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Sat. Go, fetch them hither to us presently. Tit. Why, there they are both, baked in that pie; Whereof their mother daintily hath fed, Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred. 'Tis true, 't is true; witness my knife's sharp point.
[Killing TAMORA. Sat. Die, frantic 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. [Killing 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, 0! let me teach you how to knit again This scatter'd corn into one mutual sheaf, These broken limbs again into one body." Lest Rome herself be bane unto herself, And she, who mighty kingdoms court'sy to, Like a forlorn and desperate cast-away, Do shameful execution on herself. But if my frosty signs and chaps of age, Grave witnesses of true experience, Cannot induce you to attend my words, Speak, Rome's dear friend ; 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 surpris'd king Priam's Troy. Tell us, what Sinon hath bewitch'd our ears, Or who hath brought the fatal engine in, That gives our Troy, our Rome, the civil wound. My heart is not compact of flint, nor steel, Nor can I utter all our bitter grief; But floods of tears will drown my oratory, And break my very utterance, even i' the time When it should move you to attend me most, Lending your kind commiseration. Here is a captain, let him tell the tale; Your hearts will throb and weep to hear him speak. Luc. Then, noble auditory, be it, known to you, 1 The rest of this speech is usually given to a Roman lord.
That cursed Chiron and Demetrius
Mar. Now is my turn to speak. Behold this child;
Æmil. Come, come, thou reverend man of Rome, And bring our emperor gently in thy hand, Lucius our emperor ; for, well I know,
1 Not in the folio.
The common voice doth cry, it shall be so.
LUCIUS, &c. descend.
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
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; My tears will choke me, if I ope my mouth.
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;
1 and take leave of him : in f. e.
There let him stand, and rave and cry for food :
Aar. O! why should wrath be mute, and fury dumb ?
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 ravenous tiger, Tamora, No funeral rite, nor man in mournful weeds, No mournful bell shall wring her burial ; But throw her forth to beasts, and birds of prey. Her life was beast-like, and devoid of pity; And, being so, shall have like want of pity. See justice done on Aaron, that damn'd Moor, By whom our heavy haps had their beginning: Then, afterwards, to order well the state, That like events may ne'er it ruinate. [Exeunt.