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As jewels purchas'd at an easy price;
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,
Lavinia, thou shalt be employed in these things;
Luc. Farewel, Andronicus, my noble father;
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,
Mar. Fye, brother, sye | teach her not thus to lay
Such violent hands upon her tender life. Tot.