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Tit. Ha! Publius, Publius, what hast thou done! An emperor of Rome thus overborne,

thou hast shot off one of Taurus' horns. Troubled, confronted thus; and, for the extent Mar. This was the sport, my lord: when Publius Of egal justice, us’d in such contempt ? shot,

My lords, you know, as do the mightful gods, The bull being gall’d, gave Aries such a knock However these disturbers of our peace That down fell both the ram's horns in the court; Buz in the people's ears, there nought hath pass'd, And who should find them but the empress' villain? But even with law, against the wilful sons She laugh’d, and told the Moor, he should not Of old Andronicus. And what an if choose

His sorrows have so overwhelm'd his wits, But give them to his master for a present.

Shall we be thus afflicted in his wreaks, Tit. Whiy, there it goes : God give your lordship His fits, his frenzy, and his bitterness? joy.

And now he writes to heaven for his redress : Enter a Clown, with a basket, and two pigeons.

See, here's to Jove, and this to Mercury;

This to Apollo ; this to the god of war : News, news from heaven! Marcus, the post is come. Sweet scrolls to fly about the streets of Rome! Sirrah, what tidings? have you any letters ? What's this, but libelling against the senate, Shall I have justice? what says Jupiter ?

And blazoning our injustice every where? Clo. Ho! the gibbet-maker ? he says, that he hath A goodly humour, is it not, my lords? taken them down again, for the man must not be As who would say, in Rome no justice were. hanged till the next week.

But, if I live, his feigned ecstacies Tit. But what says Jupiter, I ask thee ?

Shall be no shelter to these outrages :
Clo. Alas, sir, I know not Jupiter; I never drank But he and his shall know, that justice lives
with him in all my life.

In Saturninus' health ; whom, if she sleep,
T'it. Why, villain, art not thou the carrier ? He'll so awake, as she in fury shall
Clo. Ay, of my pigeons, sir ; nothing else. Cut off the proud'st conspirator that lives.
Tit. Why, didst thou not come from heaven ?

Tam. My gracious lord, my lovely Saturnine, Clo. From heaven? alas, sir, I never came there : Lord of my life, commander of my thoughts, God forbid, I should be so bold to press to heaven Calm thee, and bear the faults of Titus' age, in my young days. Why, I am going with my | The effects of sorrow for his valiant sons, pigeons to the tribunal plebs, to take up a matter Whose loss bath pierc'd him deep, and scarr'd his of brawl betwixt my uncle and one of the emperial's

heart;

And rather comfort his distressed plight, Mar. Why, sir, that is as fit as can be, to serve Than prosecute the meanest, or the best, for your oration; and let him deliver the pigeons to For these contempts.

Why, thus it shall become the emperor from you.

High-witted Tamora to gloze with all : | Aside. Tit. Tell me, can you deliver an oration to the But, Titus, I have touch'd thee to the quick, emperor with a grace ?

Thy life-blood out : if Aaron now be wise,
Clo. Nay, truly, sir, I could never say grace in Then is all safe, the anchor's in the port.
all my life.
Tit. Sirrah, come hither : make no more ado,

Enter Clown.
But give your pigeons to the emperor :

How now, good fellow, would'st thou speak with By me thou shalt have justice at his hands.

us ? Hold, hold; - mean while, here's money for thy Clo. Yes, forsooth, an your mistership be imperial. charges.

Tam. Empress I am, but yonder sits the emperor. Give me a pen and ink.

Clo. 'Tis he. God, and saint Stephen, give you Sirrah, can you with a grace deliver a supplication ? good den: I have brought you a letter, and a couple Clo. Ay, sir.

of pigeons here. (SATURNINUS reads the letter. Tit. Then here is a supplication for you. And Sat. Go, take him away, and hang him prewhen you come to him, at the first approach, you

sently. must kneel; then kiss his foot ; then deliver up Clo. How much money must I have ? your pigeons; and then look for your reward. I'll Tam. Come, sirrah, you must be hang'd. be at hand, sir ; see you do it bravely.

Clo. Hang'd! By’r lady, then I have brought Clo. I warrant you, sir ; let me alone.

up a neck to a fair end.

(Exit, guarded. Tit. Sirrah, hast thou a knife ? Come, let me Sat. Despiteful and intolerable wrongs !

Shall I endure this monstrous villainy? Here, Marcus, fold it in the oration;

I know from whence this same device proceeds ; For thou hast made it like an humble suppliant ;- May this be borne ? — as if his traitorous sons, And when thou hast given it to the emperor, That died by law for murder of our brother, Knock at my door, and tell me what he says. Have by my means been butcher'd wrongfully.Clo. God be with you, sir; I will.

Go, the villain hither by the hair ;
Tit. Come, Marcus, let's go: Publius, follow Nor age, nor lionour, shall shape privilege :

[Exeunt. For this proud mock, I'll be thy slaughter-man ;

Sly frantick wretch, that holp'st to make me great, SCENE IV.- The same. Before the Palace. In hope thyself should govern Rome and we? Enter SATURNINUS, TAMORA, Chiron, DEMETRIUS,

Enter EMILIUS. Lords, and others : SATURNINUS, with the arrows

What news with thee, Æmilius? in lis hand that Titus shot.

Æmil. Arm, arm, my lords; Rome never 1,341 Sat. Why, lords, what wrongs are these ?

more cause ! The Goths have gather'd head; and with a power

see it.

me.

Was

ever seen

of high-resolved men bent to the spoil,

Then cheer thy spirit : for know, thou emperor, They hither march amain, under conduct

I will enchant the old Andronicus, Of Lucius, son to old Andronicus;

With words more sweet, and yet more dangerous,
Who threats, in course of this revenge, to do Than baits to fish, or honey-stalks to sheep;
As much as ever Coriolanus did.

When as the one is wounded with the bait,
Sat. Is warlike Lucius general of the Goths ? The other rotted with delicious feed.
These tidings nip me; and I hang the head

Sat. But he will not entreat his son for us. As flowers with frost, or grass beat down with Tam. If Tamora entreat him, then he will: storms.

For I can smooth, and fill his aged ear Ay, now begin our sorrows to approach :

With golden promises : that were his heart 'Tis he, the common people love so much;

Almost impregnable, his old ears deaf, Myself hath often over-heard them say,

Yet should both ear and heart obey my tongue. (When I have walked like a private man,)

Go thou before, be our embassador : [T. ÆMILIUS. That Lucius' banishment was wrongfully,

Say, that the emperor requests a parley And they have wish'd that Lucius were their em- of warlike Lucius, and appoint the meeting, peror.

Even at his father's house, the old Andronicus. Tam. Why should you fear? is not your city Sat. Æmilius, do this message honourably : strong?

And if he stand on hostage for his safety, Sat. Ay, but the citizens favour Lucius; Bid him demand what pledge will please him best. And will revolt from me, to succour him.

Æmil. Your bidding shall I do effectually. Tam. King, be thy thoughts imperious, like thy

[Erit Æmilius.

Tam. Now will I to that old Andronicus ; Is the sun dimm'd, that gnats do fly in it?

And temper him, with all the art I have, The eagle suffers little birds to sing,

To pluck proud Lucius from the warlike Goths. And is not careful what they mean thereby ; And now, sweet emperor, be blithe again, Knowing that, with the shadow of his wings And bury all thy fear in my devices. He can at pleasure stint their melody :

Sat. Then go successfully, and plead to him. Even so may’st thou the giddy men of Rome.

[Ereunt.

name.

ACT V.

SCENE I. - Plains near Rome.

Had nature lent thee but thy mother's look,

Villain, thou might'st have been an emperor : Enter Lucius and Goths, with drum and colours.

But where the bull and cow are both milk-white, Luc. Approved warriors, and my faithful friends, They never do beget a coal-black calf. I have received letters from great Rome,

Peace, villain, peace !-even thus he rates the babe, Which signify, what hate they bear their emperor, For I must bear thee to a trusty Goth ; And how desirous of our sight they are.

Who, when he knows thou art the empress' babe, Therefore, great lords, be, as your titles witness, Will hold thee dearly for thy mother's sake. Imperious, and impatient of your wrongs;

With this, my weapon drawn, I rush'd upon him, And, wherein Rome hath done you any scath, Surpriz'd him suddenly; and brought him hither, Let him make treble satisfaction.

To use as you think needful of the man. I Goth. Brave slip, sprung from the great An- Luc. 0 worthy Goth! this is the incarnate devil, dronicus,

That robb’d Andronicus of his good hand : Whose name was once our terror, now our comfort; | This is the pearl that pleas'd your empress' eye; Whose high exploits, and honourable deeds,

And here's the base fruit of his burning lust. Ingrateful Rome requites with foul contempt, Say, wall-ey'd slave, whither would'st thou convey Be bold in us : we'll follow where thou lead'st, This growing image of thy fiend-like face? Like stinging bees in hottest summer's day,

Why dost not speak? What! deaf? No; not a word ? Led by their master to the flower'd fields,

A halter, soldier ; hang him on this tree, And be aveng'd on cursed Tamora.

And by his side his fruit of bastardy. Goths. And, as he saith, so say we all with him. Aar. Touch not the boy, he is of royal blood.

Luc. I humbly thank him, and I thank you all. Luc. Too like the sire for ever being good. But who comes here, led by a lusty Goth ?

First, hang the child, that he may see it sprawl;

A sight to vex the father's soul withal. Enter a Goth, leading Aaron, with his child in

Get me a ladder. his arms.

[ A ladder brought, which Aaron is obliged 2 Goth. Renowned Lucius, from our troops I

to ascend. stray'd,

Aar.

Lucius, save the child ; To gaze upon a ruinous monastery;

And bear it from me to the emperess. And as I earnestly did fix mine eye

If thou do this, I'll show thee wond'rous things, Upon the wasted building, suddenly

That highly may advantage thee to hear : I heard a child cry underneath a wall :

If thou wilt not, befall what may befall, I made unto the noise ; when soon I heard

I'll speak no more ; But vengeance rot you all! The crying babe controllid with this discourse : Luc. Say on; and, if it please me which thou Peace, tawny slave ; half me, and half thy dam !

speak'st, Did nol thy hue bewray whose brat thou art,

Thy child shall live, and I will see it nourish'd.

more.

Aar. An if it please thee? why, assure thee, Aar. Ay, that I had not done a thousand more Lucius,

Even now I curse the day, (and yet, I think, 'Twill vex thy soul to hear what I shall speak; Few come within the compass of my curse,) For I must talk of murders, rapes, and massacres, Wherein I did not some notorious ill : Acts of black night, abominable deeds,

As kill a man, or else devise his death ; Complots of mischief, treason ; villainies

Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it; Ruthful to hear, yet piteously perform’d:

Accuse some innocent, and forswear myself: And this shall all be buried by my death,

Set deadly enmity between two friends; Unless thou swear to me, my child shall live. Make poor men's cattle break their necks; Luc. Tell on thy mind; I say, thy child shall Set fire on barns and hay-stacks in the night, live.

And bid the owners quench them with their tears, Aar. Swear, that he shall, and then I will begin. Oft have I digg'd up dead men from their graves, Luc. Who should I swear by? thou believ’st no And set them upright at their dear friends' doors, god;

Even when their sorrows almost were forgot ; That granted, how canst thou believe an oath? And on their skins, as on the bark of trees,

Aar. What if I do not ? as, indeed, I do not : Have with my knife carved in Roman letters, Yet, — for I know thou art religious,

Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead. And hast a thing within thee, called conscience ; Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful things, And twenty popish tricks and ceremonies,

As willingly as one would kill-a fly; Which I have seen thee careful to observe, - And nothing grieves me heartily indeed, Therefore I urge thy oath ; - For that, I know, But that I cannot do ten thousand more. An idiot holds his bauble for a god,

Luc. Bring down the devil; for he must not die And keeps the oath, which by that god he swears; So sweet a death, as hanging presently. To that I'll urge him : — Therefore, thou shalt vow Aar. If there be devils, 'would I were a devil, By that same god, what god soe'er it be,

To live and burn in everlasting fire ;
That thou ador'st and hast in reverence,

So I might have your company in bell,
To save my boy, to nourish, and bring him up; But to torment you with my bitter tongue !
Or else I will discover nought to thee.

Luc. Sirs, stop his mouth, and let him speak no
Luc. Even by my god, I swear to thee I will.
Aar. First, know thou, I begot him on the em-

Enter a Goth. press. Luc. O most insatiate, luxurious woman!

Goth. My lord, there is a messenger from Rome, Aar. Tut, Lucius ! this was but a deed of charity, Desires to be admitted to your presence. To that which thou shalt hear of me anon.

Luc. Let him come near, — 'Twas her two sons, that murder'd Bassianus :

Enter ÆVILIUS. They cut thy sister's tongue, and ravish’d her, And cut her hands; and trimm'd her as thou saw'st. Welcome, Æmilius, what's the news from Rome? Luc. 0, détestable villain ! call'st thou that Æmil. Lord Lucius, and you, princes of the trimming?

Goths, Aar. Why, she was wash'd, and cut, and trimm'd; The Roman emperor greets you all by me: and t'was

And, for he understands you are in arms, Trim sport for them that had the doing of it. He craves a parley at your father's house,

Luc. O, barbarous, beastly villains, like thyself! Willing you to demand your hostages, Aar. Indeed, I was their tutor to instruct them; And they shall be immediately deliver'd. That codding spirit had they from their mother,

I Goth. What says our general ? As sure a card as ever won the set ;

Luc. Æmilius, let the emperor give his pledges That bloody mind, I think, they learn’d of me,

Unto my father and my uncle Marcus, As true a dog as ever fought at head.

And we will come.

(Ereund Well, let my deeds be witness of my worth. I train'd thy brethren to that guileful hole,

SCENE II. Rorne. Bevre Titus's House. Where the dead corpse of Bassianus lay :

Enter TAMORA, Chiron, and DEMETRIUS, disguised. I wrote the letter that thy father found, And hid the gold within the letter mention’d,

Tam. Thus, irr this strange and sad habiliment, Confederate with the queen, and her two sons ;

I will encounter with Andronicus;
And what not done, that thou hast cause to rue, And say, I am Revenge, sent from below,
Wherein I had no stroke of mischief in it?

To join with him, and right his heinous wrongs. I play'd the cheater for thy father's hand;

Knock at his study, where, they say, he keeps, And, when I had it, drew myself apart,

To ruminate strange plots of dire revenge ; And almost broke my heart with extreme laughter. | Tell him, Revenge is come to join with him, I pry'd me through the crevice of a wall,

And work confusion on his enemies. (They knock. When, for his hand, he had his two sons' heads; Beheld his tears, and langli'd so heartily,

Enter Titus, above. That both mine eyes were rainy like to his ;

Tu. Who doth molest my contemplation ? And when I told the empress of this sport,

Is it your trick, to make me ope the door ;
She swounded almost at my pleasing tale,

That so my sad decrees may fly away,
And, for my tidings, gave me twenty kisses. And all my study be to no effect ?
Goth. What! canst thou say all this, and never You are deceiv'd: for what I mean to do,
blush ?

See here, in bloody lines I have set down;
Aur. Ay, like a black dog, as the saying is. And what is written shall be executed.
Luc. Art thou not sorry for these heinous deeds? Tam. Titus, I am come to talk with thre.

March away.

me.

Tit. No; not a word : How can I grace my talk,

Enter Titus. Wanting a hand to give it action ?

Tit. Long have I been forlorn, and all for thee : Thou hast the odds of me, therefore no more. Welcome, dread fury, to my woful house ;Tam. If thou did'st know me, thou would'st talk Rapine, and Murder, you are welcome too :with me.

How like the empress and her sons you are ! Tit. I am not mad; I know thee well enough : Well are you fitted, had you but a Moor: Witness this wretched stump, these crimson lines; Could not all hell aflord you such a devil ? Witness these trenches, made by grief and care;

For, well I wot, the empress never wags, Witness the tiring day, and heavy night;

But in her company there is a Moor; Witness all sorrow, that I know thee well

And, would you represent our queen aright, For our proud empress, mighty Tamora :

It were convenient you had such a devil : Is not thy coming for my other hand ?

But welcome, as you are.

What shall we do? Tam. Know thou, sad man, I am not Tamora ; Tam. What would'st thou have us do, AndroShe is thy enemy, and I thy friend :

nicus? I am Revenge ; sent from the infernal kingdom, Dem. Show me a murderer, I'll deal with him. To ease the gnawing vulture of thy mind,

Chi. Show me a villain, that hath done a rape, By working wreakful vengeance on thy foes. And I am sent to be reveng'd on him. Come down, and welcome me to this world's light; Tam. Show me a thousand, that have done thee Confer with me of murder and of death :

wrong, There's not a hollow cave, or lurking-place, And I will be revenged on them all. No vast obscurity, or misty vale,

Tit. Look round about the wicked streets of Where bloody murder, or detested rape,

Rome; Can couch for fear, but I will find them out; And when thou find'st a man that's like thyself, And in their ears tell them my dreadful name, Good Murder, stab him ; he's a murderer. Revenge, which makes the foul offeraler quake. Go thou with him ; and, when it is thy hap,

Tit. Art thou Revenge? and art thou sent to me, To find another that is like to thee, To be a torment to mine enemies?

Good Rapine, stab him ; he is a ravisher. Tam. I am ; therefore come down, and welcome Go thou with them; and in the emperor's court

There is a queen, attended by a Moor ; Tit. Do me some service, ere I come to thee. Well may'st thou know her by thy own proportion, Lo, by thy side where Rape, and Murder, stands; For up and down she doth resemble thee ; Now give some 'surance that thou art Revenge, pray thee, do on them some violent death, Stab them, or tear them on thy chariot wheels; They have been violent to me and mine. And then I'll come, and be thy waygoner,

Tam. Well hast thou lesson'd us; this shall we do. And whirl along with thce about the globes. But would it please thee, good Andronicus, Provide thee proper palfries, black as jet,

To send for Lucius, thy thrice valiant son, To hale thy vengeful waggon swift away,

Who leads towards Rome a band of warlike Goth, And find out murderers in their guilty caves: And bid him come and banquet at thy house : And when thy car is loaden with their heads, When he is here, even at thy solemn feast, I will dismount, and by the waggon wheel

I will bring in the empress and her sons, Trot, like a servile footman, all day long ;

The emperor himself, and all thy foes; Even from Hyperion's rising in the east,

And at thy mercy shall they stoop and kneel, Until his very downfall in the sea.

And on them shalt thou ease thy angry heart. And day by day I'll do this heavy task,

What says Andronicus to this device? So thou destroy Rapine and Murder there.

Tit. Marcus, my brother ! - 'tis sad Titus calls. Tam. These are my ministers, and come with me.

Enter MARCUS. Tit. Are they thy ministers? what are they call'd ?

Go, gentle Marcus, to thy nephew Lucius; Tam. Rapine, and Murder; therefore called so, Thou shalt inquire him out among the Goths ; 'Cause they take vengeance of such kind of men. Bid him repair to me, and bring with him Tit. Good lord, how like the empress' sons they Some of the chiefest princes of the Goths ; are !

Bid him encamp his soldiers where they are: And you, the empress ! But we worldly men Tell him, the emperor and the empress too Have miserable, mad, mistaking eyes.

Feast at my house : and he shall feast with them. O sweet Revenge, now do I come to thee :

This do thon for my love ; and so let him,
And, if one arm's embracement will content thee : As he regards his aged father's life.
I will embrace thee in it by and by.

Mar. This will I do, and soon return again. (Exit.
[Exit Titus, from above. Tam. Now will I hence about thy business,
Tam. This closing with him fits his lunacy : And take my ministers along with me.
Whate'er I forge, to feed his brain-sick fits,

Tit. Nay, nay, let Rape and Murder stay with me; Do you uphold and máintain in your speeches. Or else I'll call my brother back again, For now he firmly takes me for Revenge;

And cleave to no revenge but Lucius. And, being credulous in this mad thought,

Tam. What say you, boys? will you abide with I'll make him send for Lucius, his son;

him, And, whilst I at a banquet hold him sure,

Whiles I go tell my lord the emperor, I'll find soine cunning practice out of hand, How I have govern'd our determin’d jest? lo scatter and disperse the giddy Goths,

Yield to his humour, smooth and speak him fair, Or, at the least, make them his enemies.

(asida See, here he comes, and I must ply my theme. And tarry with him, till I come again.

Tit. I know them all, though they suppose me

For worse than Philomel you us'd my daughter, mad;

And worse than Progne I will be reveng'd: And will o'er-reach them in their own devices, And now prepare your throats. — Lavinia, come, A pair of cursed hell-hounds, and their dam.

(He cuts their throats

. [ Aside. Receive the blood : and, when that they are dead, Dem. Madam, depart at pleasure, leave us here. Let me go grind their bones to powder small,

Tam. Farewell, Andronicus: Revenge now goes And with this hateful liquor temper it; To lay a complot to betray thy foes.

And in that paste let their vile leads be bak'd. Tit. I know thou dost; and, sweet Revenge, Come, come, be every one officious farewell.

{Erit Tamora. To make this banquet ; which I wish may prove Chi. Tell us, old man, how shall we be em- More stern and bloody than the Centaurs' feast. ploy'd ?

So, now bring them in, for I will play the cook, Tit. Tut, I have work enough for you to do, And see them ready 'gainst their mother comes. Publius, come hither, Caius, and Valentine !

[Exeunt, bearing the dead bodies. Enter Publius and others.

SCENE III.

The same.

A Pavilion, fouth Pub. What's your will ?

Tables, fc. Tit.

Know you these two ? Pub.

Th' empress' sons,

Enter Lucius, Marcus, and Goths, with Aaron, I take them, Chiron and Demetrius.

prisoner. Tit. Fye, Publius, fye! thou art too much Luc. Uncle Marcus, since 'tis my father's mind, deceiv'd ;

That I repair to Rome, I am content. The one is Murder, Rape the other's name :

1 Goth. And ours, with thine, befall what fortune And therefore bind them, gentle Publius;

will. Caius, and Valentine, lay hands on them :

Luc. Good uncle, take you in this barbarous Oft have you heard me wish for such an hour,

Moor,
And now I find it; therefore bind them sure; This ravenous tiger, this accursed devil;
And stop their mouths, if they begin to cry.

Let him receive no sustenance, fetter him,
(Erit Titus. — Publius, &c. lay hold on Till he be brought unto the empress' face,
Chiron and DEMETRIUS.

For testimony of her foul proceedings : Chi. Villains, forbear ; we are the empress' sons. And see the ambush of our friends be strong: Pub. And therefore do we what we are com- I fear, the emperor means no good to us. manded.

Aar. Some devil whisper curses in mine ear, Stop close their mouths, let them not speak a And prompt me, that my tongue may utter forth

The venomous malice of my swelling heart ! Is he sure bound ? look, that you bind them fast. Luc. Away, inhuman dog! unhallow'd slave!

Sirs, help our uncle to convey him in. Re-enter Titus ANDRONICUS, with LAVINIA; she

(Ereunt Goths, with Aaron. Flouris'. bearing a bason, and he a knife.

The trumpets show, the emperor is at hand. Tit. Come, come, Lavinia : look, thy foes are bound ;

Enter SATURNINUS and TAMORA, with Tribunes,

Senators, and others. Sırs, stop their mouths, let them not speak to me; But let them hear what fearful words I utter. - Sat. What, hath the firmament more suns than O villains, Chiron and Demetrius! Here stands the spring whom you have stain'd with Luc. What boots it thee, to call thyself a sun ?

Mar. Rome's emperor, and nephew, break the This goodly summer with your winter mix’d.

parle ;
You kill'd her husband; and, for that vile fault, These quarrels must be quietly debated.
Two of her brothers were condemn’d to death : The feast is ready, which the careful Titus
My hand cut off, and made a merry jest :

Hath ordain'd to an honourable end, Both her sweet hands, her tongue, and that, more For peace, for love, for league, and good to Rome : dear

Please you, therefore, draw nigh, and take your Than hands or tongue, her spotless chastity,

places. Inhuman traitors, you constrain’d and fore’d.

Sat. Marcus, we will. What would you say, if I should let you speak ? (Hautboys sound. The company sit down at talle. Villains, for shame you could not beg for grace. Hark, wretches, how I mean to martyr you.

Enter Titus, dressed like a cook, LAVINIA, veiled, This one hand yet is left to cut your throats;

young Lucius, and others. Titus places the dishes Whilst that Lavinia 'tween her stumps doth hold

on the table. The bason, that receives your guilty blood.

Tit. Welcome, my gracious lord; welcome, dread You know, your mother means to feast with me,

queen; And calls herself, Revenge, and thinks me mad, - Welcome, ye warlike Goths; welcome, Lucius; Hark, villains; I will grind your bones to dust, And welcome, all : although the cheer be poor, And with your blood and it, I'll make a paste ; "Twill fill your stomachs ; please you eat of it. And of the paste a coffin I will rear,

Sat. Why art thou thus attir'd, Andronicus ? And make two pasties of your shameful heads; Tit. Because I would be sure to have all well, And bid that strumpet, your unballow'd dam, To entertain your highness, and your empress. Like to the earth, swallow her own increase. This is the feast that I have bid her to,

Tam. We are beholden to you, good Andronicus.

Tit. An if your highness knew my heart, you And this the banquet she shall surfeit on;

were.

word :

one?

mud;

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