Tit. No; not a word. How can I grace my talk, Wanting a hand to give it action?

Thou hast the odds of me, therefore no more.

Tam. If thou didst know me, thou wouldst talk with me.

Tit. I am not mad; I know thee well enough: Witness this wretched stump, witness these crimson lines;

Witness these trenches, made by grief and care;
Witness the tiring day, and heavy night;
Witness all sorrow, that I know thee well
For our proud empress, mighty Tamora.
Is not thy coming for my other hand?

Tam. Know thou, sad man, I am not Tamora ;
She is thy enemy, and I thy friend.

I am Revenge, sent from the infernal kingdom,
To ease the gnawing vulture of thy mind,
By working wreakful vengeance on thy foes.
Come down, and welcome me to this world's light;
Confer with me of murder and of death.
There's not a hollow cave or 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 offender 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 'surance 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 thee proper palfries, black as jet,
To hale thy vengeful waggon swift away,
And find out murderers in their guilty caves :
And, when thy car is loaden with their heads,
I will dismount, and by the waggon wheel
Trot, like a servile footman, all day long;
Even from Hyperion's rising in the east,
Until his very downfal in the sea:

And day by day I'll do this heavy task,

So thou destroy Rapine and Murder there.

Tam. These are my ministers, and come with me. Tit. Are them 1 thy ministers? what are they call'd?

Tam. Rapine and Murder; therefore called so, 'Cause they take vengeance of such kind of men. Tit. Good lord, how like the empress' sons they are!

And you, the empress! But we worldly men
Have miserable, mad, mistaking 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.

1 Such is the reading of the first folio, preserved by Malone.

Tam. This closing with him fits his lunacy:
Whate'er I forge, to feed his brainsick fits,
Do you uphold and maintain in your speeches:
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, whilst 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.

Enter TITUS.

Tit. Long have I been forlorn, and all for thee. Welcome, dread Fury, to my woful 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, It were convenient you had such a devil. But welcome, as you are. What shall we do? Tam. What wouldst thou have us do, Andro

nicus?

Dem. Show me a murderer, I'll deal with him. Chi. Show me a villain, that hath done a rape,

And I am sent to be revenged on him.

Tam. Show 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, stab 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, stab him; he is a ravisher.

Go thou with them; and in the emperor's court
There is a queen, attended by a Moor;

Well mayst thou know her by thy own proportion,
For up
and down she doth resemble thee.

I pray thee, do on them some violent death:

They have been violent to me and mine.

Tam, Well hast thou lesson'd us; this shall we

do.

But would it please thee, good Andronicus,

To send for Lucius, thy thrice valiant son,

Who leads towards Rome a band of warlike Goths,
And bid him come and banquet at thy house?
When he is here, even at thy solemn feast,
I will bring in the empress and her sons,
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 says Andronicus to this device?

Tit. Marcus, my brother!-'tis sad Titus calls.

Enter MARCUS.

Go, gentle Marcus, to thy nephew Lucius ;
Thou shalt inquire him out among the Goths.

Bid him repair to me, and bring with him
Some of the chiefest 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.

Tam. Now will I hence about thy business, And take my ministers along with me.

[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.

Tam. What say you, boys? will you abide with him,

Whiles I go tell my lord the emperor

How I have govern'd our determined jest?
Yield to his humor, smoothe and speak him fair,

And tarry with him till I come again.

[aside.

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. [aside.
Dem. Madam, depart at pleasure; leave us here.
Tam. Farewell, Andronicus: Revenge now goes
To lay a complot to betray thy foes. [Exit Tamora.
Tit. I know thou dost; and, sweet Revenge,
farewell.