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s hy are you sequester'd from all your train ? Chi. I warrant you, madam; we will make Disinounied from your spow-white goodly

that sure.steed,

Come, mistress, now perforce we will enjoy And wander's hither to an obscure plot, That nice-preserved honesty of yours. Accompanied with a barbarous Moor,

Lav. () 'Tamora! thou bear'st a woman's If foul desire had not conducted you?

face, Lar. And, being interrupted in your sport,

Tam, I will not hear her speak; away with Great reason that my noble lord be rated

her. For sauciness.-I pray you, let us hence, Lar. Sweet lords, entreat her hear me but a And let her 'joy her raven-colour'd love;

word. This valley fits the purpose passing well. Dem. Listen, fair madam: Let it be your Bus. The king, my brother, shall have note

glory of this.

To see her tears: but be your heart to them, Lar. Ay, for these slips have made him not- As unrelenting flint to drops of rain. ed long :

Luv. When did the tiger's young ones teach Good king! to be so mightily abus'd !

the dain? Tam. Why have I patience to endure all this? | O, do not learn her wrath; she taught it

thee: Enter CHIRON and DeMETRIUS.

The milk, thou suck’dst from her, did turn to Dem. How now, dear sovereign, and our

marble; gracious mother,

Even at thy teat thou hadst thy tyranny.Why doth your highness look so pale and wan? Yet every mother breeds not sons alike; Tum. Have I not reason, think you, to look Do thou entreat her show a woman's pity. pale?

[To CHIRON. These two have 'tic'd me hither to this place, Chi. What! would'st thou have me prove A barren detested vale, you see, it is :

myself a bastard ? The trees, though summer, yet forlorn and lean, Lav. 'Tis true; the raven doth not hatch a O'ercome with moss, and baleful misletoe.

lark : Here never shines the sun; here nothing Yet I have heard, (O could I find it now!) breeds,

The lion mov'd with pity, did endure Unless the nightly owl, or fatal raven. To have his princely paws par'd all away. And, when they show'd me this abhorred pit, Some say that ravens foster forlorn children, They told me, here, at dead time of the night, The whilst their own birds famish in their A thousand fiends, a thousand hissing snakes,

nests : Ten thousand swelling toads, as many ur-lo, be to me, though thy hard heart say no, chins,*

Nothing so kind, but something pitiful! Would make such fearful and confused cries, Tam. I know not what it means; away with As any mortal body, hearing it,

her. Should straight fall mad, or else die suddenly. Lar, , let me teach thee : for my father's No sooner had they told this hellish tale,

sake, But straight they told me, they would bind me That gave thee life, when well he might have Unto the body of a dismal yew; [here

slain thee, And leave me to this miserable death.

Be not obdurate, open thy deaf ears. And then they callid me, foul adulteress, Tam. Had thou in person ne'er offended me, Lascivious Goth, and all the bitterest terms Even for his sake am I pitiless :That ever ear did hear to such effect.

Remember, boys, ! pour'd forth tears in vain,
And, had you not by wondrous fortune come, To save your brother from the sacrifice ;
This vengeance on me had they executed: But fierce Andronicus would not relent.
Revenge it, as you love your mother's life, Therefore away with her, and use her as you
Or be ye not henceforth call'd iny children.

will;
Dem. This is a witness that I am thy son. The worse to her, the better lov'd of

[Stabs BASSIANUS. Lar. O Tamora, be call’d a gentle queen, Chi. And this for me, struck home to show And with thine own hands kill me in this my strength. [Stabbing him likewise.

place: Lav. Ay, come, Semiramis,-nay, barbarous For 'tis not life, that I have begg’d so long ; Tamora!

Poor I was slain, when Bassianus died. For no name fits thy nature but thy own! Tam. What begg'st thou then; fond woman, Tum. Give me thy poinard; you shall know,

let me go. my boys,

(wrong. Lav. 'Tis presept death I beg; and one thing Your mother's hand shall right your mother's

more, Dem. Stay, madam, here is more belongs to That womanhood denies my tongue to tell : her;

(straw: 0, keep me from their worse than killing lust, First, thrash the corn, then after burn the And tumble me into some loathsome pit; This minjon stood upon her chastity,

Where never man's eye may behold my body: l'pon her nuptial vow, her loyalty,

Do this, and be a charitable murderer.
And with that painted hope braves your Tam. So should I rob my sweet sons of their

inightiness:
And shall she carry this unto her grave? No, let them satisfy their lust on thee.
Chi. An if she do, I would I were a Dem. Away, for thou hast staid us here too
eunuch.

long Drag hence her husband to some secret hole, Lav. No grace? no womanhood ? Ah, beasi. And make his dead trunk pillow to our lust.

ly creature !
Tam. But when you have the honey you de- The blot and enemy to our general name!
sire,

Confusion fall-
Let got this wasp outlive, us both to sting. Chi. Nay, then I'll stop your mouth:

Bring thou her husband;

(Dragging of LATINA,

me.

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This is the hole where Aaron bid us hide bim. Mart. Nor I no strength tu climb without

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thy help. Tan. Farewell, my sons: see that you make Quin. Thy hadd once more ; I will not loose her sure:

Till thou art here aloft, or I below: (again, Ne’er let my heart know merry cheer indeed, Thou canst not come to me, I come to thee. 'Till all the Andronici be made away.

(Falis in. Now will I hence to seek my lovely Moor, And let my spleenful sons this trull deflower.

Enter SATURNINUS and AARON. (Exit. Sat. Along with me:-I'll see what hole is

here, SCENE IV.-The same.

And what he is, that now is leap'd into it. Enter Aaron, with QUINTUS and Martius. Say, who art thou, that lately didst descend

Into this gaping hollow of the earth? Aar. Come on, my lords; the better foot be

Mart. The unhappy son of old Andronicus; fore:

Brought thither in a most unlucky huur, Straight will I bring you to the loathsome pit, To find thy brother Bassianus dead. Where I espy'd the panther fast asleep.

Sat. My brother dead? I know, thou dost Quin. My sight is very dull, whate'er it

but jest: bodes.

He and his lady both are at the lodge, Mart. And mine, I promise you; wer't not Upon the north side of this pleasant chase; for shame,

"Tis not an hour since I left him there. Well could I leave our sport to sleep awhile.

Mart. We know not where you left him all {MARTĮUS falls into the Pit.

alive, Quir. What art ihou fallen? What subtle But, out alas! here have we found him dead. hole is this,

(briers; Whose mouth is cover'd with rude-growing Enter TAMORA, with Attendants ; TITUS ANUpon whose leaves are drops of new-shed

DRONICOS, and Lucius. blood,

Tam. Where is my lord, the king? As fresh as morning's dew distillid on flowers ?

(fall? A very fatal place it seems to me:

Sut. Here, Tamora; though griev'd with kill.

ing grief. Speak, brother, hast thou hurt thee with the

Tum. Where is thy brother Bassianus? Mart. (), brother, with the dismallest object

Sat. Now to the bottom dost thou search That ever eye, with sight, made heart lament. Aar. (Aside.] Now will I fetch the king to Poor Bassianus here lies murdered.

my wound; find them here;

Tum. Then all too late I bring this fatal writ, That be thereby may give a likely guess, How these were they that made away his bro- The complot of this timeless* tragedy;

(Giring a Letter ther.

[Exit. Mart. Why dost not comfort me, and help in pleasing smiles such murderous tyranny.

And wonder greatly, that man's face can fold From this unhallow'd and blood-stained hole?

Sat. [Reads.) An if we miss to meet him hand. Quin. I am surprised with an uncouth fear: Sweet huntsman, Bussianus tis, we mean,

somely, A chilling sweat o'er-runs my trembling joints; Do thou so much as dig the grace for him; My heart suspects more than mine eye can Thou know'st our meaning: Look for thy reward Mart. To prove thou hast a true-divining Which wershades the mouth of that same pit,

Among the nettles at the elder tree, heart, Aaron and thou look down into this den,

Where we decreed to bury Bassianus.

Do this, and purchase us thy lasting friends. And see a fearful sight of blood and death.

(, Tamora! was ever heard the like? Quin. Aaron is gone; and my compassionate This is the pit, and this the elder tree:

heart Will not permit mine eyes once to behold

Look, Sirs, if you can find the huntsman out,

That should have murder'd Bassianus here. The thing, whereat it trembles by surmise: 0, tell me how it is; for ne'er till now

Aar. My gracious lord, here is the bag of Was I a child, to fear I know not what.

gold.

[Shoring it. Mart. Lord Bassianus lies embrewed here,

Sat. Two of thy whelps, [To Tit.] fell curs All on a heap, like to a slaughter'd lamb,

of bloody kind, In this detested, dark, blood-drinking pit.

Have here bereft my brother of his life:Quin. If it be dark, how dost thou know 'tis Sirs, drag them from the pit unto the prison;

There let them bide, until we have devis'd Mart. Upon his bloody finger he doth wear

Some never-heard of torturing pain for them.

Tam. What, are they in this pit? O wone A precious ring, that lightens all the hole,

drous thing!
Which, like a taper in some monument,
Doth shine upon the dead man's earthy cheeks, How easily murder is discovered!
And shows the ragged entrails of this pit:

Tit. High emperor, upon my feeble knee So pale did shine the moon on Pyramus,

I beg this boon, with tears not lightly shed, When he by night lay bath'd in maiden blood. That this fell fault of my accursed sons,

Accursed, if the fault be prov'd in them, O brother, help

me with thy fainting hand,If fear haib made thee faint, as me it hath,

Sut. If it be prov'd! you see, it is appaOut of this fell devouring receptacle,

rent.

Who found this letter? Tamora, was it you? As hateful as Cocytus' misty mouth, Quin. Reach me tby hand, that I may help

Tum. Andronicus himself did take it up. thee out;

Tit. I did, my lord: yet let me be their bail: Or, wanting strength to do thee so much good, For by my father's reverend tomb, I vow, I may be pluck'd into the swallowing womb

They shall be ready at your highness' will, Of this deep pit, poor Bassianus' grave.

Po answer their suspicion with their lives. I have no strength to pluck thee to the brink.

* Untimely

me out

see.

he?

Sut. Thou shalt oot bail them: see, thou fol. And make the silken strings delight to kiss low me.

(derers :
them;

[life: Some bring the murder'd body, some the mur- | He would not then have touch'd thein für bis Let them not speak a word, the guilt is plain; Or, had he heard the heavenly harmony, For, by my soul, were there worse end than which that sweet tongue hatli made, asleep, death,

He would have dropp'd his knite, and fell That end upon them should be executed. As Cerberus at the Thracian poet's* fect.

Tam. Andronicus, I will entreat the king; Come, let us go, and inake thy father blind: Fear not thy sons, they shall do well enough. For such a sight will blind a iather's eye: Tit. Come, Lucius, come; stay not to ialk One hour's storm will drown the fragrant with them. (Exeunt severally. meads;

(eyes? What will whole months of tears thy father's SCENE V.-The same.

Do not draw back, for we will mourn with Enter DEMETRIUS and CHIRON, with LAVINIA,

thee; ravished; her Hunds cut off, and her Tongue 0, could our mourning ease thy misery ! cut out.

(Ereunt. Dem. So, now go tell, an if thy tongue can

ACT III. speak,

[thee.

SCENE 1.-Rome.-A Street. Who 'twas that cut thy tongue, and ravish'd Chi. Write down thy mind, bewray thy Enter SENATORS, Tribunts, and Officers of Jusmeaning so;

(scribe.

tice, with MARTICs und QUINTUS, bound, pussAnd, if thy stumps will let thee, play the ing on to the Pluce of Execution: Tirus going Dém. See, how with signs and tokens she before, pleading. can scowl.

Tit, Hear me, grave fathers! noble tribunes, Chi. Go home, call for sweet water, wash

stay! thy hands.

For pity of mine age, whose youth was spent Dim. She hath no tongue to call, nor hands in dangerous wars, whilst you securely slep!; to wash;

For all my blood in Rome's great quarrel shed; And so let's leave her to her silent walks. For all the frosty nights that I have watch'd ; Chi. An 'twere my case, I should go hang And for these bitter tears, which now you see myself.

Filling the aged wrinkles in my cheeks; Dem. It thou hadst hands to belp thee knit Be pitiful to my condemned sons, the cord.

Whose souls are not corrupted as 'tis thought! [Exeunt DEMETRIUS and Chiron. For two and twenty sons I never wept,

Because they died in honour's lotty bed :
Enter MARCUS.

For these, these, tribunes, in the dust I write Mur. Who's this,-my niece, that flies away

(Throwing himself on the Ground. so fast?

My heart's deep languor, and my soui's sad Cousin, a word; Where is your husband ?

tears. If I dó dream, 'would all my wealth would Let my tears stanch the earth's dry appetite; wake me!

My sons' sweet blood will make it shame and If I do wake, some planet strike me down,

biush. That I may slumber in eternal sleep!

(Exeunt SENATORS, TRIBUNES, &c. Speak, gentle piece, what stern ungentle hands

with the Prisoners. Have lopp'd, and hew'd, and made thy body O earth, I will befriend thee more with rain, bare

That shall distil from these two ancient uros, Of her two branches? those sweet ornaments, Than youthful April shall with all bis showers: Whose circling shadows kings have sought to In summer's drought, I'll drop upon thee still; sleep in;

In winter, with warm tears l'll melt the show, And might not gain so great a happiness, And keep eternal spring-time on thy face, As half thy love? Why dost not speak to me!-So thou refuse to drink my dear sons' blood. Alas, a crimson river of warm blood, Like to a bubbling fountain stirr'd with wind,

Enter Lucius, with his Sword drawn. Doth rise and fall

between thy rosed lips, 0, reverend tribunes! gentle aged men! Coming and going with thy honey breath. Unbind my sons, reverse the doom of death; But sure, some Tereus hath deflower'd thee; And let me say, that never wept before, And, lest thou should'st detect him, cut thy My tears are now prevailing orators. tongue.

Luc. 0, noble father, you lament in vain ; Ah, now thou turn'st away thy face for shame! The tribunes hear you not, no man is by, And, notwithstanding all this loss of blood,- And you recount your sorrows to a stone. As from a conduit with three issuing spouts,- Tit. Ah, Lucius, for thy brothers let me Yet do thy cheeks look red as Titan's face,

plead: Blushing to be encounter'd with a cloud. Grave tribunes, once more I entreat of you. Shall I speak for thee? shall I say, 'tis so? Luc. My gracious lord, no tribune hears you (, that I knew thy heart; and knew the beast,

speak. That I might rail at him to ease my mind! Tit. Why, 'tis no matter, man: if they did Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopp’d,

hear, Doth burn the heart to cinders where it is. They would not mark me; or if they did mark, Fair Philomela, she but lost her tongue, All bootless to them, they'd not pity me. And in a tedious sampler sew'd her mind: Therefore I tell my sorrows to the stones; But, lovely niece, that mean is cut from thee; Who, though they cannot answer my distress, A craftier Tereus hast thou met withal, Yet in some sort they're better than the ui And he hath cut those pretty tingers off,

bunes, That could have better sew'd than Philomel. For that they will not intercept my talo! 0, had the monster seen those lily hands Tremble, like aspen leaves, upon a lute,

Orpheus.

tears

tain;

When I do weep, they humbly at my feet It would have madded me; What shall I do
Receive my tears, and seem to weep with me; Now I behold thy lively body so?
And, were they but attired in grave weeds, Thou hast no hands, to wipe away thy tears;
Rome could afford no tribune like to these. Nor tongue, to tell me who hath martyr'd thee:
A stone is soft as wax, tribunes more hard Thy husband he is dead; and, for his death,
than stones:

Thy brothers are condemn'd, and dead by A stone is silent, and offendeth not; [death.

this:-And tribunes with their tongues doom men to Look, Marcus! ah, son Lucius, look on her! But wherefore stand'st thou with thy weapon When I did name her brothers, then fresh

drawn? Luc. To rescue my two brothers from their Stood on her cheeks; as doth the honey dew death:

Upon a gather'd lily almost wither’d. For which attempt, the judges have pronounc'd Dlar. Perchance, she weeps because they My everlasting doom of banishment.

kill'd her husband : Tit. O happy man! they have befriended thee. Perchance, because she knows them innocent, Why, foolish Lucius, dost thou not perceive, Tit. If they did kill thy husband, then be That Rome is but a wilderness of tigers ?

joyful, Tigers must prey; and Rome affords no prey, Because the law hath ta'en revenge on them.But me and mine: How happy art thou then, No, no, they would not do so foul a deed; From these devourers to be banished ?

Witness the surrow that their sister makes.But who comes with our brother Marcus here? Gentle Lavinia, let me kiss thy lips; Enter Marcus and LAVINIA.

Or make some sign how I may do thee ease:

Shall thy good uncle, and thy brother Lucius, Mar. Titus, prepare thy noble eyes to weep; And thou, and I, sit round about some founOr, if not so, thy noble heart to break; I bring consuming sorrow to thine age. Looking all downwards, to behold thy cheeks

Tit. Will it consume me? let me see it then. How they are stain'd; like meadows, yet not Mar. This was thy daughter.

dry Tit. Why, Marcus, so she is.

With miry slime left on them by a flood ? Luc. Ah me! this object kills me!

And in the fountain shall we gaze so long, Tit. Faint-hearted boy, arise, and look upon Till the fresh taste be taken from that clearness, her:

And made a brine-pit with our bitter tears? Speak, my Lavinia, what accursed hand Or shall we cut away our hands, like thine? Hath made thee handless in thy father's sight? Or shall we bite our tongues, and in dumb What fool hath added water to the sea ?

shows Or brought a faggot to bright burning Troy? Pass the remainder of our hateful days? My grief was at the height before thou cam’st, What shall we do? let us, that have our tongues, And now, like Nilus,* it disdaineth bounds. - | Plot some device of further misery, Give me a sword, I'll chop off my hands too; To make us wonder'd at in time to come. For they have fought for Rome, and all in vain; Luc. Sweet father, cease your tears; for, at And they have nurs'd this woe, in feeding life;

your grief, In bootless prayer have they been held up, See, how my wretched sister sobs and weeps. And they have serv'd me to effectless use: Mur. Patience, dear niece:-good Titus, dry Now, all the service I require of them

thine eyes. Is, that the one will help to cut the other.- Tit. Ah, Marcus, Marcus! brother, well I 'Tis well, Lavinia, that thou hast no hands;

wot,* For hands, to do Rome service, are but vain. Thy napkins cannot drink a tear of mine, Luc. Speak, gentle sister, who hath martyr'd | For thou, poor man, hast drown'd it with thine

thee? Mar. O, that delightful engine of her Luc. Ah, my Lavinia, I will wipe thy cheeks. thoughts,

[quence, Tit. Mark, Marcus, mark! I understand That blabb’d them with such pleasing elo

her signs: Is torn from forth that pretty hollow page: Had she a tongue to speak, now would she say Where, like a sweet melodious bird, it sung That to her brother which I said to thee; Sweet varied notes, enchanting every ear! His napkin, with his true tears all bewet, Luc. O, say thou for her, who hath done this can do no service on her sorrowful cheeks. deed?

(), what a sympathy of woe is this? Mar. O, thus I found her, straying in the As far from help as limbo is from bliss !

park, Seeking to hide herself, as doth the deer,

Enter' AARON. That hath receiv'd some unrecuring wound. Aar. Titus Andronicus, my lord the emperor Tit. It was my deer; and he that wounded Sends thee this word,-That, if thou love thy her,

sons, Hath hurt me more,

than had he kill'd me dead : Let Marcus, Lucius, or thyself old Titus, For row I stand as one upon a rock,

Or any one of you, chop off your hand, Environ'd with a wilderness of sea; (wave, And send it to the king: he for the same, Who marks the waxing tide grow wave by Will send thee hither both thy sons alive, Expecting ever when some envious surge And that shall be the ransom for their fault. Will in his brinish bowels swallow him.

Tit. O, gracious emperor! O, gentle Aaron! This way to death my wretched sons are gone; Did ever raven sing so like a lark, Here stands my other son, a banish'd man; That gives sweet tidings of the sun's uprise ? And here, my brother, weeping at my woes; With all my heart, I'll send the emperor But that, which gives my soul the greaiest My hand : spurn,

Good Aaron, wilt thou help to chop it off?. Is dear Lavinia, dearer than my soul.

Luc. Stay, father; for ihat Doble hand of Had I but seen thy picture in this plight,

thine, •The river Nile.

† Handkerchier.

* Know,

Own.

both;

That hath thrown down so many enemies, Then into limits could I bind my woes :
Shall not be sent: my hand will serve the turn : When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth
My youth can better spare my blood than you;

o'erflow? And therefore mine shall save my brother's If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad, lives.

Threat’ning the welkin with his big-swoin Mar. Which of your hands hath not defended

face? Rome,

And wilt thou have a reason for this coil ? And rear'd alóft the bloody battle-axe,

I am the sea; hark, how her sighs do blow! Writing destruction on the enemy's castle ? She is the weeping welkin, I the earth : O, none of both but are of high desert: Then must my sea be moved with her sighs; My hand hath been but idle; let it serve Then must my earth with her continual tears To ransom my two nephews from their death; Become a deluge, overflow'd and drown'd: Then have I kept it to a worthy end.

For why? my bowels cannot hide her woes, Aar. Nay, come agree, whose hand shall go But like a drunkard must I vomit them. along,

Then give me leave; for losers will have leave For fear they die before their pardon come. To ease their stomachs with their bitter tongues.

Mar. My hand shall go.
Luc. By heaven, it shall not go.

Enter a Messenger, with two Heads and a Tit. Sirs, strive no more; such wither'd herbs

Hand. as these

Mess. Worthy Andronicus, ill art thou repaid Are meet for plucking up, and therefore mine. For that good hand thou sent'st the emperor. Luc. Sweet father, if I shall be thought thy Here are the heads of thy two noble sons ; son,

And here's thy hand, in scorn to thee sent Let me redeem my brothers both from death.

back; Mar. And, for our father's sake, and mother's Thy griefs their sports, thy resolution mock'd: care,

That woe is me to think upon thy woes, Now let me show a brother's love to thee. More than remembrance of my father's death. Tit. Agree between you ; I will spare my

(Exit. hand.

Mar. Now let hot Etna cool in Sicily, Luc. Then I'll go fetch an axe.

And be my heart an ever-burning hell! Mur. But I will use the axe.

These miseries are more than may be borne ! [ Exeunt Lucius and MARCUs. To weep with them that weep doth ease some Tit. Come hither, Aaron ; I'll deceive them But sorrow flouted at is double death. (deal,

Luc. Ah, that this sight should make so deep Lend me thy hand, and I will give thee mine.

a wound, Aar. If that be call’d deceit, I will be honest, And yet detested life not shrink thereat! And never, whilst I live, deceive men so = That ever death should let life bear his name, But I'll deceive you in another sort, (Aside. Where life hath no more interest but to breathe! And that you'll say, ere half an hour can pass.

(LAVINIA kisses himn. (He cuts off Titus' Hund. Mar. Alas, poor heart, ihat kiss is comfort. Enter Lucius and Marcus.

As frozen water to a starved snake. [less,

Tit. When will this fearful slumber have an Tit. Now, stay your strife; what shall be, is

end? despatch'a.Good Aaron, give his majesty my hand :

Mar. Now, farewell, fiattery: Die, AndroTell him, it was a hand that warded him

nicus; From thousand dangers; bid him bury it;

Thou dost not slumber: see, thy two sons' More hath it merited, that let it have.

Thy warlike hand; thy mangled daughter here; As for my sons, say, I account of them

Thy other banish'd son, with this dear sight As jewels purchas'd at an easy price;

Struck pale and bloodless ; and thy brother, I, And yet dear too, because I bought mine own.

Even like a stony image, cold and numb. Aar. I go, Andronicus: and for thy hand,

Ah! now no more will I control thy griefs: Look by and by to have thy sons with thee:- Rent’off thy silver hair, thy other hand (sight Their heads, I mean.-0, how this villany

Gnawing with thy teeth; and be this dismal [.4 side.

The closing up of our most wretched eyes ! Doth fat me with the very thoughts of ii !

Now is a time to storm; why art thou still ? Let fools do good, and fair men call for grace,

Tit. Ha, ha, ha! Aaron will have his soul black like his face.

Mar. Why dost thou laugh ? it fits not with (Exit.

this hour. Tit. O, here I lift this one hand up to heaven, Besides this sorrow is an enemy,

Tit. Why, I have not another tear to shed: And bow this feeble ruin to the earth : If any power pities wretched tears, [me?

And would usurp upon my watery eyes, To that I call;—What, wilt thou'kneel with And make them blind with tributary tears;

(To LAVINIA.

Then which way shall I find revenge's cave? Do then, dear heart; for heaven shall hear our For these two heads do seem to speak to me;

And threat me, I shall never come to bliss, prayers; Or with our sighs we'll breathe the welkin dim, Till all these mischiefs be return'd again, And stain the sun with fog, as sometime clouds, Even in their throats that have committed theme When they do hug him in their melting bosoms? Come, let me see what task I have to do.Mar. 0? brother, speak with possibilities,

You heavy people, circle me about; And do not break into these deep extremes.

That I may turn me to each one of you, Tit. Is not my sorrow deep, having no

And swear unto my soul to right your wrongs. bottom ?

The row is made.-Come, brother, take a head; Then be my passions * bottomless with them.

And in this hand the other will I bear: Mar. But yet let reason govern thy lament.

Lavinia, thou shalt be employed in these Tit. If there were reason for these miseries,

things; * Sufferings.

• Stir, bustle.

[heads;

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