Act 2 Scene 3
30 Aar on Madam, though Venus govern your desires, 31 Saturn is dominator over mine.
32 What signifies my deadly-standing eye, 33 My silence, and my cloudy melancholy, 34 My fleece of woolly hair that now uncurls 35 Even as an adder when she doth unroll 36 To do some fatal execution?
37 No, madam, these are no venereal signs.
38 Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, 39 Blood and revenge are hammering in my head.
40 Hark, Tamora, the empress of my soul,
41 Which never hopes more heaven than rests in thee, 42 This is the day of doom for Bassianus.
43 His Philomel must lose her tongue today, 44 Thy sons make pillage of her chastity 45 And wash their hands in Bassianus’ blood.
46 Seest thou this letter ? (Giving a letter )
Take it up, I pray thee, 47 And give the King this fatal-plotted scroll.
48 Now question me no more. We are espied.
49 Here comes a parcel of our hopeful booty, 50 Which dreads not yet their lives’ destruction.
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260 Satur ninus Here, Tamora, though gripped with killing grief.
261 Tamor a Where is thy brother Bassianus?
262 Satur ninus Now to the bottom dost thou search my wound.
263 Poor Bassianus here lies murderèd.
264 Tamor a Then all too late I bring this fatal writ, 265 The complot of this timeless tragedy,
266 And wonder greatly that man’s face can fold 267 In pleasing smiles such murderous tyranny.
(She giveth Saturnine a letter )
268 Satur ninus (reads) “An if we miss to meet him handsomely, 269 Sweet huntsman— Bassianus ’tis we mean—
270 Do thou so much as dig the grave for him.
271 Thou know’st our meaning. Look for thy reward 272 Among the nettles at the elder tree
273 Which overshades the mouth of that same pit 274 Where we decreed to bury Bassianus.
275 Do this, and purchase us thy lasting friends.”
276 O Tamora, was ever heard the like!
277 This is the pit, and this the elder tree.
278 Look, sirs, if you can find the huntsman out 279 That should have murdered Bassianus here.
280 Aar on My gracious lord, here is the bag of gold.
281 Satur ninus (to Titus) Two of thy whelps, fell curs of bloody kind, 282 Have here bereft my brother of his life.
283 Sirs, drag them from the pit unto the prison.
284 There let them bide until we have devised 285 Some never-heard-of torturing pain for them.
286 Tamor a What, are they in this pit? O wondrous thing!
287 How easily murder is discoverèd!
(Attendants drag Quintus, Martius, and Bassianus' body from the pit)
288 Titus (kneeling) High Emperor, upon my feeble knee 289 I beg this boon with tears not lightly shed:
290 That this fell fault of my accursèd sons—
291 Accursèd if the fault be proved in them—
292 Satur ninus If it be proved? You see it is apparent.
293 Who found this letter ? Tamora, was it you?
294 Tamor a Andronicus himself did take it up.
295 Titus I did, my lord, yet let me be their bail, 296 For by my father’s reverend tomb I vow 297 They shall be ready at your highness’ will 298 To answer their suspicion with their lives.
299 Satur ninus Thou shalt not bail them. See thou follow me.
300 Some bring the murdered body, some the murderers.
301 Let them not speak a word— the guilt is plain;
302 For by my soul, were there worse end than death
303 That end upon them should be executed.
Act 4 Scene 2
1 Chir on Demetrius, here’s the son of Lucius.
2 He hath some message to deliver us.
3 Aar on Ay, some mad message from his mad grandfather.
4 Young Lucius My lords, with all the humbleness I may 5 I greet your honours from Andronicus
6 (Aside) And pray the Roman gods confound you both.
7 Demetr ius Gramercy, lovely Lucius. What’s the news?
8 Young Lucius (aside) That you are both deciphered, that’s the news, 9 For villains marked with rape. (Aloud) May it please you, 10 My grandsire, well advised, hath sent by me
11 The goodliest weapons of his armoury 12 To gratify your honourable youth, 13 The hope of Rome, for so he bid me say;
(His attendant gives the weapons) 14 And so I do, and with his gifts present
15 Your lordships that, whenever you have need, 16 You may be armed and appointed well;
17 And so I leave you both (aside) like bloody villains.
(Exit with attendant)
18 Demetr ius What’s here? a scr oll, and written round about?
19 Let’s see.
20 “Integer vitae, scelerisque purus, 21 Non eget Mauri iaculis, nec arcu.”
22 Chir on O, ’tis a verse in Horace, I know it well.
23 I read it in the grammar long ago.
24 Aar on Ay, just, a verse in Horace; right, you have it.
25 (Aside) Now what a thing it is to be an ass!
26 Here’s no sound jest. The old man hath found their guilt, 27 And sends them weapons wrapped about with lines 28 That wound beyond their feeling to the quick.
29 But were our witty Empress well afoot 30 She would applaud Andronicus’ conceit.
31 But let her rest in her unrest a while.
(To Chiron and Demetrius)
32 And now, young lords, was’t not a happy star 33 Led us to Rome, strangers and, more than so, 34 Captives, to be advanced to this height?
35 It did me good before the palace gate
36 To brave the Tribune in his brother’s hearing.
Act 4 Scene 3
(Enter Titus, old Marcus, his son Publius, young Lucius, and other gentlemen Sempronius, Caius with bows; and Titus bears the arrow with letter s on the end of them)
1 Titus Come, Marcus, come; kinsmen, this is the way.
2 Sir boy, let me see your archery.
3 Look ye draw home enough, and ’tis there straight.
4 Terras Astraea reliquit.
5 Be you remembered, Marcus: she’s gone, she’s fled.
6 Sirs, take you to your tools. You, cousins, shall 7 Go sound the ocean and cast your nets.
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62 Mar cus Kinsmen, shoot all your shafts into the court.
63 We will afflict the Emperor in his pride.
64 Titus Now, masters, draw. (They shoot) O, well said, Lucius!
65 Good boy, in Virgo’s lap! Give it Pallas.
66 Mar cus My lord, I aim a mile beyond the moon.
67 Your letter is with Jupiter by this.
68 Titus Ha, ha! Publius, Publius, what hast thou done?
69 See, see, thou hast shot off one of Taurus’ horns.
70 Mar cus This was the sport, my lord. When Publius shot, 71 The Bull, being galled, gave Aries such a knock 72 That down fell both the Ram’s horns in the court, 73 And who should find them but the Empress’ villain!
74 She laughed, and told the Moor he should not choose 75 But give them to his master for a present.
76 Titus Why, there it goes. God give his lordship joy.
(Enter the Clown with a basket and two pigeons in it) 77 News, news from heaven; Marcus, the post is come.
78 Sirrah, what tidings? Have you any letter s?
79 Shall I have justice? What says Jupiter?
80 Clown Ho, the gibbet-maker? He says that he hath taken 81 them down again, for the man must not be hanged till
82 the next week.
83 Titus But what says Jupiter, I ask thee?
84 Clown Alas, sir, I know not “Jupiter”. I never drank with
85 him in all my life.
86 Titus Why, villain, art not thou the carrier?
87 Clown Ay, of my pigeons, sir; nothing else.
88 Titus Why, didst thou not come from heaven?
89 Clown From heaven? Alas, sir, I never came there. God 90 forbid I should be so bold to press to heaven in my 91 young days. Why, I am going with my pigeons to the 92 tribunal plebs to take up a matter of brawl betwixt my 93 uncle and one of the Emperal’s men.
94 Titus Sirrah, come hither. Make no more ado, 95 But give your pigeons to the Emperor.
96 By me thou shalt have justice at his hands.
97 Hold, hold—
(giving money) meanwhile, here’s money for thy charges.
98 Give me pen and ink. Sirrah, can you with a grace 99 Deliver up a supplication?
100 Clown Ay, sir.
101 Titus (writing and giving the Clown a paper ) Then here is 102 a supplication for you, and when you come to him, at 103 the first approach you must kneel, then kiss his foot, 104 then deliver up your pigeons, and then look for your 105 reward. I’ll be at hand, sir; see you do it bravely.
106 Clown I warrant you, sir. Let me alone.
107 Titus Sirrah, hast thou a knife? Come, let me see it.
108 Here, Marcus, fold it in the oration,
109 For thou hast made it like an humble suppliant.
110 And when thou hast given it to the Emperor, 111 Knock at my door and tell me what he says.
112 Clown God be with you, sir. I will.
(Exit)
113 Titus Come, Marcus, let us go. Publius, follow me.
(Exeunt)
Act 4 Scene 4
39 How now, good fellow, wouldst thou speak with us?
40 Clown Yea, forsooth, an your mistress-ship be Emperial.
41 Tamor a Empress I am, but yonder sits the Emperor.
42 Clown ’Tis he. God and Saint Stephen give you good-43 e’en. I have brought you a letter and a couple of
44 pigeons here.
(Saturninus reads the letter ) Satur ninus (to an attendant)
45 Go, take him away, and hang him presently.
46 Clown How much money must I have?
47 Tamor a Come, sirrah, you must be hanged.
48 Clown Hanged, by’ Lady? Then I have brought up a
49 neck to a fair end.
Act 5 Scene 1
1 Lucius Approvèd warriors and my faithful friends, 2 I have receivèd letter s from great Rome
3 Which signifies what hate they bear their emperor 4 And how desirous of our sight they are.
5 Therefore, great lords, be as your titles witness, 6 Imperious, and impatient of your wrongs, 7 And wherein Rome hath done you any scath 8 Let him make treble satisfaction.
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98 Aar on Indeed, I was their tutor to instruct them.
99 That codding spirit had they from their mother, 100 As sure a card as ever won the set.
101 That bloody mind I think they learned of me, 102 As true a dog as ever fought at head.
103 Well, let my deeds be witness of my worth.
104 I trained thy brethren to that guileful hole 105 Where the dead corpse of Bassianus lay.
106 I wrote the letter that thy father found,
107 And hid the gold within that letter mentioned, 108 Confederate with the Queen and her two sons;
109 And what not done that thou hast cause to rue 110 Wherein I had no stroke of mischief in it?
111 I played the cheater for thy father’s hand, 112 And when I had it drew myself apart,
113 And almost broke my heart with extreme laughter.
114 I pried me through the crevice of a wall
115 When for his hand he had his two sons’ heads, 116 Beheld his tears, and laughed so heartily 117 That both mine eyes were rainy like to his;
118 And when I told the Empress of this sport 119 She swoonèd almost at my pleasing tale, 120 And for my tidings gave me twenty kisses.
121 A Goth What, canst thou say all this and never blush?
122 Aar on Ay, like a black dog, as the saying is.
123 Lucius Art thou not sorry for these heinous deeds?
124 Aar on Ay, that I had not done a thousand more.
125 Even now I curse the day— and yet I think 126 Few come within the compass of my curse—
127 Wherein I did not some notorious ill, 128 As kill a man, or else devise his death;
129 Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it;
130 Accuse some innocent and forswear myself;
131 Set deadly enmity between two friends;
132 Make poor men’s cattle break their necks;
133 Set fire on barns and haystacks in the night, 134 And bid the owners quench them with their tears.
135 Oft have I digged up dead men from their graves 136 And set them upright at their dear friends’ door, 137 Even when their sorrows almost was forgot, 138 And on their skins, as on the bark of trees, 139 Have with my knife carvèd in Roman letter s 140 “Let not your sorrow die though I am dead.”
141 But I have done a thousand dreadful things
142 As willingly as one would kill a fly, 143 And nothing grieves me heartily indeed 144 But that I cannot do ten thousand more.
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