For me, most wretched, to perform the like:- [He kills LAVINIA. And, with thy shame, thy father's sorrow die! Sat. What hast thou done, unnatural, and unkind? Tit. Kill'd her, for whom my tears have made me blind. I am as woful 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 ravish'd? tell, who did the deed. Tit. Will't please you eat? will't please your highness feed? Tam. Why hast thou slain thine only daughter thus ? They ravish'd her, and cut away her tongue, Tit. Why, there they are both, baked in that pye; 'Tis true, 'tis true: witness my knife's sharp point. [Killing TAMORA. Sat. Die, frantick wretch, for this accursed deed. [Killing TITUS. Luc. Can the son's eye behold his father bleed? There's meed for meed, death for a deadly deed. [Kills SATURNINUS. A great Tumult. The People in confusion disperse. MARCUS, LUCIUS, and their Partisans ascend the Steps before TITUS's House. Mar. You sad-fac'd men, people and sons of Rome, By uproar sever'd, like a flight of fowl Scatter'd by winds and high tempestuous gusts, Sen. Lest Rome herself be bane unto herself; And she, whom mighty kingdoms court'sy to, Cannot induce you to attend my words, Speak, Rome's dear friend; [to LUCIUS.] as erst our ancestor, When with his solemn tongue he did discourse, To love-sick Dido's sad attending ear, The story of that baleful burning night, When subtle Greeks surpriz'd king Priam's Troy ; Or who hath brought the fatal engine in, But floods of tears will drown my oratory, And break my very utterance; even i'the time Here is a captain, let him tell the tale: Your hearts will throb and weep to hear him speak. Were they that murdered our emperor's brother; The gates shut on me, and turn'd weeping out, 1 and basely cozen'd —] i. e. and he basely cozen'd. And I am the turn'd-forth, be it known to you, My scars can witness, dumb although they are, The issue of an irreligious Moor, Chief architect and plotter of these woes; Now you have heard the truth, what say you, Ro mans? Have we done aught amiss? Show us wherein, The poor remainder of Andronici Will, hand in hand, all headlong cast us down, Emil. Come, come, thou reverend man of Rome, Lucius our emperor; for, well I know, Rom. [Several speak.] Lucius, all hail; Rome's royal emperor! LUCIUS, &c. descend. Mar. Go, go into old Titus' sorrowful house; [To an Attendant. And hither hale that misbelieving Moor, To be adjudg'd some direful slaughtering death, Rom. [Several speak.] Lucius, all hail; Rome's gra- Luc. Thanks, gentle Romans; May I govern so, [Kisses TITUS. These sorrowful drops upon thy blood-stain'd face, The last true duties of thy noble son! Mar. Tear for tear, and loving kiss for kiss, Luc. Come hither, boy; come, come, and learn of us To melt in showers: Thy grandsire lov'd thee well: Many a time he danc'd thee on his knee, Sung thee asleep, his loving breast thy pillow; Meet, and agreeing with thine infancy; In that respect then, like a loving child, Shed yet some small drops from thy tender spring, Friends should associate friends in grief and woe: Boy. O grandsire, grandsire! even with all my heart Would I were dead, so you did live again! O lord, I cannot speak to him for weeping; Enter Attendants, with AARON. 1 Rom. You sad Andronici, have done with woes; Give sentence on this execrable wretch, That hath been breeder of these dire events. Luc. Set him breast-deep in earth, and famish him; There let him stand, and rave and cry for food: If any one relieves or pities him, For the offence he dies. This is our doom. Some stay, to see him fasten'd in the earth'. Aar. O, why should wrath be mute, and fury dumb? I am no baby, I, that, with base prayers, e; I should repent the evils I have done I do repent it from my very soul. Luc. Some loving friends convey the emperor hence, And give him burial in his father's grave: My father, and Lavinia, shall forthwith Be closed in our household's monument. As for that heinous tiger, Tamora, No funeral rite, nor man in mournful weeds, No mournful bell shall ring her burial; But throw her forth to beasts, and birds of prey : 2 [Exeunt3. to see him fasten'd in the earth.] That justice and cookery may go hand in hand to the conclusion of this play, in Ravenscroft's alteration of it, Aaron is at once racked and roasted on the stage. 3 All the editors and criticks agree with Mr. Theobald in sup |