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Rent off thy silver hair, thy other hand
Tit. Ha, ha, ha!
Tit. Why, I have not another tear to shed.
[Exeunt Titus, Marcus, and Lavinia. Luc. Farewell, Andronicus, my noble father ; The wofull’st man that ever lived in Rome ! Farewell, proud Rome! Till Lucius come again, He leaves his pledges dearer than his life. Farewell, Lavinia, my noble sister ; 0, '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 empress Beg at the gates, like Tarquin and his queen.
Now will I to the Goths, and raise a power,
SCENE II. A Room in Titus's House.
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 tenfold 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, Beats in this hollow prison of my flesh, Then thus I thump it down.Thou map of woe, that thus dost talk in signs !
[T. 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, Drown the lamenting fool in sea-salt tears.
Mar. Fie, brother, fie! teach her not thus to lay Such violent hands upon her tender life.
Tit. How now! has sorrow made thee dote already ?
1 This scene is wanting in the quarto copies of 1600 and 1611, but found in the folio of 1623. 2 So in The Tempest:
sitting, His arms in this sad knot." 3 This obsolete verb is likewise found in Spenser.
Why, Marcus, no man should be mad but I.
her cheeks. Speechless complainer, I will learn thy thought; In thy dumb action will I be as perfect As begging hermits in their holy prayers ; Thou shalt not sigh, nor hold thy stumps to heaven, Nor wink, nor nod, nor kneel, nor make a sign, But I, of these, will wrest an alphabet, And, by still practice, learn to know thy meaning. Boy. Good grandsire, leave these bitter, deep la
ments; Make my aunt merry with some pleasing tale.
Mar. Alas, the tender boy, in passion moved, Doth weep to see his grandsire's heaviness.
Tit. Peace, tender sapling; thou art made of tears, And tears will quickly melt thy life away.
[Marcus strikes the dish with a knife. What dost thou strike at, Marcus, with thy knife ?
Mar. At that that I have killed, my lord ; a fly.
Tit. Out on thee, murderer! thou kill'st my heart; Mine eyes are cloyed with view of tyranny. A deed of death, done on the innocent, Becomes not Titus' brother. Get thee gone ; I see, thou art not for my company,
Mar. Alas, my lord, I have but killed a fly.
1 A very coarse allusion to brewing.
Tit. But how, if that fly had a father and mother? How would he hang his slender, gilded wings, And buzz lamenting doings in the air ! Poor, harmless fly! That, with his pretty buzzing melody, Came here to make us merry; and thou hast killed him.
Mar. Pardon me, sir; 'twas a black, ill-favored ily, Like to the empress' Moor; therefore I killed him.
Tit. 0, 0, 0,
Mar. Alas, poor man! grief has so wrought on him, He takes false shadows for true substances.
Tit. Come, take away.-Lavinia, go with me.
i Steevens conjectures that the words " and mother” should be omitted. Ritson proposes to read the line thus :
“ But! How if that fly had a father, brother ?” 2 This was formerly not a disrespectful expression.
SCENE I. The same. Before Titus's House.
Enter Titus and Marcus. Then enter young Lucius,
! LAVINIA running after him.
Mar. Stand by me, Lucius; do not fear thine aunt.
signs ? Tit. Fear her not, Lucius ;-somewhat doth she
See, Lucius, see, how much she makes of thee;
Boy. My lord, I know not, I, nor can I guess,
1 Tully's Treatise on Eloquence, entitled Orator.