24962360Enter Lucius, Marcus, and the Gothes. 24972361Lucius. Vnckle
Marcus,
since tis my Fathers minde,
24982362That I repaire to Rome I am content.
24992363Got. And ours with thine, befall what Fortune will.
25002364Luci. Good Vnckle take you in this barberous
Moore,
25012365This rauenous tiger, this accur
sed diuell,
25022366Let him receaue no
su
stnance, fetter him,
25032367Till he be brought vnto the Empre
sse face,
25042368For te
stemonie of her foule proceedings,
25052369And
see the Ambu
sh of our friends be
strong,
25062370I feare the Emperour meanes no good to vs.
25072371Moore. Some diuell whi
sper cur
ses in my eare,
25082372And prompt me that my tongue may vtter forth,
25092373The venemous mallice of my
swelling hart.
25102374Lucius. Away inhumane dogge vnhallowed
slaue.
25112375Sirs help our vnckle to conuay him in,
25122376The trumpets
shewe the Emperour is at hand.
25132377 Sound Trumpets. Enter Emperour and Empresse with Tri- 25152379King. What hath the
firmament mo
sunnes than one?
25162380Lucius, What boots it thee to call thy
selfe a
sunne?
25172381Mar. Romes Emperour and Nephew break the Parle,
25182382The
se quarrels mu
st be quietly debated,
25192383The fea
st is ready which the carefull
Titus,
25202384Hath ordainde to an honorable end,
25212385For peace, for loue, for league and good to Rome,
25222386Plea
se you therefore, draw nie and take your places.
25252388 Trumpets sounding, Enter Titus like a Cooke, placing the 25262389dishes, and Lauinia with a vaile ouer her face. 25272390Titus. Welcome my Lord, welcome dread Queene,
K2 welcome
The most Lamentable Tragedie
25292391Welcome yee warlike
Gothes, welcome L
ucius,
25302392And welcome all although the cheare be poore,
25312393Twill
fill your
stomacks, plea
se you eate of it.
25322394King. Why art thou thus attired
Andronicus?
25332395Titus. Becau
se I would be
sure to haue all well,
25342396To entertaine your highnes and your Empre
sse.
25352397Tamora. We are beholding to you good
Andronicus,
25362398Titus. And if your highnes knew my hart you were,
25372399My Lord the Emperour re
solue me this,
25382400Was it well done of ra
sh Viginius 25392401To
slay his daughter with his owne right hand
25402402Becau
se
she was enfor
st,
stainde, and de
flowrde?
25432405King. Becau
se the girle
should not
suruiue her
shame,
25442406And by her pre
sence
still renewe his
sorrowes.
25452407Titus. A rea
son mighty,
strong, and e
ffe
ctuall,
25462408A patterne pre
sident, and liuelie warrant,
25472409For me mo
st wretched to performe the like,
25482410Die, die,
Lauinia and thy
shame wirh thee,
25492411And with thy
shame thy Fathers
sorrow die.
25512412King. What ha
st thou done, vnnaturall and vnkinde.
25522413Tit. Kild her for whom my teares haue made me blind.
25532414I am as woefull as
Virginius was,
25542415And haue a thou
sand times more cau
se than he,
25552416To doe this outrage, and it now is done.
25562417King. What was
she raui
sht, tell who did the deede.
25572418T. Wilt plea
se you eate, wilt plea
se your highnes feed.
25582419Tam. Why ha
st thou
slaine thine only Daughter thus?
25592420Titus. Not I, twas
Chiron, and
Demetrius,
25602421They Raui
sht her and cut away her tongue,
25612422And they, twas they, that did her all this wrong.
25622423King, Goe fetch them hither to vs pre
sently.
25632424Titus. Why there they are both baked in this Pie.
25642425Whereof their Mother daintilie hath fed,
25652426Eating the
fle
sh that
shee her
selfe hath bred,
Tis
of Titus Andronicus.
25662427Tis true, tis true, witnes my kniues
sharpe point.
25682429Emperour. Die franticke wretch for this accur
sed deede,
25692430Lucius. Can the
sonnes eie behold his father bleede?
25702431Ther's meede for meede, death for a deadly deede.
25712432Marcus. You
sad facde men, people and
sons of Rome
25722433By vprores
seuerd as a
flight of fowle,
25732434Scatterd by winds and high tempe
stuous gu
sts,
25742435Oh let me teach you how to knit againe,
25752436This
scattered corne into one mutuall
shea
ffe,
25762437The
se broken limbs againe into one bodie.
25772438Romane Lord. Let Rome her
selfe bee bane vnto her(
selfe.
25782439And
shee whome mightie kingdomes cur
sie too,
25792440Like a forlorne and de
sperate ca
staway,
25802441Doe
shamefull execution on her
selfe.
25812442But if my fro
stie
signes and chappes of age,
25822443Graue witne
sses of true experience,
25832444Cannot induce you to attend my words,
25842445Speake Roomes deare friend as er
st our Ance
stor,
25852446when with his
solemne tongue he did di
scour
se
25862447To loue
sicke Didoes
sad attending eare,
25872448The
storie of that balefull burning night,
25882449When
subtile Greekes
surprizd King Priams Troy.
25892450Tell vs what Sinon hath bewicht our eares,
25902451Or who hath brought the fatall engine in
25912452That giues our Troy, our Rome the ciuill wound.
25922453My hart is not compa
ct of
flint nor
steele,
25932454Nor can I vtter all our bitter greefe,
25942455But
flouds of teares will drowne my Oratorie,
25952456And breake my vttrance euen in the time,
25962457When it
should moue yee to attend me mo
st,
25982459Her's Romes young Captaine let him tell the tale,
25992460While I
stand by and weepe to heare him
speake.
26002461Lucius. Then gratious auditorie be it knowne to you,
26012462That
Chiron and the damn'd
Demetrius,
K3 were
The most Lamentable Tragedie
26022463Were they that murdred our Emperours brother,
26032464And they it were that raui
shed our
sister,
26042465For their fell faults our brothers were beheaded,
26052466Our Fathers teares di
spi
sde, and ba
sely cou
send,
26062467Of that true hand that fought Romes quarrell out,
26072468And
sent her enemies vnto the graue.
26082469La
stly my
selfe vnkindely bani
shed,
26092470The gates
shut on me and turnd weeping out,
26102471To beg reliefe among Romes enemies,
26112472Who drownd their enmetie in my true teares,
26122473And opt their armes to imbrace me as a friend,
26132474I am the turned forth be it knowne to you,
26142475That haue pre
serude her welfare in my blood,
26152476And from her bo
some tooke the enemies point,
26162477Sheathing the
steele in my aduentrous body.
26172478Alas you know I am no vaunter I,
26182479My
scars can witnes dumb although they are,
26192480That my report is iu
st and full of truth,
26202481But
soft, methinkes I doe digre
sse too much,
26212482Cyting my worthles prai
se, Oh pardon me
26222483For when no friends are by, men prai
se them
selues.
26232484Marcus. Now is my turne to
speake, behold the child,
26252486The i
ssue of an irreligious M
oore,
26262487Chiefe archite
ct and plotter of the
se woes,
26272488The villaine is aliue in
Titus hou
se,
26282489And as he is to witnes this is true,
26292490Now iudge what cour
se had
Titus to reuenge.
26302491The
se wrongs vn
speakeable pa
st patience,
26312492Or more than any liuing man could beare,
26322493Now haue you heard the truth, what
say you Romaines?
26332494Haue we done ought ami
sse,
shew vs wherein,
26342495And from the place where you behold vs pleading,
26352496The poore remainder of
Andronicie,
26362497Will hand in hand, all headlong hurle our
selues,
26372498And on the ragged
stones beat forth our
soules,
An
of Titus Andronicus.
26382499And make a mutuall clo
sure of our hou
se,
26392500Speake Romans
speake, and if you
say wee Shall,
26402501Lo hand in hand L
ucius and I will fall.
26412502Emillius. Come come thou reuerent man of Rome,
26422503And bring our Emperour gently in thy hand,
26432504Lucius our Emperour for well I know,
26442505The common voice doe cry it
shall be
so.
26452506Marcus. Lucius, all haile Romes royall Emperour.
26462507Goe goe into old T
itus sorrowfull hou
se,
26472508And hither hale that misbelieuing
Moore,
26482509To be adiudge
some dyrefull
slaughtring death,
26492510As puni
shment for his mo
st wicked life.
26502511L
ucius all haile Romes gratious gouernour.
26512512Lucius. Thankes gentle Romanes may I gouerne
so,
26522513To heale Romes harmes, and wipe away her woe,
26532514But gentle people giue me ayme a while,
26542515For nature puts me to a heauie ta
ske,
26552516Stand all aloofe but vnckle draw you neare,
26562517To
shed ob
sequious teares vpon this trunke,
+
26572518Oh take this warme ki
sse on thy pale cold lips,
26582519The
se
sorrowfull drops vpon thy blood
slaine face,
26592520The la
st true duties of thy noble
sonne.
26602521Marcus. Teare for teare, and louing ki
sse for ki
sse,
26612522Thy brother
Marcus tenders on thy lips,
26622523Oh were the
summe of the
se that I
should pay,
26632524Countle
sse and in
finite, yet would I pay them.
26642525Lucius. Come hither boy come, come and learne of vs
26652526To melt in
showers, thy Grand
sire lou'd thee well,
26662527Many a time hee daun
st thee on his knee,
26672528Song thee a
sleepe his louing bre
st thy pillow,
26682529Many a
storie hath he told to thee,
26692530And bid thee bare his prettie tales in minde,
26702531And talke of them when he was dead and gone.
26712532Marcus. How manie thou
sand times hath the
se poore(lips,
26722533When they were liuing warmd them
selues on thine,
26732534Oh now
sweete boy giue them their late
st ki
sse,
Bid
The most Lamentable Tragedie
26742535Bid him farewell commit him to the graue,
26752536Doe them that kindnes and take leaue of them.
26762537Puer. Oh Grand
sire, Grand
sire, eu'n with all my hart,
26772538Would I were dead
so you did liue againe,
26782539O Lord I cannot
speake to him for weeping,
26792540My teares will choacke me if I ope my mouth.
26802541Romane. You
sad
Andronicie haue done with woes,
26812542Giue
sentence on this execrable wretch,
26822543That hath bin breeder of the
se dyre euents.
26832544Lucius. Set him bre
st deepe in earth and fami
sh him,
26842545There let him
stand and raue and crie for foode.
26852546If
anyone releeues or pitties him,
26862547For the o
ffence he dies, this is our doome,
26872548Some
stay to
see him fa
stned in the earth.
26882549Aron. Ah why
should wrath be mute and furie dumb,
26892550I am no babie I, that with ba
se prayers
26902551I
should repent the euils I haue done,
26912552Ten thou
sand wor
se than euer yet I did
26922553Would I performe if I might haue my will,
26932554If one good deed in all my life I did
26942555I doe repent it from my verie
soule.
26952556Lu. Some louing friends conuay the Emperour hence,
26962557And giue him buriall in his fathers graue,
26972558My Father and L
auinia shall forthwith,
26982559Be clo
sed in our hou
sholds monument,
26992560As for that rauinous tiger T
amora,
27002561No funerall right, nor man in mourning weede,
27012562No mournefull bell
shall ring her buriall
27022563But throw her forth to bea
sts and birds to pray,
27032564Her life was bea
stlie and deuoide of pittie,
27042565And being dead let birds on her take pittie.
27092567Finis the Tragedie of Titus Andronicus.