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And at thy mercy shall they stoop and kneel,
Tit. Marcus, my brother |--'tis sad Titus calls.
Go, gentle Marcus, to thy nephew Lucius ;
[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 ;
abide with him,
Tit. I know them all though they suppose me mad; And will o'er-reach them in their own devices, A pair of cursed hell-hounds, and their dam.
[ Aside. Dem. Madam, depart at pleasure, leave us here.
Tam. Farewel, Andronicus; Revenge now goes To lay a complot to betray thy foes. [Exit. Tam. Tit. I know, thou dost;, and; sweet Revenge,
farewel. Chi. Tell us, old man, how shall we be employ'd ?
Tit. Tut, I have work enough for you to do. Publius, come hither, Caius, and Valentine !
Enter PUBLIUS, and Servants.
320 I take them, Chiron, and Demetrius. Tit. Fye, Publius, fye! thou art too much de.
[Exit Titus. Chi. Villains, forbear; we are the emperess' sons. Pub. And therefore do we what we are coni. manded.
Stop close their mouths, let them not speak a word :
VINIA with a Bason.
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 stain'd with
mud; This goodly summer with your winter mix'd. You kill'd her husband ; and, for, that vile fault, Two of her brothers were condemn'd to death: 340 My hạnd 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 constrain's and forc'd. 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 ; Whilst that Lavinia 'twixt her stumps doth hold The bason, that receives your guilty blood. 350 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 I'll make a paste ;
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
Luc. Uncle Marcus, since it is my father's mind,
Luc. Luc. Good uncle, take you in this barbarous
380 And see the ambush of our friends be strong; I fear, the emperor means no good to us.
Aar. Some devil whisper curses in mine ear, And prompt me, that my tongue may utter forth The venomous malice of my swelling heart! Luc. Away, inhuman dog! unhallow'd slave!-
[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 :