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As jewels purchas'd at an easy price;
And yet dear too, because I bought mine own.
Aar. I go, Andronicus : and for thy hand,
Look by and by to have thy sons with thee :-
Their heads, I mean.-0, how this villainy [Aside
Doth fat me with the very thought of it!
Let fools do good, and fair men call for grace,
Aaron will have his soul black like his face. [Exit.
Tit. O hear! I lift this one hand up to heaven,
And bow this feeble ruin to the earth :
If any power pities wretched tears,
To that I call :-What, wilt thou kneel with me? 210
Do then, dear heart; for heaven shall hear our prayers;
Or with our sighs we'll breathe the welkin dim,
And stain the sun with fog, as sometime clouds,
When they do hug him in their melting bosoms.
Mar. O! brother speak with possibilities,
And do not break into these deep extremes.
Tit. Is not my sorrow deep, having no bottom ? Then be my passions bottomless with them.
Mar. But yet let reason govern thy lament.
Tit. If there were reason for these miseries,
Then into liinits could I bind my woes:
When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'erflow:
If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad?
Threat'ning the welkin with his big-swoln face?
And wilt thou have a reason for this coil ?
I am the sea; hark, how her sighs do blow !
She is the weeping welkin, I the earth :
Then must my sea be moved with her sighs;
Then must my earth with her continual tears
Become a deluge, overflow'd and drown'd: 230
For why? my bowels cannot hide her woes,
But like a drunkard must I vomit them.
Then give me leave; for losers will have leave
To ease their stomachs with their bitter tongues.
Enter a Messenger, bringing in two Heads and a Hand.
Mess. Worthy Andronicus, ill art thou repaid
For that good hand, thou sent'st the emperor.
Here are the heads of thy two noble sons;
And here's thy hand, in scorn to thee sent back;
Thy griefs their sports, thy resolution mock'd:
That woe is me to think upon thy woes,
24 More than remembrance of
Mar. Now let hot Ætna cool in Sicily,
And be my heart an ever-burning hell!
These miseries are more than may be borne!
weep with them that weep doth ease some deal,
But sorrow flouted at is double death.
Luc. Ah, that this sight should make so deep a
And yet detested life not shrink thereat!
That ever death should let life bear his name,
Where life hath no more interest but to breathe! 250
(LAVINJA kisses him.
Mar. Alas, poor heart, that kiss is comfortless,
As frozen water to a starved snake.
Tit. When will this fearful slumber have an end?
Mar. Now, farewel, flattery: Die, Andronicus;
Thou dost not slumber : see, thy two son's heads;
Thy warlike hand; thy mangled daughter here;
Thy other banish'd son, with this dear sight
Struck pale and bloodless; and thy brother, I,
Even like a stony image, cold and numb.
Ah! now no more will I control thy griefs : 260
Rent off thy silver hair, thy other hand
Gnawing with thy teeth ; and be this dismal sight
The closing up of your most wretched eyes !
Now is a time to storm, why art thou still?
Tit. Ha, ha, ha!
Mar. Why dost thou laugh: it fits not with this
Tit. Why I have not another tear to shed :
Besides, this sorrow is an enemy,
And would usurp upon my watry eyes,
And make them blind with tributary tears ; 270
Then which way shall I find revenge's cave ?
For these two heads do seem to speak to me;
And threat me, I shall never come to bliss,
'Till all these mischiefs be return'd again,
Even in their throats that have committed them.
Come, let me see what task I have to do.
You heavy people, circle me about;
That I may turn me to each one of you.
And swear unto my soul to right your wrongs.
The vow is made.-Come, brother, take a head ;
And in this hand the other will I bear :
Lavinia, thou shalt be employed in these things;
Bear thou my hand, sweet wench, between thy teeth.
As for thee, boy, go, get thee from my sight;
Thou art an exile, and thou must not stay :
Hie to the Goths, and raise an army there :
And, if you love me, as I think you do,
Let's kiss and part, for we have much to do.
Luc. Farewel, Andronicus, my noble father ;
The woful'st man that ever liv'd in Rome!
Farewel, proud Rome! 'till Lucius comes again,
He leaves his pledges dearer than his life.
Farewel, Lavinia, my noble sister;
O, 'would thou wert as thou 'tofore hast been!'
But now nor Lucius, nor Lavinia lives,
But in oblivion, and hateful griefs.
If Lucius live, he will requite your wrongs ;
And make proud Saturninus and his emperess
Beg at the gates, like Tarquin and his queen.
Now will I to the Goths, and raise a power, 300
To be reveng'd on Rome and Saturnine.
An Apartment in Titus's House. A Banquet. Enter
Titus, MARCUS, LAVINIA, and young LUCIUS, a Boy.
Tit. So, so; now sit: and look, you eat no more Than will preserve just so much strength in us As will revenge these bitter woes of ours. Marcus, unknit that sorrow-wreathen knot; Thy niece and I, poor creatures, want our hands, And cannot passionate our ten-fold grief With folded arms. This poor right hand of mine Is left to tyrannize upon my breast; And when my heart, all mad with misery, 310 Beats in this hollow prison of my flesh, Then thus I thump it down.Thou inap of woe, that thus dost talk in signs !
[To LAVINIA. When thy poor heart beats with outrageous beating, Thou canst not strike it thus to make it still. Wound it with sighing, girl, kill it with groans; Or get some little knife between thy teeth, And just against thy heart make thou a hole; That all the tears that thy poor eyes let fall, May run into that sink, and soaking in,
320 Drown the lamenting fool in sea-salt tears.
Mar. Fye, brother, fye! teach her not thus to lay Such violent hands upon her tender life.