16561520Their mothers bed-chamber should not be safe,

16571521For these base 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 Empresse sonnes,

16641528Presents that I intend to send them both:

16651529Come, come, thoult doe my message wilt thou not?

16661530Puer. I with my dagger in their bosomes Grandsier.

16671531Titus. No boy not so, Ile teach thee another course,

16681532Lauinia come, Marcus looke to my house,

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 compassion him?

16731537Marcus attend him in his extasie,

16741538That hath more scars of sorrow in his hart,

16751539Than foe-mens marks vpon his battred shield,

16761540But yet so iust, that he will not reuenge,

16771541Reuenge the heauens for olde Andronicus. Exit.

16811545Chiron Demetrius, her's the sonne of Lucius,

16821546He hath some message to deliuer vs.

16831547Aron. I some mad message 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 Lucius, whats the news.

1687.11552Puer. That you are both discipherd, thats the newes,