THE TRAGEDY OF TITUS ANDRONICUS
Contents
ACT I
Scene I. Rome. Before the Capitol
ACT II
Scene I. Rome. Before the palace
Scene II. A Forest near Rome; a Lodge seen at a distance. Horns and cry of hounds heard
Scene III. A lonely part of the Forest
Scene IV. Another part of the Forest
ACT III
Scene I. Rome. A street
Scene II. Rome. A Room in TitusÕs House. A banquet set out
ACT IV
Scene I. Rome. Before TitusÕs House
Scene II. Rome. A Room in the Palace
Scene III. Rome. A public Place
Scene IV. Rome. Before the Palace
ACT V
Scene I. Plains near Rome
Scene II. Rome. Before TitusÕs House
Scene III. Rome. A Pavilion in TitusÕs Gardens, with tables, &c.
Dramatis Person¾
SATURNINUS, elder son to the late Emperor of Rome, afterwards Emperor
BASSIANUS, brother to Saturninus
TITUS ANDRONICUS, a noble Roman, General against the Goths
MARCUS ANDRONICUS, Tribune of the People, and brother to Titus
LAVINIA, daughter to Titus Andronicus
LUCIUS, son to Titus Andronicus
QUINTUS, son to Titus Andronicus
MARTIUS, son to Titus Andronicus
MUTIUS, son to Titus Andronicus
YOUNG LUCIUS, a boy, son to Lucius
PUBLIUS, son to Marcus the Tribune
SEMPRONIUS, kinsman to Titus
CAIUS, kinsman to Titus
VALENTINE, kinsman to Titus
AEMILIUS, a noble Roman
TAMORA, Queen of the Goths
AARON, a Moor, beloved by Tamora
ALARBUS, son to Tamora
DEMETRIUS, son to Tamora
CHIRON, son to Tamora
A CAPTAIN
MESSENGER
A NURSE, and a black child
CLOWN
Goths and Romans
Tribunes, Senators, Officers, Soldiers, and Attendants
SCENE: Rome, and the Country near it
ACT I
SCENE I. Rome. Before the Capitol
Enter the Tribunes and Senators aloft. And then enterÊSaturninusÊand his followers at one door, andÊBassianusÊand his followers at the other, with drums and trumpets.
SATURNINUS.
Noble patricians, patrons of my right,
Defend the justice of my cause with arms;
And, countrymen, my loving followers,
Plead my successive title with your swords.
I am his firstborn son that was the last
That wore the imperial diadem of Rome;
Then let my fatherÕs honours live in me,
Nor wrong mine age with this indignity.
BASSIANUS.
Romans, friends, followers, favourers of my right,
If ever Bassianus, CaesarÕs son,
Were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome,
Keep then this passage to the Capitol,
And suffer not dishonour to approach
The imperial seat, to virtue consecrate,
To justice, continence, and nobility;
But let desert in pure election shine,
And, Romans, fight for freedom in your choice.
EnterÊMarcus AndronicusÊaloft, holding the crown.
MARCUS.
Princes, that strive by factions and by friends
Ambitiously for rule and empery,
Know that the people of Rome, for whom we stand
A special party, have by common voice,
In election for the Roman empery,
Chosen Andronicus, surnamed Pius
For many good and great deserts to Rome.
A nobler man, a braver warrior,
Lives not this day within the city walls.
He by the senate is accited home
From weary wars against the barbarous Goths,
That with his sons, a terror to our foes,
Hath yoked a nation strong, trained up in arms.
Ten years are spent since first he undertook
This cause of Rome, and chastised with arms
Our enemiesÕ pride. Five times he hath returned
Bleeding to Rome, bearing his valiant sons
In coffins from the field.
And now at last, laden with honourÕs spoils,
Returns the good Andronicus to Rome,
Renowned Titus, flourishing in arms.
Let us entreat, by honour of his name
Whom worthily you would have now succeed,
And in the Capitol and senateÕs right,
Whom you pretend to honour and adore,
That you withdraw you and abate your strength,
Dismiss your followers, and, as suitors should,
Plead your deserts in peace and humbleness.
SATURNINUS.
How fair the tribune speaks to calm my thoughts!
BASSIANUS.
Marcus Andronicus, so I do affy
In thy uprightness and integrity,
And so I love and honour thee and thine,
Thy noble brother Titus and his sons,
And her to whom my thoughts are humbled all,
Gracious Lavinia, RomeÕs rich ornament,
That I will here dismiss my loving friends,
And to my fortunes and the peopleÕs favour
Commit my cause in balance to be weighed.
[Exeunt the followers ofÊBassianus.]
SATURNINUS.
Friends, that have been thus forward in my right,
I thank you all and here dismiss you all,
And to the love and favour of my country
Commit myself, my person, and the cause.
[Exeunt the followers ofÊSaturninus.]
Rome, be as just and gracious unto me
As I am confident and kind to thee.
Open the gates and let me in.
BASSIANUS.
Tribunes, and me, a poor competitor.
[Flourish. They go up into the Senate House.]
Enter aÊCaptain.
CAPTAIN.
Romans, make way! The good Andronicus,
Patron of virtue, RomeÕs best champion,
Successful in the battles that he fights,
With honour and with fortune is returned
From where he circumscribed with his sword
And brought to yoke the enemies of Rome.
Sound drums and trumpets, and then enter two of TitusÕ sons, and then two men bearing a coffin covered with black; then two other sons; thenÊTitus Andronicus;Êand thenÊTamora,Êthe Queen of Goths and her sonsÊAlarbus, ChironÊandÊDemetriusÊwithÊAaronÊthe Moor, and others as many as can be, then set down the coffin, andÊTitusÊspeaks.
TITUS.
Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning weeds!
Lo, as the bark that hath discharged her fraught
Returns with precious lading to the bay
From whence at first she weighed her anchorage,
Cometh Andronicus, bound with laurel boughs,
To resalute his country with his tears,
Tears of true joy for his return to Rome.
Thou great defender of this Capitol,
Stand gracious to the rites that we intend.
Romans, of five-and-twenty valiant sons,
Half of the number that King Priam had,
Behold the poor remains, alive and dead.
These that survive let Rome reward with love;
These that I bring unto their latest home,
With burial amongst their ancestors.
Here Goths have given me leave to sheathe my sword.
Titus, unkind, and careless of thine own,
Why sufferÕst thou thy sons, unburied yet,
To hover on the dreadful shore of Styx?
Make way to lay them by their brethren.
[They open the tomb.]
There greet in silence, as the dead are wont,
And sleep in peace, slain in your countryÕs wars.
O sacred receptacle of my joys,
Sweet cell of virtue and nobility,
How many sons hast thou of mine in store,
That thou wilt never render to me more?
LUCIUS.
Give us the proudest prisoner of the Goths,
That we may hew his limbs, and on a pile
Ad manes fratrumÊsacrifice his flesh
Before this earthy prison of their bones,
That so the shadows be not unappeased,
Nor we disturbed with prodigies on earth.
TITUS.
I give him you, the noblest that survives,
The eldest son of this distressed queen.
TAMORA.
Stay, Roman brethren! Gracious conqueror,
Victorious Titus, rue the tears I shed,
A motherÕs tears in passion for her son.
And if thy sons were ever dear to thee,
O, think my son to be as dear to me.
Sufficeth not that we are brought to Rome,
To beautify thy triumphs and return
Captive to thee and to thy Roman yoke;
But must my sons be slaughtered in the streets
For valiant doings in their countryÕs cause?
O, if to fight for king and commonweal
Were piety in thine, it is in these.
Andronicus, stain not thy tomb with blood.
Wilt thou draw near the nature of the gods?
Draw near them then in being merciful.
Sweet mercy is nobilityÕs true badge.
Thrice-noble Titus, spare my first-born son.
TITUS.
Patient yourself, madam, and pardon me.
These are their brethren whom your Goths beheld
Alive and dead, and for their brethren slain
Religiously they ask a sacrifice.
To this your son is marked, and die he must,
TÕ appease their groaning shadows that are gone.
LUCIUS.
Away with him, and make a fire straight,
And with our swords, upon a pile of wood,
LetÕs hew his limbs till they be clean consumed.
[Exeunt TitusÕ sons withÊAlarbus.]
TAMORA.
O cruel, irreligious piety!
CHIRON.
Was never Scythia half so barbarous!
DEMETRIUS.
Oppose not Scythia to ambitious Rome.
Alarbus goes to rest, and we survive
To tremble under TitusÕ threatÕning look.
Then, madam, stand resolved, but hope withal
The self-same gods that armed the Queen of Troy
With opportunity of sharp revenge
Upon the Thracian tyrant in his tent
May favour Tamora, the queen of Goths,
(When Goths were Goths and Tamora was queen)
To quit the bloody wrongs upon her foes.
Enter the sons of Andronicus again with bloody swords.
LUCIUS.
See, lord and father, how we have performed
Our Roman rites. AlarbusÕ limbs are lopped,
And entrails feed the sacrificing fire,
Whose smoke like incense doth perfume the sky.
Remaineth naught but to inter our brethren,
And with loud Õlarums welcome them to Rome.
TITUS.
Let it be so; and let Andronicus
Make this his latest farewell to their souls.
[Sound trumpets, and lay the coffin in the tomb.]
In peace and honour rest you here, my sons;
RomeÕs readiest champions, repose you here in rest,
Secure from worldly chances and mishaps.
Here lurks no treason, here no envy swells,
Here grow no damned drugs; here are no storms,
No noise, but silence and eternal sleep.
In peace and honour rest you here, my sons.
EnterÊLavinia.
LAVINIA.
In peace and honour live Lord Titus long;
My noble lord and father, live in fame.
Lo, at this tomb my tributary tears
I render for my brethrenÕs obsequies;
And at thy feet I kneel, with tears of joy
Shed on this earth for thy return to Rome.
O, bless me here with thy victorious hand,
Whose fortunes RomeÕs best citizens applaud.
TITUS.
Kind Rome, that hast thus lovingly reserved
The cordial of mine age to glad my heart!
Lavinia, live; outlive thy fatherÕs days,
And fameÕs eternal date, for virtueÕs praise.
EnterÊMarcus AndronicusÊand Tribunes; re-enterÊSaturninus, BassianusÊand others.
MARCUS.
Long live Lord Titus, my beloved brother,
Gracious triumpher in the eyes of Rome.
TITUS.
Thanks, gentle tribune, noble brother Marcus.
MARCUS.
And welcome, nephews, from successful wars,
You that survive, and you that sleep in fame.
Fair lords, your fortunes are alike in all,
That in your countryÕs service drew your swords;
But safer triumph is this funeral pomp
That hath aspired to SolonÕs happiness
And triumphs over chance in honourÕs bed.
Titus Andronicus, the people of Rome,
Whose friend in justice thou hast ever been,
Send thee by me, their tribune and their trust,
This palliament of white and spotless hue,
And name thee in election for the empire
With these our late-deceased emperorÕs sons.
BeÊcandidatusÊthen, and put it on,
And help to set a head on headless Rome.
TITUS.
A better head her glorious body fits
Than his that shakes for age and feebleness.
What, should I don this robe and trouble you?
Be chosen with proclamations today,
Tomorrow yield up rule, resign my life,
And set abroad new business for you all?
Rome, I have been thy soldier forty years,
And led my countryÕs strength successfully,
And buried one and twenty valiant sons,
Knighted in field, slain manfully in arms,
In right and service of their noble country.
Give me a staff of honour for mine age,
But not a sceptre to control the world.
Upright he held it, lords, that held it last.
MARCUS.
Titus, thou shalt obtain and ask the empery.
SATURNINUS.
Proud and ambitious tribune, canst thou tell?
TITUS.
Patience, Prince Saturninus.
SATURNINUS.
Romans, do me right.
Patricians, draw your swords, and sheathe them not
Till Saturninus be RomeÕs emperor.
Andronicus, would thou were shipped to hell
Rather than rob me of the peopleÕs hearts!
LUCIUS.
Proud Saturnine, interrupter of the good
That noble-minded Titus means to thee!
TITUS.
Content thee, prince; I will restore to thee
The peopleÕs hearts, and wean them from themselves.
BASSIANUS.
Andronicus, I do not flatter thee,
But honour thee, and will do till I die.
My faction if thou strengthen with thy friends,
I will most thankful be; and thanks to men
Of noble minds is honourable meed.
TITUS.
People of Rome, and peopleÕs tribunes here,
I ask your voices and your suffrages.
Will you bestow them friendly on Andronicus?
TRIBUNES.
To gratify the good Andronicus,
And gratulate his safe return to Rome,
The people will accept whom he admits.
TITUS.
Tribunes, I thank you; and this suit I make,
That you create your emperorÕs eldest son,
Lord Saturnine; whose virtues will, I hope,
Reflect on Rome as TitanÕs rays on earth,
And ripen justice in this commonweal.
Then, if you will elect by my advice,
Crown him, and say ÒLong live our emperor!Ó
MARCUS.
With voices and applause of every sort,
Patricians and plebeians, we create
Lord Saturninus RomeÕs great emperor,
And say ÒLong live our Emperor Saturnine!Ó
[A long flourish.]
SATURNINUS.
Titus Andronicus, for thy favours done
To us in our election this day,
I give thee thanks in part of thy deserts,
And will with deeds requite thy gentleness.
And for an onset, Titus, to advance
Thy name and honourable family,
Lavinia will I make my empress,
RomeÕs royal mistress, mistress of my heart,
And in the sacred Pantheon her espouse.
Tell me, Andronicus, doth this motion please thee?
TITUS.
It doth, my worthy lord, and in this match
I hold me highly honoured of your grace;
And here in sight of Rome, to Saturnine,
King and commander of our commonweal,
The wide worldÕs emperor, do I consecrate
My sword, my chariot, and my prisoners;
Presents well worthy RomeÕs imperious lord.
Receive them then, the tribute that I owe,
Mine honourÕs ensigns humbled at thy feet.
SATURNINUS.
Thanks, noble Titus, father of my life.
How proud I am of thee and of thy gifts
Rome shall record, and when I do forget
The least of these unspeakable deserts,
Romans, forget your fealty to me.
TITUS.
[To Tamora.] Now, madam, are you prisoner to an emperor;
To him that for your honour and your state
Will use you nobly and your followers.
SATURNINUS.
A goodly lady, trust me, of the hue
That I would choose, were I to choose anew.
Clear up, fair queen, that cloudy countenance.
Though chance of war hath wrought this change of cheer,
Thou comÕst not to be made a scorn in Rome.
Princely shall be thy usage every way.
Rest on my word, and let not discontent
Daunt all your hopes. Madam, he comforts you
Can make you greater than the Queen of Goths.
Lavinia, you are not displeased with this?
LAVINIA.
Not I, my lord, sith true nobility
Warrants these words in princely courtesy.
SATURNINUS.
Thanks, sweet Lavinia. Romans, let us go.
Ransomless here we set our prisoners free.
Proclaim our honours, lords, with trump and drum.
[Flourish.ÊSaturninusÊand his Guards exit, with Drums and Trumpets. Tribunes and Senators exit aloft.]
BASSIANUS.
Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is mine.
TITUS.
How, sir? Are you in earnest then, my lord?
BASSIANUS.
Ay, noble Titus; and resolved withal
To do myself this reason and this right.
MARCUS.
Suum cuiqueÊis our Roman justice.
This prince in justice seizeth but his own.
LUCIUS.
And that he will and shall, if Lucius live.
TITUS.
Traitors, avaunt! Where is the emperorÕs guard?
EnterÊSaturninusÊand his Guards.
Treason, my lord, Lavinia is surprised.
SATURNINUS.
Surprised? By whom?
BASSIANUS.
By him that justly may
Bear his betrothed from all the world away.
[ExeuntÊBassianusÊandÊMarcusÊwithÊLavinia.]
MUTIUS.
Brothers, help to convey her hence away,
And with my sword IÕll keep this door safe.
[ExeuntÊLucius, QuintusÊandÊMartius.]
TITUS.
Follow, my lord, and IÕll soon bring her back.
[ExeuntÊSaturninus, Tamora, Demetrius, Chiron, Aaron,Êand Guards.]
MUTIUS.
My lord, you pass not here.
TITUS.
What, villain boy,
BarrÕst me my way in Rome?
[StabbingÊMutius.]
MUTIUS.
Help, Lucius, help!
[Dies.]
Re-enterÊLucius.
LUCIUS.
My lord, you are unjust, and more than so,
In wrongful quarrel you have slain your son.
TITUS.
Nor thou nor he are any sons of mine;
My sons would never so dishonour me.
Traitor, restore Lavinia to the Emperor.
LUCIUS.
Dead, if you will; but not to be his wife,
That is anotherÕs lawful promised love.
[Exit.]
Enter aloft the EmperorÊSaturninusÊwithÊTamoraÊand her two sons andÊAaronÊthe Moor.
SATURNINUS.
No, Titus, no; the emperor needs her not,
Nor her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock.
IÕll trust by leisure him that mocks me once;
Thee never, nor thy traitorous haughty sons,
Confederates all thus to dishonour me.
Was none in Rome to make a stale
But Saturnine? Full well, Andronicus,
Agree these deeds with that proud brag of thine
That saidÕst I begged the empire at thy hands.
TITUS.
O monstrous! What reproachful words are these?
SATURNINUS.
But go thy ways; go, give that changing piece
To him that flourished for her with his sword.
A valiant son-in-law thou shalt enjoy;
One fit to bandy with thy lawless sons,
To ruffle in the commonwealth of Rome.
TITUS.
These words are razors to my wounded heart.
SATURNINUS.
And therefore, lovely Tamora, Queen of Goths,
That like the stately PhÏbe Õmongst her nymphs
Dost overshine the gallantÕst dames of Rome,
If thou be pleased with this my sudden choice,
Behold, I choose thee, Tamora, for my bride,
And will create thee Empress of Rome.
Speak, Queen of Goths, dost thou applaud my choice?
And here I swear by all the Roman gods,
Sith priest and holy water are so near,
And tapers burn so bright, and everything
In readiness for Hymen¾us stand,
I will not re-salute the streets of Rome,
Or climb my palace, till from forth this place
I lead espoused my bride along with me.
TAMORA.
And here in sight of heaven to Rome I swear,
If Saturnine advance the Queen of Goths,
She will a handmaid be to his desires,
A loving nurse, a mother to his youth.
SATURNINUS.
Ascend, fair queen, Pantheon. Lords, accompany
Your noble emperor and his lovely bride,
Sent by the heavens for Prince Saturnine,
Whose wisdom hath her fortune conquered.
There shall we consummate our spousal rites.
[Exeunt all butÊTitus.]
TITUS.
I am not bid to wait upon this bride.
Titus, when wert thou wont to walk alone,
Dishonoured thus, and challenged of wrongs?
Re-enterÊMarcus, Lucius, QuintusÊandÊMartius.
MARCUS.
O Titus, see, O, see what thou hast done!
In a bad quarrel slain a virtuous son.
TITUS.
No, foolish tribune, no; no son of mine,
Nor thou, nor these, confederates in the deed
That hath dishonoured all our family.
Unworthy brother and unworthy sons!
LUCIUS.
But let us give him burial, as becomes;
Give Mutius burial with our brethren.
TITUS.
Traitors, away! He rests not in this tomb.
This monument five hundred years hath stood,
Which I have sumptuously re-edified.
Here none but soldiers and RomeÕs servitors
Repose in fame; none basely slain in brawls.
Bury him where you can, he comes not here.
MARCUS.
My lord, this is impiety in you.
My nephew MutiusÕ deeds do plead for him;
He must be buried with his brethren.
MARTIUS.
And shall, or him we will accompany.
TITUS.
ÒAnd shallÓ? What villain was it spake that word?
QUINTUS.
He that would vouch it in any place but here.
TITUS.
What, would you bury him in my despite?
MARCUS.
No, noble Titus, but entreat of thee
To pardon Mutius and to bury him.
TITUS.
Marcus, even thou hast struck upon my crest,
And with these boys mine honour thou hast wounded.
My foes I do repute you every one;
So trouble me no more, but get you gone.
QUINTUS.
He is not with himself; let us withdraw.
MARTIUS.
Not I, till MutiusÕ bones be buried.
[MarcusÊand the sons ofÊTitusÊkneel.]
MARCUS.
Brother, for in that name doth nature plead,Ñ
QUINTUS.
Father, and in that name doth nature speak,Ñ
TITUS.
Speak thou no more, if all the rest will speed.
MARCUS.
Renowned Titus, more than half my soul,Ñ
LUCIUS.
Dear father, soul and substance of us all,Ñ
MARCUS.
Suffer thy brother Marcus to inter
His noble nephew here in virtueÕs nest,
That died in honour and LaviniaÕs cause.
Thou art a Roman; be not barbarous.
The Greeks upon advice did bury Ajax,
That slew himself; and wise LaertesÕ son
Did graciously plead for his funerals.
Let not young Mutius, then, that was thy joy,
Be barred his entrance here.
TITUS.
Rise, Marcus, rise.
The dismallÕst day is this that eÕer I saw,
To be dishonoured by my sons in Rome!
Well, bury him, and bury me the next.
[They putÊMutiusÊin the tomb.]
LUCIUS.
There lie thy bones, sweet Mutius, with thy friends,
Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomb.
ALL.
[Kneeling.] No man shed tears for noble Mutius;
He lives in fame that died in virtueÕs cause.
MARCUS.
My lord, to step out of these dreary dumps,
How comes it that the subtle Queen of Goths
Is of a sudden thus advanced in Rome?
TITUS.
I know not, Marcus, but I know it is.
Whether by device or no, the heavens can tell.
Is she not then beholding to the man
That brought her for this high good turn so far?
Yes, and will nobly him remunerate.
Flourish. Enter the EmperorÊSaturninus, TamoraÊand her two sons, withÊAaronÊthe Moor. Drums and Trumpets, at one door. Enter at the other doorÊBassianusÊandÊLaviniaÊwith others.
SATURNINUS.
So, Bassianus, you have played your prize.
God give you joy, sir, of your gallant bride.
BASSIANUS.
And you of yours, my lord. I say no more,
Nor wish no less; and so I take my leave.
SATURNINUS.
Traitor, if Rome have law or we have power,
Thou and thy faction shall repent this rape.
BASSIANUS.
Rape call you it, my lord, to seize my own,
My true betrothed love, and now my wife?
But let the laws of Rome determine all;
Meanwhile am I possessed of that is mine.
SATURNINUS.
ÕTis good, sir. You are very short with us;
But if we live, weÕll be as sharp with you.
BASSIANUS.
My lord, what I have done, as best I may,
Answer I must, and shall do with my life.
Only thus much I give your grace to know:
By all the duties that I owe to Rome,
This noble gentleman, Lord Titus here,
Is in opinion and in honour wronged,
That, in the rescue of Lavinia,
With his own hand did slay his youngest son,
In zeal to you, and highly moved to wrath
To be controlled in that he frankly gave.
Receive him then to favour, Saturnine,
That hath expressed himself in all his deeds
A father and a friend to thee and Rome.
TITUS.
Prince Bassianus, leave to plead my deeds.
ÕTis thou, and those, that have dishonoured me.
Rome and the righteous heavens be my judge
How I have loved and honoured Saturnine.
TAMORA.
My worthy lord, if ever Tamora
Were gracious in those princely eyes of thine,
Then hear me speak indifferently for all;
And at my suit, sweet, pardon what is past.
SATURNINUS.
What, madam, be dishonoured openly,
And basely put it up without revenge?
TAMORA.
Not so, my lord; the gods of Rome forfend
I should be author to dishonour you!
But on mine honour dare I undertake
For good Lord TitusÕ innocence in all,
Whose fury not dissembled speaks his griefs.
Then at my suit look graciously on him;
Lose not so noble a friend on vain suppose,
Nor with sour looks afflict his gentle heart.
[Aside.] My lord, be ruled by me, be won at last;
Dissemble all your griefs and discontents.
You are but newly planted in your throne;
Lest, then, the people, and patricians too,
Upon a just survey take TitusÕ part,
And so supplant you for ingratitude,
Which Rome reputes to be a heinous sin,
Yield at entreats, and then let me alone.
IÕll find a day to massacre them all,
And raze their faction and their family,
The cruel father and his traitorous sons,
To whom I sued for my dear sonÕs life;
And make them know what Õtis to let a queen
Kneel in the streets and beg for grace in vain.
[Aloud.] Come, come, sweet emperor; come, Andronicus;
Take up this good old man, and cheer the heart
That dies in tempest of thy angry frown.
SATURNINUS.
Rise, Titus, rise; my empress hath prevailed.
TITUS.
I thank your majesty and her, my lord.
These words, these looks, infuse new life in me.
TAMORA.
Titus, I am incorporate in Rome,
A Roman now adopted happily,
And must advise the emperor for his good.
This day all quarrels die, Andronicus;
And let it be mine honour, good my lord,
That I have reconciled your friends and you.
For you, Prince Bassianus, I have passed
My word and promise to the emperor
That you will be more mild and tractable.
And fear not, lords, and you, Lavinia.
By my advice, all humbled on your knees,
You shall ask pardon of his majesty.
LUCIUS.
We do, and vow to heaven and to his highness
That what we did was mildly as we might,
TendÕring our sisterÕs honour and our own.
MARCUS.
That on mine honour here do I protest.
SATURNINUS.
Away, and talk not; trouble us no more.
TAMORA.
Nay, nay, sweet emperor, we must all be friends.
The tribune and his nephews kneel for grace;
I will not be denied. Sweet heart, look back.
SATURNINUS.
Marcus, for thy sake, and thy brotherÕs here,
And at my lovely TamoraÕs entreats,
I do remit these young menÕs heinous faults.
Stand up.
Lavinia, though you left me like a churl,
I found a friend, and sure as death I swore
I would not part a bachelor from the priest.
Come, if the emperorÕs court can feast two brides,
You are my guest, Lavinia, and your friends.
This day shall be a love-day, Tamora.
TITUS.
Tomorrow, an it please your majesty
To hunt the panther and the hart with me,
With horn and hound weÕll give your graceÊbonjour.
SATURNINUS.
Be it so, Titus, and gramercy too.
[Sound trumpets. Exeunt all butÊAaron.]
ACT II
SCENE I. Rome. Before the palace
AaronÊalone.
AARON.
Now climbeth Tamora OlympusÕ top,
Safe out of FortuneÕs shot, and sits aloft,
Secure of thunderÕs crack or lightningÕs flash,
Advanced above pale envyÕs threatÕning reach.
As when the golden sun salutes the morn,
And, having gilt the ocean with his beams,
Gallops the zodiac in his glistening coach,
And overlooks the highest-peering hills;
So Tamora.
Upon her wit doth earthly honour wait,
And virtue stoops and trembles at her frown.
Then, Aaron, arm thy heart and fit thy thoughts
To mount aloft with thy imperial mistress,
And mount her pitch, whom thou in triumph long
Hast prisoner held, fettÕred in amorous chains,
And faster bound to AaronÕs charming eyes
Than is Prometheus tied to Caucasus.
Away with slavish weeds and servile thoughts!
I will be bright, and shine in pearl and gold,
To wait upon this new-made empress.
To wait, said I? To wanton with this queen,
This goddess, this Semiramis, this nymph,
This siren, that will charm RomeÕs Saturnine,
And see his shipwrack and his commonwealÕs.
Holla! What storm is this?
EnterÊChironÊandÊDemetriusÊbraving.
DEMETRIUS.
Chiron, thy years wants wit, thy wit wants edge
And manners, to intrude where I am graced,
And may, for aught thou knowest, affected be.
CHIRON.
Demetrius, thou dost overween in all,
And so in this, to bear me down with braves.
ÕTis not the difference of a year or two
Makes me less gracious or thee more fortunate.
I am as able and as fit as thou
To serve and to deserve my mistressÕ grace;
And that my sword upon thee shall approve,
And plead my passions for LaviniaÕs love.
AARON.
[Aside.] Clubs, clubs! These lovers will not keep the peace.
DEMETRIUS.
Why, boy, although our mother, unadvised,
Gave you a dancing-rapier by your side,
Are you so desperate grown to threat your friends?
Go to; have your lath glued within your sheath
Till you know better how to handle it.
CHIRON.
Meanwhile, sir, with the little skill I have,
Full well shalt thou perceive how much I dare.
DEMETRIUS.
Ay, boy, grow ye so brave?
[They draw.]
AARON.
Why, how now, lords!
So near the emperorÕs palace dare ye draw,
And maintain such a quarrel openly?
Full well I wot the ground of all this grudge.
I would not for a million of gold
The cause were known to them it most concerns;
Nor would your noble mother for much more
Be so dishonoured in the court of Rome.
For shame, put up.
DEMETRIUS.
Not I, till I have sheathed
My rapier in his bosom, and withal
Thrust those reproachful speeches down his throat
That he hath breathed in my dishonour here.
CHIRON.
For that I am prepared and full resolved,
Foul-spoken coward, that thundÕrest with thy tongue,
And with thy weapon nothing darÕst perform.
AARON.
Away, I say!
Now, by the gods that warlike Goths adore,
This pretty brabble will undo us all.
Why, lords, and think you not how dangerous
It is to jet upon a princeÕs right?
What, is Lavinia then become so loose,
Or Bassianus so degenerate,
That for her love such quarrels may be broached
Without controlment, justice, or revenge?
Young lords, beware! And should the empress know
This discordÕs ground, the music would not please.
CHIRON.
I care not, I, knew she and all the world.
I love Lavinia more than all the world.
DEMETRIUS.
Youngling, learn thou to make some meaner choice.
Lavina is thine elder brotherÕs hope.
AARON.
Why, are ye mad? Or know ye not in Rome
How furious and impatient they be,
And cannot brook competitors in love?
I tell you, lords, you do but plot your deaths
By this device.
CHIRON.
Aaron, a thousand deaths
Would I propose to achieve her whom I love.
AARON.
To achieve her! How?
DEMETRIUS.
Why makes thou it so strange?
She is a woman, therefore may be wooed;
She is a woman, therefore may be won;
She is Lavinia, therefore must be loved.
What, man, more water glideth by the mill
Than wots the miller of; and easy it is
Of a cut loaf to steal a shive, we know.
Though Bassianus be the emperorÕs brother,
Better than he have worn VulcanÕs badge.
AARON.
[Aside.] Ay, and as good as Saturninus may.
DEMETRIUS.
Then why should he despair that knows to court it
With words, fair looks, and liberality?
What, hast not thou full often struck a doe,
And borne her cleanly by the keeperÕs nose?
AARON.
Why, then, it seems some certain snatch or so
Would serve your turns.
CHIRON.
Ay, so the turn were served.
DEMETRIUS.
Aaron, thou hast hit it.
AARON.
Would you had hit it too!
Then should not we be tired with this ado.
Why, hark ye, hark ye, and are you such fools
To square for this? Would it offend you then
That both should speed?
CHIRON.
Faith, not me.
DEMETRIUS.
Nor me, so I were one.
AARON.
For shame, be friends, and join for that you jar.
ÕTis policy and stratagem must do
That you affect; and so must you resolve
That what you cannot as you would achieve,
You must perforce accomplish as you may.
Take this of me: Lucrece was not more chaste
Than this Lavinia, BassianusÕ love.
A speedier course than lingÕring languishment
Must we pursue, and I have found the path.
My lords, a solemn hunting is in hand;
There will the lovely Roman ladies troop.
The forest walks are wide and spacious,
And many unfrequented plots there are
Fitted by kind for rape and villainy.
Single you thither, then, this dainty doe,
And strike her home by force, if not by words.
This way, or not at all, stand you in hope.
Come, come, our empress, with her sacred wit
To villainy and vengeance consecrate,
Will we acquaint with all what we intend;
And she shall file our engines with advice
That will not suffer you to square yourselves,
But to your wishesÕ height advance you both.
The emperorÕs court is like the house of Fame,
The palace full of tongues, of eyes and ears;
The woods are ruthless, dreadful, deaf, and dull.
There speak and strike, brave boys, and take your turns;
There serve your lust, shadowed from heavenÕs eye,
And revel in LaviniaÕs treasury.
CHIRON.
Thy counsel, lad, smells of no cowardice.
DEMETRIUS.
Sit fas aut nefas, till I find the stream
To cool this heat, a charm to calm these fits,
Per Stygia, per manes vehor.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE II. A Forest near Rome; a Lodge seen at a distance. Horns and cry of hounds heard
EnterÊTitus AndronicusÊand his three sons, andÊMarcus,Êmaking a noise with hounds and horns.
TITUS.
The hunt is up, the morn is bright and grey,
The fields are fragrant, and the woods are green.
Uncouple here, and let us make a bay,
And wake the emperor and his lovely bride,
And rouse the prince, and ring a hunterÕs peal,
That all the court may echo with the noise.
Sons, let it be your charge, as it is ours,
To attend the emperorÕs person carefully.
I have been troubled in my sleep this night,
But dawning day new comfort hath inspired.
Here a cry of hounds, and wind horns in a peal. Then enterÊSaturninus, Tamora, Bassianus, Lavinia, Chiron, Demetrius,Êand their Attendants.
Many good morrows to your majesty;
Madam, to you as many and as good.
I promised your grace a hunterÕs peal.
SATURNINUS.
And you have rung it lustily, my lords;
Somewhat too early for new-married ladies.
BASSIANUS.
Lavinia, how say you?
LAVINIA.
I say no;
I have been broad awake two hours and more.
SATURNINUS.
Come on then; horse and chariots let us have,
And to our sport. [To Tamora.] Madam, now shall ye see
Our Roman hunting.
MARCUS.
I have dogs, my lord,
Will rouse the proudest panther in the chase,
And climb the highest promontory top.
TITUS.
And I have horse will follow where the game
Makes way, and run like swallows oÕer the plain.
DEMETRIUS.
Chiron, we hunt not, we, with horse nor hound,
But hope to pluck a dainty doe to ground.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE III. A lonely part of the Forest
EnterÊAaron, alone, carrying a bag of gold.
AARON.
He that had wit would think that I had none,
To bury so much gold under a tree,
And never after to inherit it.
Let him that thinks of me so abjectly
Know that this gold must coin a stratagem,
Which, cunningly effected, will beget
A very excellent piece of villainy.
And so repose, sweet gold, for their unrest
That have their alms out of the empressÕ chest.
[He hides the bag.]
EnterÊTamoraÊalone to the Moor.
TAMORA.
My lovely Aaron, wherefore lookÕst thou sad
When everything doth make a gleeful boast?
The birds chant melody on every bush,
The snakes lie rolled in the cheerful sun,
The green leaves quiver with the cooling wind,
And make a chequered shadow on the ground.
Under their sweet shade, Aaron, let us sit,
And whilst the babbling echo mocks the hounds,
Replying shrilly to the well-tuned horns,
As if a double hunt were heard at once,
Let us sit down and mark their yelping noise;
And after conflict such as was supposed
The wandÕring prince and Dido once enjoyed,
When with a happy storm they were surprised,
And curtained with a counsel-keeping cave,
We may, each wreathed in the otherÕs arms,
Our pastimes done, possess a golden slumber,
Whiles hounds and horns and sweet melodious birds
Be unto us as is a nurseÕs song
Of lullaby to bring her babe asleep.
AARON.
Madam, though Venus govern your desires,
Saturn is dominator over mine.
What signifies my deadly-standing eye,
My silence and my cloudy melancholy,
My fleece of woolly hair that now uncurls
Even as an adder when she doth unroll
To do some fatal execution?
No, madam, these are no venereal signs.
Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand,
Blood and revenge are hammering in my head.
Hark, Tamora, the empress of my soul,
Which never hopes more heaven than rests in thee,
This is the day of doom for Bassianus;
His Philomel must lose her tongue today,
Thy sons make pillage of her chastity,
And wash their hands in BassianusÕ blood.
Seest thou this letter? Take it up, I pray thee,
And give the king this fatal-plotted scroll.
Now question me no more; we are espied;
Here comes a parcel of our hopeful booty,
Which dreads not yet their livesÕ destruction.
EnterÊBassianusÊandÊLavinia.
TAMORA.
Ah, my sweet Moor, sweeter to me than life!
AARON.
No more, great empress. Bassianus comes.
Be cross with him; and IÕll go fetch thy sons
To back thy quarrels, whatsoeÕer they be.
[Exit.]
BASSIANUS.
Who have we here? RomeÕs royal empress,
Unfurnished of her well-beseeming troop?
Or is it Dian, habited like her,
Who hath abandoned her holy groves
To see the general hunting in this forest?
TAMORA.
Saucy controller of my private steps!
Had I the power that some say Dian had,
Thy temples should be planted presently
With horns, as was ActaeonÕs; and the hounds
Should drive upon thy new-transformed limbs,
Unmannerly intruder as thou art.
LAVINIA.
Under your patience, gentle empress,
ÕTis thought you have a goodly gift in horning,
And to be doubted that your Moor and you
Are singled forth to try experiments.
Jove shield your husband from his hounds today!
ÕTis pity they should take him for a stag.
BASSIANUS.
Believe me, queen, your swarthy Cimmerian
Doth make your honour of his bodyÕs hue,
Spotted, detested, and abominable.
Why are you sequestered from all your train,
Dismounted from your snow-white goodly steed,
And wandered hither to an obscure plot,
Accompanied but with a barbarous Moor,
If foul desire had not conducted you?
LAVINIA.
And, being intercepted in your sport,
Great reason that my noble lord be rated
For sauciness. I pray you, let us hence,
And let her joy her raven-coloured love;
This valley fits the purpose passing well.
BASSIANUS.
The king my brother shall have notice of this.
LAVINIA.
Ay, for these slips have made him noted long.
Good king, to be so mightily abused!
TAMORA.
Why, I have patience to endure all this.
EnterÊChironÊandÊDemetrius.
DEMETRIUS.
How now, dear sovereign, and our gracious mother!
Why doth your highness look so pale and wan?
TAMORA.
Have I not reason, think you, to look pale?
These two have ticed me hither to this place,
A barren detested vale you see it is;
The trees, though summer, yet forlorn and lean,
Overcome with moss and baleful mistletoe.
Here never shines the sun, here nothing breeds,
Unless the nightly owl or fatal raven.
And when they showed me this abhorred pit,
They told me, here, at dead time of the night,
A thousand fiends, a thousand hissing snakes,
Ten thousand swelling toads, as many urchins,
Would make such fearful and confused cries
As any mortal body hearing it
Should straight fall mad, or else die suddenly.
No sooner had they told this hellish tale
But straight they told me they would bind me here
Unto the body of a dismal yew,
And leave me to this miserable death.
And then they called me foul adulteress,
Lascivious Goth, and all the bitterest terms
That ever ear did hear to such effect.
And had you not by wondrous fortune come,
This vengeance on me had they executed.
Revenge it, as you love your motherÕs life,
Or be ye not henceforth called my children.
DEMETRIUS.
This is a witness that I am thy son.
[StabsÊBassianus.]
CHIRON.
And this for me, struck home to show my strength.
[Also stabsÊBassianus,Êwho dies.]
LAVINIA.
Ay, come, Semiramis, nay, barbarous Tamora,
For no name fits thy nature but thy own!
TAMORA.
Give me thy poniard; you shall know, my boys,
Your motherÕs hand shall right your motherÕs wrong.
DEMETRIUS.
Stay, madam, here is more belongs to her.
First thrash the corn, then after burn the straw.
This minion stood upon her chastity,
Upon her nuptial vow, her loyalty,
And with that painted hope braves your mightiness;
And shall she carry this unto her grave?
CHIRON.
And if she do, I would I were an eunuch.
Drag hence her husband to some secret hole,
And make his dead trunk pillow to our lust.
TAMORA.
But when ye have the honey ye desire,
Let not this wasp outlive, us both to sting.
CHIRON.
I warrant you, madam, we will make that sure.
Come, mistress, now perforce we will enjoy
That nice-preserved honesty of yours.
LAVINIA.
O Tamora, thou bearest a womanÕs face,Ñ
TAMORA.
I will not hear her speak; away with her!
LAVINIA.
Sweet lords, entreat her hear me but a word.
DEMETRIUS.
Listen, fair madam: let it be your glory
To see her tears; but be your heart to them
As unrelenting flint to drops of rain.
LAVINIA.
When did the tigerÕs young ones teach the dam?
O, do not learn her wrath; she taught it thee;
The milk thou suckÕst from her did turn to marble;
Even at thy teat thou hadst thy tyranny.
Yet every mother breeds not sons alike.
[To Chiron.] Do thou entreat her show a womanÕs pity.
CHIRON.
What, wouldst thou have me prove myself a bastard?
LAVINIA.
ÕTis true the raven doth not hatch a lark.
Yet have I heardÑO, could I find it now!Ñ
The lion, moved with pity, did endure
To have his princely paws pared all away.
Some say that ravens foster forlorn children,
The whilst their own birds famish in their nests.
O, be to me, though thy hard heart say no,
Nothing so kind, but something pitiful.
TAMORA.
I know not what it means; away with her!
LAVINIA.
O, let me teach thee! For my fatherÕs sake,
That gave thee life when well he might have slain thee,
Be not obdurate, open thy deaf ears.
TAMORA.
Hadst thou in person neÕer offended me,
Even for his sake am I pitiless.
Remember, boys, I poured forth tears in vain
To save your brother from the sacrifice,
But fierce Andronicus would not relent.
Therefore away with her, and use her as you will;
The worse to her, the better loved of me.
LAVINIA.
O Tamora, be called a gentle queen,
And with thine own hands kill me in this place!
For Õtis not life that I have begged so long;
Poor I was slain when Bassianus died.
TAMORA.
What beggÕst thou, then? Fond woman, let me go.
LAVINIA.
ÕTis present death I beg; and one thing more
That womanhood denies my tongue to tell.
O, keep me from their worse than killing lust,
And tumble me into some loathsome pit,
Where never manÕs eye may behold my body.
Do this, and be a charitable murderer.
TAMORA.
So should I rob my sweet sons of their fee.
No, let them satisfy their lust on thee.
DEMETRIUS.
Away, for thou hast stayed us here too long.
LAVINIA.
No grace, no womanhood? Ah, beastly creature,
The blot and enemy to our general name!
Confusion fallÑ
CHIRON.
Nay, then IÕll stop your mouth. Bring thou her husband.
This is the hole where Aaron bid us hide him.
[They putÊBassianusÕsÊbody in the pit and exit, carrying offÊLavinia.]
TAMORA.
Farewell, my sons. See that you make her sure.
NeÕer let my heart know merry cheer indeed
Till all the Andronici be made away.
Now will I hence to seek my lovely Moor,
And let my spleenful sons this trull deflower.
[Exit.]
EnterÊAaronÊwith two of TitusÕ sons,ÊQuintusÊandÊMartius.
AARON.
Come on, my lords, the better foot before.
Straight will I bring you to the loathsome pit
Where I espied the panther fast asleep.
QUINTUS.
My sight is very dull, whateÕer it bodes.
MARTIUS.
And mine, I promise you. Were it not for shame,
Well could I leave our sport to sleep awhile.
[He falls into the pit.]
QUINTUS.
What, art thou fallen? What subtle hole is this,
Whose mouth is covered with rude-growing briers,
Upon whose leaves are drops of new-shed blood
As fresh as morning dew distilled on flowers?
A very fatal place it seems to me.
Speak, brother, hast thou hurt thee with the fall?
MARTIUS.
O brother, with the dismallÕst object hurt
That ever eye with sight made heart lament!
AARON.
[Aside.] Now will I fetch the king to find them here,
That he thereby may have a likely guess
How these were they that made away his brother.
[Exit.]
MARTIUS.
Why dost not comfort me, and help me out
From this unhallowed and blood-stained hole?
QUINTUS.
I am surprised with an uncouth fear;
A chilling sweat oÕer-runs my trembling joints.
My heart suspects more than mine eye can see.
MARTIUS.
To prove thou hast a true-divining heart,
Aaron and thou look down into this den,
And see a fearful sight of blood and death.
QUINTUS.
Aaron is gone, and my compassionate heart
Will not permit mine eyes once to behold
The thing whereat it trembles by surmise.
O, tell me who it is; for neÕer till now
Was I a child to fear I know not what.
MARTIUS.
Lord Bassianus lies berayed in blood,
All on a heap, like to a slaughtered lamb,
In this detested, dark, blood-drinking pit.
QUINTUS.
If it be dark, how dost thou know Õtis he?
MARTIUS.
Upon his bloody finger he doth wear
A precious ring that lightens all the hole,
Which, like a taper in some monument,
Doth shine upon the dead manÕs earthy cheeks,
And shows the ragged entrails of the pit.
So pale did shine the moon on Pyramus
When he by night lay bathed in maiden blood.
O brother, help me with thy fainting hand,
If fear hath made thee faint, as me it hath,
Out of this fell devouring receptacle,
As hateful as CocytusÕ misty mouth.
QUINTUS.
Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee out,
Or, wanting strength to do thee so much good,
I may be plucked into the swallowing womb
Of this deep pit, poor BassianusÕ grave.
I have no strength to pluck thee to the brink.
MARTIUS.
Nor I no strength to climb without thy help.
QUINTUS.
Thy hand once more; I will not loose again,
Till thou art here aloft, or I below.
Thou canst not come to me. I come to thee.
[Falls in.]
Enter the EmperorÊSaturninusÊandÊAaronÊthe Moor.
SATURNINUS.
Along with me! IÕll see what hole is here,
And what he is that now is leapt into it.
Say, who art thou that lately didst descend
Into this gaping hollow of the earth?
MARTIUS.
The unhappy sons of old Andronicus,
Brought hither in a most unlucky hour,
To find thy brother Bassianus dead.
SATURNINUS.
My brother dead! I know thou dost but jest.
He and his lady both are at the lodge
Upon the north side of this pleasant chase;
ÕTis not an hour since I left them there.
MARTIUS.
We know not where you left them all alive;
But, out, alas, here have we found him dead.
EnterÊTamora, Titus AndronicusÊandÊLucius.
TAMORA.
Where is my lord the king?
SATURNINUS.
Here, Tamora; though grieved with killing grief.
TAMORA.
Where is thy brother Bassianus?
SATURNINUS.
Now to the bottom dost thou search my wound.
Poor Bassianus here lies murdered.
TAMORA.
Then all too late I bring this fatal writ,
The complot of this timeless tragedy;
And wonder greatly that manÕs face can fold
In pleasing smiles such murderous tyranny.
[She giveth Saturnine a letter.]
SATURNINUS.
[Reads.]ÊAn if we miss to meet him handsomely,
Sweet huntsman, Bassianus Õtis we mean,
Do thou so much as dig the grave for him;
Thou knowÕst our meaning. Look for thy reward
Among the nettles at the elder-tree
Which overshades the mouth of that same pit
Where we decreed to bury Bassianus.
Do this, and purchase us thy lasting friends.
O Tamora, was ever heard the like?
This is the pit, and this the elder-tree.
Look, sirs, if you can find the huntsman out
That should have murdered Bassianus here.
AARON.
My gracious lord, here is the bag of gold.
[Showing it.]
SATURNINUS.
[To Titus.] Two of thy whelps, fell curs of bloody kind,
Have here bereft my brother of his life.
Sirs, drag them from the pit unto the prison.
There let them bide until we have devised
Some never-heard-of torturing pain for them.
TAMORA.
What, are they in this pit? O wondrous thing!
How easily murder is discovered!
TITUS.
High emperor, upon my feeble knee
I beg this boon, with tears not lightly shed,
That this fell fault of my accursed sons,
Accursed if the fault be proved in themÑ
SATURNINUS.
If it be proved! You see it is apparent.
Who found this letter? Tamora, was it you?
TAMORA.
Andronicus himself did take it up.
TITUS.
I did, my lord, yet let me be their bail;
For by my fathersÕ reverend tomb I vow
They shall be ready at your highnessÕ will
To answer their suspicion with their lives.
SATURNINUS.
Thou shalt not bail them. See thou follow me.
Some bring the murdered body, some the murderers.
Let them not speak a word; the guilt is plain;
For, by my soul, were there worse end than death,
That end upon them should be executed.
TAMORA.
Andronicus, I will entreat the king.
Fear not thy sons; they shall do well enough.
TITUS.
Come, Lucius, come; stay not to talk with them.
[Exeunt severally. Attendants bearing the body.]
SCENE IV. Another part of the Forest
Enter the empressÕ sons,ÊDemetriusÊandÊChironÊwithÊLavinia,Êher hands cut off, and her tongue cut out, and ravished.
DEMETRIUS.
So, now go tell, an if thy tongue can speak,
Who Õtwas that cut thy tongue and ravished thee.
CHIRON.
Write down thy mind, bewray thy meaning so,
An if thy stumps will let thee play the scribe.
DEMETRIUS.
See how with signs and tokens she can scrowl.
CHIRON.
Go home, call for sweet water, wash thy hands.
DEMETRIUS.
She hath no tongue to call, nor hands to wash;
And so letÕs leave her to her silent walks.
CHIRON.
An Õtwere my cause, I should go hang myself.
DEMETRIUS.
If thou hadst hands to help thee knit the cord.
[ExeuntÊChironÊandÊDemetrius.]
EnterÊMarcus, from hunting.
MARCUS.
Who is this? My niece, that flies away so fast?
Cousin, a word; where is your husband?
If I do dream, would all my wealth would wake me!
If I do wake, some planet strike me down,
That I may slumber an eternal sleep!
Speak, gentle niece, what stern ungentle hands
Hath lopped and hewed and made thy body bare
Of her two branches, those sweet ornaments
Whose circling shadows kings have sought to sleep in,
And might not gain so great a happiness
As half thy love? Why dost not speak to me?
Alas, a crimson river of warm blood,
Like to a bubbling fountain stirred with wind,
Doth rise and fall between thy rosed lips,
Coming and going with thy honey breath.
But sure some Tereus hath deflowered thee,
And, lest thou shouldst detect him, cut thy tongue.
Ah, now thou turnÕst away thy face for shame,
And notwithstanding all this loss of blood,
As from a conduit with three issuing spouts,
Yet do thy cheeks look red as TitanÕs face
Blushing to be encountered with a cloud.
Shall I speak for thee, shall I say Õtis so?
O, that I knew thy heart, and knew the beast,
That I might rail at him to ease my mind.
Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopped,
Doth burn the heart to cinders where it is.
Fair Philomela, why she but lost her tongue,
And in a tedious sampler sewed her mind;
But, lovely niece, that mean is cut from thee;
A craftier Tereus, cousin, hast thou met,
And he hath cut those pretty fingers off
That could have better sewed than Philomel.
O, had the monster seen those lily hands
Tremble like aspen leaves upon a lute,
And make the silken strings delight to kiss them,
He would not then have touched them for his life.
Or had he heard the heavenly harmony
Which that sweet tongue hath made,
He would have dropped his knife, and fell asleep,
As Cerberus at the Thracian poetÕs feet.
Come, let us go, and make thy father blind,
For such a sight will blind a fatherÕs eye.
One hourÕs storm will drown the fragrant meads;
What will whole months of tears thy fatherÕs eyes?
Do not draw back, for we will mourn with thee.
O, could our mourning ease thy misery!
[Exeunt.]
ACT III
SCENE I. Rome. A street
Enter the Judges and Senators, with TitusÕ two sonsÊQuintusÊandÊMartiusÊbound, passing on the stage to the place of execution, andÊTitusÊgoing before, pleading.
TITUS.
Hear me, grave fathers; noble tribunes, stay!
For pity of mine age, whose youth was spent
In dangerous wars whilst you securely slept;
For all my blood in RomeÕs great quarrel shed,
For all the frosty nights that I have watched,
And for these bitter tears, which now you see
Filling the aged wrinkles in my cheeks,
Be pitiful to my condemned sons,
Whose souls are not corrupted as Õtis thought.
For two and twenty sons I never wept,
Because they died in honourÕs lofty bed.
[AndronicusÊlieth down, and the Judges pass by him.]
[Exeunt with the prisoners asÊTitusÊcontinues speaking.]
For these, tribunes, in the dust I write
My heartÕs deep languor and my soulÕs sad tears.
Let my tears staunch the earthÕs dry appetite;
My sonsÕ sweet blood will make it shame and blush.
O earth, I will befriend thee more with rain
That shall distil from these two ancient urns,
Than youthful April shall with all his showers.
In summerÕs drought IÕll drop upon thee still;
In winter with warm tears IÕll melt the snow,
And keep eternal spring-time on thy face,
So thou refuse to drink my dear sonsÕ blood.
EnterÊLuciusÊwith his weapon drawn.
O reverend tribunes! O gentle aged men!
Unbind my sons, reverse the doom of death;
And let me say, that never wept before,
My tears are now prevailing orators.
LUCIUS.
O noble father, you lament in vain.
The tribunes hear you not, no man is by;
And you recount your sorrows to a stone.
TITUS.
Ah, Lucius, for thy brothers let me plead.
Grave tribunes, once more I entreat of youÑ
LUCIUS.
My gracious lord, no tribune hears you speak.
TITUS.
Why, Õtis no matter, man. If they did hear,
They would not mark me; if they did mark,
They would not pity me, yet plead I must,
And bootless unto them.
Therefore I tell my sorrows to the stones,
Who, though they cannot answer my distress,
Yet in some sort they are better than the tribunes,
For that they will not intercept my tale.
When I do weep, they humbly at my feet
Receive my tears, and seem to weep with me;
And were they but attired in grave weeds,
Rome could afford no tribunes like to these.
A stone is soft as wax, tribunes more hard than stones;
A stone is silent, and offendeth not,
And tribunes with their tongues doom men to death.
But wherefore standÕst thou with thy weapon drawn?
LUCIUS.
To rescue my two brothers from their death;
For which attempt the judges have pronounced
My everlasting doom of banishment.
TITUS.
O happy man, they have befriended thee.
Why, foolish Lucius, dost thou not perceive
That Rome is but a wilderness of tigers?
Tigers must prey, and Rome affords no prey
But me and mine. How happy art thou then,
From these devourers to be banished!
But who comes with our brother Marcus here?
EnterÊMarcusÊwithÊLavinia.
MARCUS.
Titus, prepare thy aged eyes to weep;
Or if not so, thy noble heart to break.
I bring consuming sorrow to thine age.
TITUS.
Will it consume me? Let me see it then.
MARCUS.
This was thy daughter.
TITUS.
Why, Marcus, so she is.
LUCIUS.
Ay me, this object kills me!
TITUS.
Faint-hearted boy, arise, and look upon her.
Speak, Lavinia, what accursed hand
Hath made thee handless in thy fatherÕs sight?
What fool hath added water to the sea,
Or brought a faggot to bright-burning Troy?
My grief was at the height before thou camÕst,
And now like Nilus it disdaineth bounds.
Give me a sword, IÕll chop off my hands too;
For they have fought for Rome, and all in vain;
And they have nursed this woe in feeding life;
In bootless prayer have they been held up,
And they have served me to effectless use.
Now all the service I require of them
Is that the one will help to cut the other.
ÕTis well, Lavinia, that thou hast no hands,
For hands to do Rome service is but vain.
LUCIUS.
Speak, gentle sister, who hath martyred thee?
MARCUS.
O, that delightful engine of her thoughts,
That blabbed them with such pleasing eloquence,
Is torn from forth that pretty hollow cage,
Where, like a sweet melodious bird, it sung
Sweet varied notes, enchanting every ear.
LUCIUS.
O, say thou for her, who hath done this deed?
MARCUS.
O, thus I found her straying in the park,
Seeking to hide herself, as doth the deer
That hath received some unrecuring wound.
TITUS.
It was my dear, and he that wounded her
Hath hurt me more than had he killed me dead.
For now I stand as one upon a rock,
Environed with a wilderness of sea,
Who marks the waxing tide grow wave by wave,
Expecting ever when some envious surge
Will in his brinish bowels swallow him.
This way to death my wretched sons are gone;
Here stands my other son, a banished man,
And here my brother, weeping at my woes.
But that which gives my soul the greatest spurn
Is dear Lavinia, dearer than my soul.
Had I but seen thy picture in this plight
It would have madded me. What shall I do
Now I behold thy lively body so?
Thou hast no hands to wipe away thy tears,
Nor tongue to tell me who hath martyred thee.
Thy husband he is dead, and for his death
Thy brothers are condemned, and dead by this.
Look, Marcus! Ah, son Lucius, look on her!
When I did name her brothers, then fresh tears
Stood on her cheeks, as doth the honey-dew
Upon a gathered lily almost withered.
MARCUS.
Perchance she weeps because they killed her husband;
Perchance because she knows them innocent.
TITUS.
If they did kill thy husband, then be joyful,
Because the law hath taÕen revenge on them.
No, no, they would not do so foul a deed;
Witness the sorrow that their sister makes.
Gentle Lavinia, let me kiss thy lips,
Or make some sign how I may do thee ease.
Shall thy good uncle, and thy brother Lucius,
And thou, and I, sit round about some fountain,
Looking all downwards to behold our cheeks
How they are stained, like meadows yet not dry,
With miry slime left on them by a flood?
And in the fountain shall we gaze so long
Till the fresh taste be taken from that clearness,
And made a brine-pit with our bitter tears?
Or shall we cut away our hands like thine?
Or shall we bite our tongues, and in dumb shows
Pass the remainder of our hateful days?
What shall we do? Let us that have our tongues
Plot some device of further misery,
To make us wondered at in time to come.
LUCIUS.
Sweet father, cease your tears; for at your grief
See how my wretched sister sobs and weeps.
MARCUS.
Patience, dear niece. Good Titus, dry thine eyes.
TITUS.
Ah, Marcus, Marcus! Brother, well I wot
Thy napkin cannot drink a tear of mine,
For thou, poor man, hast drowned it with thine own.
LUCIUS.
Ah, my Lavinia, I will wipe thy cheeks.
TITUS.
Mark, Marcus, mark! I understand her signs.
Had she a tongue to speak, now would she say
That to her brother which I said to thee.
His napkin, with his true tears all bewet,
Can do no service on her sorrowful cheeks.
O, what a sympathy of woe is this,
As far from help as limbo is from bliss.
EnterÊAaronÊthe Moor, alone.
AARON.
Titus Andronicus, my lord the emperor
Sends thee this word, that, if thou love thy sons,
Let Marcus, Lucius, or thyself, old Titus,
Or any one of you, chop off your hand
And send it to the king; he for the same
Will send thee hither both thy sons alive,
And that shall be the ransom for their fault.
TITUS.
O gracious emperor! O gentle Aaron!
Did ever raven sing so like a lark
That gives sweet tidings of the sunÕs uprise?
With all my heart IÕll send the emperor my hand.
Good Aaron, wilt thou help to chop it off?
LUCIUS.
Stay, father, for that noble hand of thine,
That hath thrown down so many enemies,
Shall not be sent. My hand will serve the turn.
My youth can better spare my blood than you;
And therefore mine shall save my brothersÕ lives.
MARCUS.
Which of your hands hath not defended Rome,
And reared aloft the bloody battle-axe,
Writing destruction on the enemyÕs castle?
O, none of both but are of high desert.
My hand hath been but idle; let it serve
To ransom my two nephews from their death;
Then have I kept it to a worthy end.
AARON.
Nay, come, agree whose hand shall go along,
For fear they die before their pardon come.
MARCUS.
My hand shall go.
LUCIUS.
By heaven, it shall not go!
TITUS.
Sirs, strive no more. Such withered herbs as these
Are meet for plucking up, and therefore mine.
LUCIUS.
Sweet father, if I shall be thought thy son,
Let me redeem my brothers both from death.
MARCUS.
And for our fatherÕs sake and motherÕs care,
Now let me show a brotherÕs love to thee.
TITUS.
Agree between you; I will spare my hand.
LUCIUS.
Then IÕll go fetch an axe.
MARCUS.
But I will use the axe.
[ExeuntÊLuciusÊandÊMarcus.]
TITUS.
Come hither, Aaron; IÕll deceive them both.
Lend me thy hand, and I will give thee mine.
AARON.
[Aside.] If that be called deceit, I will be honest,
And never whilst I live deceive men so.
But IÕll deceive you in another sort,
And that youÕll say ere half an hour pass.
[He cuts offÊTitusÕsÊhand.]
EnterÊLuciusÊandÊMarcusÊagain.
TITUS.
Now stay your strife. What shall be is dispatched.
Good Aaron, give his majesty my hand.
Tell him it was a hand that warded him
From thousand dangers, bid him bury it;
More hath it merited, that let it have.
As for my sons, say I account of them
As jewels purchased at an easy price;
And yet dear too, because I bought mine own.
AARON.
I go, Andronicus; and for thy hand
Look by and by to have thy sons with thee.
[Aside.] Their heads, I mean. O, how this villainy
Doth fat me with the very thoughts of it!
Let fools do good, and fair men call for grace,
Aaron will have his soul black like his face.
[Exit.]
TITUS.
O, here I lift this one hand up to heaven,
And bow this feeble ruin to the earth.
If any power pities wretched tears,
To that I call! [To Lavinia.] What, wouldst thou kneel with me?
Do, then, dear heart; for heaven shall hear our prayers,
Or with our sighs weÕll breathe the welkin dim,
And stain the sun with fog, as sometime clouds
When they do hug him in their melting bosoms.
MARCUS.
O brother, speak with possibility,
And do not break into these deep extremes.
TITUS.
Is not my sorrow deep, having no bottom?
Then be my passions bottomless with them.
MARCUS.
But yet let reason govern thy lament.
TITUS.
If there were reason for these miseries,
Then into limits could I bind my woes.
When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth oÕerflow?
If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad,
Threatening the welkin with his big-swolÕn face?
And wilt thou have a reason for this coil?
I am the sea. Hark how her sighs doth flow!
She is the weeping welkin, I the earth.
Then must my sea be moved with her sighs;
Then must my earth with her continual tears
Become a deluge, overflowed and drowned;
For why my bowels cannot hide her woes,
But like a drunkard must I vomit them.
Then give me leave, for losers will have leave
To ease their stomachs with their bitter tongues.
Enter aÊMessengerÊwith two heads and a hand.
MESSENGER.
Worthy Andronicus, ill art thou repaid
For that good hand thou sentÕst the emperor.
Here are the heads of thy two noble sons,
And hereÕs thy hand, in scorn to thee sent back.
Thy grief their sports, thy resolution mocked;
That woe is me to think upon thy woes,
More than remembrance of my fatherÕs death.
[Exit.]
MARCUS.
Now let hot Etna cool in Sicily,
And be my heart an ever-burning hell!
These miseries are more than may be borne.
To weep with them that weep doth ease some deal,
But sorrow flouted at is double death.
LUCIUS.
Ah, that this sight should make so deep a wound,
And yet detested life not shrink thereat!
That ever death should let life bear his name,
Where life hath no more interest but to breathe!
[LaviniaÊkissesÊTitus.]
MARCUS.
Alas, poor heart, that kiss is comfortless
As frozen water to a starved snake.
TITUS.
When will this fearful slumber have an end?
MARCUS.
Now farewell, flattery; die, Andronicus;
Thou dost not slumber. See thy two sonsÕ heads,
Thy warlike hand, thy mangled daughter here;
Thy other banished son with this dear sight
Struck pale and bloodless; and thy brother, I,
Even like a stony image, cold and numb.
Ah, now no more will I control thy griefs.
Rent off thy silver hair, thy other hand
Gnawing with thy teeth; and be this dismal sight
The closing up of our most wretched eyes.
Now is a time to storm; why art thou still?
TITUS.
Ha, ha, ha!
MARCUS.
Why dost thou laugh? It fits not with this hour.
TITUS.
Why, I have not another tear to shed.
Besides, this sorrow is an enemy,
And would usurp upon my watery eyes,
And make them blind with tributary tears.
Then which way shall I find RevengeÕs cave?
For these two heads do seem to speak to me,
And threat me I shall never come to bliss
Till all these mischiefs be returned again
Even in their throats that have committed them.
Come, let me see what task I have to do.
You heavy people, circle me about,
That I may turn me to each one of you,
And swear unto my soul to right your wrongs.
The vow is made. Come, brother, take a head;
And in this hand the other will I bear.
And, Lavinia, thou shalt be employed in these arms.
Bear thou my hand, sweet wench, between thy teeth.
As for thee, boy, go, get thee from my sight;
Thou art an exile, and thou must not stay.
Hie to the Goths, and raise an army there.
And if you love me, as I think you do,
LetÕs kiss and part, for we have much to do.
[ExeuntÊTitus, MarcusÊandÊLavinia.]
LUCIUS.
Farewell, Andronicus, my noble father,
The woefullÕst man that ever lived in Rome.
Farewell, proud Rome, till Lucius come again;
He loves his pledges dearer than his life.
Farewell, Lavinia, my noble sister;
O, would thou wert as thou tofore hast been!
But now nor Lucius nor Lavinia lives
But in oblivion and hateful griefs.
If Lucius live, he will requite your wrongs,
And make proud Saturnine and his empress
Beg at the gates, like Tarquin and his queen.
Now will I to the Goths, and raise a power
To be revenged on Rome and Saturnine.
[Exit.]
SCENE II. Rome. A Room in TitusÕs House. A banquet set out
EnterÊTitus Andronicus, Marcus, LaviniaÊand the boyÊYoung Lucius.
TITUS.
So so; now sit; and look you eat no more
Than will preserve just so much strength in us
As will revenge these bitter woes of ours.
Marcus, unknit that sorrow-wreathen knot.
Thy niece and I, poor creatures, want our hands,
And cannot passionate our tenfold grief
With folded arms. This poor right hand of mine
Is left to tyrannize upon my breast;
Who when my heart, all mad with misery,
Beats in this hollow prison of my flesh,
Then thus I thump it down.
Thou map of woe, that thus dost talk in signs,
When thy poor heart beats with outrageous beating,
Thou canst not strike it thus to make it still.
Wound it with sighing, girl, kill it with groans;
Or get some little knife between thy teeth,
And just against thy heart make thou a hole,
That all the tears that thy poor eyes let fall
May run into that sink, and, soaking in,
Drown the lamenting fool in sea-salt tears.
MARCUS.
Fie, brother, fie! Teach her not thus to lay
Such violent hands upon her tender life.
TITUS.
How now! Has sorrow made thee dote already?
Why, Marcus, no man should be mad but I.
What violent hands can she lay on her life?
Ah, wherefore dost thou urge the name of hands,
To bid ®neas tell the tale twice oÕer
How Troy was burnt and he made miserable?
O, handle not the theme, to talk of hands,
Lest we remember still that we have none.
Fie, fie, how frantically I square my talk,
As if we should forget we had no hands,
If Marcus did not name the word of hands!
Come, letÕs fall to; and, gentle girl, eat this.
Here is no drink! Hark, Marcus, what she says;
I can interpret all her martyred signs.
She says she drinks no other drink but tears,
Brewed with her sorrow, meshed upon her cheeks.
Speechless complainer, I will learn thy thought;
In thy dumb action will I be as perfect
As begging hermits in their holy prayers.
Thou shalt not sigh, nor hold thy stumps to heaven,
Nor wink, nor nod, nor kneel, nor make a sign,
But I of these will wrest an alphabet,
And by still practice learn to know thy meaning.
YOUNG LUCIUS.
Good grandsire, leave these bitter deep laments.
Make my aunt merry with some pleasing tale.
MARCUS.
Alas, the tender boy, in passion moved,
Doth weep to see his grandsireÕs heaviness.
TITUS.
Peace, tender sapling; thou art made of tears,
And tears will quickly melt thy life away.
[MarcusÊstrikes the dish with a knife.]
What dost thou strike at, Marcus, with thy knife?
MARCUS.
At that that I have killed, my lord, a fly.
TITUS.
Out on thee, murderer! Thou killÕst my heart;
Mine eyes are cloyed with view of tyranny;
A deed of death done on the innocent
Becomes not TitusÕ brother. Get thee gone;
I see thou art not for my company.
MARCUS.
Alas, my lord, I have but killed a fly.
TITUS.
ÒButÓ? How if that fly had a father and mother?
How would he hang his slender gilded wings
And buzz lamenting doings in the air!
Poor harmless fly,
That with his pretty buzzing melody,
Came here to make us merry, and thou hast killed him.
MARCUS.
Pardon me, sir; Õtwas a black ill-favoured fly,
Like to the empressÕ Moor; therefore I killed him.
TITUS.
O, O, O!
Then pardon me for reprehending thee,
For thou hast done a charitable deed.
Give me thy knife, I will insult on him,
Flattering myself as if it were the Moor
Come hither purposely to poison me.
ThereÕs for thyself, and thatÕs for Tamora.
Ah, sirrah!
Yet, I think, we are not brought so low
But that between us we can kill a fly
That comes in likeness of a coal-black Moor.
MARCUS.
Alas, poor man, grief has so wrought on him,
He takes false shadows for true substances.
TITUS.
Come, take away. Lavinia, go with me.
IÕll to thy closet, and go read with thee
Sad stories chanced in the times of old.
Come, boy, and go with me. Thy sight is young,
And thou shalt read when mine begin to dazzle.
[Exeunt.]
ACT IV
SCENE I. Rome. Before TitusÕs House
EnterÊYoung LuciusÊandÊLaviniaÊrunning after him, and the boy flies from her with his books under his arm. EnterÊTitusÊandÊMarcus.
YOUNG LUCIUS.
Help, grandsire, help! My aunt Lavinia
Follows me everywhere, I know not why.
Good uncle Marcus, see how swift she comes!
Alas, sweet aunt, I know not what you mean.
MARCUS.
Stand by me, Lucius. Do not fear thine aunt.
TITUS.
She loves thee, boy, too well to do thee harm.
YOUNG LUCIUS
Ay, when my father was in Rome she did.
MARCUS.
What means my niece Lavinia by these signs?
TITUS.
Fear her not, Lucius. Somewhat doth she mean.
See, Lucius, see how much she makes of thee.
Somewhither would she have thee go with her.
Ah, boy, Cornelia never with more care
Read to her sons than she hath read to thee
Sweet poetry and TullyÕsÊOrator.
MARCUS.
Canst thou not guess wherefore she plies thee thus?
YOUNG LUCIUS.
My lord, I know not, I, nor can I guess,
Unless some fit or frenzy do possess her;
For I have heard my grandsire say full oft,
Extremity of griefs would make men mad;
And I have read that Hecuba of Troy
Ran mad for sorrow. That made me to fear,
Although, my lord, I know my noble aunt
Loves me as dear as eÕer my mother did,
And would not, but in fury, fright my youth;
Which made me down to throw my books, and fly,
Causeless, perhaps. But pardon me, sweet aunt.
And, madam, if my uncle Marcus go,
I will most willingly attend your ladyship.
MARCUS.
Lucius, I will.
[LaviniaÊturns over with her stumps the books which Lucius has let fall.]
TITUS.
How now, Lavinia? Marcus, what means this?
Some book there is that she desires to see.
Which is it, girl, of these? Open them, boy.
But thou art deeper read and better skilled.
Come and take choice of all my library,
And so beguile thy sorrow, till the heavens
Reveal the damned contriver of this deed.
Why lifts she up her arms in sequence thus?
MARCUS.
I think she means that there were more than one
Confederate in the fact. Ay, more there was,
Or else to heaven she heaves them for revenge.
TITUS.
Lucius, what book is that she tosseth so?
YOUNG LUCIUS.
Grandsire, Õtis OvidÕsÊMetamorphosis.
My mother gave it me.
MARCUS.
For love of her thatÕs gone,
Perhaps, she culled it from among the rest.
TITUS.
Soft! So busily she turns the leaves!
Help her! What would she find? Lavinia, shall I read?
This is the tragic tale of Philomel,
And treats of TereusÕ treason and his rape;
And rape, I fear, was root of thy annoy.
MARCUS.
See, brother, see! Note how she quotes the leaves.
TITUS.
Lavinia, wert thou thus surprised, sweet girl,
Ravished and wronged, as Philomela was,
Forced in the ruthless, vast, and gloomy woods?
See, see!
Ay, such a place there is where we did hunt,Ñ
O, had we never, never hunted there!Ñ
Patterned by that the poet here describes,
By nature made for murders and for rapes.
MARCUS.
O, why should nature build so foul a den,
Unless the gods delight in tragedies?
TITUS.
Give signs, sweet girl, for here are none but friends,
What Roman lord it was durst do the deed.
Or slunk not Saturnine, as Tarquin erst,
That left the camp to sin in LucreceÕ bed?
MARCUS.
Sit down, sweet niece. Brother, sit down by me.
Apollo, Pallas, Jove, or Mercury,
Inspire me, that I may this treason find!
My lord, look here. Look here, Lavinia.
This sandy plot is plain; guide, if thou canst,
This after me. I have writ my name
[He writes his name with his staff and guides it with feet and mouth.]
Without the help of any hand at all.
Cursed be that heart that forced us to this shift!
Write thou, good niece, and here display at last
What God will have discovered for revenge.
Heaven guide thy pen to print thy sorrows plain,
That we may know the traitors and the truth!
[She takes the staff in her mouth, and guides it with her stumps and writes.]
O, do ye read, my lord, what she hath writ?
TITUS.
ÒStuprum. Chiron. Demetrius.Ó
MARCUS.
What, what! The lustful sons of Tamora
Performers of this heinous bloody deed?
TITUS.
Magni Dominator poli,
Tam lentus audis scelera, tam lentus vides?
MARCUS.
O, calm thee, gentle lord, although I know
There is enough written upon this earth
To stir a mutiny in the mildest thoughts
And arm the minds of infants to exclaims.
My lord, kneel down with me; Lavinia, kneel;
And kneel, sweet boy, the Roman HectorÕs hope;
And swear with me, as, with the woeful fere
And father of that chaste dishonoured dame,
Lord Junius Brutus sware for LucreceÕ rape,
That we will prosecute, by good advice
Mortal revenge upon these traitorous Goths,
And see their blood, or die with this reproach.
TITUS.
ÕTis sure enough, an you knew how.
But if you hunt these bear-whelps, then beware;
The dam will wake, and if she wind you once.
SheÕs with the lion deeply still in league,
And lulls him whilst she playeth on her back,
And when he sleeps will she do what she list.
You are a young huntsman, Marcus; let alone;
And come, I will go get a leaf of brass,
And with a gad of steel will write these words,
And lay it by. The angry northern wind
Will blow these sands like SibylÕs leaves abroad,
And whereÕs our lesson, then? Boy, what say you?
YOUNG LUCIUS.
I say, my lord, that if I were a man,
Their motherÕs bedchamber should not be safe
For these base bondmen to the yoke of Rome.
MARCUS.
Ay, thatÕs my boy! Thy father hath full oft
For his ungrateful country done the like.
YOUNG LUCIUS.
And, uncle, so will I, an if I live.
TITUS.
Come, go with me into mine armoury.
Lucius, IÕll fit thee; and withal, my boy,
Shall carry from me to the empressÕ sons
Presents that I intend to send them both.
Come, come; thouÕlt do my message, wilt thou not?
YOUNG LUCIUS.
Ay, with my dagger in their bosoms, grandsire.
TITUS.
No, boy, not so. IÕll teach thee another course.
Lavinia, come. Marcus, look to my house.
Lucius and IÕll go brave it at the court;
Ay, marry, will we, sir; and weÕll be waited on.
[ExeuntÊTitus, LaviniaÊandÊYoung Lucius.]
MARCUS.
O heavens, can you hear a good man groan
And not relent, or not compassion him?
Marcus, attend him in his ecstasy,
That hath more scars of sorrow in his heart
Than foemenÕs marks upon his battered shield,
But yet so just that he will not revenge.
Revenge ye heavens for old Andronicus!
[Exit.]
SCENE II. Rome. A Room in the Palace
EnterÊAaron, ChironÊandÊDemetriusÊat one door, and at the other doorÊYoung LuciusÊand another, with a bundle of weapons and verses writ upon them.
CHIRON.
Demetrius, hereÕs the son of Lucius;
He hath some message to deliver us.
AARON.
Ay, some mad message from his mad grandfather.
YOUNG LUCIUS.
My lords, with all the humbleness I may,
I greet your honours from Andronicus;
[Aside.] And pray the Roman gods confound you both.
DEMETRIUS.
Gramercy, lovely Lucius. WhatÕs the news?
YOUNG LUCIUS.
[Aside.] That you are both deciphered, thatÕs the news,
For villains marked with rape. [Aloud.] May it please you,
My grandsire, well advised, hath sent by me
The goodliest weapons of his armoury
To gratify your honourable youth,
The hope of Rome; for so he bid me say;
And so I do, and with his gifts present
Your lordships, that, whenever you have need,
You may be armed and appointed well.
And so I leave you both, [Aside.] like bloody villains.
[ExeuntÊYoung LuciusÊand Attendant.]
DEMETRIUS.
WhatÕs here? A scroll; and written round about?
LetÕs see:
[Reads.]ÊInteger vitae, scelerisque purus,
Non eget Mauri iaculis, nec arcu.
CHIRON.
O, Õtis a verse in Horace; I know it well.
I read it in the grammar long ago.
AARON.
Ay, just; a verse in Horace; right, you have it.
[Aside.] Now, what a thing it is to be an ass!
HereÕs no sound jest! The old man hath found their guilt,
And sends them weapons wrapped about with lines,
That wound, beyond their feeling, to the quick.
But were our witty empress well afoot,
She would applaud AndronicusÕ conceit.
But let her rest in her unrest awhile.Ñ
And now, young lords, wasÕt not a happy star
Led us to Rome, strangers, and more than so,
Captives, to be advanced to this height?
It did me good before the palace gate
To brave the tribune in his brotherÕs hearing.
DEMETRIUS.
But me more good to see so great a lord
Basely insinuate and send us gifts.
AARON.
Had he not reason, Lord Demetrius?
Did you not use his daughter very friendly?
DEMETRIUS.
I would we had a thousand Roman dames
At such a bay, by turn to serve our lust.
CHIRON.
A charitable wish, and full of love.
AARON.
Here lacks but your mother for to say amen.
CHIRON.
And that would she for twenty thousand more.
DEMETRIUS.
Come, let us go and pray to all the gods
For our beloved mother in her pains.
AARON.
[Aside.] Pray to the devils; the gods have given us over.
[Trumpets sound.]
DEMETRIUS.
Why do the emperorÕs trumpets flourish thus?
CHIRON.
Belike for joy the emperor hath a son.
DEMETRIUS.
Soft, who comes here?
EnterÊNurseÊwith a blackamoorÊChildÊin her arms.
NURSE.
Good morrow, lords.
O, tell me, did you see Aaron the Moor?
AARON.
Well, more or less, or neÕer a whit at all,
Here Aaron is; and what with Aaron now?
NURSE.
O gentle Aaron, we are all undone!
Now help, or woe betide thee evermore!
AARON.
Why, what a caterwauling dost thou keep!
What dost thou wrap and fumble in thy arms?
NURSE.
O, that which I would hide from heavenÕs eye,
Our empressÕ shame and stately RomeÕs disgrace.
She is delivered, lords, she is delivered.
AARON.
To whom?
NURSE.
I mean, sheÕs brought a-bed.
AARON.
Well, God give her good rest! What hath he sent her?
NURSE.
A devil.
AARON.
Why, then she is the devilÕs dam. A joyful issue.
NURSE.
A joyless, dismal, black, and sorrowful issue.
Here is the babe, as loathsome as a toad
Amongst the fair-faced breeders of our clime.
The empress sends it thee, thy stamp, thy seal,
And bids thee christen it with thy daggerÕs point.
AARON.
Zounds, ye whore, is black so base a hue?
Sweet blowse, you are a beauteous blossom sure.
DEMETRIUS.
Villain, what hast thou done?
AARON.
That which thou canst not undo.
CHIRON.
Thou hast undone our mother.
AARON.
Villain, I have done thy mother.
DEMETRIUS.
And therein, hellish dog, thou hast undone her.
Woe to her chance, and damned her loathed choice!
Accursed the offspring of so foul a fiend!
CHIRON.
It shall not live.
AARON.
It shall not die.
NURSE.
Aaron, it must; the mother wills it so.
AARON.
What, must it, nurse? Then let no man but I
Do execution on my flesh and blood.
DEMETRIUS.
IÕll broach the tadpole on my rapierÕs point.
Nurse, give it me; my sword shall soon dispatch it.
AARON.
Sooner this sword shall plough thy bowels up.
[Taking the baby.]
Stay, murderous villains, will you kill your brother?
Now, by the burning tapers of the sky
That shone so brightly when this boy was got,
He dies upon my scimitarÕs sharp point
That touches this my first-born son and heir.
I tell you, younglings, not Enceladus,
With all his threatening band of TyphonÕs brood,
Nor great Alcides, nor the god of war,
Shall seize this prey out of his fatherÕs hands.
What, what, ye sanguine, shallow-hearted boys!
Ye white-limed walls, ye alehouse-painted signs!
Coal-black is better than another hue
In that it scorns to bear another hue;
For all the water in the ocean
Can never turn the swanÕs black legs to white,
Although she lave them hourly in the flood.
Tell the empress from me, I am of age
To keep mine own, excuse it how she can.
DEMETRIUS.
Wilt thou betray thy noble mistress thus?
AARON.
My mistress is my mistress; this my self;
The vigour and the picture of my youth.
This before all the world do I prefer;
This maugre all the world will I keep safe,
Or some of you shall smoke for it in Rome.
DEMETRIUS.
By this our mother is for ever shamed.
CHIRON.
Rome will despise her for this foul escape.
NURSE.
The emperor in his rage will doom her death.
CHIRON.
I blush to think upon this ignomy.
AARON.
Why, thereÕs the privilege your beauty bears.
Fie, treacherous hue, that will betray with blushing
The close enacts and counsels of thy heart!
HereÕs a young lad framed of another leer.
Look how the black slave smiles upon the father,
As who should say ÒOld lad, I am thine own.Ó
He is your brother, lords, sensibly fed
Of that self blood that first gave life to you;
And from your womb where you imprisoned were
He is enfranchised and come to light.
Nay, he is your brother by the surer side,
Although my seal be stamped in his face.
NURSE.
Aaron, what shall I say unto the empress?
DEMETRIUS.
Advise thee, Aaron, what is to be done,
And we will all subscribe to thy advice.
Save thou the child, so we may all be safe.
AARON.
Then sit we down, and let us all consult.
My son and I will have the wind of you.
Keep there. Now talk at pleasure of your safety.
[They sit.]
DEMETRIUS.
How many women saw this child of his?
AARON.
Why, so, brave lords! When we join in league,
I am a lamb; but if you brave the Moor,
The chafed boar, the mountain lioness,
The ocean swells not so as Aaron storms.
But say again, how many saw the child?
NURSE.
Cornelia the midwife and myself,
And no one else but the delivered empress.
AARON.
The empress, the midwife, and yourself.
Two may keep counsel when the thirdÕs away.
Go to the empress; tell her this I said.
[He kills her.]
ÒWheak, wheak!Ó So cries a pig prepared to the spit.
DEMETRIUS.
What meanÕst thou, Aaron? Wherefore didst thou this?
AARON.
O Lord, sir, Õtis a deed of policy.
Shall she live to betray this guilt of ours,
A long-tongued babbling gossip? No, lords, no.
And now be it known to you my full intent.
Not far, one Muliteus lives, my countryman;
His wife but yesternight was brought to bed.
His child is like to her, fair as you are.
Go pack with him, and give the mother gold,
And tell them both the circumstance of all,
And how by this their child shall be advanced,
And be received for the emperorÕs heir,
And substituted in the place of mine,
To calm this tempest whirling in the court;
And let the emperor dandle him for his own.
Hark ye, lords; ye see I have given her physic,
[Indicating theÊNurse.]
And you must needs bestow her funeral;
The fields are near, and you are gallant grooms.
This done, see that you take no longer days,
But send the midwife presently to me.
The midwife and the nurse well made away,
Then let the ladies tattle what they please.
CHIRON.
Aaron, I see thou wilt not trust the air
With secrets.
DEMETRIUS.
For this care of Tamora,
Herself and hers are highly bound to thee.
[ExeuntÊDemetriusÊandÊChiron,Êcarrying theÊNurseÕsÊbody.]
AARON.
Now to the Goths, as swift as swallow flies,
There to dispose this treasure in mine arms,
And secretly to greet the empressÕ friends.
Come on, you thick-lipped slave, IÕll bear you hence;
For it is you that puts us to our shifts.
IÕll make you feed on berries and on roots,
And feed on curds and whey, and suck the goat,
And cabin in a cave, and bring you up
To be a warrior and command a camp.
[Exit.]
SCENE III. Rome. A public Place
EnterÊTitus,ÊoldÊMarcus,Êhis sonÊPublius, Young Lucius,Êand other gentlemen with bows, andÊTitusÊbears the arrows with letters on the ends of them.
TITUS.
Come, Marcus, come. Kinsmen, this is the way.
Sir boy, let me see your archery.
Look ye draw home enough, and Õtis there straight.
Terras Astraea reliquit.
Be you remembered, Marcus, sheÕs gone, sheÕs fled.
Sirs, take you to your tools. You, cousins, shall
Go sound the ocean and cast your nets;
Happily you may catch her in the sea;
Yet thereÕs as little justice as at land.
No; Publius and Sempronius, you must do it;
ÕTis you must dig with mattock and with spade,
And pierce the inmost centre of the earth.
Then, when you come to PlutoÕs region,
I pray you, deliver him this petition;
Tell him it is for justice and for aid,
And that it comes from old Andronicus,
Shaken with sorrows in ungrateful Rome.
Ah, Rome! Well, well, I made thee miserable
What time I threw the peopleÕs suffrages
On him that thus doth tyrannize oÕer me.
Go, get you gone; and pray be careful all,
And leave you not a man-of-war unsearched.
This wicked emperor may have shipped her hence;
And, kinsmen, then we may go pipe for justice.
MARCUS.
O Publius, is not this a heavy case,
To see thy noble uncle thus distract?
PUBLIUS.
Therefore, my lords, it highly us concerns
By day and night to attend him carefully,
And feed his humour kindly as we may,
Till time beget some careful remedy.
MARCUS.
Kinsmen, his sorrows are past remedy,
But . . . .
Join with the Goths, and with revengeful war
Take wreak on Rome for this ingratitude,
And vengeance on the traitor Saturnine.
TITUS.
Publius, how now? How now, my masters?
What, have you met with her?
PUBLIUS.
No, my good lord; but Pluto sends you word,
If you will have Revenge from hell, you shall.
Marry, for Justice, she is so employed,
He thinks, with Jove in heaven, or somewhere else,
So that perforce you must needs stay a time.
TITUS.
He doth me wrong to feed me with delays.
IÕll dive into the burning lake below,
And pull her out of Acheron by the heels.
Marcus, we are but shrubs, no cedars we,
No big-boned men framed of the CyclopsÕ size;
But metal, Marcus, steel to the very back,
Yet wrung with wrongs more than our backs can bear;
And sith thereÕs no justice in earth nor hell,
We will solicit heaven and move the gods
To send down Justice for to wreak our wrongs.
Come, to this gear. You are a good archer, Marcus.
[He gives them the arrows.]
ÒAd Jovem,Ó thatÕs for you; here, ÒAd ApollinemÓ;
ÒAd Martem,Ó thatÕs for myself;
Here, boy, Òto PallasÓ; here, Òto MercuryÓ;
ÒTo Saturn,Ó Caius, not to Saturnine;
You were as good to shoot against the wind.
To it, boy.ÑMarcus, loose when I bid.Ñ
Of my word, I have written to effect;
ThereÕs not a god left unsolicited.
MARCUS.
Kinsmen, shoot all your shafts into the court.
We will afflict the emperor in his pride.
TITUS.
Now, masters, draw. [They shoot.] O, well said, Lucius!
Good boy, in VirgoÕs lap! Give it Pallas.
MARCUS.
My lord, I aim a mile beyond the moon.
Your letter is with Jupiter by this.
TITUS.
Ha! ha! Publius, Publius, what hast thou done?
See, see, thou hast shot off one of TaurusÕ horns.
MARCUS.
This was the sport, my lord; when Publius shot,
The Bull, being galled, gave Aries such a knock
That down fell both the RamÕs horns in the court;
And who should find them but the empressÕ villain?
She laughed, and told the Moor he should not choose
But give them to his master for a present.
TITUS.
Why, there it goes. God give his lordship joy!
Enter theÊClownÊwith a basket and two pigeons in it.
News, news from heaven! Marcus, the post is come.
Sirrah, what tidings? Have you any letters?
Shall I have justice? What says Jupiter?
CLOWN.
Ho, the gibbet-maker? He says that he hath taken them down again, for the man must not be hanged till the next week.
TITUS.
But what says Jupiter, I ask thee?
CLOWN.
Alas, sir, I know not Jubiter; I never drank with him in all my life.
TITUS.
Why, villain, art not thou the carrier?
CLOWN.
Ay, of my pigeons, sir; nothing else.
TITUS.
Why, didst thou not come from heaven?
CLOWN.
From heaven? Alas, sir, I never came there. God forbid I should be so bold to press to heaven in my young days. Why, I am going with my pigeons to the tribunal plebs, to take up a matter of brawl betwixt my uncle and one of the emperalÕs men.
MARCUS.
Why, sir, that is as fit as can be to serve for your oration; and let him deliver the pigeons to the emperor from you.
TITUS.
Tell me, can you deliver an oration to the emperor with a grace?
CLOWN.
Nay, truly, sir, I could never say grace in all my life.
TITUS.
Sirrah, come hither. Make no more ado,
But give your pigeons to the emperor.
By me thou shalt have justice at his hands.
Hold, hold; meanwhile hereÕs money for thy charges.
Give me pen and ink.
Sirrah, can you with a grace deliver up a supplication?
CLOWN.
Ay, sir.
TITUS.
Then here is a supplication for you. And when you come to him, at the first approach you must kneel; then kiss his foot; then deliver up your pigeons; and then look for your reward. IÕll be at hand, sir; see you do it bravely.
CLOWN.
I warrant you, sir; let me alone.
TITUS.
Sirrah, hast thou a knife? Come let me see it.
Here, Marcus, fold it in the oration;
For thou hast made it like a humble suppliant.
And when thou hast given it to the emperor,
Knock at my door, and tell me what he says.
CLOWN.
God be with you, sir; I will.
[Exit.]
TITUS.
Come, Marcus, let us go. Publius, follow me.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE IV. Rome. Before the Palace
Enter EmperorÊSaturninusÊand EmpressÊTamoraÊand her two sonsÊChironÊandÊDemetrius,Êwith Attendants. The Emperor brings the arrows in his hand thatÊTitusÊshot at him.
SATURNINUS.
Why, lords, what wrongs are these! Was ever seen
An emperor in Rome thus overborne,
Troubled, confronted thus; and, for the extent
Of legal justice, used in such contempt?
My lords, you know, as know the mightful gods,
However these disturbers of our peace
Buzz in the peopleÕs ears, there naught hath passed
But even with law against the wilful sons
Of old Andronicus. And what an if
His sorrows have so overwhelmed his wits?
Shall we be thus afflicted in his wreaks,
His fits, his frenzy, and his bitterness?
And now he writes to heaven for his redress!
See, hereÕs Òto Jove,Ó and this Òto Mercury,Ó
This Òto Apollo,Ó this to the god of war.
Sweet scrolls to fly about the streets of Rome!
WhatÕs this but libelling against the senate,
And blazoning our injustice everywhere?
A goodly humour, is it not, my lords?
As who would say, in Rome no justice were.
But if I live, his feigned ecstasies
Shall be no shelter to these outrages;
But he and his shall know that justice lives
In SaturninusÕ health; whom, if she sleep,
HeÕll so awake as he in fury shall
Cut off the proudÕst conspirator that lives.
TAMORA.
My gracious lord, my lovely Saturnine,
Lord of my life, commander of my thoughts,
Calm thee, and bear the faults of TitusÕ age,
ThÕ effects of sorrow for his valiant sons,
Whose loss hath pierced him deep and scarred his heart;
And rather comfort his distressed plight
Than prosecute the meanest or the best
For these contempts. [Aside.] Why, thus it shall become
High-witted Tamora to gloze with all.
But, Titus, I have touched thee to the quick;
Thy life-blood out, if Aaron now be wise,
Then is all safe, the anchor in the port.
EnterÊClown.
How now, good fellow, wouldst thou speak with us?
CLOWN.
Yes, forsooth, an your mistresship be emperial.
TAMORA.
Empress I am, but yonder sits the emperor.
CLOWN.
ÕTis he. God and Saint Stephen give you good eÕen. I have brought you a letter and a couple of pigeons here.
[SaturninusÊreads the letter.]
SATURNINUS.
Go take him away, and hang him presently.
CLOWN.
How much money must I have?
TAMORA.
Come, sirrah, you must be hanged.
CLOWN.
Hanged! byÕr Lady, then I have brought up a neck to a fair end.
[Exit guarded.]
SATURNINUS.
Despiteful and intolerable wrongs!
Shall I endure this monstrous villainy?
I know from whence this same device proceeds.
May this be borne as if his traitorous sons,
That died by law for murder of our brother,
Have by my means been butchered wrongfully?
Go, drag the villain hither by the hair;
Nor age nor honour shall shape privilege.
For this proud mock IÕll be thy slaughterman,
Sly frantic wretch, that holpÕst to make me great,
In hope thyself should govern Rome and me.
EnterÊAemilius.
What news with thee, Aemilius?
AEMILIUS.
Arm, my lord! Rome never had more cause.
The Goths have gathered head, and with a power
Of high-resolved men, bent to the spoil,
They hither march amain, under conduct
Of Lucius, son to old Andronicus;
Who threats, in course of this revenge, to do
As much as ever Coriolanus did.
SATURNINUS.
Is warlike Lucius general of the Goths?
These tidings nip me, and I hang the head
As flowers with frost, or grass beat down with storms.
Ay, now begins our sorrows to approach.
ÕTis he the common people love so much;
Myself hath often overheard them say,
When I have walked like a private man,
That LuciusÕ banishment was wrongfully,
And they have wished that Lucius were their emperor.
TAMORA.
Why should you fear? Is not your city strong?
SATURNINUS.
Ay, but the citizens favour Lucius,
And will revolt from me to succour him.
TAMORA.
King, be thy thoughts imperious like thy name.
Is the sun dimmed, that gnats do fly in it?
The eagle suffers little birds to sing,
And is not careful what they mean thereby,
Knowing that with the shadow of his wings
He can at pleasure stint their melody;
Even so mayest thou the giddy men of Rome.
Then cheer thy spirit; for know, thou emperor,
I will enchant the old Andronicus
With words more sweet, and yet more dangerous,
Than baits to fish or honey-stalks to sheep,
Whenas the one is wounded with the bait,
The other rotted with delicious feed.
SATURNINUS.
But he will not entreat his son for us.
TAMORA.
If Tamora entreat him, then he will,
For I can smooth and fill his aged ears
With golden promises, that, were his heart
Almost impregnable, his old ears deaf,
Yet should both ear and heart obey my tongue.
[to Aemilius] Go thou before, be our ambassador.
Say that the emperor requests a parley
Of warlike Lucius, and appoint the meeting
Even at his fatherÕs house, the old Andronicus.
SATURNINUS.
Aemilius, do this message honourably,
And if he stand on hostage for his safety,
Bid him demand what pledge will please him best.
AEMILIUS.
Your bidding shall I do effectually.
[Exit.]
TAMORA.
Now will I to that old Andronicus,
And temper him with all the art I have,
To pluck proud Lucius from the warlike Goths.
And now, sweet emperor, be blithe again,
And bury all thy fear in my devices.
SATURNINUS.
Then go successantly, and plead to him.
[Exeunt.]
ACT V
SCENE I. Plains near Rome
EnterÊLuciusÊwith an army ofÊGoths, with drums and soldiers.
LUCIUS.
Approved warriors and my faithful friends,
I have received letters from great Rome
Which signifies what hate they bear their emperor
And how desirous of our sight they are.
Therefore, great lords, be, as your titles witness,
Imperious, and impatient of your wrongs;
And wherein Rome hath done you any scath,
Let him make treble satisfaction.
FIRST GOTH.
Brave slip, sprung from the great Andronicus,
Whose name was once our terror, now our comfort,
Whose high exploits and honourable deeds
Ingrateful Rome requites with foul contempt,
Be bold in us. WeÕll follow where thou leadÕst,
Like stinging bees in hottest summerÕs day
Led by their master to the flowered fields,
And be avenged on cursed Tamora.
GOTHS.
And as he saith, so say we all with him.
LUCIUS.
I humbly thank him, and I thank you all.
But who comes here, led by a lusty Goth?
Enter aÊGoth,Êleading ofÊAaronÊwith hisÊChildÊin his arms.
SECOND GOTH.
Renowned Lucius, from our troops I strayed
To gaze upon a ruinous monastery;
And as I earnestly did fix mine eye
Upon the wasted building, suddenly
I heard a child cry underneath a wall.
I made unto the noise, when soon I heard
The crying babe controlled with this discourse:
ÒPeace, tawny slave, half me and half thy dame!
Did not thy hue bewray whose brat thou art,
Had nature lent thee but thy motherÕs look,
Villain, thou mightst have been an emperor.
But where the bull and cow are both milk-white,
They never do beget a coal-black calf.
Peace, villain, peace!Ó even thus he rates the babe,
ÒFor I must bear thee to a trusty Goth,
Who, when he knows thou art the empressÕ babe,
Will hold thee dearly for thy motherÕs sake.Ó
With this, my weapon drawn, I rushed upon him,
Surprised him suddenly, and brought him hither
To use as you think needful of the man.
LUCIUS.
O worthy Goth, this is the incarnate devil
That robbed Andronicus of his good hand;
This is the pearl that pleased your empressÕ eye;
And hereÕs the base fruit of her burning lust.
Say, wall-eyed slave, whither wouldst thou convey
This growing image of thy fiend-like face?
Why dost not speak? What, deaf? Not a word?
A halter, soldiers, hang him on this tree,
And by his side his fruit of bastardy.
AARON.
Touch not the boy, he is of royal blood.
LUCIUS.
Too like the sire for ever being good.
First hang the child, that he may see it sprawl,
A sight to vex the fatherÕs soul withal.
Get me a ladder.
[A ladder is brought, whichÊAaronÊis made to ascend.]
AARON.
Lucius, save the child;
And bear it from me to the empress.
If thou do this, IÕll show thee wondrous things
That highly may advantage thee to hear.
If thou wilt not, befall what may befall,
IÕll speak no more but ÒVengeance rot you all!Ó
LUCIUS.
Say on, and if it please me which thou speakÕst,
Thy child shall live, and I will see it nourished.
AARON.
And if it please thee? Why, assure thee, Lucius,
ÕTwill vex thy soul to hear what I shall speak;
For I must talk of murders, rapes, and massacres,
Acts of black night, abominable deeds,
Complots of mischief, treason, villainies,
Ruthful to hear, yet piteously performed.
And this shall all be buried in my death,
Unless thou swear to me my child shall live.
LUCIUS.
Tell on thy mind; I say thy child shall live.
AARON.
Swear that he shall, and then I will begin.
LUCIUS.
Who should I swear by? Thou believÕst no god.
That granted, how canst thou believe an oath?
AARON.
What if I do not? As indeed I do not;
Yet, for I know thou art religious,
And hast a thing within thee called conscience,
With twenty popish tricks and ceremonies
Which I have seen thee careful to observe,
Therefore I urge thy oath; for that I know
An idiot holds his bauble for a god,
And keeps the oath which by that god he swears,
To that IÕll urge him. Therefore thou shalt vow
By that same god, what god soeÕer it be
That thou adorest and hast in reverence,
To save my boy, to nourish and bring him up;
Or else I will discover naught to thee.
LUCIUS.
Even by my god I swear to thee I will.
AARON.
First know thou, I begot him on the empress.
LUCIUS.
O most insatiate and luxurious woman!
AARON.
Tut, Lucius, this was but a deed of charity
To that which thou shalt hear of me anon.
ÕTwas her two sons that murdered Bassianus;
They cut thy sisterÕs tongue, and ravished her,
And cut her hands, and trimmed her as thou sawest.
LUCIUS.
O detestable villain, callÕst thou that trimming?
AARON.
Why, she was washed, and cut, and trimmed; and Õtwas
Trim sport for them which had the doing of it.
LUCIUS.
O barbarous beastly villains, like thyself!
AARON.
Indeed, I was their tutor to instruct them.
That codding spirit had they from their mother,
As sure a card as ever won the set;
That bloody mind I think they learned of me,
As true a dog as ever fought at head.
Well, let my deeds be witness of my worth.
I trained thy brethren to that guileful hole
Where the dead corpse of Bassianus lay.
I wrote the letter that thy father found,
And hid the gold within that letter mentioned,
Confederate with the queen and her two sons.
And what not done, that thou hast cause to rue,
Wherein I had no stroke of mischief inÕt?
I played the cheater for thy fatherÕs hand,
And, when I had it, drew myself apart,
And almost broke my heart with extreme laughter.
I pried me through the crevice of a wall
When, for his hand, he had his two sonsÕ heads;
Beheld his tears, and laughed so heartily
That both mine eyes were rainy like to his.
And when I told the empress of this sport,
She sounded almost at my pleasing tale,
And for my tidings gave me twenty kisses.
GOTH.
What, canst thou say all this and never blush?
AARON.
Ay, like a black dog, as the saying is.
LUCIUS.
Art thou not sorry for these heinous deeds?
AARON.
Ay, that I had not done a thousand more.
Even now I curse the day, and yet, I think,
Few come within the compass of my curse,
Wherein I did not some notorious ill,
As kill a man, or else devise his death;
Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it;
Accuse some innocent, and forswear myself;
Set deadly enmity between two friends;
Make poor menÕs cattle break their necks;
Set fire on barns and haystalks in the night,
And bid the owners quench them with their tears.
Oft have I digged up dead men from their graves,
And set them upright at their dear friendsÕ door,
Even when their sorrows almost was forgot,
And on their skins, as on the bark of trees,
Have with my knife carved in Roman letters,
ÒLet not your sorrow die, though I am dead.Ó
But I have done a thousand dreadful things
As willingly as one would kill a fly,
And nothing grieves me heartily indeed
But that I cannot do ten thousand more.
LUCIUS.
Bring down the devil, for he must not die
So sweet a death as hanging presently.
AARON.
If there be devils, would I were a devil,
To live and burn in everlasting fire,
So I might have your company in hell
But to torment you with my bitter tongue!
LUCIUS.
Sirs, stop his mouth, and let him speak no more.
EnterÊAemilius.
GOTH.
My lord, there is a messenger from Rome
Desires to be admitted to your presence.
LUCIUS.
Let him come near.
Welcome, Aemilius. WhatÕs the news from Rome?
AEMILIUS.
Lord Lucius, and you princes of the Goths,
The Roman emperor greets you all by me;
And, for he understands you are in arms,
He craves a parley at your fatherÕs house,
Willing you to demand your hostages,
And they shall be immediately delivered.
FIRST GOTH.
What says our general?
LUCIUS.
Aemilius, let the emperor give his pledges
Unto my father and my uncle Marcus,
And we will come. March away.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE II. Rome. Before TitusÕs House
EnterÊTamoraÊand her two sons, disguised.
TAMORA.
Thus, in this strange and sad habiliment,
I will encounter with Andronicus,
And say I am Revenge, sent from below
To join with him and right his heinous wrongs.
Knock at his study, where they say he keeps
To ruminate strange plots of dire revenge;
Tell him Revenge is come to join with him
And work confusion on his enemies.
[They knock.]
TitusÊabove opens his study door.
TITUS.
Who doth molest my contemplation?
Is it your trick to make me ope the door,
That so my sad decrees may fly away
And all my study be to no effect?
You are deceived; for what I mean to do
See here in bloody lines I have set down;
And what is written shall be executed.
TAMORA.
Titus, I am come to talk with thee.
TITUS.
No, not a word; how can I grace my talk,
Wanting a hand to give it action?
Thou hast the odds of me; therefore no more.
TAMORA.
If thou didst know me, thou wouldst talk with me.
TITUS.
I am not mad; I know thee well enough.
Witness this wretched stump, witness these crimson lines;
Witness these trenches made by grief and care;
Witness the tiring day and heavy night;
Witness all sorrow that I know thee well
For our proud empress, mighty Tamora.
Is not thy coming for my other hand?
TAMORA.
Know thou, sad man, I am not Tamora;
She is thy enemy, and I thy friend.
I am Revenge, sent from thÕ infernal kingdom
To ease the gnawing vulture of thy mind
By working wreakful vengeance on thy foes.
Come down and welcome me to this worldÕs light;
Confer with me of murder and of death.
ThereÕs not a hollow cave or lurking-place,
No vast obscurity or misty vale,
Where bloody murder or detested rape
Can couch for fear but I will find them out,
And in their ears tell them my dreadful name,
Revenge, which makes the foul offender quake.
TITUS.
Art thou Revenge? And art thou sent to me
To be a torment to mine enemies?
TAMORA.
I am; therefore come down and welcome me.
TITUS.
Do me some service ere I come to thee.
Lo, by thy side where Rape and Murder stands;
Now give some surance that thou art Revenge:
Stab them, or tear them on thy chariot wheels,
And then IÕll come and be thy waggoner,
And whirl along with thee about the globe.
Provide thee two proper palfreys, black as jet,
To hale thy vengeful waggon swift away,
And find out murderers in their guilty caves.
And when thy car is loaden with their heads,
I will dismount, and by the waggon-wheel
Trot like a servile footman all day long,
Even from HyperionÕs rising in the east
Until his very downfall in the sea.
And day by day IÕll do this heavy task,
So thou destroy Rapine and Murder there.
TAMORA.
These are my ministers, and come with me.
TITUS.
Are they thy ministers? What are they called?
TAMORA.
Rapine and Murder; therefore called so
ÕCause they take vengeance of such kind of men.
TITUS.
Good Lord, how like the empressÕ sons they are,
And you the empress! But we worldly men
Have miserable, mad, mistaking eyes.
O sweet Revenge, now do I come to thee;
And, if one armÕs embracement will content thee,
I will embrace thee in it by and by.
[He exits above.]
TAMORA.
This closing with him fits his lunacy.
WhateÕer I forge to feed his brain-sick humours,
Do you uphold and maintain in your speeches,
For now he firmly takes me for Revenge;
And, being credulous in this mad thought,
IÕll make him send for Lucius his son;
And whilst I at a banquet hold him sure,
IÕll find some cunning practice out of hand
To scatter and disperse the giddy Goths,
Or, at the least, make them his enemies.
See, here he comes, and I must ply my theme.
EnterÊTitus.
TITUS.
Long have I been forlorn, and all for thee.
Welcome, dread Fury, to my woeful house.
Rapine and Murder, you are welcome too.
How like the empress and her sons you are!
Well are you fitted, had you but a Moor.
Could not all hell afford you such a devil?
For well I wot the empress never wags
But in her company there is a Moor;
And, would you represent our queen aright,
It were convenient you had such a devil.
But welcome as you are. What shall we do?
TAMORA.
What wouldst thou have us do, Andronicus?
DEMETRIUS.
Show me a murderer, IÕll deal with him.
CHIRON.
Show me a villain that hath done a rape,
And I am sent to be revenged on him.
TAMORA.
Show me a thousand that hath done thee wrong,
And I will be revenged on them all.
TITUS.
Look round about the wicked streets of Rome,
And when thou findÕst a man thatÕs like thyself,
Good Murder, stab him; heÕs a murderer.
Go thou with him; and when it is thy hap
To find another that is like to thee,
Good Rapine, stab him; he is a ravisher.
Go thou with them; and in the emperorÕs court
There is a queen, attended by a Moor;
Well shalt thou know her by thine own proportion,
For up and down she doth resemble thee.
I pray thee, do on them some violent death;
They have been violent to me and mine.
TAMORA.
Well hast thou lessoned us; this shall we do.
But would it please thee, good Andronicus,
To send for Lucius, thy thrice-valiant son,
Who leads towards Rome a band of warlike Goths,
And bid him come and banquet at thy house?
When he is here, even at thy solemn feast,
I will bring in the empress and her sons,
The emperor himself, and all thy foes,
And at thy mercy shall they stoop and kneel,
And on them shalt thou ease thy angry heart.
What says Andronicus to this device?
TITUS.
Marcus, my brother, Õtis sad Titus calls.
EnterÊMarcus.
Go, gentle Marcus, to thy nephew Lucius;
Thou shalt inquire him out among the Goths.
Bid him repair to me and bring with him
Some of the chiefest princes of the Goths;
Bid him encamp his soldiers where they are.
Tell him the emperor and the empress too
Feast at my house, and he shall feast with them.
This do thou for my love; and so let him,
As he regards his aged fatherÕs life.
MARCUS.
This will I do, and soon return again.
[Exit.]
TAMORA.
Now will I hence about thy business,
And take my ministers along with me.
TITUS.
Nay, nay, let Rape and Murder stay with me,
Or else IÕll call my brother back again
And cleave to no revenge but Lucius.
TAMORA.
[Aside to them.] What say you, boys? Will you abide with him,
Whiles I go tell my lord the emperor
How I have governed our determined jest?
Yield to his humour, smooth and speak him fair,
And tarry with him till I come again.
TITUS.
[Aside.] I knew them all, though they suppose me mad,
And will oÕerreach them in their own devices,
A pair of cursed hell-hounds and their dam.
DEMETRIUS.
Madam, depart at pleasure; leave us here.
TAMORA.
Farewell, Andronicus. Revenge now goes
To lay a complot to betray thy foes.
TITUS.
I know thou dost; and, sweet Revenge, farewell.
[ExitÊTamora.]
CHIRON.
Tell us, old man, how shall we be employed?
TITUS.
Tut, I have work enough for you to do.
Publius, come hither, Caius, and Valentine.
EnterÊPubliusÊand others.
PUBLIUS.
What is your will?
TITUS.
Know you these two?
PUBLIUS.
The empressÕ sons, I take them, Chiron, Demetrius.
TITUS.
Fie, Publius, fie, thou art too much deceived.
The one is Murder, and Rape is the otherÕs name;
And therefore bind them, gentle Publius.
Caius and Valentine, lay hands on them.
Oft have you heard me wish for such an hour,
And now I find it. Therefore bind them sure,
And stop their mouths if they begin to cry.
[ExitÊTitus.]
CHIRON.
Villains, forbear! We are the empressÕ sons.
PUBLIUS.
And therefore do we what we are commanded.
Stop close their mouths, let them not speak a word.
Is he sure bound? Look that you bind them fast.
EnterÊTitus AndronicusÊwith a knife, andÊLaviniaÊwith a basin.
TITUS.
Come, come, Lavinia; look, thy foes are bound.
Sirs, stop their mouths, let them not speak to me,
But let them hear what fearful words I utter.
O villains, Chiron and Demetrius!
Here stands the spring whom you have stained with mud,
This goodly summer with your winter mixed.
You killed her husband, and for that vile fault
Two of her brothers were condemned to death,
My hand cut off and made a merry jest,
Both her sweet hands, her tongue, and that more dear
Than hands or tongue, her spotless chastity,
Inhuman traitors, you constrained and forced.
What would you say if I should let you speak?
Villains, for shame you could not beg for grace.
Hark, wretches, how I mean to martyr you.
This one hand yet is left to cut your throats,
Whiles that Lavinia Õtween her stumps doth hold
The basin that receives your guilty blood.
You know your mother means to feast with me,
And calls herself Revenge, and thinks me mad.
Hark, villains! I will grind your bones to dust,
And with your blood and it IÕll make a paste,
And of the paste a coffin I will rear,
And make two pasties of your shameful heads,
And bid that strumpet, your unhallowed dam,
Like to the earth swallow her own increase.
This is the feast that I have bid her to,
And this the banquet she shall surfeit on;
For worse than Philomel you used my daughter,
And worse than Procne I will be revenged.
And now prepare your throats.ÑLavinia, come
Receive the blood.
[He cuts their throats.]
And when that they are dead,
Let me go grind their bones to powder small,
And with this hateful liquor temper it,
And in that paste let their vile heads be baked.
Come, come, be everyone officious
To make this banquet, which I wish may prove
More stern and bloody than the CentaursÕ feast.
So, now bring them in, for IÕll play the cook,
And see them ready against their mother comes.
[Exeunt, carrying the dead bodies.]
SCENE III. Rome. A Pavilion in TitusÕs Gardens, with tables, &c.
EnterÊLucius, MarcusÊand theÊGoths, withÊAaron, prisoner.
LUCIUS.
Uncle Marcus, since Õtis my fatherÕs mind
That I repair to Rome, I am content.
FIRST GOTH.
And ours with thine, befall what fortune will.
LUCIUS.
Good uncle, take you in this barbarous Moor,
This ravenous tiger, this accursed devil;
Let him receive no sustÕnance, fetter him,
Till he be brought unto the empressÕ face
For testimony of her foul proceedings.
And see the ambush of our friends be strong;
I fear the emperor means no good to us.
AARON.
Some devil whisper curses in my ear,
And prompt me that my tongue may utter forth
The venomous malice of my swelling heart!
LUCIUS.
Away, inhuman dog, unhallowed slave!
Sirs, help our uncle to convey him in.
[Sound trumpets.]
The trumpets show the emperor is at hand.
[ExeuntÊGothsÊwithÊAaron.]
Enter EmperorÊSaturninusÊand EmpressÊTamoraÊwithÊAemilius,ÊTribunes and others.
SATURNINUS.
What, hath the firmament more suns than one?
LUCIUS.
What boots it thee to call thyself a sun?
MARCUS.
RomeÕs emperor, and nephew, break the parle;
These quarrels must be quietly debated.
The feast is ready which the careful Titus
Hath ordained to an honourable end,
For peace, for love, for league, and good to Rome.
Please you, therefore, draw nigh and take your places.
SATURNINUS.
Marcus, we will.
Trumpets sounding, enterÊTitusÊlike a cook, placing the dishes, withÊYoung LuciusÊand others, andÊLaviniaÊwith a veil over her face.
TITUS.
Welcome, my lord; welcome, dread queen;
Welcome, ye warlike Goths; welcome, Lucius;
And welcome all. Although the cheer be poor,
ÕTwill fill your stomachs; please you eat of it.
SATURNINUS.
Why art thou thus attired, Andronicus?
TITUS.
Because I would be sure to have all well
To entertain your highness and your empress.
TAMORA.
We are beholden to you, good Andronicus.
TITUS.
An if your highness knew my heart, you were.
My lord the emperor, resolve me this:
Was it well done of rash Virginius
To slay his daughter with his own right hand,
Because she was enforced, stained, and deflowered?
SATURNINUS.
It was, Andronicus.
TITUS.
Your reason, mighty lord?
SATURNINUS.
Because the girl should not survive her shame,
And by her presence still renew his sorrows.
TITUS.
A reason mighty, strong, and effectual;
A pattern, precedent, and lively warrant
For me, most wretched, to perform the like.
Die, die, Lavinia, and thy shame with thee;
And with thy shame thy fatherÕs sorrow die!
[He killsÊLavinia.]
SATURNINUS.
What hast thou done, unnatural and unkind?
TITUS.
Killed her for whom my tears have made me blind.
I am as woeful as Virginius was,
And have a thousand times more cause than he
To do this outrage, and it now is done.
SATURNINUS.
What, was she ravished? Tell who did the deed.
TITUS.
WillÕt please you eat? WillÕt please your highness feed?
TAMORA.
Why hast thou slain thine only daughter thus?
TITUS.
Not I; Õtwas Chiron and Demetrius.
They ravished her, and cut away her tongue;
And they, Õtwas they, that did her all this wrong.
SATURNINUS.
Go fetch them hither to us presently.
TITUS.
Why, there they are, both baked in that pie,
Whereof their mother daintily hath fed,
Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred.
ÕTis true, Õtis true; witness my knifeÕs sharp point.
[He stabs the Empress.]
SATURNINUS.
Die, frantic wretch, for this accursed deed.
[He killsÊTitus.]
LUCIUS.
Can the sonÕs eye behold his father bleed?
[He killsÊSaturninus.]
ThereÕs meed for meed, death for a deadly deed.
[A great tumult.ÊLucius, Marcus,Êand others go aloft to the upper stage.]
MARCUS.
You sad-faced men, people and sons of Rome,
By uproar severed, as a flight of fowl
Scattered by winds and high tempestuous gusts,
O, let me teach you how to knit again
This scattered corn into one mutual sheaf,
These broken limbs again into one body;
Lest Rome herself be bane unto herself,
And she whom mighty kingdoms curtsy to,
Like a forlorn and desperate castaway,
Do shameful execution on herself.
But if my frosty signs and chaps of age,
Grave witnesses of true experience,
Cannot induce you to attend my words,
Speak, RomeÕs dear friend, [to Lucius] as erst our ancestor,
When with his solemn tongue he did discourse
To love-sick DidoÕs sad attending ear
The story of that baleful burning night
When subtle Greeks surprised King PriamÕs Troy.
Tell us what Sinon hath bewitched our ears,
Or who hath brought the fatal engine in
That gives our Troy, our Rome, the civil wound.
My heart is not compact of flint nor steel,
Nor can I utter all our bitter grief,
But floods of tears will drown my oratory
And break my utterance, even in the time
When it should move you to attend me most,
And force you to commiseration.
HereÕs RomeÕs young captain, let him tell the tale,
While I stand by and weep to hear him speak.
LUCIUS.
Then, noble auditory, be it known to you
That Chiron and the damned Demetrius
Were they that murdered our emperorÕs brother;
And they it were that ravished our sister.
For their fell faults our brothers were beheaded,
Our fatherÕs tears despised, and basely cozened
Of that true hand that fought RomeÕs quarrel out
And sent her enemies unto the grave.
Lastly, myself unkindly banished,
The gates shut on me, and turned weeping out,
To beg relief among RomeÕs enemies;
Who drowned their enmity in my true tears,
And oped their arms to embrace me as a friend.
I am the turned-forth, be it known to you,
That have preserved her welfare in my blood
And from her bosom took the enemyÕs point,
Sheathing the steel in my adventÕrous body.
Alas, you know I am no vaunter, I;
My scars can witness, dumb although they are,
That my report is just and full of truth.
But soft, methinks I do digress too much,
Citing my worthless praise. O, pardon me;
For when no friends are by, men praise themselves.
MARCUS.
Now is my turn to speak. Behold the child.
Of this was Tamora delivered,
The issue of an irreligious Moor,
Chief architect and plotter of these woes.
The villain is alive in TitusÕ house,
And as he is to witness, this is true.
Now judge what cause had Titus to revenge
These wrongs unspeakable, past patience,
Or more than any living man could bear.
Now have you heard the truth. What say you, Romans?
Have we done aught amiss? Show us wherein,
And, from the place where you behold us pleading,
The poor remainder of Andronici
Will, hand in hand, all headlong hurl ourselves,
And on the ragged stones beat forth our souls,
And make a mutual closure of our house.
Speak, Romans, speak, and if you say we shall,
Lo, hand in hand, Lucius and I will fall.
AEMILIUS.
Come, come, thou reverend man of Rome,
And bring our emperor gently in thy hand,
Lucius our emperor; for well I know
The common voice do cry it shall be so.
ROMANS.
Lucius, all hail, RomeÕs royal emperor!
MARCUS.
Go, go into old TitusÕ sorrowful house,
And hither hale that misbelieving Moor
To be adjudged some direful slaughtÕring death,
As punishment for his most wicked life.
[Exeunt Attendants.ÊLuciusÊandÊMarcusÊcome down from the upper stage.]
ROMANS.
Lucius, all hail, RomeÕs gracious governor!
LUCIUS.
Thanks, gentle Romans. May I govern so
To heal RomeÕs harms and wipe away her woe!
But, gentle people, give me aim awhile,
For nature puts me to a heavy task.
Stand all aloof; but, uncle, draw you near
To shed obsequious tears upon this trunk.
[He kissesÊTitus.]
O, take this warm kiss on thy pale cold lips.
These sorrowful drops upon thy blood-stained face,
The last true duties of thy noble son.
MARCUS.
Tear for tear and loving kiss for kiss
Thy brother Marcus tenders on thy lips.
O, were the sum of these that I should pay
Countless and infinite, yet would I pay them.
LUCIUS.
Come hither, boy; come, come, and learn of us
To melt in showers. Thy grandsire loved thee well.
Many a time he danced thee on his knee,
Sung thee asleep, his loving breast thy pillow;
Many a story hath he told to thee,
And bid thee bear his pretty tales in mind
And talk of them when he was dead and gone.
MARCUS.
How many thousand times hath these poor lips,
When they were living, warmed themselves on thine!
O, now, sweet boy, give them their latest kiss.
Bid him farewell; commit him to the grave.
Do them that kindness, and take leave of them.
YOUNG LUCIUS.
O grandsire, grandsire, eÕen with all my heart
Would I were dead, so you did live again!
O Lord, I cannot speak to him for weeping;
My tears will choke me if I ope my mouth.
Re-enter Attendants withÊAaron.
AEMILIUS.
You sad Andronici, have done with woes.
Give sentence on the execrable wretch
That hath been breeder of these dire events.
LUCIUS.
Set him breast-deep in earth and famish him;
There let him stand and rave and cry for food.
If anyone relieves or pities him,
For the offence he dies. This is our doom.
Some stay to see him fastened in the earth.
AARON.
Ah, why should wrath be mute and fury dumb?
I am no baby, I, that with base prayers
I should repent the evils I have done.
Ten thousand worse than ever yet I did
Would I perform, if I might have my will.
If one good deed in all my life I did,
I do repent it from my very soul.
LUCIUS.
Some loving friends convey the emperor hence,
And give him burial in his fatherÕs grave.
My father and Lavinia shall forthwith
Be closed in our householdÕs monument.
As for that ravenous tiger, Tamora,
No funeral rite, nor man in mournful weed,
No mournful bell shall ring her burial;
But throw her forth to beasts and birds of prey.
Her life was beastly and devoid of pity;
And being dead, let birds on her take pity.
[Exeunt.]