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Come down, and welcome me to this world's light;
Tit. Art thou Revenge? and art thou sent to me,
Tam. I am; therefore come down, and welcome me.
Tit. Do me some service, ere I come to thee : Lo, by thy side where rape and murder stands ; Now give some furance that thou art Revenge, Stab them, or tear them on thy.chariot-wheels; And then I'll come and be thy waggoner, And whirl along with thee about the globes : Provide two proper palfries black as jet, To hale thy vengeful waggon swift away, And find out murders in their guilty caves. And when thy car is loaden with their heads, I will dismount, and by thy waggon-wheel Trot like a servile foot-man all day long; Even from Hyperion's rifing in the east, Until his very downfal in the sea. And day by day I'll do this heavy talk, So thou destroy Rapine and Murder there. Tam. These are my minifters, and come with me. * Tit. Are they thy minifters ? what are they callid ?, Tam. Rapine and Murder; therefore called fo, 'Cause they take vengeance on such kind of men.
Tit. Good Lord, how like the Empress’ fons they are, And you the Empress! but we worldly men Have miserable mad miftaking eyes : O sweet Revenge, now do I come to thee, And if one arm's embracement will content thee, I will embrace thee in it by and by: [Exit Titus from above.
Tam. This closing with him fits his lunacy. Whate'er I forge to feed his brain-fick fits, Do you uphold, and maintain in your speech,
For now he firmly takes me for Revenge ;
Tam. What wouldft thou have us do, Andronicus
Chi. Shew me a villain, that has done a rape,
Tam. Shew me a thousand, that have 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, ftab 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, ftab him; he is a ravilher. Go thou with them, and in the Emperor's court There is a Queen attended by a Moor;
(26) See, bere be comes, and I must play my theme. ] Tho' this reading has obtain'd as far back as the first editior. in folio,– to play a theme, I think, is no justifiable expression, nor one that our author would have chose to ule. The reading, I have giver has the Authority of the oldest quarto's
Well may'st thou know her by thy own proportion,
Tam. Well hast thou leffon'd us ; this fhall we do.
Mar. This will I do, and soon return again. [Exit,
Tam. Now will I hence about thy business,
Tit. Nay, nay, let Rape and Murder stay with me ;
Tam. What say you, boys, will you abide with him,
Tit. I know them all, tho' they suppose me mad;
A pair of cursed hell-hounds and their dam. Aide
Dem. Madam, depart at pleasure, leave us here.
Tam. Farewel, Andronicus; Revenge now goes To lay a complot to betray thy foes. (Exit Tamora. Tit. I know, thou doft; 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.
Enter Publius and Servants.
Pub. The Empress' fons,
Tit. Fy, Publius, fy! thou art too much deceiv'd,
Chi. Villains, forbear; we are the Empress' fons.
Pub. And therefore do we what we are commanded. Stop close their mouths; let them not speak a word. Is he sure bound? look, that ye bind them fast. Enter Titus Andronicus with a knife, and Lavinia with
a bajon. 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. Oh, villains Chiron and Demetrius ! Here stands the spring whom you have ftain'd with mud, This goodly summer with your winter mixt : You kill'd her husband, and for that vile fault Two of her brothers were condemn'd to death ; 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, Inhuman traitors, you constrain'd and forc'd. What would ye say, if I should let you fpeak?
Villains!—for shame you could not beg for grace.
Revenge, and thinks me mad-
(He cuts their throats. So, now bring them in, for I'll play the cook, And see them ready 'gainst the mother comes. [Exeunt. Enter Lucius, Marcus, and Goths with Aaron Prisoner. * Luc. Uncle Marcus, fince 'tis my father's mind That I repair to Rome, I am content.
Goth. And ours with thine, befall what fortune will.
Luc. Good uncle, take you in this barbarous Moor, This rávenous tyger, this accursed devil; Let him receive no fuftenance, fetter him, 'Till he be brought unto the Emp'ror's face, For testimony of these foul proceedings; And see, the ambush of our friends be strong ; I fear, the Emperor means no good to us.