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Feast at my House, and he shall Feast with them;
This do thou for my love, and so let him,
As he regards his aged Father's Life.

Mar. This will I do, and foon return again. (Exit.

Tum, Now will I hence about thy Bufiness,
Ard take my Ministers along with me.

Tit. Nay, nay, let Rape and Murder stay with me,
Or else I'll call my Brother back again,
And cleave to no Revenge but Lucius.

Tam. What say you, Boys, will you abide with him,
Whiles I go tell my Lord, the Emperor,
How I have governd our determined just?
Yield to his humour, smooth and speak him fair,
And tarry with him 'till I turn again.

Tit. I know them all, cho' they fuppose me mad,
And will o'er-reach them in their own Devises,
A pair of cursed Hell-hounds and their Dam. [-Afide.

Dem. Madam, depart at pleasure, leave us here.

Tam. Farewel, Andronicus, Revenge now goes
To lay a Complot to betray thy Foes. [Exit Tamora.

Tit. I know thou dost, and sweet Revenge farewel.
Chi. Tellus, Old Man, how shall we be employ'd?

Tit. Tut, I have work enough for you to do,
Publius, come hither, Caius and Valentine.

Enter Publius and Servants.
Pub. What is your will?
Tit. Know ye these two?

Pub. The Empress Sons
I take them, Chiron, Demetrius.

Tit. Fie, Publius, fie, thou art too much deceivid,
The one is Murder, Rape is the other's Name ;
And therefore bind tbem, gentle Publius,
Caius and Valentine, lay hands on them,
Oft have you heard me wish for such an hour,
And now I find it, therefore bind them sure. [Exit Titus.

Chi. Villains, forbear, we are the Empress' Sons.

Pub. And therefore dowe what we are commanded. Stop close their Mouths; let them not speak a Word. Is he fure bound ? look that ye bind them fast. Enter Titus Andronicus with a Knife, and Lavinia with a Bafon. Tit. Come, come, Lavinia, look, thy Foes are bound ;



Vol. IV,

Sirs, stop their Mouchs, let them not speak to me,
But let them hear what fearful Words I utter.
Oh Villains, Chiron and Demetrius!
Here stands the Spring whom you have stain'd with Mid,
This goodly Summer with your Winter mixt:
You killid her Husband, and for that vile Fault,
Two of her Brothers were condemnd to Death,
My Hand cut off, and made a merry jest,
Both her sweet Hands, her Tongue, and that more dear
Than Hands or Tongue, her spotless Chastity,
Inhuman Traitors, you conftrain’d and forc'd.
What would you say if I fould let you speak?
Villains ! for shame you could not beg for Grace.
Hark, Wretches, how I mean to Martyr you
This one Hand yet is left to cut your Throats,
Whilst that Lavinia 'twixt her Stumps doth hold
The Bason that receives your guilty Blood.
You know your Mother means to feast with me,
And calls her self Revenge, and thinks me mad.
Hark, Villains; I will grind your Bones to Duft,
And with your Blood and it, I'll make a Paste,
And of the Paste a Coffin will I rear,
And make two Pasties of your shameful Heads,
And bid that Strumpet, your uphallowed Dam,
Like to the Earth, swallow her own Increase.
This is the Feast that I have bid her to,
And this the Banquet she shall surfeit on;
For worse than Philomel you us'd my Daughter,
And worse than Progne, I will be revengid,

I And now prepare your Throats : Lavinia, come, [He cuts their Throats, and Lavinia receives the

Blood in a Bafon. Receive the Blood, and when that they are dead Let me go grind their Bones to Powder small, And with this hateful Liquor temper it; And in that Paste let their wild Heads be bak’d. Come, come, be every one officious To make this Banquet, which I wish might prove More stern and bloody than the Centaurs Feast. So, now bring them in, for I'll play the Cook, And see them ready 'gainst the Mother comes. [Exeunt.





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Enter Lucius, Marcus, and Goths with Aaron Prisoner.

Luc. Uncle Marcus, since tis my Father's mind
That I repair to Rome, I am content.

Goth. And ours with thine, befal what Fortune will.

Luc. Good Uncle, take you in this barbarous Moor,
This ravenous Tiger, this accursed Devil,
Let him receive no Sustenance, fetter him,
'rill he be brought unto the Emperor's Face,
For Testimony of these foul proceedings,
And see the Ambush of our Friends be strong,
I fear the Emperor means no good to us.

Aar. Some Devil whisper Curses in my Ear,
And prompt me, that my Tongue may utter forth
The venemous Malice of my swelling Heart.'
Luc.A way, inhuman Dog, untallowed Slave,

[Exeunt Goths with Aaron.
Sirs, help our Uncle, to convey him in. Flourish.
The Trumpets Thew the Emperor is at hand.
Sound Trumpets. Enter Emperor and Emprefs, with Tri-

bunes and others.
Sat. What, hath the Firmament more Suns than one?
Luc. What boots it thee to call thy self a Sun?

Mar. Rome's Emperor and Nephew break the Parley,
These Quarrels must be quietly Debated :
The Feast is ready, which the careful Titus
Hath ordained to an honourable end,
For Peace, for Love, for League, and good to Rome :
Please you therefore draw nigh and take your places.
Sat, Marcus, we will.

ATable brought in. Enter Titus like a Cook, placing the Meat

on the Table, and Lavinia with a Veil over her face.
Titus. Welcome, my gracious Lord,
Welcome, Dread Queen,
Welcome, ye Warlike Goths, welcome Lucius,
And welcome all; although the Cheer be poor,
'Twill fill your Stomachs, please you eat of it.

Sa. Why art thou thus attir'd, Andronicus ?

Tit. Because I would be sure to have all well,
To entertain your Highness, and your Empress.

Tam. We are beholding to you, good Andronicus,
Tit. And if your Highness knew my Heart, you were;

My Lord, the Emperor, resolve me this?


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Was it well done of rash Virginius,
To slay his Daughter with his owo Right-Hand,
Because she was enforc'd, stain'd, and deflour'd?

Sat. It was, Andronicus.
Tit. Your Reason, mighty Lord ?

Sat. Because the Girl should not survive her Shame,
And by her Presence still renew his Sorrows.

Tit. A Reason mighty, strong, and effe&ual, A Pattern, President and lively Warrant, For me, most wretched, to perform the like: Die, die, Lavinia, and thy Shime with thee, And with thy Shame thy Father's Sorrow die. [He kills her,

Sat. What hast thou done, unnatural and unkind?

Tit. Killd her for whom my Tears have made me blind. I am as woful as Virginius was, And have a thousand times more Cause than he.

Sat. What, was she ravish'd ? tell, who did the Deed?

Tit. Will't please you eat, Will't please your Highness feed?

Tam. Why halt thou slain thine only Daughter thus?

Tit. Not I, 'twas Chiron and Demetrius.
They ravislı'd her, and cut away her Tongue,
And they, 'twas they, that did her all this Wrong.

Sat, Ġo fetch them hither to us presently,
Tit. Why there they are both, baked in that Pye,
Whereof their Mother daintily hath fed,
Eating the Flesh that the her self hath bred.
?Tis true, 'tis true, witness my Knife's sharp Point.

[He stabs the Empresso Sar. Die, frantick Wretch, for this accurled Deed.

[He stabs Titus Ls. Can the Son's Eyes behold his Father bleed? There's meed for meed, Death for a deadly Died.

[Lucius stabs the Emperor. Mar. You sad-fac'd Men, People and Sons of Rome, By uprore sever'd, like a flight of Fowl, Scatter'd by Winds and high tempistuous Guits, Oh let me teach you, how to knit again This scatter'd Coro into one mutual Sheaf, briken Limbs again into one Body.

Goth. Let Romo her self be bane unto her fels, And the whom mighty Kingdoms curtsie to, Like



Like a forlorn and desperate Caft-away,
Do shameful Execution on her self.

Mar. But if my frosty signs and chaps of Age,
Grave Witnesses of true Experience,
Cannot induce you to attend my Words,
Speak, Rome's dear Friend; as erst our Ancestor, [To Lucius.

When with his solemn Tongue he did discourse
To Love-lick Dido's sad attending Ear,
The Story of that baleful burning Night,
When subtile Greeks surpriz'd King Priam's Troy:
Tell us what Sinon hath bewitch'd our Ears, i
Or who hath brought the fatal Engine in,
That gives our Troy, our Rome the civil wound.
My Heart is not compact of Flint nor Steel;
Nor can I utter all our bitter Grief,
Bur floods of Tears will drou n my Oratory,
And break my very utterance; even in the time
When it should move you to attend me most,
Lending your kind Hand, Commiseration. .
Here is a Caprain, let him tell the Tale,
Your Hearts will throb and weep to hear him speak.

Luc. This Noble Auditory, be it known to you,
That cursed Chiron and Demetrius,
Were they that Murdered our Emperor's Brother;
And they it were that ravished our Sifter :
For their fell faults our Brothers were Beheaded,
Our Father's Tears despis’d, and basely cozen'd
Of that true Hand, that fought Rome's Quarrel out,
And sent her Enemies into the Grave.
Lastly, my self unkindly Banished,
The Gates shut on me, and turn'd weeping out,
To beg relief among Rome's Enemies,
Who drown'd their enmity in my true Tears,
And op'd their Arms to embrace me as a Friend :
And I am turn'd forth, be it known to you,
That have preserv'd her welfare in my Blood,
And from her Bosom took the Enemy's point,
Sheathing the Steel in my adventrous Body.
Alas, you know I am no Vaunter, I,
My Scars can witness, dumb although they are,
That my Report is just, and full of Truth:



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