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As jewels purchas'd at an easy price;
And yet dear too, because I bought mine own. 20o
Aar. I go, Andronicus: and for thy hand,
Look by and by to have thy sons with thee —
Their heads, I mean.-O, 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? 21o
[To LAvin IA.
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 I 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, 220
Then into limits 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 I
She is the weeping welkin, I the earth :
Then
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 : 23o
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, 249 More than remembrance of my father's death. [Exit. Mar. Now let hot Ætna cool in Sicily, And be my heart an ever-burning hell These miseries are more than may be borne ! To 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 wound, And yet detested life not shrink thereat I That ever death should let life bear his name, Where life hath no more interest but to breathel 25o [LAvini A 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: 26o 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 hour. 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; 27o 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 5 And in this hand the other will I bear: 281 Lavinia,

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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.
[Exeunt.

Manet Lucius.

Luc. Farewel, Andronicus, my noble father;
The woful'st man that ever liv'd in Rome ! 290
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, 3Oo
To be reveng'd on Rome and Saturnine.

[Exit Lucius,

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An Apartment in Titus's House. A Banquet. Enter Titus, MARCUs, LAVINIA, and young LucI Us, 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, 31e Beats in this hollow prison of my flesh, Then thus I thump it down.— Thou map of woe, that thus dost talk in signs !

[To LA vin 1A.

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, 32c
Drown the lamenting fool in sea-salt tears.

Mar. Fye, brother, sye | teach her not thus to lay

Such violent hands upon her tender life. Tot.

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