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Luc. O most insatiate, luxurious woman !
Aar. Tut, Lucius ! this was but a deed of charity, To that which thou shalt hear of me anon, 'Twas her two sons that murder'd Bassianus : They cut thy sister's tongue, and ravish'd her, And cut her hands; and trimm'd her as thou saw'st. Luc. O, détestable villain! call'st thou that trim
ming? Aar. Why, she was wash'd, and cut, and trimm'd;
and 'twas Trim sport for them that had the doing of it.
Luc. 0, barbarous, beastly villains, like thyself!
Aar. 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 learn'd of me, As true a dog as ever fought at head.Well, let my deeds be witness of my worth. I train'd 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 the letter mention'd, 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 in it? I play'd the cheater for thy father's hand; And, when I had it, drew myself apart, And almost broke my heart with extreme laughter. I pry'd me through the crevice of a wall, When, for his hand, he had his two sons' heads; Beheld his tears, and laugh'd so heartily, That both mine eyes were rainy like to his į
And when I told the
of this sport, She swounded almost at my pleasing tale, And, for my tidings gave me twenty kisses. Goth. What! canst thou say all this, and never
blush ? Aar. Ay, like a black dog, as the saying is. - Luc. Art thou not sorry for these heinous deeds?
Aar. 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 men's cattle break their necks; Set fire on barns and hay-stacks in the night, And bid the owners quench them with their tears, Oft have I digg'd up dead men from their graves, And set them upright at their dear friends' doors, Even when their sorrows almost were forgot; And on their skins, as on the bark of trees, Have with my knife carved in Roman letters, Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead. Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful things, As willingly as one would kill a fly; And nothing grieyes me heartily indeed, But that I cannot do ten thousand more.
'Inc. Bring down the devil; for he must not die So sweet a death, as hanging presently.
Aar. If there be devils, 'would I were a devil, To live and burn in everlasting fire ;
So I might have your company in hell,
bitter tongue !
Enter a Goth.
Goth. My lord, there is a messenger from Rome, Desires to be admitted to your presence,
Luc. Let him come near.
Welcome, Æmilius, what's the news from Rome?
Æmil. Lord Lucius, and you princes of the Goths,
i Goth. What says our general ?
Luc. Æmilius, let the emperor give his pledges
Rome. Before Titus's House.
Enter TAMORA, CHRON, and Demetrius, disguis'd.
Tam. Thus, in this strange and sad habiliment,
3 Perhaps this is a stage direction, crept into the text,
To join with him, and right his heinous wrongs.
Enter Titus, above.
Tam. Titus, I am come to talk with thee.
Tit. No; not a word: How can I grace my talk, Wanting a hand to give it action ? Thou hast the odds of me, therefore no more. Tam. If thou didst know me, thou would'st talk
Tam. Know thou, sad man, I am not Tamora ;
Come down, and welcome me to this world's light;
Tit. Art thou Revenge? and art thou 'sent to me, To be a torment to mine enemies ?
Tam. I am; therefore come down, and welcomeme.
Tit. Do me some service, ere I come to thee. Lo, by thy side where Rape, and Murder, stands; Now give some 'surance that thou art Revenge, Stab them, or tear them on thy chariot wheels; And then I'll come, and be thy waggoner, And whirl along with thee about the globes, Provide thee proper palfries, black as jet, To bale 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 Trat, like a servile footman, all day long; Even from Hyperion's rising in the east, Until his very downfal in the sea. And day by day I'll do this heavy task, So thou destroy Rapine and Murder there.
Tam. These are my ministers, and come with me. Tit. Are they thy ministers? what are they calld?
Tam. Rapine, and Murder; therefore called so, 'Cause they take vengeance of such kind of men.
Tit. Good lord, how like the empress' sons they are!