Come down, and welcome me to this world's light;
Confer with me of murder and of death;
There's not a hollow cave, nor lurking place,
No vast obscurity, or misty vale,
Where bloody murder or detested rape
Can couch for fear, but I will find them out;
And in their ears tell them my dreadful name,
Revenge, which makes the foul offenders quake.

Tit. Art thou Revenge? and art thou sent to me,
To be a torment to mine enemies ?

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 ;
And, being credulous in this mad thought,
I'll make him send for Lucius, his son :
And whilft I at a banquet hold him sure,
I'll find some cunning practice out of hand,
To scatter and disperse the giddy Goths,
Or at the least make them his enemies :
See, here he comes, and I must ply, my theme. (26)

Enter Titus.
Tit. Long have I been forlorn, and all for thee:
Welcome, dread' fury, to my woeful house ;
Rapine and Murder, you are welcome too :
How like the Empress and her sons you are!
Well are you fitted, had you but a Moor ;
Could not all hell afford you such a devil?
For, well I wot, the Empress never wags,
But in her company there is a Moor;
And would you represent our Queen aright,
Je were convenient you had such a devil:
But welcome, as you are: what shall we do?

Tam. What wouldft thou have us do, Andronicus
Dem. Shew me a murderer, I'll deal with him.

Chi. Shew me a villain, that has done a rape,
And I am fent to be reveng'd on him.

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,
For up and down the doth resemble thee;
I pray thee, do on them fome violent death;
They have been violent to me and mine.

Tam. Well hast thou leffon'd us ; this fhall we do.
But would it please thee, good Andronicus,
To send for Lucius thy thrice-valiant son,
Who leads tow'rds Rome a band of warlike Gathsy.
And bid him come and banquet at thy house.
When he is here, even at thy folemn featt,
I will bring in the Empress and her fons,
The Emperor himself, and all thy foes ;
And at thy mercy shall they stoop and kneel,
And on them shalt thou ease thy angry heart:
What fays Andronicus to this device?
Tit. Marcus, my brother !'tis sad Titus calls ::

Enter Marcus.
Go, gentle Marcus, to thy nephew Lucius ;
Thou shalt enquire him out among the Goths :
Bid him repair to me: and bring with him
Some of the chiefeit Princes of the Goths ;
Bid him encamp his soldiers where they are ;
Tell him, the Emperor and the Empress too
Feast at my house, and he shall feast with them;
This do thou for my love, and so let him,
As he regards his aged father's life.

Mar. This will I do, and soon return again. [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 ;
Or else I'll call my brother back again,
And cleave to no revenge but Lucius.

Tam. 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. I know them all, tho' they suppose me mad;
And will o'er-reach them in their own devices :

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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.
Publius, come hither, Caius, and Valentine !

Enter Publius and Servants.
Pub. What is your will ?
Tit. Know ye these two?

Pub. The Empress' fons,
I take them, Chiron, and Demetrius.

Tit. Fy, Publius, fy! thou art too much deceiv'd,
The one is Murder, Rape is th' other's name ;
And thereforė bind them, gentle Publius ;
Caius and Valentine, lay hands on them;
Oft have you heard me wish for such an hour,
And now I find it, therefore bind them sure. [Exit Titus.

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 !

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.
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 parte;
And of the paste a coffin will I rear,
And make two pasties of your shameful heads ;
And bid that strumpet, your unhallow'd dam,
Like to the earth, swallow her own increase.
This is the feast that I have bid her to,
And this the banquet The Mall surfeit on;
For worse than Philomel you us’d my daughter,
And worse than Procne I will be reveng'd.
And now prepare your throats : Lavinia, come,
Receive the blood; and, when that they are dead,
Let me go grind their bones to powder small,
And with this hateful liquor temper it;
And in that paste let their vile heads be bak’d.
Come, come, be every one officious
To make this banquet, which I wish might prove
More ftern and bloody than the Centaurs feast.

(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.


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