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O, handle not the theme, to talk of hands ;
ments : Make my aunt merry with some pleasing tale.
Marc. Alas, the tender boy, in passion mov'd, Doth weep to see his grandsire's heaviness. Tit. Peace, tender sapling; thou art made of
tears, And tears will quickly melt thy life away,
(MARCUS strikes the Dish with a knife. What dost thou strike at, Marcus, with thy knife ?
Marc. At that that I have kill'd, my lord; a fly.
Tit. Out on thee, murderer ! thou kill’st my heart; Mine eyes are cloy'd with view of tyranny: A deed of death, done on the innocent, Becomes not Titus' brother: Get thee gone; I see, thou art not for my company.
Marc. Alas, my lord, I have but kill'd a fly.
Tit. But how, if that fly had a father and mother? How would he hang his slender gilded wings,
6 An allusion to brewing.
And buz lamenting doings in the air ?
him. Marc. Pardon me, sir; 'twas a black ill-favour'd
fly, Like to the empress' Moor; therefore I kill'd him.
Tit. 0, 0, 0, Then pardon me for reprehending thee, For thou hast done a charitable deed. Give me thy knife, I will insult on him; Flattering myself, as if it were the Moor, Come hither purposely to poison me.There's for thyself, and that's for Tamora. Ah, sirrah ! Yet I do think we are not brought so low, But that, between us, we can kill a fy, That comes in likeness of a coal-black Moor. Marc. Alas, poor man! grief has so wrought on
him, He takes false shadows for true substances.
Tit. Come, take away.- Lavinia, go with me: I'll to thy closet ; and go read with thee Sad stories, chanced in the times of old. Come, boy, and go with me; thy sight is young, And thou shalt read, when mine begins to dazzle.
8 This was formerly not a disrespectful expression.
ACT THE FOURTH.
Before Titus's House.
Enter Titus and MARCUS. Then enter Young
Lucius, LAVINIA running after him. Boy. Help, grandsire, help! my aunt Lavinia Follows me every where, I know not why :Good uncle Marcus, see how swift she comes ! Alas, sweet aunt, I know not what you mean. Marc. Stand by me, Lucius; do not fear thine
aunt. Tit. She loves thee, boy, too well to do thee
harm. Boy. Ay, when my father was in Rome, she did. Marc. What means my niece Lavinia by these
signs ? Tit. Fear her not, Lucius : Somewhat doth she
See, Lucius, see, how much she makes of thee:
thus ? Boy. My lord, I know not, I, nor can I
guess, Unless some fit or frenzy do possess For I have heard my grandsire say full oft, Extremity of griefs would make men mad And I have read that Hecuba of Troy
Ran mad through sorrow : That made me to fear
; Although, my lord, I know, my noble aunt Loves me as dear as e'er my mother did, "And would not, but in fury, fright my youth: Which made me down to throw my books, and fly; Causeless, perhaps : But pardon me, sweet aunt: And, madam, if my uncle Marcus go, I will most willingly attend your ladyship. Marc. Lucius, I will. [LAVINIA turns over the Books which Lucius has
than one Confederate in the fact :- Ay, more there was :Or else to heaven she heaves them for revenge.
Tit. Lucius, what book is that she tosseth so?
For love of her that's gone, Perhaps she cull'd it from among the rest.
Tit. Soft! see, how busily she turns the leaves ! Help her: What would she find? - Lavinia, shall I read ? This is the tragick tale of Philomel, And treats of Tereus' treason, and his rape; And
rape, I fear, was root of thine annoy. Marc. See, brother, see; note, how she quotes'
Tit. Lavinia, wert thou thus surpriz'd, sweet
Marc. O, why should nature build so foul a den,
by me. —
This sandy plot is plain; guide, if thou canst, This after me, when I have writ my name Without the help of any hand at all. [He writes his name with his Staff, and guides it
with his Feet and Mouth. Curs'd be that heart, that forc'd us to this shift! Write thou, good niece; and here display, at last, What Heaven will have discover'd for revenge: Heaven guide thy pen to print thy sorrows plain, That we may know the traitors, and the truth! [She takes the Staff in her Mouth, and guides it
with her Stumps, and writes. Tit. O, do you read, my lord, what she hath
writ? Stuprum — Chiron - Demetrius.