Array ( [TITLE] => The Tragedy of Titus Andronicus [PERSONA] => Array ( [TITLE] => Introduction Actors [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => SATURNINUS, son to the late Emperor of Rome, and afterwards declared Emperor. [1] => BASSIANUS, brother to Saturninus; in love with Lavinia. [2] => TITUS ANDRONICUS, a noble Roman, general against the Goths. [3] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS, tribune of the people, and brother to Titus. [4] => Young LUCIUS, a boy, son to Lucius. [5] => PUBLIUS, son to Marcus the Tribune. [6] => AEMILIUS, a noble Roman. [7] => AARON, a Moor, beloved by Tamora. [8] => A Captain, Tribune, Messenger, and Clown; Romans. [9] => Goths and Romans. [10] => TAMORA, Queen of the Goths. [11] => LAVINIA, daughter of Titus Andronicus. [12] => A Nurse. [13] => Senators, Tribunes, Officers, Soldiers, anAttendants. ) [ACTORS] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => LUCIUS [1] => QUINTUS [2] => MARTIUS [3] => MUTIUS ) [GRPDESCR] => sons to Titus Andronicus. ) [1] => Array ( [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => SEMPRONIUS [1] => CAIUS [2] => VALENTINE ) [GRPDESCR] => kinsmen to Titus. ) [2] => Array ( [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => ALARBUS [1] => DEMETRIUS [2] => CHIRON ) [GRPDESCR] => sons to Tamora. ) ) ) [SCNDESCR] => SCENE Rome, and the country near it. [PLAYSUBT] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [ACT] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT I [SCENE] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. Rome. Before the Capitol. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => The Tomb of the ANDRONICI appearing; the Tribunes and Senators aloft. Enter, below, from one side, SATURNINUS and his Followers; and, from the other side, BASSIANUS and his Followers; with drum and colours [1] => Enter MARCUS ANDRONICUS, aloft, with the crown [2] => Exeunt the followers of BASSIANUS [3] => Flourish. SATURNINUS and BASSIANUS go up into the Capitol [4] => Enter a Captain [5] => Drums and trumpets sounded. Enter MARTIUS and MUTIUS; After them, two Men bearing a coffin covered with black; then LUCIUS and QUINTUS. After them, TITUS ANDRONICUS; and then TAMORA, with ALARBUS, DEMETRIUS, CHIRON, AARON, and other Goths, prisoners; Soldiers and people following. The Bearers set down the coffin, and TITUS speaks [6] => Exeunt LUCIUS, QUINTUS, MARTIUS, and MUTIUS, with ALARBUS [7] => Re-enter LUCIUS, QUINTUS, MARTIUS and MUTIUS, with their swords bloody [8] => Enter LAVINIA [9] => Enter, below, MARCUS ANDRONICUS and Tribunes; re-enter SATURNINUS and BASSIANUS, attended [10] => A long flourish till they come down [11] => Flourish. SATURNINUS courts TAMORA in dumb show [12] => Seizing LAVINIA [13] => Exeunt BASSIANUS and MARCUS with LAVINIA [14] => Exeunt LUCIUS, QUINTUS, and MARTIUS [15] => Stabbing MUTIUS [16] => During the fray, SATURNINUS, TAMORA, DEMETRIUS, CHIRON and AARON go out and re-enter, above [17] => Re-enter LUCIUS [18] => Exit [19] => Exeunt all but TITUS [20] => Re-enter MARCUS, LUCIUS, QUINTUS, and MARTIUS [21] => MARCUS and the Sons of TITUS kneel [22] => MUTIUS is put into the tomb [23] => Flourish. Re-enter, from one side, SATURNINUS attended, TAMORA, DEMETRIUS, CHIRON and AARON; from the other, BASSIANUS, LAVINIA, and others [24] => Flourish. Exeunt ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SATURNINUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Noble patricians, patrons of my right, [1] => Defend the justice of my cause with arms, [2] => And, countrymen, my loving followers, [3] => Plead my successive title with your swords: [4] => I am his first-born son, that was the last [5] => That wore the imperial diadem of Rome; [6] => Then let my father's honours live in me, [7] => Nor wrong mine age with this indignity. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASSIANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Romans, friends, followers, favorers of my right, [1] => If ever Bassianus, Caesar's son, [2] => Were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome, [3] => Keep then this passage to the Capitol [4] => And suffer not dishonour to approach [5] => The imperial seat, to virtue consecrate, [6] => To justice, continence and nobility; [7] => But let desert in pure election shine, [8] => And, Romans, fight for freedom in your choice. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Princes, that strive by factions and by friends [1] => Ambitiously for rule and empery, [2] => Know that the people of Rome, for whom we stand [3] => A special party, have, by common voice, [4] => In election for the Roman empery, [5] => Chosen Andronicus, surnamed Pius [6] => For many good and great deserts to Rome: [7] => A nobler man, a braver warrior, [8] => Lives not this day within the city walls: [9] => He by the senate is accit'd home [10] => From weary wars against the barbarous Goths; [11] => That, with his sons, a terror to our foes, [12] => Hath yoked a nation strong, train'd up in arms. [13] => Ten years are spent since first he undertook [14] => This cause of Rome and chastised with arms [15] => Our enemies' pride: five times he hath return'd [16] => Bleeding to Rome, bearing his valiant sons [17] => In coffins from the field; [18] => And now at last, laden with horror's spoils, [19] => Returns the good Andronicus to Rome, [20] => Renowned Titus, flourishing in arms. [21] => Let us entreat, by honour of his name, [22] => Whom worthily you would have now succeed. [23] => And in the Capitol and senate's right, [24] => Whom you pretend to honour and adore, [25] => That you withdraw you and abate your strength; [26] => Dismiss your followers and, as suitors should, [27] => Plead your deserts in peace and humbleness. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SATURNINUS [LINE] => How fair the tribune speaks to calm my thoughts! ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASSIANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Marcus Andronicus, so I do ally [1] => In thy uprightness and integrity, [2] => And so I love and honour thee and thine, [3] => Thy noble brother Titus and his sons, [4] => And her to whom my thoughts are humbled all, [5] => Gracious Lavinia, Rome's rich ornament, [6] => That I will here dismiss my loving friends, [7] => And to my fortunes and the people's favor [8] => Commit my cause in balance to be weigh'd. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SATURNINUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Friends, that have been thus forward in my right, [1] => I thank you all and here dismiss you all, [2] => And to the love and favor of my country [3] => Commit myself, my person and the cause. [4] => Rome, be as just and gracious unto me [5] => As I am confident and kind to thee. [6] => Open the gates, and let me in. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exeunt the followers of SATURNINUS ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASSIANUS [LINE] => Tribunes, and me, a poor competitor. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Captain [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Romans, make way: the good Andronicus. [1] => Patron of virtue, Rome's best champion, [2] => Successful in the battles that he fights, [3] => With honour and with fortune is return'd [4] => From where he circumscribed with his sword, [5] => And brought to yoke, the enemies of Rome. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning weeds! [1] => Lo, as the bark, that hath discharged her fraught, [2] => Returns with precious jading to the bay [3] => From whence at first she weigh'd her anchorage, [4] => Cometh Andronicus, bound with laurel boughs, [5] => To re-salute his country with his tears, [6] => Tears of true joy for his return to Rome. [7] => Thou great defender of this Capitol, [8] => Stand gracious to the rites that we intend! [9] => Romans, of five and twenty valiant sons, [10] => Half of the number that King Priam had, [11] => Behold the poor remains, alive and dead! [12] => These that survive let Rome reward with love; [13] => These that I bring unto their latest home, [14] => With burial amongst their ancestors: [15] => Here Goths have given me leave to sheathe my sword. [16] => Titus, unkind and careless of thine own, [17] => Why suffer'st thou thy sons, unburied yet, [18] => To hover on the dreadful shore of Styx? [19] => Make way to lay them by their brethren. [20] => There greet in silence, as the dead are wont, [21] => And sleep in peace, slain in your country's wars! [22] => O sacred receptacle of my joys, [23] => Sweet cell of virtue and nobility, [24] => How many sons of mine hast thou in store, [25] => That thou wilt never render to me more! ) [STAGEDIR] => The tomb is opened ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Give us the proudest prisoner of the Goths, [1] => That we may hew his limbs, and on a pile [2] => Ad manes fratrum sacrifice his flesh, [3] => Before this earthy prison of their bones; [4] => That so the shadows be not unappeased, [5] => Nor we disturb'd with prodigies on earth. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I give him you, the noblest that survives, [1] => The eldest son of this distressed queen. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TAMORA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Stay, Roman brethren! Gracious conqueror, [1] => Victorious Titus, rue the tears I shed, [2] => A mother's tears in passion for her son: [3] => And if thy sons were ever dear to thee, [4] => O, think my son to be as dear to me! [5] => Sufficeth not that we are brought to Rome, [6] => To beautify thy triumphs and return, [7] => Captive to thee and to thy Roman yoke, [8] => But must my sons be slaughter'd in the streets, [9] => For valiant doings in their country's cause? [10] => O, if to fight for king and commonweal [11] => Were piety in thine, it is in these. [12] => Andronicus, stain not thy tomb with blood: [13] => Wilt thou draw near the nature of the gods? [14] => Draw near them then in being merciful: [15] => Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge: [16] => Thrice noble Titus, spare my first-born son. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Patient yourself, madam, and pardon me. [1] => These are their brethren, whom you Goths beheld [2] => Alive and dead, and for their brethren slain [3] => Religiously they ask a sacrifice: [4] => To this your son is mark'd, and die he must, [5] => To appease their groaning shadows that are gone. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Away with him! and make a fire straight; [1] => And with our swords, upon a pile of wood, [2] => Let's hew his limbs till they be clean consumed. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TAMORA [LINE] => O cruel, irreligious piety! ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHIRON [LINE] => Was ever Scythia half so barbarous? ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Oppose not Scythia to ambitious Rome. [1] => Alarbus goes to rest; and we survive [2] => To tremble under Titus' threatening looks. [3] => Then, madam, stand resolved, but hope withal [4] => The self-same gods that arm'd the Queen of Troy [5] => With opportunity of sharp revenge [6] => Upon the Thracian tyrant in his tent, [7] => May favor Tamora, the Queen of Goths-- [8] => When Goths were Goths and Tamora was queen-- [9] => To quit the bloody wrongs upon her foes. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => See, lord and father, how we have perform'd [1] => Our Roman rites: Alarbus' limbs are lopp'd, [2] => And entrails feed the sacrificing fire, [3] => Whose smoke, like incense, doth perfume the sky. [4] => Remaineth nought, but to inter our brethren, [5] => And with loud 'larums welcome them to Rome. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let it be so; and let Andronicus [1] => Make this his latest farewell to their souls. [2] => In peace and honour rest you here, my sons; [3] => Rome's readiest champions, repose you here in rest, [4] => Secure from worldly chances and mishaps! [5] => Here lurks no treason, here no envy swells, [6] => Here grow no damned grudges; here are no storms, [7] => No noise, but silence and eternal sleep: [8] => In peace and honour rest you here, my sons! ) [STAGEDIR] => Trumpets sounded, and the coffin laid in the tomb ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LAVINIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => In peace and honour live Lord Titus long; [1] => My noble lord and father, live in fame! [2] => Lo, at this tomb my tributary tears [3] => I render, for my brethren's obsequies; [4] => And at thy feet I kneel, with tears of joy, [5] => Shed on the earth, for thy return to Rome: [6] => O, bless me here with thy victorious hand, [7] => Whose fortunes Rome's best citizens applaud! ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Kind Rome, that hast thus lovingly reserved [1] => The cordial of mine age to glad my heart! [2] => Lavinia, live; outlive thy father's days, [3] => And fame's eternal date, for virtue's praise! ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Long live Lord Titus, my beloved brother, [1] => Gracious triumpher in the eyes of Rome! ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Thanks, gentle tribune, noble brother Marcus. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And welcome, nephews, from successful wars, [1] => You that survive, and you that sleep in fame! [2] => Fair lords, your fortunes are alike in all, [3] => That in your country's service drew your swords: [4] => But safer triumph is this funeral pomp, [5] => That hath aspired to Solon's happiness [6] => And triumphs over chance in honour's bed. [7] => Titus Andronicus, the people of Rome, [8] => Whose friend in justice thou hast ever been, [9] => Send thee by me, their tribune and their trust, [10] => This palliament of white and spotless hue; [11] => And name thee in election for the empire, [12] => With these our late-deceased emperor's sons: [13] => Be candidatus then, and put it on, [14] => And help to set a head on headless Rome. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A better head her glorious body fits [1] => Than his that shakes for age and feebleness: [2] => What should I don this robe, and trouble you? [3] => Be chosen with proclamations to-day, [4] => To-morrow yield up rule, resign my life, [5] => And set abroad new business for you all? [6] => Rome, I have been thy soldier forty years, [7] => And led my country's strength successfully, [8] => And buried one and twenty valiant sons, [9] => Knighted in field, slain manfully in arms, [10] => In right and service of their noble country [11] => Give me a staff of honour for mine age, [12] => But not a sceptre to control the world: [13] => Upright he held it, lords, that held it last. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Titus, thou shalt obtain and ask the empery. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SATURNINUS [LINE] => Proud and ambitious tribune, canst thou tell? ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Patience, Prince Saturninus. ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SATURNINUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Romans, do me right: [1] => Patricians, draw your swords: and sheathe them not [2] => Till Saturninus be Rome's emperor. [3] => Andronicus, would thou wert shipp'd to hell, [4] => Rather than rob me of the people's hearts! ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Proud Saturnine, interrupter of the good [1] => That noble-minded Titus means to thee! ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Content thee, prince; I will restore to thee [1] => The people's hearts, and wean them from themselves. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASSIANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Andronicus, I do not flatter thee, [1] => But honour thee, and will do till I die: [2] => My faction if thou strengthen with thy friends, [3] => I will most thankful be; and thanks to men [4] => Of noble minds is honourable meed. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => People of Rome, and people's tribunes here, [1] => I ask your voices and your suffrages: [2] => Will you bestow them friendly on Andronicus? ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Tribunes [LINE] => Array ( [0] => To gratify the good Andronicus, [1] => And gratulate his safe return to Rome, [2] => The people will accept whom he admits. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Tribunes, I thank you: and this suit I make, [1] => That you create your emperor's eldest son, [2] => Lord Saturnine; whose virtues will, I hope, [3] => Reflect on Rome as Titan's rays on earth, [4] => And ripen justice in this commonweal: [5] => Then, if you will elect by my advice, [6] => Crown him and say 'Long live our emperor!' ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => With voices and applause of every sort, [1] => Patricians and plebeians, we create [2] => Lord Saturninus Rome's great emperor, [3] => And say 'Long live our Emperor Saturnine!' ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SATURNINUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Titus Andronicus, for thy favors done [1] => To us in our election this day, [2] => I give thee thanks in part of thy deserts, [3] => And will with deeds requite thy gentleness: [4] => And, for an onset, Titus, to advance [5] => Thy name and honourable family, [6] => Lavinia will I make my empress, [7] => Rome's royal mistress, mistress of my heart, [8] => And in the sacred Pantheon her espouse: [9] => Tell me, Andronicus, doth this motion please thee? ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It doth, my worthy lord; and in this match [1] => I hold me highly honour'd of your grace: [2] => And here in sight of Rome to Saturnine, [3] => King and commander of our commonweal, [4] => The wide world's emperor, do I consecrate [5] => My sword, my chariot and my prisoners; [6] => Presents well worthy Rome's imperial lord: [7] => Receive them then, the tribute that I owe, [8] => Mine honour's ensigns humbled at thy feet. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SATURNINUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thanks, noble Titus, father of my life! [1] => How proud I am of thee and of thy gifts [2] => Rome shall record, and when I do forget [3] => The least of these unspeakable deserts, [4] => Romans, forget your fealty to me. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => To TAMORA ) [1] => an emperor; [2] => To him that, for your honour and your state, [3] => Will use you nobly and your followers. ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SATURNINUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A goodly lady, trust me; of the hue [1] => That I would choose, were I to choose anew. [2] => Clear up, fair queen, that cloudy countenance: [3] => Though chance of war hath wrought this change of cheer, [4] => Thou comest not to be made a scorn in Rome: [5] => Princely shall be thy usage every way. [6] => Rest on my word, and let not discontent [7] => Daunt all your hopes: madam, he comforts you [8] => Can make you greater than the Queen of Goths. [9] => Lavinia, you are not displeased with this? ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LAVINIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not I, my lord; sith true nobility [1] => Warrants these words in princely courtesy. ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SATURNINUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thanks, sweet Lavinia. Romans, let us go; [1] => Ransomless here we set our prisoners free: [2] => Proclaim our honours, lords, with trump and drum. ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASSIANUS [LINE] => Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is mine. ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => How, sir! are you in earnest then, my lord? ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASSIANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, noble Titus; and resolved withal [1] => To do myself this reason and this right. ) ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Suum cuique' is our Roman justice: [1] => This prince in justice seizeth but his own. ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => And that he will, and shall, if Lucius live. ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Traitors, avaunt! Where is the emperor's guard? [1] => Treason, my lord! Lavinia is surprised! ) ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SATURNINUS [LINE] => Surprised! by whom? ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASSIANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By him that justly may [1] => Bear his betroth'd from all the world away. ) ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MUTIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Brothers, help to convey her hence away, [1] => And with my sword I'll keep this door safe. ) ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Follow, my lord, and I'll soon bring her back. ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MUTIUS [LINE] => My lord, you pass not here. ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What, villain boy! [1] => Barr'st me my way in Rome? ) ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MUTIUS [LINE] => Help, Lucius, help! [STAGEDIR] => Dies ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, you are unjust, and, more than so, [1] => In wrongful quarrel you have slain your son. ) ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nor thou, nor he, are any sons of mine; [1] => My sons would never so dishonour me: [2] => Traitor, restore Lavinia to the emperor. ) ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Dead, if you will; but not to be his wife, [1] => That is another's lawful promised love. ) ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SATURNINUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, Titus, no; the emperor needs her not, [1] => Nor her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock: [2] => I'll trust, by leisure, him that mocks me once; [3] => Thee never, nor thy traitorous haughty sons, [4] => Confederates all thus to dishonour me. [5] => Was there none else in Rome to make a stale, [6] => But Saturnine? Full well, Andronicus, [7] => Agree these deeds with that proud brag of thine, [8] => That said'st I begg'd the empire at thy hands. ) ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => O monstrous! what reproachful words are these? ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SATURNINUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But go thy ways; go, give that changing piece [1] => To him that flourish'd for her with his sword [2] => A valiant son-in-law thou shalt enjoy; [3] => One fit to bandy with thy lawless sons, [4] => To ruffle in the commonwealth of Rome. ) ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => These words are razors to my wounded heart. ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SATURNINUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And therefore, lovely Tamora, queen of Goths, [1] => That like the stately Phoebe 'mongst her nymphs [2] => Dost overshine the gallant'st dames of Rome, [3] => If thou be pleased with this my sudden choice, [4] => Behold, I choose thee, Tamora, for my bride, [5] => And will create thee empress of Rome, [6] => Speak, Queen of Goths, dost thou applaud my choice? [7] => And here I swear by all the Roman gods, [8] => Sith priest and holy water are so near [9] => And tapers burn so bright and every thing [10] => In readiness for Hymenaeus stand, [11] => I will not re-salute the streets of Rome, [12] => Or climb my palace, till from forth this place [13] => I lead espoused my bride along with me. ) ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TAMORA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And here, in sight of heaven, to Rome I swear, [1] => If Saturnine advance the Queen of Goths, [2] => She will a handmaid be to his desires, [3] => A loving nurse, a mother to his youth. ) ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SATURNINUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ascend, fair queen, Pantheon. Lords, accompany [1] => Your noble emperor and his lovely bride, [2] => Sent by the heavens for Prince Saturnine, [3] => Whose wisdom hath her fortune conquered: [4] => There shall we consummate our spousal rites. ) ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am not bid to wait upon this bride. [1] => Titus, when wert thou wont to walk alone, [2] => Dishonour'd thus, and challenged of wrongs? ) ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O Titus, see, O, see what thou hast done! [1] => In a bad quarrel slain a virtuous son. ) ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, foolish tribune, no; no son of mine, [1] => Nor thou, nor these, confederates in the deed [2] => That hath dishonour'd all our family; [3] => Unworthy brother, and unworthy sons! ) ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But let us give him burial, as becomes; [1] => Give Mutius burial with our brethren. ) ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Traitors, away! he rests not in this tomb: [1] => This monument five hundred years hath stood, [2] => Which I have sumptuously re-edified: [3] => Here none but soldiers and Rome's servitors [4] => Repose in fame; none basely slain in brawls: [5] => Bury him where you can; he comes not here. ) ) [71] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, this is impiety in you: [1] => My nephew Mutius' deeds do plead for him [2] => He must be buried with his brethren. ) ) [72] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Array ( [0] => QUINTUS [1] => MARTIUS ) [LINE] => And shall, or him we will accompany. ) [73] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'And shall!' what villain was it that spake [1] => that word? ) ) [74] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUINTUS [LINE] => He that would vouch it in any place but here. ) [75] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => What, would you bury him in my despite? ) [76] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, noble Titus, but entreat of thee [1] => To pardon Mutius and to bury him. ) ) [77] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Marcus, even thou hast struck upon my crest, [1] => And, with these boys, mine honour thou hast wounded: [2] => My foes I do repute you every one; [3] => So, trouble me no more, but get you gone. ) ) [78] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARTIUS [LINE] => He is not with himself; let us withdraw. ) [79] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUINTUS [LINE] => Not I, till Mutius' bones be buried. ) [80] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Brother, for in that name doth nature plead,-- ) [81] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUINTUS [LINE] => Father, and in that name doth nature speak,-- ) [82] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Speak thou no more, if all the rest will speed. ) [83] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Renowned Titus, more than half my soul,-- ) [84] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Dear father, soul and substance of us all,-- ) [85] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Suffer thy brother Marcus to inter [1] => His noble nephew here in virtue's nest, [2] => That died in honour and Lavinia's cause. [3] => Thou art a Roman; be not barbarous: [4] => The Greeks upon advice did bury Ajax [5] => That slew himself; and wise Laertes' son [6] => Did graciously plead for his funerals: [7] => Let not young Mutius, then, that was thy joy [8] => Be barr'd his entrance here. ) ) [86] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Rise, Marcus, rise. [1] => The dismall'st day is this that e'er I saw, [2] => To be dishonour'd by my sons in Rome! [3] => Well, bury him, and bury me the next. ) ) [87] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There lie thy bones, sweet Mutius, with thy friends, [1] => Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomb. ) ) [88] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => All [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Kneeling ) [1] => He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause. ) ) [89] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, to step out of these dreary dumps, [1] => How comes it that the subtle Queen of Goths [2] => Is of a sudden thus advanced in Rome? ) ) [90] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I know not, Marcus; but I know it is, [1] => Whether by device or no, the heavens can tell: [2] => Is she not then beholding to the man [3] => That brought her for this high good turn so far? [4] => Yes, and will nobly him remunerate. ) ) [91] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SATURNINUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So, Bassianus, you have play'd your prize: [1] => God give you joy, sir, of your gallant bride! ) ) [92] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASSIANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And you of yours, my lord! I say no more, [1] => Nor wish no less; and so, I take my leave. ) ) [93] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SATURNINUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Traitor, if Rome have law or we have power, [1] => Thou and thy faction shall repent this rape. ) ) [94] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASSIANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Rape, call you it, my lord, to seize my own, [1] => My truth-betrothed love and now my wife? [2] => But let the laws of Rome determine all; [3] => Meanwhile I am possess'd of that is mine. ) ) [95] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SATURNINUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis good, sir: you are very short with us; [1] => But, if we live, we'll be as sharp with you. ) ) [96] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASSIANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, what I have done, as best I may, [1] => Answer I must and shall do with my life. [2] => Only thus much I give your grace to know: [3] => By all the duties that I owe to Rome, [4] => This noble gentleman, Lord Titus here, [5] => Is in opinion and in honour wrong'd; [6] => That in the rescue of Lavinia [7] => With his own hand did slay his youngest son, [8] => In zeal to you and highly moved to wrath [9] => To be controll'd in that he frankly gave: [10] => Receive him, then, to favor, Saturnine, [11] => That hath express'd himself in all his deeds [12] => A father and a friend to thee and Rome. ) ) [97] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Prince Bassianus, leave to plead my deeds: [1] => 'Tis thou and those that have dishonour'd me. [2] => Rome and the righteous heavens be my judge, [3] => How I have loved and honour'd Saturnine! ) ) [98] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TAMORA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My worthy lord, if ever Tamora [1] => Were gracious in those princely eyes of thine, [2] => Then hear me speak in indifferently for all; [3] => And at my suit, sweet, pardon what is past. ) ) [99] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SATURNINUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What, madam! be dishonour'd openly, [1] => And basely put it up without revenge? ) ) [100] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TAMORA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not so, my lord; the gods of Rome forfend [1] => I should be author to dishonour you! [2] => But on mine honour dare I undertake [3] => For good Lord Titus' innocence in all; [4] => Whose fury not dissembled speaks his griefs: [5] => Then, at my suit, look graciously on him; [6] => Lose not so noble a friend on vain suppose, [7] => Nor with sour looks afflict his gentle heart. [8] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside to SATURNINUS ) [9] => be won at last; [10] => Dissemble all your griefs and discontents: [11] => You are but newly planted in your throne; [12] => Lest, then, the people, and patricians too, [13] => Upon a just survey, take Titus' part, [14] => And so supplant you for ingratitude, [15] => Which Rome reputes to be a heinous sin, [16] => Yield at entreats; and then let me alone: [17] => I'll find a day to massacre them all [18] => And raze their faction and their family, [19] => The cruel father and his traitorous sons, [20] => To whom I sued for my dear son's life, [21] => And make them know what 'tis to let a queen [22] => Kneel in the streets and beg for grace in vain. [23] => Come, come, sweet emperor; come, Andronicus; [24] => Take up this good old man, and cheer the heart [25] => That dies in tempest of thy angry frown. ) [STAGEDIR] => Aloud ) [101] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SATURNINUS [LINE] => Rise, Titus, rise; my empress hath prevail'd. ) [102] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I thank your majesty, and her, my lord: [1] => These words, these looks, infuse new life in me. ) ) [103] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TAMORA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Titus, I am incorporate in Rome, [1] => A Roman now adopted happily, [2] => And must advise the emperor for his good. [3] => This day all quarrels die, Andronicus; [4] => And let it be mine honour, good my lord, [5] => That I have reconciled your friends and you. [6] => For you, Prince Bassianus, I have pass'd [7] => My word and promise to the emperor, [8] => That you will be more mild and tractable. [9] => And fear not lords, and you, Lavinia; [10] => By my advice, all humbled on your knees, [11] => You shall ask pardon of his majesty. ) ) [104] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We do, and vow to heaven and to his highness, [1] => That what we did was mildly as we might, [2] => Tendering our sister's honour and our own. ) ) [105] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => That, on mine honour, here I do protest. ) [106] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SATURNINUS [LINE] => Away, and talk not; trouble us no more. ) [107] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TAMORA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, nay, sweet emperor, we must all be friends: [1] => The tribune and his nephews kneel for grace; [2] => I will not be denied: sweet heart, look back. ) ) [108] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SATURNINUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Marcus, for thy sake and thy brother's here, [1] => And at my lovely Tamora's entreats, [2] => I do remit these young men's heinous faults: Stand up. [3] => Lavinia, though you left me like a churl, [4] => I found a friend, and sure as death I swore [5] => I would not part a bachelor from the priest. [6] => Come, if the emperor's court can feast two brides, [7] => You are my guest, Lavinia, and your friends. [8] => This day shall be a love-day, Tamora. ) ) [109] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => To-morrow, an it please your majesty [1] => To hunt the panther and the hart with me, [2] => With horn and hound we'll give your grace bonjour. ) ) [110] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SATURNINUS [LINE] => Be it so, Titus, and gramercy too. ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT II [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. Rome. Before the Palace. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter AARON [1] => Enter DEMETRIUS and CHIRON, braving [2] => They draw [3] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now climbeth Tamora Olympus' top, [1] => Safe out of fortune's shot; and sits aloft, [2] => Secure of thunder's crack or lightning flash; [3] => Advanced above pale envy's threatening reach. [4] => As when the golden sun salutes the morn, [5] => And, having gilt the ocean with his beams, [6] => Gallops the zodiac in his glistering coach, [7] => And overlooks the highest-peering hills; [8] => So Tamora: [9] => Upon her wit doth earthly honour wait, [10] => And virtue stoops and trembles at her frown. [11] => Then, Aaron, arm thy heart, and fit thy thoughts, [12] => To mount aloft with thy imperial mistress, [13] => And mount her pitch, whom thou in triumph long [14] => Hast prisoner held, fetter'd in amorous chains [15] => And faster bound to Aaron's charming eyes [16] => Than is Prometheus tied to Caucasus. [17] => Away with slavish weeds and servile thoughts! [18] => I will be bright, and shine in pearl and gold, [19] => To wait upon this new-made empress. [20] => To wait, said I? to wanton with this queen, [21] => This goddess, this Semiramis, this nymph, [22] => This siren, that will charm Rome's Saturnine, [23] => And see his shipwreck and his commonweal's. [24] => Holloa! what storm is this? ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Chiron, thy years want wit, thy wit wants edge, [1] => And manners, to intrude where I am graced; [2] => And may, for aught thou know'st, affected be. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Demetrius, thou dost over-ween in all; [1] => And so in this, to bear me down with braves. [2] => 'Tis not the difference of a year or two [3] => Makes me less gracious or thee more fortunate: [4] => I am as able and as fit as thou [5] => To serve, and to deserve my mistress' grace; [6] => And that my sword upon thee shall approve, [7] => And plead my passions for Lavinia's love. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => the peace. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, boy, although our mother, unadvised, [1] => Gave you a dancing-rapier by your side, [2] => Are you so desperate grown, to threat your friends? [3] => Go to; have your lath glued within your sheath [4] => Till you know better how to handle it. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Meanwhile, sir, with the little skill I have, [1] => Full well shalt thou perceive how much I dare. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Ay, boy, grow ye so brave? ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Coming forward ) [1] => So near the emperor's palace dare you draw, [2] => And maintain such a quarrel openly? [3] => Full well I wot the ground of all this grudge: [4] => I would not for a million of gold [5] => The cause were known to them it most concerns; [6] => Nor would your noble mother for much more [7] => Be so dishonour'd in the court of Rome. [8] => For shame, put up. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not I, till I have sheathed [1] => My rapier in his bosom and withal [2] => Thrust these reproachful speeches down his throat [3] => That he hath breathed in my dishonour here. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => For that I am prepared and full resolved. [1] => Foul-spoken coward, that thunder'st with thy tongue, [2] => And with thy weapon nothing darest perform! ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Away, I say! [1] => Now, by the gods that warlike Goths adore, [2] => This petty brabble will undo us all. [3] => Why, lords, and think you not how dangerous [4] => It is to jet upon a prince's right? [5] => What, is Lavinia then become so loose, [6] => Or Bassianus so degenerate, [7] => That for her love such quarrels may be broach'd [8] => Without controlment, justice, or revenge? [9] => Young lords, beware! and should the empress know [10] => This discord's ground, the music would not please. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I care not, I, knew she and all the world: [1] => I love Lavinia more than all the world. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Youngling, learn thou to make some meaner choice: [1] => Lavinia is thine elder brother's hope. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, are ye mad? or know ye not, in Rome [1] => How furious and impatient they be, [2] => And cannot brook competitors in love? [3] => I tell you, lords, you do but plot your deaths [4] => By this device. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Aaron, a thousand deaths [1] => Would I propose to achieve her whom I love. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => To achieve her! how? ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why makest thou it so strange? [1] => She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd; [2] => She is a woman, therefore may be won; [3] => She is Lavinia, therefore must be loved. [4] => What, man! more water glideth by the mill [5] => Than wots the miller of; and easy it is [6] => Of a cut loaf to steal a shive, we know: [7] => Though Bassianus be the emperor's brother. [8] => Better than he have worn Vulcan's badge. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then why should he despair that knows to court it [1] => With words, fair looks and liberality? [2] => What, hast not thou full often struck a doe, [3] => And borne her cleanly by the keeper's nose? ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, then, it seems, some certain snatch or so [1] => Would serve your turns. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHIRON [LINE] => Ay, so the turn were served. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Aaron, thou hast hit it. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Would you had hit it too! [1] => Then should not we be tired with this ado. [2] => Why, hark ye, hark ye! and are you such fools [3] => To square for this? would it offend you, then [4] => That both should speed? ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHIRON [LINE] => Faith, not me. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Nor me, so I were one. ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => For shame, be friends, and join for that you jar: [1] => 'Tis policy and stratagem must do [2] => That you affect; and so must you resolve, [3] => That what you cannot as you would achieve, [4] => You must perforce accomplish as you may. [5] => Take this of me: Lucrece was not more chaste [6] => Than this Lavinia, Bassianus' love. [7] => A speedier course than lingering languishment [8] => Must we pursue, and I have found the path. [9] => My lords, a solemn hunting is in hand; [10] => There will the lovely Roman ladies troop: [11] => The forest walks are wide and spacious; [12] => And many unfrequented plots there are [13] => Fitted by kind for rape and villany: [14] => Single you thither then this dainty doe, [15] => And strike her home by force, if not by words: [16] => This way, or not at all, stand you in hope. [17] => Come, come, our empress, with her sacred wit [18] => To villany and vengeance consecrate, [19] => Will we acquaint with all that we intend; [20] => And she shall file our engines with advice, [21] => That will not suffer you to square yourselves, [22] => But to your wishes' height advance you both. [23] => The emperor's court is like the house of Fame, [24] => The palace full of tongues, of eyes, and ears: [25] => The woods are ruthless, dreadful, deaf, and dull; [26] => There speak, and strike, brave boys, and take [27] => your turns; [28] => There serve your lusts, shadow'd from heaven's eye, [29] => And revel in Lavinia's treasury. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHIRON [LINE] => Thy counsel, lad, smells of no cowardice, ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sit fas aut nefas, till I find the stream [1] => To cool this heat, a charm to calm these fits. [2] => Per Styga, per manes vehor. ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. A forest near Rome. Horns and cry of hounds heard. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter TITUS ANDRONICUS, with Hunters, &c., MARCUS, LUCIUS, QUINTUS, and MARTIUS [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The hunt is up, the morn is bright and grey, [1] => The fields are fragrant and the woods are green: [2] => Uncouple here and let us make a bay [3] => And wake the emperor and his lovely bride [4] => And rouse the prince and ring a hunter's peal, [5] => That all the court may echo with the noise. [6] => Sons, let it be your charge, as it is ours, [7] => To attend the emperor's person carefully: [8] => I have been troubled in my sleep this night, [9] => But dawning day new comfort hath inspired. [10] => Many good morrows to your majesty; [11] => Madam, to you as many and as good: [12] => I promised your grace a hunter's peal. ) [STAGEDIR] => A cry of hounds and horns, winded in a peal. Enter SATURNINUS, TAMORA, BASSIANUS, LAVINIA, DEMETRIUS, CHIRON, and Attendants ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SATURNINUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And you have rung it lustily, my lord; [1] => Somewhat too early for new-married ladies. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASSIANUS [LINE] => Lavinia, how say you? ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LAVINIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I say, no; [1] => I have been broad awake two hours and more. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SATURNINUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come on, then; horse and chariots let us have, [1] => And to our sport. [2] => Madam, now shall ye see [3] => Our Roman hunting. ) [STAGEDIR] => To TAMORA ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I have dogs, my lord, [1] => Will rouse the proudest panther in the chase, [2] => And climb the highest promontory top. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And I have horse will follow where the game [1] => Makes way, and run like swallows o'er the plain. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Chiron, we hunt not, we, with horse nor hound, [1] => But hope to pluck a dainty doe to ground. ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. A lonely part of the forest. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter AARON, with a bag of gold [1] => Enter TAMORA [2] => Exit [3] => Enter BASSIANUS and LAVINIA [4] => Enter DEMETRIUS and CHIRON [5] => Stabs BASSIANUS [6] => Also stabs BASSIANUS, who dies [7] => DEMETRIUS throws the body of BASSIANUS into the pit; then exeunt DEMETRIUS and CHIRON, dragging off LAVINIA [8] => Exit [9] => Re-enter AARON, with QUINTUS and MARTIUS [10] => Falls into the pit [11] => Exit [12] => Falls in [13] => Enter SATURNINUS with AARON [14] => Re-enter TAMORA, with Attendants; TITUS ANDRONICUS, and Lucius [15] => She giveth SATURNINUS a letter [16] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He that had wit would think that I had none, [1] => To bury so much gold under a tree, [2] => And never after to inherit it. [3] => Let him that thinks of me so abjectly [4] => Know that this gold must coin a stratagem, [5] => Which, cunningly effected, will beget [6] => A very excellent piece of villany: [7] => And so repose, sweet gold, for their unrest [8] => That have their alms out of the empress' chest. ) [STAGEDIR] => Hides the gold ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TAMORA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lovely Aaron, wherefore look'st thou sad, [1] => When every thing doth make a gleeful boast? [2] => The birds chant melody on every bush, [3] => The snake lies rolled in the cheerful sun, [4] => The green leaves quiver with the cooling wind [5] => And make a chequer'd shadow on the ground: [6] => Under their sweet shade, Aaron, let us sit, [7] => And, whilst the babbling echo mocks the hounds, [8] => Replying shrilly to the well-tuned horns, [9] => As if a double hunt were heard at once, [10] => Let us sit down and mark their yelping noise; [11] => And, after conflict such as was supposed [12] => The wandering prince and Dido once enjoy'd, [13] => When with a happy storm they were surprised [14] => And curtain'd with a counsel-keeping cave, [15] => We may, each wreathed in the other's arms, [16] => Our pastimes done, possess a golden slumber; [17] => Whiles hounds and horns and sweet melodious birds [18] => Be unto us as is a nurse's song [19] => Of lullaby to bring her babe asleep. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Madam, though Venus govern your desires, [1] => Saturn is dominator over mine: [2] => What signifies my deadly-standing eye, [3] => My silence and my cloudy melancholy, [4] => My fleece of woolly hair that now uncurls [5] => Even as an adder when she doth unroll [6] => To do some fatal execution? [7] => No, madam, these are no venereal signs: [8] => Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, [9] => Blood and revenge are hammering in my head. [10] => Hark Tamora, the empress of my soul, [11] => Which never hopes more heaven than rests in thee, [12] => This is the day of doom for Bassianus: [13] => His Philomel must lose her tongue to-day, [14] => Thy sons make pillage of her chastity [15] => And wash their hands in Bassianus' blood. [16] => Seest thou this letter? take it up, I pray thee, [17] => And give the king this fatal plotted scroll. [18] => Now question me no more; we are espied; [19] => Here comes a parcel of our hopeful booty, [20] => Which dreads not yet their lives' destruction. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TAMORA [LINE] => Ah, my sweet Moor, sweeter to me than life! ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No more, great empress; Bassianus comes: [1] => Be cross with him; and I'll go fetch thy sons [2] => To back thy quarrels, whatsoe'er they be. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASSIANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Who have we here? Rome's royal empress, [1] => Unfurnish'd of her well-beseeming troop? [2] => Or is it Dian, habited like her, [3] => Who hath abandoned her holy groves [4] => To see the general hunting in this forest? ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TAMORA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Saucy controller of our private steps! [1] => Had I the power that some say Dian had, [2] => Thy temples should be planted presently [3] => With horns, as was Actaeon's; and the hounds [4] => Should drive upon thy new-transformed limbs, [5] => Unmannerly intruder as thou art! ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LAVINIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Under your patience, gentle empress, [1] => 'Tis thought you have a goodly gift in horning; [2] => And to be doubted that your Moor and you [3] => Are singled forth to try experiments: [4] => Jove shield your husband from his hounds to-day! [5] => 'Tis pity they should take him for a stag. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASSIANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Believe me, queen, your swarth Cimmerian [1] => Doth make your honour of his body's hue, [2] => Spotted, detested, and abominable. [3] => Why are you sequester'd from all your train, [4] => Dismounted from your snow-white goodly steed. [5] => And wander'd hither to an obscure plot, [6] => Accompanied but with a barbarous Moor, [7] => If foul desire had not conducted you? ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LAVINIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And, being intercepted in your sport, [1] => Great reason that my noble lord be rated [2] => For sauciness. I pray you, let us hence, [3] => And let her joy her raven-colour'd love; [4] => This valley fits the purpose passing well. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASSIANUS [LINE] => The king my brother shall have note of this. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LAVINIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, for these slips have made him noted long: [1] => Good king, to be so mightily abused! ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TAMORA [LINE] => Why have I patience to endure all this? ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How now, dear sovereign, and our gracious mother! [1] => Why doth your highness look so pale and wan? ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TAMORA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Have I not reason, think you, to look pale? [1] => These two have 'ticed me hither to this place: [2] => A barren detested vale, you see it is; [3] => The trees, though summer, yet forlorn and lean, [4] => O'ercome with moss and baleful mistletoe: [5] => Here never shines the sun; here nothing breeds, [6] => Unless the nightly owl or fatal raven: [7] => And when they show'd me this abhorred pit, [8] => They told me, here, at dead time of the night, [9] => A thousand fiends, a thousand hissing snakes, [10] => Ten thousand swelling toads, as many urchins, [11] => Would make such fearful and confused cries [12] => As any mortal body hearing it [13] => Should straight fall mad, or else die suddenly. [14] => No sooner had they told this hellish tale, [15] => But straight they told me they would bind me here [16] => Unto the body of a dismal yew, [17] => And leave me to this miserable death: [18] => And then they call'd me foul adulteress, [19] => Lascivious Goth, and all the bitterest terms [20] => That ever ear did hear to such effect: [21] => And, had you not by wondrous fortune come, [22] => This vengeance on me had they executed. [23] => Revenge it, as you love your mother's life, [24] => Or be ye not henceforth call'd my children. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => This is a witness that I am thy son. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHIRON [LINE] => And this for me, struck home to show my strength. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LAVINIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, come, Semiramis, nay, barbarous Tamora, [1] => For no name fits thy nature but thy own! ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TAMORA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Give me thy poniard; you shall know, my boys [1] => Your mother's hand shall right your mother's wrong. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Stay, madam; here is more belongs to her; [1] => First thrash the corn, then after burn the straw: [2] => This minion stood upon her chastity, [3] => Upon her nuptial vow, her loyalty, [4] => And with that painted hope braves your mightiness: [5] => And shall she carry this unto her grave? ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => An if she do, I would I were an eunuch. [1] => Drag hence her husband to some secret hole, [2] => And make his dead trunk pillow to our lust. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TAMORA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But when ye have the honey ye desire, [1] => Let not this wasp outlive, us both to sting. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I warrant you, madam, we will make that sure. [1] => Come, mistress, now perforce we will enjoy [2] => That nice-preserved honesty of yours. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LAVINIA [LINE] => O Tamora! thou bear'st a woman's face,-- ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TAMORA [LINE] => I will not hear her speak; away with her! ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LAVINIA [LINE] => Sweet lords, entreat her hear me but a word. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Listen, fair madam: let it be your glory [1] => To see her tears; but be your heart to them [2] => As unrelenting flint to drops of rain. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LAVINIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => When did the tiger's young ones teach the dam? [1] => O, do not learn her wrath; she taught it thee; [2] => The milk thou suck'dst from her did turn to marble; [3] => Even at thy teat thou hadst thy tyranny. [4] => Yet every mother breeds not sons alike: [5] => Do thou entreat her show a woman pity. ) [STAGEDIR] => To CHIRON ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHIRON [LINE] => What, wouldst thou have me prove myself a bastard? ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LAVINIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis true; the raven doth not hatch a lark: [1] => Yet have I heard,--O, could I find it now!-- [2] => The lion moved with pity did endure [3] => To have his princely paws pared all away: [4] => Some say that ravens foster forlorn children, [5] => The whilst their own birds famish in their nests: [6] => O, be to me, though thy hard heart say no, [7] => Nothing so kind, but something pitiful! ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TAMORA [LINE] => I know not what it means; away with her! ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LAVINIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, let me teach thee! for my father's sake, [1] => That gave thee life, when well he might have [2] => slain thee, [3] => Be not obdurate, open thy deaf ears. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TAMORA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hadst thou in person ne'er offended me, [1] => Even for his sake am I pitiless. [2] => Remember, boys, I pour'd forth tears in vain, [3] => To save your brother from the sacrifice; [4] => But fierce Andronicus would not relent; [5] => Therefore, away with her, and use her as you will, [6] => The worse to her, the better loved of me. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LAVINIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O Tamora, be call'd a gentle queen, [1] => And with thine own hands kill me in this place! [2] => For 'tis not life that I have begg'd so long; [3] => Poor I was slain when Bassianus died. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TAMORA [LINE] => What begg'st thou, then? fond woman, let me go. ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LAVINIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis present death I beg; and one thing more [1] => That womanhood denies my tongue to tell: [2] => O, keep me from their worse than killing lust, [3] => And tumble me into some loathsome pit, [4] => Where never man's eye may behold my body: [5] => Do this, and be a charitable murderer. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TAMORA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So should I rob my sweet sons of their fee: [1] => No, let them satisfy their lust on thee. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Away! for thou hast stay'd us here too long. ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LAVINIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No grace? no womanhood? Ah, beastly creature! [1] => The blot and enemy to our general name! [2] => Confusion fall-- ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, then I'll stop your mouth. Bring thou her husband: [1] => This is the hole where Aaron bid us hide him. ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TAMORA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Farewell, my sons: see that you make her sure. [1] => Ne'er let my heart know merry cheer indeed, [2] => Till all the Andronici be made away. [3] => Now will I hence to seek my lovely Moor, [4] => And let my spleenful sons this trull deflow'r. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come on, my lords, the better foot before: [1] => Straight will I bring you to the loathsome pit [2] => Where I espied the panther fast asleep. ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUINTUS [LINE] => My sight is very dull, whate'er it bodes. ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARTIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And mine, I promise you; were't not for shame, [1] => Well could I leave our sport to sleep awhile. ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUINTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What art thou fall'n? What subtle hole is this, [1] => Whose mouth is cover'd with rude-growing briers, [2] => Upon whose leaves are drops of new-shed blood [3] => As fresh as morning dew distill'd on flowers? [4] => A very fatal place it seems to me. [5] => Speak, brother, hast thou hurt thee with the fall? ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARTIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O brother, with the dismall'st object hurt [1] => That ever eye with sight made heart lament! ) ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => That he thereby may give a likely guess [2] => How these were they that made away his brother. ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARTIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why dost not comfort me, and help me out [1] => From this unhallowed and blood-stained hole? ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUINTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am surprised with an uncouth fear; [1] => A chilling sweat o'er-runs my trembling joints: [2] => My heart suspects more than mine eye can see. ) ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARTIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => To prove thou hast a true-divining heart, [1] => Aaron and thou look down into this den, [2] => And see a fearful sight of blood and death. ) ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUINTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Aaron is gone; and my compassionate heart [1] => Will not permit mine eyes once to behold [2] => The thing whereat it trembles by surmise; [3] => O, tell me how it is; for ne'er till now [4] => Was I a child to fear I know not what. ) ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARTIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Lord Bassianus lies embrewed here, [1] => All on a heap, like to a slaughter'd lamb, [2] => In this detested, dark, blood-drinking pit. ) ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUINTUS [LINE] => If it be dark, how dost thou know 'tis he? ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARTIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Upon his bloody finger he doth wear [1] => A precious ring, that lightens all the hole, [2] => Which, like a taper in some monument, [3] => Doth shine upon the dead man's earthy cheeks, [4] => And shows the ragged entrails of the pit: [5] => So pale did shine the moon on Pyramus [6] => When he by night lay bathed in maiden blood. [7] => O brother, help me with thy fainting hand-- [8] => If fear hath made thee faint, as me it hath-- [9] => Out of this fell devouring receptacle, [10] => As hateful as Cocytus' misty mouth. ) ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUINTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee out; [1] => Or, wanting strength to do thee so much good, [2] => I may be pluck'd into the swallowing womb [3] => Of this deep pit, poor Bassianus' grave. [4] => I have no strength to pluck thee to the brink. ) ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARTIUS [LINE] => Nor I no strength to climb without thy help. ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUINTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thy hand once more; I will not loose again, [1] => Till thou art here aloft, or I below: [2] => Thou canst not come to me: I come to thee. ) ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SATURNINUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Along with me: I'll see what hole is here, [1] => And what he is that now is leap'd into it. [2] => Say who art thou that lately didst descend [3] => Into this gaping hollow of the earth? ) ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARTIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The unhappy son of old Andronicus: [1] => Brought hither in a most unlucky hour, [2] => To find thy brother Bassianus dead. ) ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SATURNINUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My brother dead! I know thou dost but jest: [1] => He and his lady both are at the lodge [2] => Upon the north side of this pleasant chase; [3] => 'Tis not an hour since I left him there. ) ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARTIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We know not where you left him all alive; [1] => But, out, alas! here have we found him dead. ) ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TAMORA [LINE] => Where is my lord the king? ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SATURNINUS [LINE] => Here, Tamora, though grieved with killing grief. ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TAMORA [LINE] => Where is thy brother Bassianus? ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SATURNINUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now to the bottom dost thou search my wound: [1] => Poor Bassianus here lies murdered. ) ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TAMORA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then all too late I bring this fatal writ, [1] => The complot of this timeless tragedy; [2] => And wonder greatly that man's face can fold [3] => In pleasing smiles such murderous tyranny. ) ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SATURNINUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Reads ) [1] => Sweet huntsman, Bassianus 'tis we mean-- [2] => Do thou so much as dig the grave for him: [3] => Thou know'st our meaning. Look for thy reward [4] => Among the nettles at the elder-tree [5] => Which overshades the mouth of that same pit [6] => Where we decreed to bury Bassianus. [7] => Do this, and purchase us thy lasting friends.' [8] => O Tamora! was ever heard the like? [9] => This is the pit, and this the elder-tree. [10] => Look, sirs, if you can find the huntsman out [11] => That should have murdered Bassianus here. ) ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => My gracious lord, here is the bag of gold. ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SATURNINUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => To TITUS ) [1] => bloody kind, [2] => Have here bereft my brother of his life. [3] => Sirs, drag them from the pit unto the prison: [4] => There let them bide until we have devised [5] => Some never-heard-of torturing pain for them. ) ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TAMORA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What, are they in this pit? O wondrous thing! [1] => How easily murder is discovered! ) ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => High emperor, upon my feeble knee [1] => I beg this boon, with tears not lightly shed, [2] => That this fell fault of my accursed sons, [3] => Accursed if the fault be proved in them,-- ) ) [71] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SATURNINUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If it be proved! you see it is apparent. [1] => Who found this letter? Tamora, was it you? ) ) [72] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TAMORA [LINE] => Andronicus himself did take it up. ) [73] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I did, my lord: yet let me be their bail; [1] => For, by my father's reverend tomb, I vow [2] => They shall be ready at your highness' will [3] => To answer their suspicion with their lives. ) ) [74] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SATURNINUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou shalt not bail them: see thou follow me. [1] => Some bring the murder'd body, some the murderers: [2] => Let them not speak a word; the guilt is plain; [3] => For, by my soul, were there worse end than death, [4] => That end upon them should be executed. ) ) [75] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TAMORA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Andronicus, I will entreat the king; [1] => Fear not thy sons; they shall do well enough. ) ) [76] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Come, Lucius, come; stay not to talk with them. ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE IV. Another part of the forest. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter DEMETRIUS and CHIRON with LAVINIA, ravished; her hands cut off, and her tongue cut out [1] => Exeunt DEMETRIUS and CHIRON [2] => Enter MARCUS [3] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So, now go tell, an if thy tongue can speak, [1] => Who 'twas that cut thy tongue and ravish'd thee. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Write down thy mind, bewray thy meaning so, [1] => An if thy stumps will let thee play the scribe. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => See, how with signs and tokens she can scrowl. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHIRON [LINE] => Go home, call for sweet water, wash thy hands. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => She hath no tongue to call, nor hands to wash; [1] => And so let's leave her to her silent walks. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHIRON [LINE] => An 'twere my case, I should go hang myself. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => If thou hadst hands to help thee knit the cord. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Who is this? my niece, that flies away so fast! [1] => Cousin, a word; where is your husband? [2] => If I do dream, would all my wealth would wake me! [3] => If I do wake, some planet strike me down, [4] => That I may slumber in eternal sleep! [5] => Speak, gentle niece, what stern ungentle hands [6] => Have lopp'd and hew'd and made thy body bare [7] => Of her two branches, those sweet ornaments, [8] => Whose circling shadows kings have sought to sleep in, [9] => And might not gain so great a happiness [10] => As have thy love? Why dost not speak to me? [11] => Alas, a crimson river of warm blood, [12] => Like to a bubbling fountain stirr'd with wind, [13] => Doth rise and fall between thy rosed lips, [14] => Coming and going with thy honey breath. [15] => But, sure, some Tereus hath deflowered thee, [16] => And, lest thou shouldst detect him, cut thy tongue. [17] => Ah, now thou turn'st away thy face for shame! [18] => And, notwithstanding all this loss of blood, [19] => As from a conduit with three issuing spouts, [20] => Yet do thy cheeks look red as Titan's face [21] => Blushing to be encountered with a cloud. [22] => Shall I speak for thee? shall I say 'tis so? [23] => O, that I knew thy heart; and knew the beast, [24] => That I might rail at him, to ease my mind! [25] => Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopp'd, [26] => Doth burn the heart to cinders where it is. [27] => Fair Philomela, she but lost her tongue, [28] => And in a tedious sampler sew'd her mind: [29] => But, lovely niece, that mean is cut from thee; [30] => A craftier Tereus, cousin, hast thou met, [31] => And he hath cut those pretty fingers off, [32] => That could have better sew'd than Philomel. [33] => O, had the monster seen those lily hands [34] => Tremble, like aspen-leaves, upon a lute, [35] => And make the silken strings delight to kiss them, [36] => He would not then have touch'd them for his life! [37] => Or, had he heard the heavenly harmony [38] => Which that sweet tongue hath made, [39] => He would have dropp'd his knife, and fell asleep [40] => As Cerberus at the Thracian poet's feet. [41] => Come, let us go, and make thy father blind; [42] => For such a sight will blind a father's eye: [43] => One hour's storm will drown the fragrant meads; [44] => What will whole months of tears thy father's eyes? [45] => Do not draw back, for we will mourn with thee [46] => O, could our mourning ease thy misery! ) ) ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT III [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. Rome. A street. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter Judges, Senators and Tribunes, with MARTIUS and QUINTUS, bound, passing on to the place of execution; TITUS going before, pleading [1] => Enter MARCUS and LAVINIA [2] => Enter AARON [3] => Exeunt LUCIUS and MARCUS [4] => Cuts off TITUS's hand [5] => Re-enter LUCIUS and MARCUS [6] => Exit [7] => Enter a Messenger, with two heads and a hand [8] => Exit [9] => LAVINIA kisses TITUS [10] => Exeunt TITUS, MARCUS, and LAVINIA [11] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hear me, grave fathers! noble tribunes, stay! [1] => For pity of mine age, whose youth was spent [2] => In dangerous wars, whilst you securely slept; [3] => For all my blood in Rome's great quarrel shed; [4] => For all the frosty nights that I have watch'd; [5] => And for these bitter tears, which now you see [6] => Filling the aged wrinkles in my cheeks; [7] => Be pitiful to my condemned sons, [8] => Whose souls are not corrupted as 'tis thought. [9] => For two and twenty sons I never wept, [10] => Because they died in honour's lofty bed. [11] => For these, these, tribunes, in the dust I write [12] => My heart's deep languor and my soul's sad tears: [13] => Let my tears stanch the earth's dry appetite; [14] => My sons' sweet blood will make it shame and blush. [15] => O earth, I will befriend thee more with rain, [16] => That shall distil from these two ancient urns, [17] => Than youthful April shall with all his showers: [18] => In summer's drought I'll drop upon thee still; [19] => In winter with warm tears I'll melt the snow [20] => And keep eternal spring-time on thy face, [21] => So thou refuse to drink my dear sons' blood. [22] => O reverend tribunes! O gentle, aged men! [23] => Unbind my sons, reverse the doom of death; [24] => And let me say, that never wept before, [25] => My tears are now prevailing orators. ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Lieth down; the Judges, &c., pass by him, and Exeunt [1] => Enter LUCIUS, with his sword drawn ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O noble father, you lament in vain: [1] => The tribunes hear you not; no man is by; [2] => And you recount your sorrows to a stone. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ah, Lucius, for thy brothers let me plead. [1] => Grave tribunes, once more I entreat of you,-- ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => My gracious lord, no tribune hears you speak. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, tis no matter, man; if they did hear, [1] => They would not mark me, or if they did mark, [2] => They would not pity me, yet plead I must; [3] => And bootless unto them. [4] => Therefore I tell my sorrows to the stones; [5] => Who, though they cannot answer my distress, [6] => Yet in some sort they are better than the tribunes, [7] => For that they will not intercept my tale: [8] => When I do weep, they humbly at my feet [9] => Receive my tears and seem to weep with me; [10] => And, were they but attired in grave weeds, [11] => Rome could afford no tribune like to these. [12] => A stone is soft as wax,--tribunes more hard than stones; [13] => A stone is silent, and offendeth not, [14] => And tribunes with their tongues doom men to death. [15] => But wherefore stand'st thou with thy weapon drawn? ) [STAGEDIR] => Rises ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => To rescue my two brothers from their death: [1] => For which attempt the judges have pronounced [2] => My everlasting doom of banishment. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O happy man! they have befriended thee. [1] => Why, foolish Lucius, dost thou not perceive [2] => That Rome is but a wilderness of tigers? [3] => Tigers must prey, and Rome affords no prey [4] => But me and mine: how happy art thou, then, [5] => From these devourers to be banished! [6] => But who comes with our brother Marcus here? ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Titus, prepare thy aged eyes to weep; [1] => Or, if not so, thy noble heart to break: [2] => I bring consuming sorrow to thine age. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Will it consume me? let me see it, then. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => This was thy daughter. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Why, Marcus, so she is. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Ay me, this object kills me! ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Faint-hearted boy, arise, and look upon her. [1] => Speak, Lavinia, what accursed hand [2] => Hath made thee handless in thy father's sight? [3] => What fool hath added water to the sea, [4] => Or brought a faggot to bright-burning Troy? [5] => My grief was at the height before thou camest, [6] => And now like Nilus, it disdaineth bounds. [7] => Give me a sword, I'll chop off my hands too; [8] => For they have fought for Rome, and all in vain; [9] => And they have nursed this woe, in feeding life; [10] => In bootless prayer have they been held up, [11] => And they have served me to effectless use: [12] => Now all the service I require of them [13] => Is that the one will help to cut the other. [14] => 'Tis well, Lavinia, that thou hast no hands; [15] => For hands, to do Rome service, are but vain. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Speak, gentle sister, who hath martyr'd thee? ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, that delightful engine of her thoughts [1] => That blabb'd them with such pleasing eloquence, [2] => Is torn from forth that pretty hollow cage, [3] => Where, like a sweet melodious bird, it sung [4] => Sweet varied notes, enchanting every ear! ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => O, say thou for her, who hath done this deed? ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, thus I found her, straying in the park, [1] => Seeking to hide herself, as doth the deer [2] => That hath received some unrecuring wound. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It was my deer; and he that wounded her [1] => Hath hurt me more than had he killed me dead: [2] => For now I stand as one upon a rock [3] => Environed with a wilderness of sea, [4] => Who marks the waxing tide grow wave by wave, [5] => Expecting ever when some envious surge [6] => Will in his brinish bowels swallow him. [7] => This way to death my wretched sons are gone; [8] => Here stands my other son, a banished man, [9] => And here my brother, weeping at my woes. [10] => But that which gives my soul the greatest spurn, [11] => Is dear Lavinia, dearer than my soul. [12] => Had I but seen thy picture in this plight, [13] => It would have madded me: what shall I do [14] => Now I behold thy lively body so? [15] => Thou hast no hands, to wipe away thy tears: [16] => Nor tongue, to tell me who hath martyr'd thee: [17] => Thy husband he is dead: and for his death [18] => Thy brothers are condemn'd, and dead by this. [19] => Look, Marcus! ah, son Lucius, look on her! [20] => When I did name her brothers, then fresh tears [21] => Stood on her cheeks, as doth the honey-dew [22] => Upon a gather'd lily almost wither'd. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Perchance she weeps because they kill'd her husband; [1] => Perchance because she knows them innocent. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If they did kill thy husband, then be joyful [1] => Because the law hath ta'en revenge on them. [2] => No, no, they would not do so foul a deed; [3] => Witness the sorrow that their sister makes. [4] => Gentle Lavinia, let me kiss thy lips. [5] => Or make some sign how I may do thee ease: [6] => Shall thy good uncle, and thy brother Lucius, [7] => And thou, and I, sit round about some fountain, [8] => Looking all downwards to behold our cheeks [9] => How they are stain'd, as meadows, yet not dry, [10] => With miry slime left on them by a flood? [11] => And in the fountain shall we gaze so long [12] => Till the fresh taste be taken from that clearness, [13] => And made a brine-pit with our bitter tears? [14] => Or shall we cut away our hands, like thine? [15] => Or shall we bite our tongues, and in dumb shows [16] => Pass the remainder of our hateful days? [17] => What shall we do? let us, that have our tongues, [18] => Plot some deuce of further misery, [19] => To make us wonder'd at in time to come. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sweet father, cease your tears; for, at your grief, [1] => See how my wretched sister sobs and weeps. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Patience, dear niece. Good Titus, dry thine eyes. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ah, Marcus, Marcus! brother, well I wot [1] => Thy napkin cannot drink a tear of mine, [2] => For thou, poor man, hast drown'd it with thine own. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Ah, my Lavinia, I will wipe thy cheeks. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Mark, Marcus, mark! I understand her signs: [1] => Had she a tongue to speak, now would she say [2] => That to her brother which I said to thee: [3] => His napkin, with his true tears all bewet, [4] => Can do no service on her sorrowful cheeks. [5] => O, what a sympathy of woe is this, [6] => As far from help as Limbo is from bliss! ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Titus Andronicus, my lord the emperor [1] => Sends thee this word,--that, if thou love thy sons, [2] => Let Marcus, Lucius, or thyself, old Titus, [3] => Or any one of you, chop off your hand, [4] => And send it to the king: he for the same [5] => Will send thee hither both thy sons alive; [6] => And that shall be the ransom for their fault. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O gracious emperor! O gentle Aaron! [1] => Did ever raven sing so like a lark, [2] => That gives sweet tidings of the sun's uprise? [3] => With all my heart, I'll send the emperor My hand: [4] => Good Aaron, wilt thou help to chop it off? ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Stay, father! for that noble hand of thine, [1] => That hath thrown down so many enemies, [2] => Shall not be sent: my hand will serve the turn: [3] => My youth can better spare my blood than you; [4] => And therefore mine shall save my brothers' lives. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Which of your hands hath not defended Rome, [1] => And rear'd aloft the bloody battle-axe, [2] => Writing destruction on the enemy's castle? [3] => O, none of both but are of high desert: [4] => My hand hath been but idle; let it serve [5] => To ransom my two nephews from their death; [6] => Then have I kept it to a worthy end. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, come, agree whose hand shall go along, [1] => For fear they die before their pardon come. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => My hand shall go. ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => By heaven, it shall not go! ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sirs, strive no more: such wither'd herbs as these [1] => Are meet for plucking up, and therefore mine. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sweet father, if I shall be thought thy son, [1] => Let me redeem my brothers both from death. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And, for our father's sake and mother's care, [1] => Now let me show a brother's love to thee. ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Agree between you; I will spare my hand. ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Then I'll go fetch an axe. ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => But I will use the axe. ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come hither, Aaron; I'll deceive them both: [1] => Lend me thy hand, and I will give thee mine. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => And never, whilst I live, deceive men so: [2] => But I'll deceive you in another sort, [3] => And that you'll say, ere half an hour pass. ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now stay your strife: what shall be is dispatch'd. [1] => Good Aaron, give his majesty my hand: [2] => Tell him it was a hand that warded him [3] => From thousand dangers; bid him bury it [4] => More hath it merited; that let it have. [5] => As for my sons, say I account of them [6] => As jewels purchased at an easy price; [7] => And yet dear too, because I bought mine own. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I go, Andronicus: and for thy hand [1] => Look by and by to have thy sons with thee. [2] => Their heads, I mean. O, how this villany [3] => Doth fat me with the very thoughts of it! [4] => Let fools do good, and fair men call for grace. [5] => Aaron will have his soul black like his face. ) [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, here I lift this one hand up to heaven, [1] => And bow this feeble ruin to the earth: [2] => If any power pities wretched tears, [3] => To that I call! [4] => What, wilt thou kneel with me? [5] => Do, then, dear heart; for heaven shall hear our prayers; [6] => Or with our sighs we'll breathe the welkin dim, [7] => And stain the sun with fog, as sometime clouds [8] => When they do hug him in their melting bosoms. ) [STAGEDIR] => To LAVINIA ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O brother, speak with possibilities, [1] => And do not break into these deep extremes. ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Is not my sorrow deep, having no bottom? [1] => Then be my passions bottomless with them. ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => But yet let reason govern thy lament. ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If there were reason for these miseries, [1] => Then into limits could I bind my woes: [2] => When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'erflow? [3] => If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad, [4] => Threatening the welkin with his big-swoln face? [5] => And wilt thou have a reason for this coil? [6] => I am the sea; hark, how her sighs do blow! [7] => She is the weeping welkin, I the earth: [8] => Then must my sea be moved with her sighs; [9] => Then must my earth with her continual tears [10] => Become a deluge, overflow'd and drown'd; [11] => For why my bowels cannot hide her woes, [12] => But like a drunkard must I vomit them. [13] => Then give me leave, for losers will have leave [14] => To ease their stomachs with their bitter tongues. ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Worthy Andronicus, ill art thou repaid [1] => For that good hand thou sent'st the emperor. [2] => Here are the heads of thy two noble sons; [3] => And here's thy hand, in scorn to thee sent back; [4] => Thy griefs their sports, thy resolution mock'd; [5] => That woe is me to think upon thy woes [6] => More than remembrance of my father's death. ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now let hot AEtna cool in Sicily, [1] => And be my heart an ever-burning hell! [2] => These miseries are more than may be borne. [3] => To weep with them that weep doth ease some deal; [4] => But sorrow flouted at is double death. ) ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ah, that this sight should make so deep a wound, [1] => And yet detested life not shrink thereat! [2] => That ever death should let life bear his name, [3] => Where life hath no more interest but to breathe! ) ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Alas, poor heart, that kiss is comfortless [1] => As frozen water to a starved snake. ) ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => When will this fearful slumber have an end? ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now, farewell, flattery: die, Andronicus; [1] => Thou dost not slumber: see, thy two sons' heads, [2] => Thy warlike hand, thy mangled daughter here: [3] => Thy other banish'd son, with this dear sight [4] => Struck pale and bloodless; and thy brother, I, [5] => Even like a stony image, cold and numb. [6] => Ah, now no more will I control thy griefs: [7] => Rend off thy silver hair, thy other hand [8] => Gnawing with thy teeth; and be this dismal sight [9] => The closing up of our most wretched eyes; [10] => Now is a time to storm; why art thou still? ) ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Ha, ha, ha! ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Why dost thou laugh? it fits not with this hour. ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, I have not another tear to shed: [1] => Besides, this sorrow is an enemy, [2] => And would usurp upon my watery eyes [3] => And make them blind with tributary tears: [4] => Then which way shall I find Revenge's cave? [5] => For these two heads do seem to speak to me, [6] => And threat me I shall never come to bliss [7] => Till all these mischiefs be return'd again [8] => Even in their throats that have committed them. [9] => Come, let me see what task I have to do. [10] => You heavy people, circle me about, [11] => That I may turn me to each one of you, [12] => And swear unto my soul to right your wrongs. [13] => The vow is made. Come, brother, take a head; [14] => And in this hand the other I will bear. [15] => Lavinia, thou shalt be employ'd: these arms! [16] => Bear thou my hand, sweet wench, between thy teeth. [17] => As for thee, boy, go get thee from my sight; [18] => Thou art an exile, and thou must not stay: [19] => Hie to the Goths, and raise an army there: [20] => And, if you love me, as I think you do, [21] => Let's kiss and part, for we have much to do. ) ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Farewell Andronicus, my noble father, [1] => The wofull'st man that ever lived in Rome: [2] => Farewell, proud Rome; till Lucius come again, [3] => He leaves his pledges dearer than his life: [4] => Farewell, Lavinia, my noble sister; [5] => O, would thou wert as thou tofore hast been! [6] => But now nor Lucius nor Lavinia lives [7] => But in oblivion and hateful griefs. [8] => If Lucius live, he will requite your wrongs; [9] => And make proud Saturnine and his empress [10] => Beg at the gates, like Tarquin and his queen. [11] => Now will I to the Goths, and raise a power, [12] => To be revenged on Rome and Saturnine. ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. A room in Titus's house. A banquet set out. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter TITUS, MARCUS, LAVINIA and Young LUCIUS, a boy [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So, so; now sit: and look you eat no more [1] => Than will preserve just so much strength in us [2] => As will revenge these bitter woes of ours. [3] => Marcus, unknit that sorrow-wreathen knot: [4] => Thy niece and I, poor creatures, want our hands, [5] => And cannot passionate our tenfold grief [6] => With folded arms. This poor right hand of mine [7] => Is left to tyrannize upon my breast; [8] => Who, when my heart, all mad with misery, [9] => Beats in this hollow prison of my flesh, [10] => Then thus I thump it down. [11] => Thou map of woe, that thus dost talk in signs! [12] => When thy poor heart beats with outrageous beating, [13] => Thou canst not strike it thus to make it still. [14] => Wound it with sighing, girl, kill it with groans; [15] => Or get some little knife between thy teeth, [16] => And just against thy heart make thou a hole; [17] => That all the tears that thy poor eyes let fall [18] => May run into that sink, and soaking in [19] => Drown the lamenting fool in sea-salt tears. ) [STAGEDIR] => To LAVINIA ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fie, brother, fie! teach her not thus to lay [1] => Such violent hands upon her tender life. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How now! has sorrow made thee dote already? [1] => Why, Marcus, no man should be mad but I. [2] => What violent hands can she lay on her life? [3] => Ah, wherefore dost thou urge the name of hands; [4] => To bid AEneas tell the tale twice o'er, [5] => How Troy was burnt and he made miserable? [6] => O, handle not the theme, to talk of hands, [7] => Lest we remember still that we have none. [8] => Fie, fie, how franticly I square my talk, [9] => As if we should forget we had no hands, [10] => If Marcus did not name the word of hands! [11] => Come, let's fall to; and, gentle girl, eat this: [12] => Here is no drink! Hark, Marcus, what she says; [13] => I can interpret all her martyr'd signs; [14] => She says she drinks no other drink but tears, [15] => Brew'd with her sorrow, mesh'd upon her cheeks: [16] => Speechless complainer, I will learn thy thought; [17] => In thy dumb action will I be as perfect [18] => As begging hermits in their holy prayers: [19] => Thou shalt not sigh, nor hold thy stumps to heaven, [20] => Nor wink, nor nod, nor kneel, nor make a sign, [21] => But I of these will wrest an alphabet [22] => And by still practise learn to know thy meaning. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Young LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good grandsire, leave these bitter deep laments: [1] => Make my aunt merry with some pleasing tale. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Alas, the tender boy, in passion moved, [1] => Doth weep to see his grandsire's heaviness. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Peace, tender sapling; thou art made of tears, [1] => And tears will quickly melt thy life away. [2] => What dost thou strike at, Marcus, with thy knife? ) [STAGEDIR] => MARCUS strikes the dish with a knife ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => At that that I have kill'd, my lord; a fly. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Out on thee, murderer! thou kill'st my heart; [1] => Mine eyes are cloy'd with view of tyranny: [2] => A deed of death done on the innocent [3] => Becomes not Titus' brother: get thee gone: [4] => I see thou art not for my company. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Alas, my lord, I have but kill'd a fly. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But how, if that fly had a father and mother? [1] => How would he hang his slender gilded wings, [2] => And buzz lamenting doings in the air! [3] => Poor harmless fly, [4] => That, with his pretty buzzing melody, [5] => Came here to make us merry! and thou hast [6] => kill'd him. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Pardon me, sir; it was a black ill-favor'd fly, [1] => Like to the empress' Moor; therefore I kill'd him. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, O, O, [1] => Then pardon me for reprehending thee, [2] => For thou hast done a charitable deed. [3] => Give me thy knife, I will insult on him; [4] => Flattering myself, as if it were the Moor [5] => Come hither purposely to poison me.-- [6] => There's for thyself, and that's for Tamora. [7] => Ah, sirrah! [8] => Yet, I think, we are not brought so low, [9] => But that between us we can kill a fly [10] => That comes in likeness of a coal-black Moor. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Alas, poor man! grief has so wrought on him, [1] => He takes false shadows for true substances. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, take away. Lavinia, go with me: [1] => I'll to thy closet; and go read with thee [2] => Sad stories chanced in the times of old. [3] => Come, boy, and go with me: thy sight is young, [4] => And thou shalt read when mine begin to dazzle. ) ) ) ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT IV [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. Rome. Titus's garden. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter young LUCIUS, and LAVINIA running after him, and the boy flies from her, with books under his arm. Then enter TITUS and MARCUS [1] => LAVINIA turns over with her stumps the books which LUCIUS has let fall [2] => She takes the staff in her mouth, and guides it with her stumps, and writes [3] => Exeunt TITUS, LAVINIA, and Young LUCIUS [4] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Young LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Help, grandsire, help! my aunt Lavinia [1] => Follows me every where, I know not why: [2] => Good uncle Marcus, see how swift she comes. [3] => Alas, sweet aunt, I know not what you mean. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Stand by me, Lucius; do not fear thine aunt. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => She loves thee, boy, too well to do thee harm. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Young LUCIUS [LINE] => Ay, when my father was in Rome she did. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => What means my niece Lavinia by these signs? ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fear her not, Lucius: somewhat doth she mean: [1] => See, Lucius, see how much she makes of thee: [2] => Somewhither would she have thee go with her. [3] => Ah, boy, Cornelia never with more care [4] => Read to her sons than she hath read to thee [5] => Sweet poetry and Tully's Orator. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Canst thou not guess wherefore she plies thee thus? ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Young LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, I know not, I, nor can I guess, [1] => Unless some fit or frenzy do possess her: [2] => For I have heard my grandsire say full oft, [3] => Extremity of griefs would make men mad; [4] => And I have read that Hecuba of Troy [5] => Ran mad through sorrow: that made me to fear; [6] => Although, my lord, I know my noble aunt [7] => Loves me as dear as e'er my mother did, [8] => And would not, but in fury, fright my youth: [9] => Which made me down to throw my books, and fly-- [10] => Causeless, perhaps. But pardon me, sweet aunt: [11] => And, madam, if my uncle Marcus go, [12] => I will most willingly attend your ladyship. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Lucius, I will. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How now, Lavinia! Marcus, what means this? [1] => Some book there is that she desires to see. [2] => Which is it, girl, of these? Open them, boy. [3] => But thou art deeper read, and better skill'd [4] => Come, and take choice of all my library, [5] => And so beguile thy sorrow, till the heavens [6] => Reveal the damn'd contriver of this deed. [7] => Why lifts she up her arms in sequence thus? ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I think she means that there was more than one [1] => Confederate in the fact: ay, more there was; [2] => Or else to heaven she heaves them for revenge. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Lucius, what book is that she tosseth so? ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Young LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Grandsire, 'tis Ovid's Metamorphoses; [1] => My mother gave it me. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => For love of her that's gone, [1] => Perhaps she cull'd it from among the rest. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Soft! see how busily she turns the leaves! [1] => What would she find? Lavinia, shall I read? [2] => This is the tragic tale of Philomel, [3] => And treats of Tereus' treason and his rape: [4] => And rape, I fear, was root of thine annoy. ) [STAGEDIR] => Helping her ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => See, brother, see; note how she quotes the leaves. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Lavinia, wert thou thus surprised, sweet girl, [1] => Ravish'd and wrong'd, as Philomela was, [2] => Forced in the ruthless, vast, and gloomy woods? See, see! [3] => Ay, such a place there is, where we did hunt-- [4] => O, had we never, never hunted there!-- [5] => Pattern'd by that the poet here describes, [6] => By nature made for murders and for rapes. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, why should nature build so foul a den, [1] => Unless the gods delight in tragedies? ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Give signs, sweet girl, for here are none [1] => but friends, [2] => What Roman lord it was durst do the deed: [3] => Or slunk not Saturnine, as Tarquin erst, [4] => That left the camp to sin in Lucrece' bed? ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sit down, sweet niece: brother, sit down by me. [1] => Apollo, Pallas, Jove, or Mercury, [2] => Inspire me, that I may this treason find! [3] => My lord, look here: look here, Lavinia: [4] => This sandy plot is plain; guide, if thou canst [5] => This after me, when I have writ my name [6] => Without the help of any hand at all. [7] => Cursed be that heart that forced us to this shift! [8] => Write thou good niece; and here display, at last, [9] => What God will have discover'd for revenge; [10] => Heaven guide thy pen to print thy sorrows plain, [11] => That we may know the traitors and the truth! ) [STAGEDIR] => He writes his name with his staff, and guides it with feet and mouth ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, do ye read, my lord, what she hath writ? [1] => 'Stuprum. Chiron. Demetrius.' ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What, what! the lustful sons of Tamora [1] => Performers of this heinous, bloody deed? ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Magni Dominator poli, [1] => Tam lentus audis scelera? tam lentus vides? ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, calm thee, gentle lord; although I know [1] => There is enough written upon this earth [2] => To stir a mutiny in the mildest thoughts [3] => And arm the minds of infants to exclaims. [4] => My lord, kneel down with me; Lavinia, kneel; [5] => And kneel, sweet boy, the Roman Hector's hope; [6] => And swear with me, as, with the woful fere [7] => And father of that chaste dishonour'd dame, [8] => Lord Junius Brutus sware for Lucrece' rape, [9] => That we will prosecute by good advice [10] => Mortal revenge upon these traitorous Goths, [11] => And see their blood, or die with this reproach. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis sure enough, an you knew how. [1] => But if you hunt these bear-whelps, then beware: [2] => The dam will wake; and, if she wind you once, [3] => She's with the lion deeply still in league, [4] => And lulls him whilst she playeth on her back, [5] => And when he sleeps will she do what she list. [6] => You are a young huntsman, Marcus; let it alone; [7] => And, come, I will go get a leaf of brass, [8] => And with a gad of steel will write these words, [9] => And lay it by: the angry northern wind [10] => Will blow these sands, like Sibyl's leaves, abroad, [11] => And where's your lesson, then? Boy, what say you? ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Young LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I say, my lord, that if I were a man, [1] => Their mother's bed-chamber should not be safe [2] => For these bad bondmen to the yoke of Rome. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, that's my boy! thy father hath full oft [1] => For his ungrateful country done the like. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Young LUCIUS [LINE] => And, uncle, so will I, an if I live. ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, go with me into mine armoury; [1] => Lucius, I'll fit thee; and withal, my boy, [2] => Shalt carry from me to the empress' sons [3] => Presents that I intend to send them both: [4] => Come, come; thou'lt do thy message, wilt thou not? ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Young LUCIUS [LINE] => Ay, with my dagger in their bosoms, grandsire. ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, boy, not so; I'll teach thee another course. [1] => Lavinia, come. Marcus, look to my house: [2] => Lucius and I'll go brave it at the court: [3] => Ay, marry, will we, sir; and we'll be waited on. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O heavens, can you hear a good man groan, [1] => And not relent, or not compassion him? [2] => Marcus, attend him in his ecstasy, [3] => That hath more scars of sorrow in his heart [4] => Than foemen's marks upon his batter'd shield; [5] => But yet so just that he will not revenge. [6] => Revenge, ye heavens, for old Andronicus! ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. The same. A room in the palace. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter, from one side, AARON, DEMETRIUS, and CHIRON; from the other side, Young LUCIUS, and an Attendant, with a bundle of weapons, and verses writ upon them [1] => Exeunt Young LUCIUS, and Attendant [2] => Trumpets sound within [3] => Enter a Nurse, with a blackamoor Child in her arms [4] => They sit [5] => Exeunt DEMETRIUS and CHIRON bearing off the Nurse's body [6] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Demetrius, here's the son of Lucius; [1] => He hath some message to deliver us. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Ay, some mad message from his mad grandfather. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Young LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lords, with all the humbleness I may, [1] => I greet your honours from Andronicus. [2] => And pray the Roman gods confound you both! ) [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Gramercy, lovely Lucius: what's the news? ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Young LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => For villains mark'd with rape.--May it please you, [2] => My grandsire, well advised, hath sent by me [3] => The goodliest weapons of his armoury [4] => To gratify your honourable youth, [5] => The hope of Rome; for so he bade me say; [6] => And so I do, and with his gifts present [7] => Your lordships, that, whenever you have need, [8] => You may be armed and appointed well: [9] => And so I leave you both: [10] => like bloody villains. ) [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What's here? A scroll; and written round about? [1] => Let's see; [2] => 'Integer vitae, scelerisque purus, [3] => Non eget Mauri jaculis, nec arcu.' ) [STAGEDIR] => Reads ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, 'tis a verse in Horace; I know it well: [1] => I read it in the grammar long ago. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, just; a verse in Horace; right, you have it. [1] => Now, what a thing it is to be an ass! [2] => Here's no sound jest! the old man hath found their guilt; [3] => And sends them weapons wrapped about with lines, [4] => That wound, beyond their feeling, to the quick. [5] => But were our witty empress well afoot, [6] => She would applaud Andronicus' conceit: [7] => But let her rest in her unrest awhile. [8] => And now, young lords, was't not a happy star [9] => Led us to Rome, strangers, and more than so, [10] => Captives, to be advanced to this height? [11] => It did me good, before the palace gate [12] => To brave the tribune in his brother's hearing. ) [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But me more good, to see so great a lord [1] => Basely insinuate and send us gifts. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Had he not reason, Lord Demetrius? [1] => Did you not use his daughter very friendly? ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I would we had a thousand Roman dames [1] => At such a bay, by turn to serve our lust. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHIRON [LINE] => A charitable wish and full of love. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Here lacks but your mother for to say amen. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHIRON [LINE] => And that would she for twenty thousand more. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, let us go; and pray to all the gods [1] => For our beloved mother in her pains. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Why do the emperor's trumpets flourish thus? ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHIRON [LINE] => Belike, for joy the emperor hath a son. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Soft! who comes here? ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good morrow, lords: [1] => O, tell me, did you see Aaron the Moor? ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, more or less, or ne'er a whit at all, [1] => Here Aaron is; and what with Aaron now? ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O gentle Aaron, we are all undone! [1] => Now help, or woe betide thee evermore! ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, what a caterwauling dost thou keep! [1] => What dost thou wrap and fumble in thine arms? ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, that which I would hide from heaven's eye, [1] => Our empress' shame, and stately Rome's disgrace! [2] => She is deliver'd, lords; she is deliver'd. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => To whom? ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => I mean, she is brought a-bed. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Well, God give her good rest! What hath he sent her? ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => A devil. ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Why, then she is the devil's dam; a joyful issue. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A joyless, dismal, black, and sorrowful issue: [1] => Here is the babe, as loathsome as a toad [2] => Amongst the fairest breeders of our clime: [3] => The empress sends it thee, thy stamp, thy seal, [4] => And bids thee christen it with thy dagger's point. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Zounds, ye whore! is black so base a hue? [1] => Sweet blowse, you are a beauteous blossom, sure. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Villain, what hast thou done? ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => That which thou canst not undo. ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHIRON [LINE] => Thou hast undone our mother. ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Villain, I have done thy mother. ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And therein, hellish dog, thou hast undone. [1] => Woe to her chance, and damn'd her loathed choice! [2] => Accursed the offspring of so foul a fiend! ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHIRON [LINE] => It shall not live. ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => It shall not die. ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Aaron, it must; the mother wills it so. ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What, must it, nurse? then let no man but I [1] => Do execution on my flesh and blood. ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll broach the tadpole on my rapier's point: [1] => Nurse, give it me; my sword shall soon dispatch it. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sooner this sword shall plough thy bowels up. [1] => Stay, murderous villains! will you kill your brother? [2] => Now, by the burning tapers of the sky, [3] => That shone so brightly when this boy was got, [4] => He dies upon my scimitar's sharp point [5] => That touches this my first-born son and heir! [6] => I tell you, younglings, not Enceladus, [7] => With all his threatening band of Typhon's brood, [8] => Nor great Alcides, nor the god of war, [9] => Shall seize this prey out of his father's hands. [10] => What, what, ye sanguine, shallow-hearted boys! [11] => Ye white-limed walls! ye alehouse painted signs! [12] => Coal-black is better than another hue, [13] => In that it scorns to bear another hue; [14] => For all the water in the ocean [15] => Can never turn the swan's black legs to white, [16] => Although she lave them hourly in the flood. [17] => Tell the empress from me, I am of age [18] => To keep mine own, excuse it how she can. ) [STAGEDIR] => Takes the Child from the Nurse, and draws ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Wilt thou betray thy noble mistress thus? ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My mistress is my mistress; this myself, [1] => The vigour and the picture of my youth: [2] => This before all the world do I prefer; [3] => This maugre all the world will I keep safe, [4] => Or some of you shall smoke for it in Rome. ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => By this our mother is forever shamed. ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHIRON [LINE] => Rome will despise her for this foul escape. ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => The emperor, in his rage, will doom her death. ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHIRON [LINE] => I blush to think upon this ignomy. ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, there's the privilege your beauty bears: [1] => Fie, treacherous hue, that will betray with blushing [2] => The close enacts and counsels of the heart! [3] => Here's a young lad framed of another leer: [4] => Look, how the black slave smiles upon the father, [5] => As who should say 'Old lad, I am thine own.' [6] => He is your brother, lords, sensibly fed [7] => Of that self-blood that first gave life to you, [8] => And from that womb where you imprison'd were [9] => He is enfranchised and come to light: [10] => Nay, he is your brother by the surer side, [11] => Although my seal be stamped in his face. ) ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Aaron, what shall I say unto the empress? ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Advise thee, Aaron, what is to be done, [1] => And we will all subscribe to thy advice: [2] => Save thou the child, so we may all be safe. ) ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then sit we down, and let us all consult. [1] => My son and I will have the wind of you: [2] => Keep there: now talk at pleasure of your safety. ) ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => How many women saw this child of his? ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, so, brave lords! when we join in league, [1] => I am a lamb: but if you brave the Moor, [2] => The chafed boar, the mountain lioness, [3] => The ocean swells not so as Aaron storms. [4] => But say, again; how many saw the child? ) ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Cornelia the midwife and myself; [1] => And no one else but the deliver'd empress. ) ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The empress, the midwife, and yourself: [1] => Two may keep counsel when the third's away: [2] => Go to the empress, tell her this I said. [3] => Weke, weke! so cries a pig prepared to the spit. ) [STAGEDIR] => He kills the nurse ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => What mean'st thou, Aaron? wherefore didst thou this? ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O Lord, sir, 'tis a deed of policy: [1] => Shall she live to betray this guilt of ours, [2] => A long-tongued babbling gossip? no, lords, no: [3] => And now be it known to you my full intent. [4] => Not far, one Muli lives, my countryman; [5] => His wife but yesternight was brought to bed; [6] => His child is like to her, fair as you are: [7] => Go pack with him, and give the mother gold, [8] => And tell them both the circumstance of all; [9] => And how by this their child shall be advanced, [10] => And be received for the emperor's heir, [11] => And substituted in the place of mine, [12] => To calm this tempest whirling in the court; [13] => And let the emperor dandle him for his own. [14] => Hark ye, lords; ye see I have given her physic, [15] => And you must needs bestow her funeral; [16] => The fields are near, and you are gallant grooms: [17] => This done, see that you take no longer days, [18] => But send the midwife presently to me. [19] => The midwife and the nurse well made away, [20] => Then let the ladies tattle what they please. ) [STAGEDIR] => Pointing to the nurse ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Aaron, I see thou wilt not trust the air [1] => With secrets. ) ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => For this care of Tamora, [1] => Herself and hers are highly bound to thee. ) ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now to the Goths, as swift as swallow flies; [1] => There to dispose this treasure in mine arms, [2] => And secretly to greet the empress' friends. [3] => Come on, you thick lipp'd slave, I'll bear you hence; [4] => For it is you that puts us to our shifts: [5] => I'll make you feed on berries and on roots, [6] => And feed on curds and whey, and suck the goat, [7] => And cabin in a cave, and bring you up [8] => To be a warrior, and command a camp. ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. The same. A public place. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter TITUS, bearing arrows with letters at the ends of them; with him, MARCUS, Young LUCIUS, PUBLIUS, SEMPRONIUS, CAIUS, and other Gentlemen, with bows [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, Marcus; come, kinsmen; this is the way. [1] => Sir boy, now let me see your archery; [2] => Look ye draw home enough, and 'tis there straight. [3] => Terras Astraea reliquit: [4] => Be you remember'd, Marcus, she's gone, she's fled. [5] => Sirs, take you to your tools. You, cousins, shall [6] => Go sound the ocean, and cast your nets; [7] => Happily you may catch her in the sea; [8] => Yet there's as little justice as at land: [9] => No; Publius and Sempronius, you must do it; [10] => 'Tis you must dig with mattock and with spade, [11] => And pierce the inmost centre of the earth: [12] => Then, when you come to Pluto's region, [13] => I pray you, deliver him this petition; [14] => Tell him, it is for justice and for aid, [15] => And that it comes from old Andronicus, [16] => Shaken with sorrows in ungrateful Rome. [17] => Ah, Rome! Well, well; I made thee miserable [18] => What time I threw the people's suffrages [19] => On him that thus doth tyrannize o'er me. [20] => Go, get you gone; and pray be careful all, [21] => And leave you not a man-of-war unsearch'd: [22] => This wicked emperor may have shipp'd her hence; [23] => And, kinsmen, then we may go pipe for justice. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O Publius, is not this a heavy case, [1] => To see thy noble uncle thus distract? ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PUBLIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Therefore, my lord, it highly us concerns [1] => By day and night to attend him carefully, [2] => And feed his humour kindly as we may, [3] => Till time beget some careful remedy. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Kinsmen, his sorrows are past remedy. [1] => Join with the Goths; and with revengeful war [2] => Take wreak on Rome for this ingratitude, [3] => And vengeance on the traitor Saturnine. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Publius, how now! how now, my masters! [1] => What, have you met with her? ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PUBLIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, my good lord; but Pluto sends you word, [1] => If you will have Revenge from hell, you shall: [2] => Marry, for Justice, she is so employ'd, [3] => He thinks, with Jove in heaven, or somewhere else, [4] => So that perforce you must needs stay a time. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He doth me wrong to feed me with delays. [1] => I'll dive into the burning lake below, [2] => And pull her out of Acheron by the heels. [3] => Marcus, we are but shrubs, no cedars we [4] => No big-boned men framed of the Cyclops' size; [5] => But metal, Marcus, steel to the very back, [6] => Yet wrung with wrongs more than our backs can bear: [7] => And, sith there's no justice in earth nor hell, [8] => We will solicit heaven and move the gods [9] => To send down Justice for to wreak our wrongs. [10] => Come, to this gear. You are a good archer, Marcus; [11] => 'Ad Jovem,' that's for you: here, 'Ad Apollinem:' [12] => 'Ad Martem,' that's for myself: [13] => Here, boy, to Pallas: here, to Mercury: [14] => To Saturn, Caius, not to Saturnine; [15] => You were as good to shoot against the wind. [16] => To it, boy! Marcus, loose when I bid. [17] => Of my word, I have written to effect; [18] => There's not a god left unsolicited. ) [STAGEDIR] => He gives them the arrows ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Kinsmen, shoot all your shafts into the court: [1] => We will afflict the emperor in his pride. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now, masters, draw. [1] => O, well said, Lucius! [2] => Good boy, in Virgo's lap; give it Pallas. ) [STAGEDIR] => They shoot ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, I aim a mile beyond the moon; [1] => Your letter is with Jupiter by this. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ha, ha! [1] => Publius, Publius, what hast thou done? [2] => See, see, thou hast shot off one of Taurus' horns. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This was the sport, my lord: when Publius shot, [1] => The Bull, being gall'd, gave Aries such a knock [2] => That down fell both the Ram's horns in the court; [3] => And who should find them but the empress' villain? [4] => She laugh'd, and told the Moor he should not choose [5] => But give them to his master for a present. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, there it goes: God give his lordship joy! [1] => News, news from heaven! Marcus, the post is come. [2] => Sirrah, what tidings? have you any letters? [3] => Shall I have justice? what says Jupiter? ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter a Clown, with a basket, and two pigeons in it ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, the gibbet-maker! he says that he hath taken [1] => them down again, for the man must not be hanged till [2] => the next week. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => But what says Jupiter, I ask thee? ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Alas, sir, I know not Jupiter; I never drank with him [1] => in all my life. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Why, villain, art not thou the carrier? ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Ay, of my pigeons, sir; nothing else. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Why, didst thou not come from heaven? ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => From heaven! alas, sir, I never came there God [1] => forbid I should be so bold to press to heaven in my [2] => young days. Why, I am going with my pigeons to the [3] => tribunal plebs, to take up a matter of brawl [4] => betwixt my uncle and one of the emperial's men. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, sir, that is as fit as can be to serve for [1] => your oration; and let him deliver the pigeons to [2] => the emperor from you. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Tell me, can you deliver an oration to the emperor [1] => with a grace? ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Nay, truly, sir, I could never say grace in all my life. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sirrah, come hither: make no more ado, [1] => But give your pigeons to the emperor: [2] => By me thou shalt have justice at his hands. [3] => Hold, hold; meanwhile here's money for thy charges. [4] => Give me pen and ink. Sirrah, can you with a grace [5] => deliver a supplication? ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Ay, sir. ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then here is a supplication for you. And when you [1] => come to him, at the first approach you must kneel, [2] => then kiss his foot, then deliver up your pigeons, and [3] => then look for your reward. I'll be at hand, sir; see [4] => you do it bravely. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => I warrant you, sir, let me alone. ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sirrah, hast thou a knife? come, let me see it. [1] => Here, Marcus, fold it in the oration; [2] => For thou hast made it like an humble suppliant. [3] => And when thou hast given it the emperor, [4] => Knock at my door, and tell me what he says. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => God be with you, sir; I will. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Come, Marcus, let us go. Publius, follow me. ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE IV. The same. Before the palace. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter SATURNINUS, TAMORA, DEMETRIUS, CHIRON, Lords, and others; SATURNINUS with the arrows in his hand that TITUS shot [1] => SATURNINUS reads the letter [2] => Exit, guarded [3] => Exit [4] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SATURNINUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, lords, what wrongs are these! was ever seen [1] => An emperor in Rome thus overborne, [2] => Troubled, confronted thus; and, for the extent [3] => Of egal justice, used in such contempt? [4] => My lords, you know, as know the mightful gods, [5] => However these disturbers of our peace [6] => Buz in the people's ears, there nought hath pass'd, [7] => But even with law, against the willful sons [8] => Of old Andronicus. And what an if [9] => His sorrows have so overwhelm'd his wits, [10] => Shall we be thus afflicted in his wreaks, [11] => His fits, his frenzy, and his bitterness? [12] => And now he writes to heaven for his redress: [13] => See, here's to Jove, and this to Mercury; [14] => This to Apollo; this to the god of war; [15] => Sweet scrolls to fly about the streets of Rome! [16] => What's this but libelling against the senate, [17] => And blazoning our injustice every where? [18] => A goodly humour, is it not, my lords? [19] => As who would say, in Rome no justice were. [20] => But if I live, his feigned ecstasies [21] => Shall be no shelter to these outrages: [22] => But he and his shall know that justice lives [23] => In Saturninus' health, whom, if she sleep, [24] => He'll so awake as she in fury shall [25] => Cut off the proud'st conspirator that lives. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TAMORA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My gracious lord, my lovely Saturnine, [1] => Lord of my life, commander of my thoughts, [2] => Calm thee, and bear the faults of Titus' age, [3] => The effects of sorrow for his valiant sons, [4] => Whose loss hath pierced him deep and scarr'd his heart; [5] => And rather comfort his distressed plight [6] => Than prosecute the meanest or the best [7] => For these contempts. [8] => Why, thus it shall become [9] => High-witted Tamora to gloze with all: [10] => But, Titus, I have touched thee to the quick, [11] => Thy life-blood out: if Aaron now be wise, [12] => Then is all safe, the anchor's in the port. [13] => How now, good fellow! wouldst thou speak with us? ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Aside [1] => Enter Clown ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Yea, forsooth, an your mistership be emperial. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TAMORA [LINE] => Empress I am, but yonder sits the emperor. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis he. God and Saint Stephen give you good den: [1] => I have brought you a letter and a couple of pigeons here. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SATURNINUS [LINE] => Go, take him away, and hang him presently. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => How much money must I have? ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TAMORA [LINE] => Come, sirrah, you must be hanged. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Clown [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hanged! by'r lady, then I have brought up a neck to [1] => a fair end. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SATURNINUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Despiteful and intolerable wrongs! [1] => Shall I endure this monstrous villany? [2] => I know from whence this same device proceeds: [3] => May this be borne?--as if his traitorous sons, [4] => That died by law for murder of our brother, [5] => Have by my means been butcher'd wrongfully! [6] => Go, drag the villain hither by the hair; [7] => Nor age nor honour shall shape privilege: [8] => For this proud mock I'll be thy slaughterman; [9] => Sly frantic wretch, that holp'st to make me great, [10] => In hope thyself should govern Rome and me. [11] => What news with thee, AEmilius? ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter AEMILIUS ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AEMILIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Arm, arm, my lord;--Rome never had more cause. [1] => The Goths have gather'd head; and with a power [2] => high-resolved men, bent to the spoil, [3] => They hither march amain, under conduct [4] => Of Lucius, son to old Andronicus; [5] => Who threats, in course of this revenge, to do [6] => As much as ever Coriolanus did. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SATURNINUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Is warlike Lucius general of the Goths? [1] => These tidings nip me, and I hang the head [2] => As flowers with frost or grass beat down with storms: [3] => Ay, now begin our sorrows to approach: [4] => 'Tis he the common people love so much; [5] => Myself hath often over-heard them say, [6] => When I have walked like a private man, [7] => That Lucius' banishment was wrongfully, [8] => And they have wish'd that Lucius were their emperor. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TAMORA [LINE] => Why should you fear? is not your city strong? ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SATURNINUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, but the citizens favor Lucius, [1] => And will revolt from me to succor him. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TAMORA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => King, be thy thoughts imperious, like thy name. [1] => Is the sun dimm'd, that gnats do fly in it? [2] => The eagle suffers little birds to sing, [3] => And is not careful what they mean thereby, [4] => Knowing that with the shadow of his wings [5] => He can at pleasure stint their melody: [6] => Even so mayst thou the giddy men of Rome. [7] => Then cheer thy spirit : for know, thou emperor, [8] => I will enchant the old Andronicus [9] => With words more sweet, and yet more dangerous, [10] => Than baits to fish, or honey-stalks to sheep, [11] => When as the one is wounded with the bait, [12] => The other rotted with delicious feed. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SATURNINUS [LINE] => But he will not entreat his son for us. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TAMORA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If Tamora entreat him, then he will: [1] => For I can smooth and fill his aged ear [2] => With golden promises; that, were his heart [3] => Almost impregnable, his old ears deaf, [4] => Yet should both ear and heart obey my tongue. [5] => Go thou before, be our ambassador: [6] => Say that the emperor requests a parley [7] => Of warlike Lucius, and appoint the meeting [8] => Even at his father's house, the old Andronicus. ) [STAGEDIR] => To AEmilius ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SATURNINUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => AEmilius, do this message honourably: [1] => And if he stand on hostage for his safety, [2] => Bid him demand what pledge will please him best. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AEMILIUS [LINE] => Your bidding shall I do effectually. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TAMORA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now will I to that old Andronicus; [1] => And temper him with all the art I have, [2] => To pluck proud Lucius from the warlike Goths. [3] => And now, sweet emperor, be blithe again, [4] => And bury all thy fear in my devices. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SATURNINUS [LINE] => Then go successantly, and plead to him. ) ) ) ) ) [4] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT V [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. Plains near Rome. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter LUCIUS with an army of Goths, with drum and colours [1] => Enter a Goth, leading AARON with his Child in his arms [2] => A ladder brought, which AARON is made to ascend [3] => Enter a Goth [4] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Approved warriors, and my faithful friends, [1] => I have received letters from great Rome, [2] => Which signify what hate they bear their emperor [3] => And how desirous of our sight they are. [4] => Therefore, great lords, be, as your titles witness, [5] => Imperious and impatient of your wrongs, [6] => And wherein Rome hath done you any scath, [7] => Let him make treble satisfaction. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Goth [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Brave slip, sprung from the great Andronicus, [1] => Whose name was once our terror, now our comfort; [2] => Whose high exploits and honourable deeds [3] => Ingrateful Rome requites with foul contempt, [4] => Be bold in us: we'll follow where thou lead'st, [5] => Like stinging bees in hottest summer's day [6] => Led by their master to the flowered fields, [7] => And be avenged on cursed Tamora. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => All the Goths [LINE] => And as he saith, so say we all with him. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I humbly thank him, and I thank you all. [1] => But who comes here, led by a lusty Goth? ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Goth [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Renowned Lucius, from our troops I stray'd [1] => To gaze upon a ruinous monastery; [2] => And, as I earnestly did fix mine eye [3] => Upon the wasted building, suddenly [4] => I heard a child cry underneath a wall. [5] => I made unto the noise; when soon I heard [6] => The crying babe controll'd with this discourse: [7] => 'Peace, tawny slave, half me and half thy dam! [8] => Did not thy hue bewray whose brat thou art, [9] => Had nature lent thee but thy mother's look, [10] => Villain, thou mightst have been an emperor: [11] => But where the bull and cow are both milk-white, [12] => They never do beget a coal-black calf. [13] => Peace, villain, peace!'--even thus he rates [14] => the babe,-- [15] => 'For I must bear thee to a trusty Goth; [16] => Who, when he knows thou art the empress' babe, [17] => Will hold thee dearly for thy mother's sake.' [18] => With this, my weapon drawn, I rush'd upon him, [19] => Surprised him suddenly, and brought him hither, [20] => To use as you think needful of the man. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O worthy Goth, this is the incarnate devil [1] => That robb'd Andronicus of his good hand; [2] => This is the pearl that pleased your empress' eye, [3] => And here's the base fruit of his burning lust. [4] => Say, wall-eyed slave, whither wouldst thou convey [5] => This growing image of thy fiend-like face? [6] => Why dost not speak? what, deaf? not a word? [7] => A halter, soldiers! hang him on this tree. [8] => And by his side his fruit of bastardy. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Touch not the boy; he is of royal blood. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Too like the sire for ever being good. [1] => First hang the child, that he may see it sprawl; [2] => A sight to vex the father's soul withal. [3] => Get me a ladder. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Lucius, save the child, [1] => And bear it from me to the empress. [2] => If thou do this, I'll show thee wondrous things, [3] => That highly may advantage thee to hear: [4] => If thou wilt not, befall what may befall, [5] => I'll speak no more but 'Vengeance rot you all!' ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Say on: an if it please me which thou speak'st [1] => Thy child shall live, and I will see it nourish'd. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => An if it please thee! why, assure thee, Lucius, [1] => 'Twill vex thy soul to hear what I shall speak; [2] => For I must talk of murders, rapes and massacres, [3] => Acts of black night, abominable deeds, [4] => Complots of mischief, treason, villanies [5] => Ruthful to hear, yet piteously perform'd: [6] => And this shall all be buried by my death, [7] => Unless thou swear to me my child shall live. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Tell on thy mind; I say thy child shall live. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Swear that he shall, and then I will begin. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Who should I swear by? thou believest no god: [1] => That granted, how canst thou believe an oath? ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What if I do not? as, indeed, I do not; [1] => Yet, for I know thou art religious [2] => And hast a thing within thee called conscience, [3] => With twenty popish tricks and ceremonies, [4] => Which I have seen thee careful to observe, [5] => Therefore I urge thy oath; for that I know [6] => An idiot holds his bauble for a god [7] => And keeps the oath which by that god he swears, [8] => To that I'll urge him: therefore thou shalt vow [9] => By that same god, what god soe'er it be, [10] => That thou adorest and hast in reverence, [11] => To save my boy, to nourish and bring him up; [12] => Or else I will discover nought to thee. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Even by my god I swear to thee I will. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => First know thou, I begot him on the empress. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => O most insatiate and luxurious woman! ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Tut, Lucius, this was but a deed of charity [1] => To that which thou shalt hear of me anon. [2] => 'Twas her two sons that murder'd Bassianus; [3] => They cut thy sister's tongue and ravish'd her [4] => And cut her hands and trimm'd her as thou saw'st. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => O detestable villain! call'st thou that trimming? ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, she was wash'd and cut and trimm'd, and 'twas [1] => Trim sport for them that had the doing of it. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => O barbarous, beastly villains, like thyself! ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Indeed, I was their tutor to instruct them: [1] => That codding spirit had they from their mother, [2] => As sure a card as ever won the set; [3] => That bloody mind, I think, they learn'd of me, [4] => As true a dog as ever fought at head. [5] => Well, let my deeds be witness of my worth. [6] => I train'd thy brethren to that guileful hole [7] => Where the dead corpse of Bassianus lay: [8] => I wrote the letter that thy father found [9] => And hid the gold within the letter mention'd, [10] => Confederate with the queen and her two sons: [11] => And what not done, that thou hast cause to rue, [12] => Wherein I had no stroke of mischief in it? [13] => I play'd the cheater for thy father's hand, [14] => And, when I had it, drew myself apart [15] => And almost broke my heart with extreme laughter: [16] => I pry'd me through the crevice of a wall [17] => When, for his hand, he had his two sons' heads; [18] => Beheld his tears, and laugh'd so heartily, [19] => That both mine eyes were rainy like to his : [20] => And when I told the empress of this sport, [21] => She swooned almost at my pleasing tale, [22] => And for my tidings gave me twenty kisses. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Goth [LINE] => What, canst thou say all this, and never blush? ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Ay, like a black dog, as the saying is. ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Art thou not sorry for these heinous deeds? ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, that I had not done a thousand more. [1] => Even now I curse the day--and yet, I think, [2] => Few come within the compass of my curse,-- [3] => Wherein I did not some notorious ill, [4] => As kill a man, or else devise his death, [5] => Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it, [6] => Accuse some innocent and forswear myself, [7] => Set deadly enmity between two friends, [8] => Make poor men's cattle break their necks; [9] => Set fire on barns and hay-stacks in the night, [10] => And bid the owners quench them with their tears. [11] => Oft have I digg'd up dead men from their graves, [12] => And set them upright at their dear friends' doors, [13] => Even when their sorrows almost were forgot; [14] => And on their skins, as on the bark of trees, [15] => Have with my knife carved in Roman letters, [16] => 'Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead.' [17] => Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful things [18] => As willingly as one would kill a fly, [19] => And nothing grieves me heartily indeed [20] => But that I cannot do ten thousand more. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Bring down the devil; for he must not die [1] => So sweet a death as hanging presently. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If there be devils, would I were a devil, [1] => To live and burn in everlasting fire, [2] => So I might have your company in hell, [3] => But to torment you with my bitter tongue! ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Sirs, stop his mouth, and let him speak no more. ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Goth [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, there is a messenger from Rome [1] => Desires to be admitted to your presence. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let him come near. [1] => Welcome, AEmilius what's the news from Rome? ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter AEMILIUS ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AEMILIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Lord Lucius, and you princes of the Goths, [1] => The Roman emperor greets you all by me; [2] => And, for he understands you are in arms, [3] => He craves a parley at your father's house, [4] => Willing you to demand your hostages, [5] => And they shall be immediately deliver'd. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Goth [LINE] => What says our general? ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => AEmilius, let the emperor give his pledges [1] => Unto my father and my uncle Marcus, [2] => And we will come. March away. ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. Rome. Before TITUS's house. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter TAMORA, DEMETRIUS, and CHIRON, disguised [1] => They knock [2] => Enter TITUS, above [3] => Exit above [4] => Enter TITUS below [5] => Exit [6] => Exit TAMORA [7] => Enter PUBLIUS and others [8] => Exit [9] => PUBLIUS, &c. lay hold on CHIRON and DEMETRIUS [10] => Re-enter TITUS, with LAVINIA; he bearing a knife, and she a basin [11] => Exeunt, bearing the dead bodies ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TAMORA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thus, in this strange and sad habiliment, [1] => I will encounter with Andronicus, [2] => And say I am Revenge, sent from below [3] => To join with him and right his heinous wrongs. [4] => Knock at his study, where, they say, he keeps, [5] => To ruminate strange plots of dire revenge; [6] => Tell him Revenge is come to join with him, [7] => And work confusion on his enemies. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Who doth molest my contemplation? [1] => Is it your trick to make me ope the door, [2] => That so my sad decrees may fly away, [3] => And all my study be to no effect? [4] => You are deceived: for what I mean to do [5] => See here in bloody lines I have set down; [6] => And what is written shall be executed. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TAMORA [LINE] => Titus, I am come to talk with thee. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, not a word; how can I grace my talk, [1] => Wanting a hand to give it action? [2] => Thou hast the odds of me; therefore no more. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TAMORA [LINE] => If thou didst know me, thou wouldest talk with me. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am not mad; I know thee well enough: [1] => Witness this wretched stump, witness these crimson lines; [2] => Witness these trenches made by grief and care, [3] => Witness the tiring day and heavy night; [4] => Witness all sorrow, that I know thee well [5] => For our proud empress, mighty Tamora: [6] => Is not thy coming for my other hand? ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TAMORA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Know, thou sad man, I am not Tamora; [1] => She is thy enemy, and I thy friend: [2] => I am Revenge: sent from the infernal kingdom, [3] => To ease the gnawing vulture of thy mind, [4] => By working wreakful vengeance on thy foes. [5] => Come down, and welcome me to this world's light; [6] => Confer with me of murder and of death: [7] => There's not a hollow cave or lurking-place, [8] => No vast obscurity or misty vale, [9] => Where bloody murder or detested rape [10] => Can couch for fear, but I will find them out; [11] => And in their ears tell them my dreadful name, [12] => Revenge, which makes the foul offender quake. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Art thou Revenge? and art thou sent to me, [1] => To be a torment to mine enemies? ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TAMORA [LINE] => I am; therefore come down, and welcome me. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Do me some service, ere I come to thee. [1] => Lo, by thy side where Rape and Murder stands; [2] => Now give me some surance that thou art Revenge, [3] => Stab them, or tear them on thy chariot-wheels; [4] => And then I'll come and be thy waggoner, [5] => And whirl along with thee about the globe. [6] => Provide thee two proper palfreys, black as jet, [7] => To hale thy vengeful waggon swift away, [8] => And find out murderers in their guilty caves: [9] => And when thy car is loaden with their heads, [10] => I will dismount, and by the waggon-wheel [11] => Trot, like a servile footman, all day long, [12] => Even from Hyperion's rising in the east [13] => Until his very downfall in the sea: [14] => And day by day I'll do this heavy task, [15] => So thou destroy Rapine and Murder there. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TAMORA [LINE] => These are my ministers, and come with me. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Are these thy ministers? what are they call'd? ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TAMORA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Rapine and Murder; therefore called so, [1] => Cause they take vengeance of such kind of men. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good Lord, how like the empress' sons they are! [1] => And you, the empress! but we worldly men [2] => Have miserable, mad, mistaking eyes. [3] => O sweet Revenge, now do I come to thee; [4] => And, if one arm's embracement will content thee, [5] => I will embrace thee in it by and by. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TAMORA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This closing with him fits his lunacy [1] => Whate'er I forge to feed his brain-sick fits, [2] => Do you uphold and maintain in your speeches, [3] => For now he firmly takes me for Revenge; [4] => And, being credulous in this mad thought, [5] => I'll make him send for Lucius his son; [6] => And, whilst I at a banquet hold him sure, [7] => I'll find some cunning practise out of hand, [8] => To scatter and disperse the giddy Goths, [9] => Or, at the least, make them his enemies. [10] => See, here he comes, and I must ply my theme. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Long have I been forlorn, and all for thee: [1] => Welcome, dread Fury, to my woful house: [2] => Rapine and Murder, you are welcome too. [3] => How like the empress and her sons you are! [4] => Well are you fitted, had you but a Moor: [5] => Could not all hell afford you such a devil? [6] => For well I wot the empress never wags [7] => But in her company there is a Moor; [8] => And, would you represent our queen aright, [9] => It were convenient you had such a devil: [10] => But welcome, as you are. What shall we do? ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TAMORA [LINE] => What wouldst thou have us do, Andronicus? ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Show me a murderer, I'll deal with him. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Show me a villain that hath done a rape, [1] => And I am sent to be revenged on him. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TAMORA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Show me a thousand that have done thee wrong, [1] => And I will be revenged on them all. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Look round about the wicked streets of Rome; [1] => And when thou find'st a man that's like thyself. [2] => Good Murder, stab him; he's a murderer. [3] => Go thou with him; and when it is thy hap [4] => To find another that is like to thee, [5] => Good Rapine, stab him; he's a ravisher. [6] => Go thou with them; and in the emperor's court [7] => There is a queen, attended by a Moor; [8] => Well mayst thou know her by thy own proportion, [9] => for up and down she doth resemble thee: [10] => I pray thee, do on them some violent death; [11] => They have been violent to me and mine. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TAMORA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well hast thou lesson'd us; this shall we do. [1] => But would it please thee, good Andronicus, [2] => To send for Lucius, thy thrice-valiant son, [3] => Who leads towards Rome a band of warlike Goths, [4] => And bid him come and banquet at thy house; [5] => When he is here, even at thy solemn feast, [6] => I will bring in the empress and her sons, [7] => The emperor himself and all thy foes; [8] => And at thy mercy shalt they stoop and kneel, [9] => And on them shalt thou ease thy angry heart. [10] => What says Andronicus to this device? ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Marcus, my brother! 'tis sad Titus calls. [1] => Go, gentle Marcus, to thy nephew Lucius; [2] => Thou shalt inquire him out among the Goths: [3] => Bid him repair to me, and bring with him [4] => Some of the chiefest princes of the Goths; [5] => Bid him encamp his soldiers where they are: [6] => Tell him the emperor and the empress too [7] => Feast at my house, and he shall feast with them. [8] => This do thou for my love; and so let him, [9] => As he regards his aged father's life. ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter MARCUS ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => This will I do, and soon return again. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TAMORA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now will I hence about thy business, [1] => And take my ministers along with me. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, nay, let Rape and Murder stay with me; [1] => Or else I'll call my brother back again, [2] => And cleave to no revenge but Lucius. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TAMORA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside to her sons ) [1] => bide with him, [2] => Whiles I go tell my lord the emperor [3] => How I have govern'd our determined jest? [4] => Yield to his humour, smooth and speak him fair, [5] => And tarry with him till I turn again. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => And will o'erreach them in their own devices: [2] => A pair of cursed hell-hounds and their dam! ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Madam, depart at pleasure; leave us here. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TAMORA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Farewell, Andronicus: Revenge now goes [1] => To lay a complot to betray thy foes. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => I know thou dost; and, sweet Revenge, farewell. ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHIRON [LINE] => Tell us, old man, how shall we be employ'd? ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Tut, I have work enough for you to do. [1] => Publius, come hither, Caius, and Valentine! ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PUBLIUS [LINE] => What is your will? ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Know you these two? ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PUBLIUS [LINE] => The empress' sons, I take them, Chiron and Demetrius. ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fie, Publius, fie! thou art too much deceived; [1] => The one is Murder, Rape is the other's name; [2] => And therefore bind them, gentle Publius. [3] => Caius and Valentine, lay hands on them. [4] => Oft have you heard me wish for such an hour, [5] => And now I find it; therefore bind them sure, [6] => And stop their mouths, if they begin to cry. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHIRON [LINE] => Villains, forbear! we are the empress' sons. ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PUBLIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And therefore do we what we are commanded. [1] => Stop close their mouths, let them not speak a word. [2] => Is he sure bound? look that you bind them fast. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, come, Lavinia; look, thy foes are bound. [1] => Sirs, stop their mouths, let them not speak to me; [2] => But let them hear what fearful words I utter. [3] => O villains, Chiron and Demetrius! [4] => Here stands the spring whom you have stain'd with mud, [5] => This goodly summer with your winter mix'd. [6] => You kill'd her husband, and for that vile fault [7] => Two of her brothers were condemn'd to death, [8] => My hand cut off and made a merry jest; [9] => Both her sweet hands, her tongue, and that more dear [10] => Than hands or tongue, her spotless chastity, [11] => Inhuman traitors, you constrain'd and forced. [12] => What would you say, if I should let you speak? [13] => Villains, for shame you could not beg for grace. [14] => Hark, wretches! how I mean to martyr you. [15] => This one hand yet is left to cut your throats, [16] => Whilst that Lavinia 'tween her stumps doth hold [17] => The basin that receives your guilty blood. [18] => You know your mother means to feast with me, [19] => And calls herself Revenge, and thinks me mad: [20] => Hark, villains! I will grind your bones to dust [21] => And with your blood and it I'll make a paste, [22] => And of the paste a coffin I will rear [23] => And make two pasties of your shameful heads, [24] => And bid that strumpet, your unhallow'd dam, [25] => Like to the earth swallow her own increase. [26] => This is the feast that I have bid her to, [27] => And this the banquet she shall surfeit on; [28] => For worse than Philomel you used my daughter, [29] => And worse than Progne I will be revenged: [30] => And now prepare your throats. Lavinia, come, [31] => Receive the blood: and when that they are dead, [32] => Let me go grind their bones to powder small [33] => And with this hateful liquor temper it; [34] => And in that paste let their vile heads be baked. [35] => Come, come, be every one officious [36] => To make this banquet; which I wish may prove [37] => More stern and bloody than the Centaurs' feast. [38] => So, now bring them in, for I'll play the cook, [39] => And see them ready 'gainst their mother comes. ) [STAGEDIR] => He cuts their throats ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. Court of TITUS's house. A banquet set out. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter LUCIUS, MARCUS, and Goths, with AARON prisoner [1] => Enter SATURNINUS and TAMORA, with AEMILIUS, Tribunes, Senators, and others [2] => Hautboys sound. The Company sit down at table [3] => Enter TITUS dressed like a Cook, LAVINIA veiled, Young LUCIUS, and others. TITUS places the dishes on the table [4] => Kills TAMORA [5] => Kills TITUS [6] => Kills SATURNINUS. A great tumult. LUCIUS, MARCUS, and others go up into the balcony [7] => Exeunt Attendants [8] => LUCIUS, MARCUS, and the others descend [9] => Re-enter Attendants with AARON [10] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Uncle Marcus, since it is my father's mind [1] => That I repair to Rome, I am content. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Goth [LINE] => And ours with thine, befall what fortune will. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good uncle, take you in this barbarous Moor, [1] => This ravenous tiger, this accursed devil; [2] => Let him receive no sustenance, fetter him [3] => Till he be brought unto the empress' face, [4] => For testimony of her foul proceedings: [5] => And see the ambush of our friends be strong; [6] => I fear the emperor means no good to us. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Some devil whisper curses in mine ear, [1] => And prompt me, that my tongue may utter forth [2] => The venomous malice of my swelling heart! ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Away, inhuman dog! unhallow'd slave! [1] => Sirs, help our uncle to convey him in. [2] => The trumpets show the emperor is at hand. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exeunt Goths, with AARON. Flourish within ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SATURNINUS [LINE] => What, hath the firmament more suns than one? ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => What boots it thee to call thyself a sun? ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Rome's emperor, and nephew, break the parle; [1] => These quarrels must be quietly debated. [2] => The feast is ready, which the careful Titus [3] => Hath ordain'd to an honourable end, [4] => For peace, for love, for league, and good to Rome: [5] => Please you, therefore, draw nigh, and take your places. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SATURNINUS [LINE] => Marcus, we will. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Welcome, my gracious lord; welcome, dread queen; [1] => Welcome, ye warlike Goths; welcome, Lucius; [2] => And welcome, all: although the cheer be poor, [3] => 'Twill fill your stomachs; please you eat of it. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SATURNINUS [LINE] => Why art thou thus attired, Andronicus? ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Because I would be sure to have all well, [1] => To entertain your highness and your empress. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TAMORA [LINE] => We are beholding to you, good Andronicus. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => An if your highness knew my heart, you were. [1] => My lord the emperor, resolve me this: [2] => Was it well done of rash Virginius [3] => To slay his daughter with his own right hand, [4] => Because she was enforced, stain'd, and deflower'd? ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SATURNINUS [LINE] => It was, Andronicus. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Your reason, mighty lord? ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SATURNINUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Because the girl should not survive her shame, [1] => And by her presence still renew his sorrows. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A reason mighty, strong, and effectual; [1] => A pattern, precedent, and lively warrant, [2] => For me, most wretched, to perform the like. [3] => Die, die, Lavinia, and thy shame with thee; [4] => And, with thy shame, thy father's sorrow die! ) [STAGEDIR] => Kills LAVINIA ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SATURNINUS [LINE] => What hast thou done, unnatural and unkind? ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Kill'd her, for whom my tears have made me blind. [1] => I am as woful as Virginius was, [2] => And have a thousand times more cause than he [3] => To do this outrage: and it now is done. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SATURNINUS [LINE] => What, was she ravish'd? tell who did the deed. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Will't please you eat? will't please your [1] => highness feed? ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TAMORA [LINE] => Why hast thou slain thine only daughter thus? ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not I; 'twas Chiron and Demetrius: [1] => They ravish'd her, and cut away her tongue; [2] => And they, 'twas they, that did her all this wrong. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SATURNINUS [LINE] => Go fetch them hither to us presently. ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, there they are both, baked in that pie; [1] => Whereof their mother daintily hath fed, [2] => Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred. [3] => 'Tis true, 'tis true; witness my knife's sharp point. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SATURNINUS [LINE] => Die, frantic wretch, for this accursed deed! ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Can the son's eye behold his father bleed? [1] => There's meed for meed, death for a deadly deed! ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You sad-faced men, people and sons of Rome, [1] => By uproar sever'd, like a flight of fowl [2] => Scatter'd by winds and high tempestuous gusts, [3] => O, let me teach you how to knit again [4] => This scatter'd corn into one mutual sheaf, [5] => These broken limbs again into one body; [6] => Lest Rome herself be bane unto herself, [7] => And she whom mighty kingdoms court'sy to, [8] => Like a forlorn and desperate castaway, [9] => Do shameful execution on herself. [10] => But if my frosty signs and chaps of age, [11] => Grave witnesses of true experience, [12] => Cannot induce you to attend my words, [13] => Speak, Rome's dear friend, as erst our ancestor, [14] => When with his solemn tongue he did discourse [15] => To love-sick Dido's sad attending ear [16] => The story of that baleful burning night [17] => When subtle Greeks surprised King Priam's Troy, [18] => Tell us what Sinon hath bewitch'd our ears, [19] => Or who hath brought the fatal engine in [20] => That gives our Troy, our Rome, the civil wound. [21] => My heart is not compact of flint nor steel; [22] => Nor can I utter all our bitter grief, [23] => But floods of tears will drown my oratory, [24] => And break my utterance, even in the time [25] => When it should move you to attend me most, [26] => Lending your kind commiseration. [27] => Here is a captain, let him tell the tale; [28] => Your hearts will throb and weep to hear him speak. ) [STAGEDIR] => To LUCIUS ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then, noble auditory, be it known to you, [1] => That cursed Chiron and Demetrius [2] => Were they that murdered our emperor's brother; [3] => And they it were that ravished our sister: [4] => For their fell faults our brothers were beheaded; [5] => Our father's tears despised, and basely cozen'd [6] => Of that true hand that fought Rome's quarrel out, [7] => And sent her enemies unto the grave. [8] => Lastly, myself unkindly banished, [9] => The gates shut on me, and turn'd weeping out, [10] => To beg relief among Rome's enemies: [11] => Who drown'd their enmity in my true tears. [12] => And oped their arms to embrace me as a friend. [13] => I am the turned forth, be it known to you, [14] => That have preserved her welfare in my blood; [15] => And from her bosom took the enemy's point, [16] => Sheathing the steel in my adventurous body. [17] => Alas, you know I am no vaunter, I; [18] => My scars can witness, dumb although they are, [19] => That my report is just and full of truth. [20] => But, soft! methinks I do digress too much, [21] => Citing my worthless praise: O, pardon me; [22] => For when no friends are by, men praise themselves. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now is my turn to speak. Behold this child: [1] => Of this was Tamora delivered; [2] => The issue of an irreligious Moor, [3] => Chief architect and plotter of these woes: [4] => The villain is alive in Titus' house, [5] => And as he is, to witness this is true. [6] => Now judge what cause had Titus to revenge [7] => These wrongs, unspeakable, past patience, [8] => Or more than any living man could bear. [9] => Now you have heard the truth, what say you, Romans? [10] => Have we done aught amiss,--show us wherein, [11] => And, from the place where you behold us now, [12] => The poor remainder of Andronici [13] => Will, hand in hand, all headlong cast us down. [14] => And on the ragged stones beat forth our brains, [15] => And make a mutual closure of our house. [16] => Speak, Romans, speak; and if you say we shall, [17] => Lo, hand in hand, Lucius and I will fall. ) [STAGEDIR] => Pointing to the Child in the arms of an Attendant ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AEMILIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, come, thou reverend man of Rome, [1] => And bring our emperor gently in thy hand, [2] => Lucius our emperor; for well I know [3] => The common voice do cry it shall be so. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => All [LINE] => Lucius, all hail, Rome's royal emperor! ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go, go into old Titus' sorrowful house, [1] => And hither hale that misbelieving Moor, [2] => To be adjudged some direful slaughtering death, [3] => As punishment for his most wicked life. ) [STAGEDIR] => To Attendants ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => All [LINE] => Lucius, all hail, Rome's gracious governor! ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thanks, gentle Romans: may I govern so, [1] => To heal Rome's harms, and wipe away her woe! [2] => But, gentle people, give me aim awhile, [3] => For nature puts me to a heavy task: [4] => Stand all aloof: but, uncle, draw you near, [5] => To shed obsequious tears upon this trunk. [6] => O, take this warm kiss on thy pale cold lips, [7] => These sorrowful drops upon thy blood-stain'd face, [8] => The last true duties of thy noble son! ) [STAGEDIR] => Kissing TITUS ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCUS ANDRONICUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Tear for tear, and loving kiss for kiss, [1] => Thy brother Marcus tenders on thy lips: [2] => O were the sum of these that I should pay [3] => Countless and infinite, yet would I pay them! ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come hither, boy; come, come, and learn of us [1] => To melt in showers: thy grandsire loved thee well: [2] => Many a time he danced thee on his knee, [3] => Sung thee asleep, his loving breast thy pillow: [4] => Many a matter hath he told to thee, [5] => Meet and agreeing with thine infancy; [6] => In that respect, then, like a loving child, [7] => Shed yet some small drops from thy tender spring, [8] => Because kind nature doth require it so: [9] => Friends should associate friends in grief and woe: [10] => Bid him farewell; commit him to the grave; [11] => Do him that kindness, and take leave of him. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Young LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O grandsire, grandsire! even with all my heart [1] => Would I were dead, so you did live again! [2] => O Lord, I cannot speak to him for weeping; [3] => My tears will choke me, if I ope my mouth. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AEMILIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You sad Andronici, have done with woes: [1] => Give sentence on this execrable wretch, [2] => That hath been breeder of these dire events. ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Set him breast-deep in earth, and famish him; [1] => There let him stand, and rave, and cry for food; [2] => If any one relieves or pities him, [3] => For the offence he dies. This is our doom: [4] => Some stay to see him fasten'd in the earth. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AARON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, why should wrath be mute, and fury dumb? [1] => I am no baby, I, that with base prayers [2] => I should repent the evils I have done: [3] => Ten thousand worse than ever yet I did [4] => Would I perform, if I might have my will; [5] => If one good deed in all my life I did, [6] => I do repent it from my very soul. ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Some loving friends convey the emperor hence, [1] => And give him burial in his father's grave: [2] => My father and Lavinia shall forthwith [3] => Be closed in our household's monument. [4] => As for that heinous tiger, Tamora, [5] => No funeral rite, nor man m mourning weeds, [6] => No mournful bell shall ring her burial; [7] => But throw her forth to beasts and birds of prey: [8] => Her life was beast-like, and devoid of pity; [9] => And, being so, shall have like want of pity. [10] => See justice done on Aaron, that damn'd Moor, [11] => By whom our heavy haps had their beginning: [12] => Then, afterwards, to order well the state, [13] => That like events may ne'er it ruinate. ) ) ) ) ) ) ) )