The most Lamentable Tragedie
16561520Their mothers bed-chamber
should not be
safe,
16571521For the
se ba
se bond-men to the yoake of Rome.
16581522Marcus I thats my boy, thy father hath full oft,
16591523For his vngratefull Countrie done the like.
16601524Puer. And Vnkle
so will I, and if I liue.
16611525Titus. Come goe with me into mine Armorie,
16621526Lucius Ile
fit thee, and withall my boy
16631527Shall carrie from me to the Empre
sse
sonnes,
16641528Pre
sents that I intend to
send them both:
16651529Come, come, thoult doe my me
ssage wilt thou not?
16661530Puer. I with my dagger in their bo
somes Grand
sier.
16671531Titus. No boy not
so, Ile teach thee another cour
se,
16681532Lauinia come, M
arcus looke to my hou
se,
16691533Lucius and Ile goe braue it at the Court,
16701534I marrie will we
sir, and weele be waited on.
Exeunt. 16711535Marcus. O heauens, can you heare a goodman grone
16721536And not relent, or not compa
ssion him?
16731537M
arcus attend him in his exta
sie,
16741538That hath more
scars of
sorrow in his hart,
16751539Than foe-mens marks vpon his battred
shield,
16761540But yet
so iu
st, that he will not reuenge,
16771541Reuenge the heauens for olde
Andronicus.
Exit.
16781542 Enter Aron, Chiron, and Demetrius at one doore, and at 16791543the other doore young Lucius, and another with a bundle of 16801544weapons, and verses writ vpon them.
16811545Chiron Demetrius, her's the
sonne of L
ucius,
16821546He hath
some me
ssage to deliuer vs.
16831547Aron. I
some mad me
ssage from his mad Grandfather.
16841548Puer. My Lords, with all the humblenes I may,
16851549I greete your Honours from
Andronicus;
16861550And pray the Romane Gods confound you both.
16871551Demetrius. Gramarcie Louelie L
ucius, whats the news.
1687.11552Puer. That you are both di
scipherd, thats the newes,
For