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Chi. Show me a villain, that has done a rape, And I am sent to be reveng'd on him.
Tam. Show me a thousand, that bath done thee wrong, And I will be revenged on them all.
Tit. Look round about the wicked streets of Rome ; And when thou find'st a man that's like thyself, Good Murder, stab him ; he's a murderer.Go thou with him ; and when it is thy hap, To find another that is like to thee, Good Rapine, stab him ; he is a ravisher.Go thou with them ; and in the emperor's court There is a queen, attended by a Moor ; Well may’st thou know her by thy own proportion, For up and down she doth resemble thee; I
pray thee, do on them some violent death, They have been violent to me and mine.
Tam. Well hast thou lesson'd us ; this shall we do.
Andronicus to this device ?
Mar. This will I do, and soon return again. [Exit.
Tam. Now will I hence about thy business, And take my ministers along with me.
Tit. Nay, nay, let Rape and Murder stay with me ; Or else I'll call my brother back again,
And cleave to no revenge but Lucius.
Tam. What say you, boys ? will you abide with him,
lord the emperor,
Tit. I know them all, though they suppose me mad;
Dem. Madam, depart at pleasure, leave us here.
Tam. Farewell, Andronicus ; Revenge now goes To lay a complot to betray thy foes.
[Exit Tam. Tit. I know, thou dost; and, sweet Revenge, farewell. Chi. Tell us, old man, how shall we be employ'd !
Tit. Tut, I have work enough for you to do.
Enter Publius, and Others.
Pub. Th' empress' sons,
Tit. Fye, Publius, fye! thou art too much deceiv'd ;
[Exit Titus. -Publius, fc. lay hold on
CHIRON and DEMETRIUS.
Pub. And therefore do we what we are commanded.-
Basin, and he a Knife.
You kill'd her husband ; and, for that vile fault,
blood and it, I'll make a paste ;
[He cuts their throats.
[Exeunt, bearing the dead bodies. SCENE III.
A Pavilion, with Tables, &c. Enter Lucius, MARCUS, and Goths, with Aaron, Prisoner. Luc. Uncle Marcus, since 'tis my father's mind, That I repair to Rome, I am content.  A coffin is the term of art for the cavity of a raised pye. JOHNSON
1 Goth. And ours, with thine, befall what fortune will.
Luc. Good uncle, take you in this barbarous Moor,
Aar. Some devil whisper curses in mine ear,
Luc. Away, inhuman dog! unballow'd slave ! Sirs, help our uncle to convey him in.
[Exeunt Goths, with AARON. Flourish. The trumpets show, the emperor is at hand. Enter SATURNINUS and TAMORA, with Tribunes, Senators,
and others. Sat. What, hath the firmament more suns than one ? Luc. What boots it thee, to call thyself a sun ? Mar. Rome's emperor, and nephew, break the parle ;? These quarrels must be quietly debated. The feast is ready, which the careful Titus Hath ordain'd to an honourable end, For peace, for love, for league, and good to Rome: Please you, therefore, draw nigh, and take your places. Sat. Marcus, we will.
[Hautboys sound. The Company sit down at Table. Enter Titus, dressed like a Cook, LAVINIA veiled, young
Lucius, and others. Titus places the dishes on the
Sat. Why art thou thus attir'd, Andronicus ?
Tit. Because I would be sure to have all well, To entertain your highness, and your empress.
Tam. We are beholden to you, good Andronicus. Tit. An if your highness knew my heart, you were. [?] i. e. Begin the parley. We yet say, “ be breaks his mind." 21 Vozi. VIII,
-My lord the emperor, resolve me this ;
Sat. It was, Andronicus.
Sat. Because the girl should not survive her shame,
Tit. A reason mighty, strong, and effectual ;
(He kills LAVINIA. And, with thy shame, thy father's sorrow die !
Sat. What hast thou done, unnatural, and unkind ?
Tit. Kill'd her, for whom my tears bave made me blind.
Sat. What, was she ravish'd ? tell, who did the deed.
Tit. Not I; 'twas Chiron, and Demetrius :
Sat. Go, fetch them hither to us presently.
Tit. Why, there they are both, baked in that pye;
[Killing TAMORA. Sat. Die, frantic wretch, for this accursed deed.
[Killing Titus. Luc. Can the son's eye behold his father bleed ? There's meed for meed, death for a deadly deed. (Kills SATURNINUS. A great tumult. The People in
confusion disperse. Marcus, Lucius, and their Partizans ascend the steps before Titus's house. Mar. You sad-fac'd men, people and sons of Rome, By uproar sever'd, like a flight of fowl Scatter'd by winds and high tempestuous gusts, 0, let me teach you how to knit again This scatter'd corn into one mutual sheaf,