And at thy mercy shall they stoop and kneel, Tit. Marcus, my brother!-'tis sad Titus calls. Go, gentle Marcus, to thy nephew Lucius ; Mar. This will I do, and soon return again. Tam. Now will I hence about thy business, And take my ministers along with me. 290 [Exit, 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. 300 Tam. [to her Sons.] What say you, boys? will you abide with him, Whiles I go tell my lord the emperor, How I have govern'd our determin'd jest? Yield to his humour, smooth and speak him fair, And tarry with him 'till I come again. Tit. 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. 310 [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. Pub. What is your will? Tit. Know you these two? Pub. The emperess' sons, I take them, Chiron, and Demetrius. 320 Tit. Fye, Publius, fye! thou art too much de ceiv'd; The one is Murder, Rape is the other's name : [Exit TITUS. Chi. Villains, forbear; we are the emperess' sons. Pub. And therefore do we what we are com manded. 339 Stop close their mouths, let them not speak a word : Is he sure bound? look, that you bind them fast. Re-enter TITUS ANDRONICUS with a Knife, and LAVINIA with a Bason. Tit. Come, come, Lavinia; look thy foes are 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 hand cut off, and made a merry jest: Both her sweet hands, her tongue, and that, more dear Than hands or tongue, her spotless chastity, 350 And And of the paste a coffin will I rear, And make two pasties of your shameful heads; 360 And this the banquet she shall surfeit on; And in that paste let their vile heads be bak'd. To make this banquet; which I wish might prove More stern and bloody than the Centaur's feast. 370 [He cuts their Throats. So, now bring them in, for I will play the cook, [Exeunt. SCENE III. 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. Iij Luc. Luc. Good uncle, take you in this barbarous Moor, This ravenous tiger, this accursed devil; Let him receive no sustenance, fetter him, 880 Aar. Some devil whisper curses in mine ear, Sirs, help our uncle to convey him in.→ [Flourish. Sound Trumpets. 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 |