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And of the paste a coffin will I rear,
(He cuts their Throats. So, now bring them in, for I will play the cook, And see them ready 'gainst their mother comes.
Enter Lucius, MARCUS, and Goths, with AARON
Prisoner. Luc. Uncle Marcus, since it is my father's mind, That I repair to Rome, I am content. Goth. And ours with thine, befall what fortune will. lij
Luc. Good uncle, take you in this barbarous
Aar. Some devil whisper curses in mine ear,
[Excunt Goths, with AARON. Şirs, help our uncle to convey him in. [Flourish. The trumpets shew, the emperor is at hand.
Enter SATURNINUS and TAMORA, with Tribunes and others.
Sat. What, hath the firmament more suns than
one? Luc. What boots it thee to call thyself a sun? 390 Mar. Rome's 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
A Table brought in. Enter Titus, like a Cook, placing
the Meat on the Table, and LAVINIA, with a Veil over
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;
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
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. LUCIUS 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,