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Stop close their mouths, let them not speak a word: Is he sure bound ? look, that you bind them fast.
Re-enter Titus ANDRONICUS, with LAVINIA; she
bearing a Bason, and he a Knife. T'it. Come, come, Lavinia; look, thy foes are
bound;Sirs, stop their mouths, let them not speak to me; But let them hear what fearful words I utter. O villains, Chiron and Demetrius! Here stands the spring whom you have stain'd
with mud; This goodly summer with your wintér mix’d. You kill'd her husband; and, for that vile fault, Two of her brothers were condemn'd to death : My hand cut off, and made a merry jest: Both her sweet hands, her tongue, and that, ,
more dear Than hands or tongue, her spotless chastity, Inhuman traitors, you constrain's and forc'd. What would you say, if I should let you speak ? Villains, for shame you could not beg for grace. Hark, wretches, how I mean to martyr you. This one hand yet is left to cut your throats; Whilst that Lavinia 'tween her stumps doth hold The bason, that receives your guilty blood. You know, your mother means to feast with me, And calls herself Revenge, and thinks me mad, Hark, villains; I will grind your bones to dust, And with your blood and it, I'll make a paste ; And of the paste a coffin3 I will rear, And make two pasties of your shameful heads; And bid that strumpet, your unhallow'd dam, Like to the earth, swallow her own increase4.
3 A coffin is the term for the crust of a raised pie. 4 i. e. her own produce. “The earth's increase is the produce of the earth. • Then shall the earth bring forth her increase.' Psalm Ixvii. 6. So in 'The Tempest, Act iv. Sc. 1:
• Earth's increase and foison plenty.'
This is the feast that I have bid her to,
[He cuts their Throats.
[Exeunt, bearing the dead Bodies.
A Pavilion, with Tables, &c.
Enter Lucius, Marcus, and Goths, with Aaron,
Luc. Unele Marcus, since 'tis my father's mind, That I repair to Rome, I am content. 1 Goth. And ours, with thinel, befall what for
tune will. Luc. Good uncle, take you in this barbarous Moor, This ravenous tiger, this accursed devil; Let him receive no sustenance, fetter him, Till he be brouglit unto the empress' face, For testimony of her foul proceedings: And see the ambush of our friends be strong: I fear, the emperor means no good to us.
Aar. Some devil whisper curses in mine ear,
1 *And our content runs parallel with thine, be the consequence of our coming to Rome whai it may.'
And prompt me, that my tongue may utter forth The venomous malice of my swelling heart?
Luc. Away, inhuman dog! unhallow'd slave!-Sirs, help our uncle to convey him in.
[Exeunt Goths, with AARON. Flourish. The trumpets show the emperor is at hand.
Enter SATURNINUS and TAMORA, with Tribunes,
Senators, and Others. Sat. What, hath the firmament more suns than one ? Luc. What boots it thee, to call thyself a sun? Mar. Rome's emperor, and nephew, break the
parle; These quarrels must be quietly debated. The feast is ready, which the careful Titus Hath ordain'd to an honourable end, For peace, for love, for league, and good to Rome: Please you, therefore, draw nigh, and take your places. Sat. Marcus, we will. (Hautboys sound. The Company sit down
Enter Tirus, dressed like a Cook, Lavinia, veiled,
Young Lucius, and Others. Titus places the
Dishes on the Table. Tit. Welcome, my gracious lord: welcome, dread
queen; Welcome, ye warlike Goths; welcome, Lucius; And welcome, all: although the cheer be poor, "I'will fill your stomachs; please you eat of it.
Sat. Why art thou thus attir'd, Andronicus?
Tit. Because I would be sure to have all well, To entertain your highness and your empress.
Tam. We are beholden to you, good Andronicus.
Tit. An if your highness knew my heart, you were. My lord the emperor resolve me this;
ii. e. begin the parley. We yet say, he breaks bis mind.
Was it well done of rash Virginius,
Sat. It was, Andronicus.
Sat. Because the girl should not survive her shame, And by her presence still renew his sorrows.
Tit. A reason mighty, strong, and effectual;
[He kills LAVINIA. And, with thy shame, thy father's sorrow die!
Sat. What hast thou done, unnatural, and unkind ?
Sat. What, was she ravish'd ? tell, who did the deed.
highness feed ? Tam. Why hast thou slain thine only daughter thus?
Tit. Not I; 'twas Chiron, and Demetrius : They ravish'd her, and cut away her tongue, And they, 'twas they, that did her all this wrong.
Sat. Go, fetch them hither to us presently.
Tit. Why, there they are both, baked in that pie; Whereof their mother daintily hath fed, Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred4. "Tis true, 'tis true; witness my knife's sharp point.
3 Rowe may have availed himself of this passage in The Fair Penitent, where Sciolto asks Calista :
Hast thou not heard what brave Virginius did ?
With his own hand he slew his only daughter,' &c. Titus Andronicus (as Steevens observes ) is incorrect in his statement of this occurrence, for Virginia died onviolated. Mr. Boswell seems to think this qualified by his saying that he bad more cause to slay his daughter than Virginius.
4 The additions made by Ravenscroft to this scene are much of a piece with it :
Sat. Die, frantick wretch, for this accursed deed.
[Killing Titus. Luc. Can the son's eye behold his father bleed? There's meed for meed, death for a deadly deed. [Kills SATURNINUB. A great Tumult. The People
in confusion disperse. Marcus, Lucius, and their Partisans ascend the Steps before
Titus's House. Mar. You sad-fac'd men, people and sons of Rome, By uproar sever'd, like a flight of fowl Scatter'd by winds and high tempestuous gusts, 0, let me teach you how to knit again This scatter'd corn into one mutual sheaf, These broken limbs again into one body.
Sen. Lest Rome herself be bane unto herself; And she, whom mighty kingdoms court'sy to, Like a forlorn and desperate castaway, Do shameful execution on herself. But if my frosty signs and chaps of age, Grave witnesses of true experience, Cannot induce you to attend my words, Speak, Rome's dear friend; [To Lucius.) as erst our
ancestor, When with his solemn tongue he did discourse To lovesick Dido's sad attending ear, The story of that baleful burning night, When subtle Greeks surpris'd King Priam's Troy; Tell us, what Sinon hath bewitch'd our ears, Or who hath brought the fatal engine in, That gives our Troy, our Rome, the civil wound. My heart is not compact of flint, nor steel; Nor can I utter all our bitter grief, But floods of tears will drown my oratory, And break my very utterance; even i'the time
. Thus cramm’d, thou'rt bravely fatten'd up for hell,
And thus to Pluto I do serve thee op.'. (Stabs the Emprese. And then 'A cartain drawn discovers the heads and hands of Demetrius and Chiron hanging up against the wall; their bodies in chairs in bloody linen.'