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Luc. Art thou not sorry for these heinous deeds?
Aar. Ay, that I had not done a thousand more.
Even now I curse the day (and yet, I think,
Few come within the compass of my curse)
Wherein I did not some notorious ill;
As kill a man, or else devise his death;
Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it;
Accuse some innocent, and forswear myself;
Set deadly enmity between two friends;
Make poor men's cattle break their necks;
Set fire on barns and haystacks in the night,
And bid the owners quench them with their tears.
Oft have I digged up dead men from their graves,
And set them upright at their dear friends' doors,
Even when their sorrows almost were forgot ;
And on their skins, as on the bark of trees,
Have with my knife carved, in Roman letters,
Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead.
Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful things,
As willingly as one would kill a fly;
And nothing grieves me heartily indeed,
But that I cannot do ten thousand more.
Luc. Bring down the devil ; for he must not die So sweet a death as hanging presently.
Aar. If there be devils, 'would I were a devil,
To live and burn in everlasting fire;
So I might have your company in hell,
But to torment you with my bitter tongue !
Luc. Sirs, stop his mouth, and let him speak no more.
Enter a Goth. Goth. My lord, there is a messenger from Rome Desires to be admitted to your presence.
Luc. Let him come near.
Welcome, Æmilius; what's the news from Rome?
Æmil. Lord Lucius, and you princes of the Goths,
The Roman emperor greets you all by me;
And, for he understands you are in arms,
He craves a parley at your father's house,
Willing you to demand your hostages,
And they shall be immediately delivered.
1 Goth. What says our general ?
Luc. Æmilius, let the emperor give his pledges Unto my father and my uncle Marcus, And we will come.—March away." [Exeunt.
SCENE II. Rome. Before Titus's House.
Enter Tamora, Chiron, and DEMETRIUS, disguised.
Tam. Thus, in this strange and sad habiliment, I will encounter with Andronicus ; And say, I am Revenge, sent from below, To join with him and right his heinous wrongs. Knock at his study, where, they say, he keeps, To ruminate strange plots of dire revenge; Tell him, Revenge is come to join with him, And work confusion on his enemies. [They knock.
Enter Titus, above.
Tit. Who doth molest my contemplation ?
Is it your trick, to make me ope the door ;
That so my sad decrees may fly away,
And all my study be to no effect ?
You are deceived; for what I mean to do,
See here, in bloody lines I have set down;
And what is written shall be executed.
Tam. Titus, I am come to talk with thee.
Tit. No; not a word. How can I grace my talk, Wanting a hand to give it action ? Thou hast the odds of me, therefore no more.
Tam. If thou didst know me, thou wouldst talk
Tit. I am not mad; I know thee well enough. Witness this wretched stump, witness these crimson
Witness these trenches, made by grief and care;
Witness the tiring day, and heavy night;
Witness all sorrow, that I know thee well
For our proud empress, mighty Tamora.
Is not thy coming for my other hand ?
Tam. Know thou, sad man, I am not Tamora;
She is thy enemy, and I thy friend.
I am Revenge ; sent from the infernal kingdom,
To ease the gnawing vulture of thy mind,
By working wreakful vengeance on thy foes.
Come down, and welcome me to this world's light;
Confer with me of murder and of death.
There's not a hollow cave, or lurking-place,
No vast obscurity, or misty vale,
Where bloody murder, or detested rape,
Can couch for fear, but I will find them out;
And in their ears tell them my dreadful name,
Revenge, which makes the foul offender quake.
Tit. Art thou Revenge ? and art thou sent to me To be a torment to mine enemies?
Tam. I am ; therefore come down and welcome
Tit. Do me some service, ere I come to thee.
Lo, by thy side where Rape, and Murder, stands ;
Now give some 'surance that thou art Revenge,
Stab them, or tear them on thy chariot wheels;
And then I'll come, and be thy wagoner,
And whirl along with thee about the globes.
Provide thee proper palfreys, black as jet,
To hale thy vengeful wagon swift away,
And find out murderers in their guilty caves;
And, when thy car is loaden with their heads,
I will dismount, and by the wagon wheel
Trot, like a servile footman, all day long;
Even from Hyperion's rising in the east,
Until his very downfall in the sea.
And day by day I'll do this heavy task,
So thou destroy Rapine and Murder there.
Tam. These are my ministers, and come with me.
Tit. Are them thy ministers ? what are they called?
Tam. Rapine and Murder; therefore called so, 'Cause they take vengeance of such kind of men.
Tit. Good lord, how like the empress' sons they are!
And you the empress! But we worldly men
Have miserable, mad, mistaking eyes.
O sweet Revenge, now do I come to thee;
And, if one arm's embracement will content thee,
I will embrace thee in it by-and-by.
[Exit Titus, from above.
Tam. This closing with him fits his lunacy;
Whate'er I forge, to feed his brainsick fits,
Do you uphold and maintain in your speeches.
For now he firmly takes me for Revenge ;
And being credulous in this mad thought,
I'll make him send for Lucius, his son ;
And, whilst I at a banquet hold him sure,
I'll find some cunning practice out of, hand,
To scatter and disperse the giddy Goths,
Or, at the least, make them his enemies.
See, here he comes, and I must ply my theme.
Tit. Long have I been forlorn, and all for thee.
Welcome, dread fury, to my woful house ;
Rapine, and Murder, you are welcome too ;-
How like the empress and her sons you are !
Well are you fitted, had you but a Moor ;-
Could not all hell afford you such a devil ?
For, well I wot, the empress never wags,
But in her company there is a Moor;
And, would you represent our queen aright,
1 Rape and rapine appear to have been sometimes used, anciently, as synonymous terms.
It were convenient you had such a devil ;
But welcome, as you are.
What shall we do?
Tam. What wouldst thou have us do, Andronicus ?
Dem. Show me a murderer, I'll deal with him.
Chi. Show me a villain that hath done a rape, And I am sent to be revenged on him. Tam. Show me a thousand, that hath done thee
wrong, And I will be revenged on them all. Tit. Look round about the wicked streets of Rome
; And when thou find'st a man that's like thyself, Good Murder, stab him ; he's a murderer. Go thou with him; and when it is thy hap, To find another that is like to thee, Good Rapine, stab him ; he is a ravisher.Go thou with them; and in the emperor's court There is a queen, attended by a Moor; Well may'st thou know her by thy own proportion, For up
and down she doth resemble thee; I pray thee, do on them some violent death ; They have been violent to me and mine.
Tam. Well hast thou lessoned us; this shall we do.
But would it please thee, good Andronicus,
To send for Lucius, thy thrice valiant son,
Who leads towards Rome a band of warlike Goths,
And bid him come and banquet at thy house.
When he is here, even at thy solemn feast,
I will bring in the empress and her sons,
The emperor himself, and all thy foes;
And at thy mercy shall they stoop and kneel,
And on them shalt thou ease thy angry heart.
What says Andronicus to this device?
Tit. Marcus, my brother !—'tis sad Titus calls.
Go, gentle Marcus, to thy nephew Lucius;
Thou shalt inquire him out among the Goths.
Bid him repair to me, and bring with him
Some of the chiefest princes of the Goths;