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See here, in bloody lines I have set down;
And what is written shall be executed.

Tam. Titus, I am come to talk with thee.

Tit. No; not a word: How can I grace my talk, Wanting a hand to give it action ? Thou hast the odds of me, therefore no more.

Tam. If thou didst know me, thou would'st talk

with me.

Tit. I am not mad; I know thee well enough: Witness this wretched stump, these crimson lines ; Witness these trenches, made by grief and care; Witness the tiring day, and heavy night;: Witness all sorrow, that I know thee well For our proud empress, mighty Tamora: Is not thy coming for my other hand ?

Tam. Know thou, sad man, I am not Tamora ; She is thy enemy, and I thy friend : I am Revenge; sent from the infernal kingdom, To ease the knawing vulture of thy mind, By working wreakful vengeance on thy foes. Come down, and welcome me to this world's light; Confer with me of murder and of death : There's not a hollow cave, or lurking-place, No vast obscurity, or misty vale, Where bloody murder, or detested rape, Can couch for fear, but I will find them out; And in their ears tell them my dreadful name, Revenge, which makes the foul offender quake. Tit. Art thou Revenge? and art thou sent to

me, To be a torment to mine enemies ?

Tam. I am; therefore come down, and welcome

me.

Tit. Do me some service, ere I come to thee. Lo, by thy side where Rape, and Murder, stands; Now give some 'surance that thou art Revenge, Stab them, or tear them on thy chariot wheels; And then I'll come, and be thy waggoner, And whirl along with thee about the globes.

me.

Provide thee proper palfries, black as jet,
To hale thy vengeful waggon swift away,
And find out murderers in their guilty caves :-
And, when thy car is loaden with their heads,
I will dismount, and by the waggon wheel
Trot, like a servile footman, all day long;
Even from Hyperion's rising in the east,
Until his

very

downfal in the sea. And day by day I'll do this heavy task, So thou destroy Rapine and Murder there.

Tam. These are my ministers, and come with, Tit. Are they thy ministers? what are they

call'd ? Tam. Rapine, and Murder ; therefore called so, 'Cause they take vengeance of such kind of men. Tit. Good heaven, how like the empress' sons

they are ! And you,

the empress ! But we worldly men Have miserable, mad, mistaking eyes. O sweet Revenge, now do I come to thee: And, if one arm's embracement will content thee, I will embrace thee in it by and by.

[Exit Titus, from above. Tam. This closing with him fits his lunacy: Whate'er I forge, to feed his brain-sick fits, Do you uphold and maintain in your speeches. For now he firmly takes me for Revenge; And, being credulous in this mad thought, I'll make him send for Lucius, his son; And, whilst I at a banquet hold him sure, I'll find some cunning practice out of hand, To scatter and disperse the giddy Goths, Or, at the least, make them his enemies. See, here he comes, and I must ply my theme.

Enter Titus.
Tit. Long have I been forlorn, and all for thee:
Welcome, dread fury, to my woful house;
Rapine, and Murder, you are welcome too:-
How like the empress and her sons you are!
Well are you fitted, had you but a Moor:-
Could not all hell afford you

such a devil ?
For, well I wot, the empress never wags,
But in her company there is a Moor;
And, would you represent our queen aright,
It were convenient you had such a devil :
But welcome, as you are.

What shall we do?
Tam. What would'st thou have us do, Andro-

nicus ? Dem. Show me a murderer, I'll deal with him.

Chi. Show me a villain, that hath done a rape, And I am sent to be reveng'd on him. Tam, Show me a thousand, that have done thee

wrong, And I will be revenged on them all. Tit. Look round about the wicked streets of

Rome; And when thou find'st a man that's like thyself, Good Murder, stab him; he's a murderer. Go thou with him; and when it is thy hap, To find another that is like to thee, Good Rapine, stab him ; he is a ravisher.Go thou with them; and in the emperor's court There is a queen, attended by a Moor ; Well may’st thou know her by thy own proportion, For up

and down she doth resemble thee; I pray thee, do on them some violent death, They have been violent to me and mine. Tam. Well hast thou lesson'd us; this shall we

do. But would it please thee, good Andronicus, To send for Lucius, thy thrice valiant son, Who leads towards Rome a band of warlike Goths,

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And bid him come and banquet at thy house :
When he is here, even at thy solemn feast,
I will bring in the empress and her sons,
The emperor himself, and all thy foes ;
And at thy mercy shall they stoop and kneel,
And on them shalt thou ease thy angry heart.
What
says

Andronicus to this device ?
Tit. Marcus, my brother ! -'tis sad Titus calls.

Enter MARCUS.

Go, gentle Marcus, to thy nephew Lucius ;
Thou shalt inquire him out among the Goths :
Bid him repair to me, and bring with him
Some of the chiefest princes of the Goths;
Bid him encamp his soldiers where they are :
'Tell him, the emperor and the empress too
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.
Marc. This will I do, and soon return again.

[Exit.
Tam. Now will I hence about thy business,
And 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. [To her Sons. What say you, boys ? will

you abide with him,
tell
my

lord the emperor,
How I have govern'd our determin'd jest ?
Yield to his humour, smooth and speak him fair,
And tarry with him, till I come again.

Tit. I know them all, though they suppose me

Whiles I go

mad;

And will o'er-reach them in their own devices.

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

Tam. Farewell, Andronicus: Revenge now goes To lay a complot to betray. thy foes.

[Exit TAMORA. Tit. I know, thou dost; and, sweet Revenge,

farewell. Chi. Tell us, old man, how shall we be employ'd ?

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

your will ?

Enter PUBLIUS, and Others.
Pubi What's
Tit.

Know you

these two ? Pub

Th'empress sons,
I take them, Chiron and Demetrius.
Tit. Fye, Publius fye! thou art too much dea

ceiv'd;
The one is Murder, Rape is the other's name:
And therefore bind them, 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; And stop their mouths, if they begin to cry. [Exit Titus. - Publius, &c. lay hold on Chi

RON and DeMETRIUS. Chi. Villains, forbear: we are the empress' sons. Pub. And therefore do we what we are com

mandedStop close their mouths, let them not speak a word: Is he sure bound ? look, that you bind them fast.

Re-enter Titus ANDRONICUS, with LAVINIA; she

bearing a Bason, and he a Knife. Tit. Come, come, Lavinia ; look, thy foes are

bound; Sirs, stop their mouths, let them not speak to me ; But let them hear what fearful words I utter.

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