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Please you, therefore, draw nigh, and take your
A Table brought in. Enter Titus, like a Cook, placing
the Meat on the Table, and LAVINIA, with a Veil over her Face.
Tit. Welcome, my gracious lord; welcome, dread
queen ; Welcome, ye warlike Goths; welcome, Lucius ; And welcome, all : although the cheer be poor, 400 'Twill fill your stomachs; please you eat of it.
Sat. Why art thou thus attir'd, Andronicus ?
Tit. Because I would be sure to have all well,
Tam. We are beholden to you, good Andronicus.
My lord the emperor, resolve me this;
Sat. It was, Andronicus.
Tit. A reason mighty, strong, and effectual ;
Die, die, Lavinia, and thy shame with thee;
[He kills her. Sat. What hast thou done, unnatural, and unkind?
420 Tit. Kill'd 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 is now done, Sat. What, was she ravished ? tell, who did the
deed. Tit. Will't please you eat ? will’t please your high
ness feed? Tam. Why hast thou slain thine only daughter
thus ? Tit. Not I; 'twas Chiron, and Demetrius : They ravish'd her, and cut away
her tongue, And they, 'twas they, that did her all this wrong. Sat. Go, fetch them hither to us presently.
431 Tit. Why, there they are both, baked in that pye; Whereof their mother daintily hath fed, Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred. 'Tis true, 'tis true; witness my knife's sharp point.
(He stabs TAMORA. Sat. Die, frantick wretch, for this accursed deed.
[He stabs Titus. Luc. Can the son's eye behold his father bleed ? There's meed for meed, death for a deadly deed. LUCIU S stabs SATURNINUS.
Mar. You sad fac'd men, people and sons of
Goth. Let Rome herself be bane unto herself;
Mar. But if my frosty signs and chaps of age,
Your hearts will throb and weep to hear him speak.
Luc. Then, noble auditory, be it known to you, That cursed Chiron and Demetrius Were they that murdered our emperor's brother ; And they it was, that ravished our sister :
471 For their fell faults our brothers were beheaded; Our father's tears despis'd; and basely cozen'd Of that true hand, that fought Rome's quarrel out, And sent her enemies unto the grave. Lastly, myself unkindly banished, The gates shut on me, and turn'd weeping out, To beg relief among Rome's enemies; Who drown'd their enmity in my true tears, And op'd their arms to embrace me as a friend : 480 And I am the turn'd-forth, be it known to you, That have preserv'd her welfare in my blood; And from her bosom took the enemy's point, Sheathing the steel in my advent'rous 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 : 0, pardon me : For when no friends are by, men praise themselves. Mar. Now is my turn to speak ; behold this child,
491 Of this was Tamora delivered ; The issue of an irreligious Moor, Chief architect and plotter of these woes ; The villain is alive in Titus' house,
And as he is, to witness this is true,
Æmil. Come, come, thou reverend man of Rome,
Mar. Lucius, all nail , Rome's royal emperor !
Luc. Thanks, gentle Romans; May I govern so,