle
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