The Lamentable Tragedie of Titus Andronicus.And as I earnestly did fixe mine eye
[2020]
Vpon the wasted building, suddainelyI heard a childe cry vnderneath a wall:I made vnto the noyse, when soone I heard,The crying babe control'd with this discourse:Peace Tawny slaue, halfe me, and halfe thy Dam,
[2025]
Did not thy Hue bewray whose brat thou art?Had nature lent thee, but thy Mothers looke,Villaine thou might'st haue bene an Emperour.But where the Bull and Cow are both milk‑white,They neuer do beget a cole‑blacke‑Calfe:
[2030]
Peace, villaine peace, euen thus he rates the babe,For I must beare thee to a trusty Goth,Who when he knowes thou art the Empresse babe,Will hold thee dearely for thy Mothers sake.With this, my weapon drawne I rusht vpon him,
[2035]
Surpriz'd him suddainely, and brought him hitherTo vse, as you thinke needefull of the man.Luci.Oh worthy Goth, this is the incarnate deuill,That rob'd
Andronicus of his good
hand:
This is the Pearle that pleas'd your Empresse eye,
[2040]
And heere's the Base Fruit of his burning lust.Say wall‑ey'd slaue, whether would'st
thou conuay
This growing Image of thy fiend‑like face?Why dost not speake? what deafe? Not a word?A halter Souldiers, hang him on this Tree,
[2045]
And by his side his Fruite of Bastardie.Aron.
Touch not the Boy, he is of Royall blood.
Luci.Too like the Syre for euer being good.First hang the Child that he may see it sprall,A sight to vexe the Fathers soule withall.Aron.
[2050]
Get me a Ladder
Lucius, saue the
Childe,
And beare it from me to the Empresse:If thou do this, Ile shew thee wondrous things,That highly may aduantage thee to heare;If thou wilt not, befall what may befall,
[2055]
Ile speake no more: but vengeance rot you all.Luci.Say on, and if it please me which thou speak'st,Thy child shall liue, and I will see it Nourisht.Aron.And if it please thee? why assure thee
Lucius,
'Twill vexe thy soule to heare what I shall speake:
[2060]
For I must talke of Murthers, Rapes, and Massacres,Acts of Blacke‑night, abhominable Deeds,Complots of Mischiefe, Treason, VillaniesRuthfull to heare, yet pittiously preform'd,And this shall all be buried by my death,
[2065]
Vnlesse thou sweare to me my Childe shall liue.Luci.Tell on thy minde,I say thy Childe shall liue.Aron.
Sweare that he shall, and then I will begin.
Luci.Who should I sweare by,
[2070]
Thou beleeuest no God,That graunted, how can'st thou beleeue an oath?Aron.What if I do not, as indeed I do not,Yet for I know thou art Religious,And hast a thing within thee, called Conscience,
[2075]
With twenty Popish trickes and Ceremonies,Which I haue seene thee carefull to obserue:Therefore I vrge thy oath, for that I knowAn Ideot holds his Bauble for a God,And keepes the oath which by that God he sweares,
[2080]
To that Ile vrge him: therefore thou shalt vowBy that same God, what God so ere it beThat thou adorest, and hast in reuerence,To saue my Boy, to nourish and bring him vp,Ore else I will discouer nought to thee.
Aron.First know thou,I begot him on the Empresse.Luci.
Oh most Insatiate luxurious woman!
Aron.Tut
Lucius, this was but a deed of
Charitie,
[2090]
To that which thou shalt heare of me anon,'Twas her two Sonnes that murdered
Bassianus,
They cut thy Sisters tongue, and rauisht her,And cut her hands off, and trim'd her as thou
saw'st.
Lucius.Oh detestable villaine!
[2095]
Call'st thou that Trimming?Aron.Why she was washt, and cut, and trim'd,And 'twas trim sport for them that had the doing of it.Luci.
Oh barbarous beastly villaines like thy selfe!
Aron.Indeede, I was their Tutor to instruct them
[2100]
That Codding spirit had they from their Mother,As sure a Card as euer wonne the Set:That bloody minde I thinke they learn'd of me,As true a Dog as euer fought at head.Well, let my Deeds be witnesse of my worth:
[2105]
I trayn'd thy Bretheren to that guilefull Hole,Where the dead Corps of
Bassianus lay:
I wrote the Letter, that thy Father found,And hid the Gold within the Letter mention'd.Confederate with the Queene, and her two Sonnes,
[2110]
And what not done, that thou hast cause to rue,Wherein I had no stroke of Mischeife in it.I play'd the Cheater for thy Fathers hand,And when I had it, drew my selfe apart,And almost broke my heart with extreame laughter.
[2115]
I pried me through the Creuice of a Wall,When for his hand, he had his two Sonnes heads,Beheld his teares, and laught so hartily,That both mine eyes were rainie like to his:And when I told the Empresse of this sport,
[2120]
She sounded almost at my pleasing tale,And for my tydings, gaue me twenty kisses.Goth.
What canst thou say all this, and neuer blush?
Aron.
I, like a blacke Dogge, as the saying is.
Luci.
Art thou not sorry for these hainous deedes?
Aron.
[2125]
I, that I had not done a thousand more:Euen now I curse the day, and yet I thinkeFew come within few compasse of my curse,Wherein I did not some Notorious ill,As kill a man, or else deuise his death,
[2130]
Rauish a Maid, or plot the way to do it,Accuse some Innocent, and forsweare my selfe,Set deadly Enmity betweene two Friends,Make poore mens Cattell breake their neckes,Set fire on Barnes and Haystackes in the night,
[2135]
And bid the Owners quench them with the teares:Oft haue I dig'd vp dead men from their graues,And set them vpright at their deere Friends doore,Euen when their sorrowes almost was forgot,And on their skinnes, as on the Barke of Trees,
[2140]
Haue with my knife carued in Romaine Letters,Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead.Tut, I haue done a thousand dreadfull thingsAs willingly, as one would kill a Fly,And nothing greeues me hartily indeede,
[2145]
But that I cannot doe ten thousand more.Luci.Bring downe the diuell, for he must not dieSo sweet a death as hanging presently.Aron.If there be diuels, would I were a deuill,To liue and burne in euerlasting fire,
Actus Quintus.
[Act 5, Scene 1]
Flourish. Enter Lucius with
an Army of Gothes,
with Drum and Souldiers.
Luci.Approued warriours, and my faithfull Friends,I haue receiued Letters from great Rome,
[2000]
Which signifies what hate they beare their Emperour,And how desirous of our sight they are.Therefore great Lords, be as your Titles witnesse,Imperious and impatient of your wrongs,And wherein Rome hath done you any scathe,
[2005]
Let him make treble satisfaction.Goth.Braue slip, sprung from the Great
Andronicus,
Whose name was once our terrour, now our comfort,Whose high exploits, and honourable Deeds,Ingratefull Rome requites with foule contempt:
[2010]
Behold in vs, weele follow where thou lead'st,Like stinging Bees in hottest Sommers day,Led by their Maister to the flowred fields,And be aueng'd on cursed
Tamora:
And as he saith, so say we all with him.Luci.
[2015]
I humbly thanke him, and I thanke you all.But who comes heere, led by a lusty
Goth?
Enter a Goth leading of
Aaron with his child
in his armes.
Goth.Renowned
Lucius, from our troups I
straid,
To gaze vpon a ruinous Monasterie,And as I earnestly did fixe mine eye
[2020]
Vpon the wasted building, suddainelyI heard a childe cry vnderneath a wall:I made vnto the noyse, when soone I heard,The crying babe control'd with this discourse:Peace Tawny slaue, halfe me, and halfe thy Dam,
[2025]
Did not thy Hue bewray whose brat thou art?Had nature lent thee, but thy Mothers looke,Villaine thou might'st haue bene an Emperour.But where the Bull and Cow are both milk‑white,They neuer do beget a cole‑blacke‑Calfe:
[2030]
Peace, villaine peace, euen thus he rates the babe,For I must beare thee to a trusty Goth,Who when he knowes thou art the Empresse babe,Will hold thee dearely for thy Mothers sake.With this, my weapon drawne I rusht vpon him,
[2035]
Surpriz'd him suddainely, and brought him hitherTo vse, as you thinke needefull of the man.Luci.Oh worthy Goth, this is the incarnate deuill,That rob'd
Andronicus of his good
hand:
This is the Pearle that pleas'd your Empresse eye,
[2040]
And heere's the Base Fruit of his burning lust.Say wall‑ey'd slaue, whether would'st
thou conuay
This growing Image of thy fiend‑like face?Why dost not speake? what deafe? Not a word?A halter Souldiers, hang him on this Tree,
[2045]
And by his side his Fruite of Bastardie.Aron.
Touch not the Boy, he is of Royall blood.
Luci.Too like the Syre for euer being good.First hang the Child that he may see it sprall,A sight to vexe the Fathers soule withall.Aron.
[2050]
Get me a Ladder
Lucius, saue the
Childe,
And beare it from me to the Empresse:If thou do this, Ile shew thee wondrous things,That highly may aduantage thee to heare;If thou wilt not, befall what may befall,
[2055]
Ile speake no more: but vengeance rot you all.Luci.Say on, and if it please me which thou speak'st,Thy child shall liue, and I will see it Nourisht.Aron.And if it please thee? why assure thee
Lucius,
'Twill vexe thy soule to heare what I shall speake:
[2060]
For I must talke of Murthers, Rapes, and Massacres,Acts of Blacke‑night, abhominable Deeds,Complots of Mischiefe, Treason, VillaniesRuthfull to heare, yet pittiously preform'd,And this shall all be buried by my death,
[2065]
Vnlesse thou sweare to me my Childe shall liue.Luci.Tell on thy minde,I say thy Childe shall liue.Aron.
Sweare that he shall, and then I will begin.
Luci.Who should I sweare by,
[2070]
Thou beleeuest no God,That graunted, how can'st thou beleeue an oath?Aron.What if I do not, as indeed I do not,Yet for I know thou art Religious,And hast a thing within thee, called Conscience,
[2075]
With twenty Popish trickes and Ceremonies,Which I haue seene thee carefull to obserue:Therefore I vrge thy oath, for that I knowAn Ideot holds his Bauble for a God,And keepes the oath which by that God he sweares,
[2080]
To that Ile vrge him: therefore thou shalt vowBy that same God, what God so ere it beThat thou adorest, and hast in reuerence,To saue my Boy, to nourish and bring him vp,Ore else I will discouer nought to thee.Luci.
[2085]
Euen by my God I sweare
to toto thee I will.
Aron.First know thou,I begot him on the Empresse.Luci.
Oh most Insatiate luxurious woman!
Aron.Tut
Lucius, this was but a deed of
Charitie,
[2090]
To that which thou shalt heare of me anon,'Twas her two Sonnes that murdered
Bassianus,
They cut thy Sisters tongue, and rauisht her,And cut her hands off, and trim'd her as thou
saw'st.
Lucius.Oh detestable villaine!
[2095]
Call'st thou that Trimming?Aron.Why she was washt, and cut, and trim'd,And 'twas trim sport for them that had the doing of it.Luci.
Oh barbarous beastly villaines like thy selfe!
Aron.Indeede, I was their Tutor to instruct them
[2100]
That Codding spirit had they from their Mother,As sure a Card as euer wonne the Set:That bloody minde I thinke they learn'd of me,As true a Dog as euer fought at head.Well, let my Deeds be witnesse of my worth:
[2105]
I trayn'd thy Bretheren to that guilefull Hole,Where the dead Corps of
Bassianus lay:
I wrote the Letter, that thy Father found,And hid the Gold within the Letter mention'd.Confederate with the Queene, and her two Sonnes,
[2110]
And what not done, that thou hast cause to rue,Wherein I had no stroke of Mischeife in it.I play'd the Cheater for thy Fathers hand,And when I had it, drew my selfe apart,And almost broke my heart with extreame laughter.
[2115]
I pried me through the Creuice of a Wall,When for his hand, he had his two Sonnes heads,Beheld his teares, and laught so hartily,That both mine eyes were rainie like to his:And when I told the Empresse of this sport,
[2120]
She sounded almost at my pleasing tale,And for my tydings, gaue me twenty kisses.Goth.
What canst thou say all this, and neuer blush?
Aron.
I, like a blacke Dogge, as the saying is.
Luci.
Art thou not sorry for these hainous deedes?
Aron.
[2125]
I, that I had not done a thousand more:Euen now I curse the day, and yet I thinkeFew come within few compasse of my curse,Wherein I did not some Notorious ill,As kill a man, or else deuise his death,
[2130]
Rauish a Maid, or plot the way to do it,Accuse some Innocent, and forsweare my selfe,Set deadly Enmity betweene two Friends,Make poore mens Cattell breake their neckes,Set fire on Barnes and Haystackes in the night,
[2135]
And bid the Owners quench them with the teares:Oft haue I dig'd vp dead men from their graues,And set them vpright at their deere Friends doore,Euen when their sorrowes almost was forgot,And on their skinnes, as on the Barke of Trees,
[2140]
Haue with my knife carued in Romaine Letters,Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead.Tut, I haue done a thousand dreadfull thingsAs willingly, as one would kill a Fly,And nothing greeues me hartily indeede,
[2145]
But that I cannot doe ten thousand more.Luci.Bring downe the diuell, for he must not dieSo sweet a death as hanging presently.Aron.If there be diuels, would I were a deuill,To liue and burne in euerlasting fire,
[2150]
So I might haue your company in hell,But to torment you with my bitter tongue.Luci.
Sirs stop his mouth, & let him speake no more.
Enter Emillius.Goth.My Lord, there is a Messenger from RomeDesires to be admitted to your presence.Luc.
[2155]
Let him come neere.Welcome
Emillius, what the newes from
Rome?
Emi.Lord
Lucius, and you Princes of the
Gothes,
The Romaine Emperour greetes you all by me,And for he vnderstands you are in Armes,
[2160]
He craues a parly at your Fathers houseWilling you to demand your Hostages,And they shall be immediately deliuered.Goth.
What saies our Generall?
Luc.Emillius, let the Emperour giue his
pledges
[2165]
Vnto my Father, and my Vncle
Marcus,
Flourish.And we will come: march away.Exeunt.
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<l n="2047">Too like the Syre for euer being good.</l>
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<l n="2062">Complots of Mischiefe, Treason, Villanies</l>
<l n="2063">Ruthfull to heare, yet pittiously preform'd,</l>
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<l n="2066">Tell on thy minde,</l>
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<speaker rend="italic">Luci.</speaker>
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<speaker rend="italic">Aron.</speaker>
<l n="2072">What if I do not, as indeed I do not,</l>
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<l n="2075">With twenty Popish trickes and Ceremonies,</l>
<l n="2076">Which I haue seene thee carefull to obserue:</l>
<l n="2077">Therefore I vrge thy oath, for that I know</l>
<l n="2078">An Ideot holds his Bauble for a God,</l>
<l n="2079">And keepes the oath which by that God he sweares,</l>
<l n="2080">To that Ile vrge him: therefore thou shalt vow</l>
<l n="2081">By that same God, what God so ere it be</l>
<l n="2082">That thou adorest, and hast in reuerence,</l>
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<speaker rend="italic">Luci.</speaker>
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<speaker rend="italic">Aron.</speaker>
<l n="2086">First know thou,</l>
<l n="2087">I begot him on the Empresse.</l>
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<sp who="#F-tit-luc">
<speaker rend="italic">Luci.</speaker>
<p n="2088">Oh most Insatiate luxurious woman!</p>
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<sp who="#F-tit-aar">
<speaker rend="italic">Aron.</speaker>
<l n="2089">Tut<hi rend="italic">Lucius</hi>, this was but a deed of Charitie,</l>
<l n="2090">To that which thou shalt heare of me anon,</l>
<l n="2091">'Twas her two Sonnes that murdered<hi rend="italic">Bassianus</hi>,</l>
<l n="2092">They cut thy Sisters tongue, and rauisht her,</l>
<l n="2093">And cut her hands off, and trim'd her as thou saw'st.</l>
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<sp who="#F-tit-luc">
<speaker rend="italic">Lucius.</speaker>
<l n="2094">Oh detestable villaine!</l>
<l n="2095">Call'st thou that Trimming?</l>
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<sp who="#F-tit-aar">
<speaker rend="italic">Aron.</speaker>
<l n="2096">Why she was washt, and cut, and trim'd,</l>
<l n="2097">And 'twas trim sport for them that had the doing of it.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-luc">
<speaker rend="italic">Luci.</speaker>
<p n="2098">Oh barbarous beastly villaines like thy selfe!</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-aar">
<speaker rend="italic">Aron.</speaker>
<l n="2099">Indeede, I was their Tutor to instruct them</l>
<l n="2100">That Codding spirit had they from their Mother,</l>
<l n="2101">As sure a Card as euer wonne the Set:</l>
<l n="2102">That bloody minde I thinke they learn'd of me,</l>
<l n="2103">As true a Dog as euer fought at head.</l>
<l n="2104">Well, let my Deeds be witnesse of my worth:</l>
<l n="2105">I trayn'd thy Bretheren to that guilefull Hole,</l>
<l n="2106">Where the dead Corps of<hi rend="italic">Bassianus</hi>lay:</l>
<l n="2107">I wrote the Letter, that thy Father found,</l>
<l n="2108">And hid the Gold within the Letter mention'd.</l>
<l n="2109">Confederate with the Queene, and her two Sonnes,</l>
<l n="2110">And what not done, that thou hast cause to rue,</l>
<l n="2111">Wherein I had no stroke of Mischeife in it.</l>
<l n="2112">I play'd the Cheater for thy Fathers hand,</l>
<l n="2113">And when I had it, drew my selfe apart,</l>
<l n="2114">And almost broke my heart with extreame laughter.</l>
<l n="2115">I pried me through the Creuice of a Wall,</l>
<l n="2116">When for his hand, he had his two Sonnes heads,</l>
<l n="2117">Beheld his teares, and laught so hartily,</l>
<l n="2118">That both mine eyes were rainie like to his:</l>
<l n="2119">And when I told the Empresse of this sport,</l>
<l n="2120">She sounded almost at my pleasing tale,</l>
<l n="2121">And for my tydings, gaue me twenty kisses.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-got">
<speaker rend="italic">Goth.</speaker>
<p n="2122">What canst thou say all this, and neuer blush?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-aar">
<speaker rend="italic">Aron.</speaker>
<p n="2123">I, like a blacke Dogge, as the saying is.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-luc">
<speaker rend="italic">Luci.</speaker>
<p n="2124">Art thou not sorry for these hainous deedes?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-aar">
<speaker rend="italic">Aron.</speaker>
<l n="2125">I, that I had not done a thousand more:</l>
<l n="2126">Euen now I curse the day, and yet I thinke</l>
<l n="2127">Few come within few compasse of my curse,</l>
<l n="2128">Wherein I did not some Notorious ill,</l>
<l n="2129">As kill a man, or else deuise his death,</l>
<l n="2130">Rauish a Maid, or plot the way to do it,</l>
<l n="2131">Accuse some Innocent, and forsweare my selfe,</l>
<l n="2132">Set deadly Enmity betweene two Friends,</l>
<l n="2133">Make poore mens Cattell breake their neckes,</l>
<l n="2134">Set fire on Barnes and Haystackes in the night,</l>
<l n="2135">And bid the Owners quench them with the teares:</l>
<l n="2136">Oft haue I dig'd vp dead men from their graues,</l>
<l n="2137">And set them vpright at their deere Friends doore,</l>
<l n="2138">Euen when their sorrowes almost was forgot,</l>
<l n="2139">And on their skinnes, as on the Barke of Trees,</l>
<l n="2140">Haue with my knife carued in Romaine Letters,</l>
<l n="2141">Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead.</l>
<l n="2142">Tut, I haue done a thousand dreadfull things</l>
<l n="2143">As willingly, as one would kill a Fly,</l>
<l n="2144">And nothing greeues me hartily indeede,</l>
<l n="2145">But that I cannot doe ten thousand more.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-luc">
<speaker rend="italic">Luci.</speaker>
<l n="2146">Bring downe the diuell, for he must not die</l>
<l n="2147">So sweet a death as hanging presently.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-aar">
<speaker rend="italic">Aron.</speaker>
<l n="2148">If there be diuels, would I were a deuill,</l>
<l n="2149">To liue and burne in euerlasting fire,</l>
<l n="2150">So I might haue your company in hell,</l>
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<l n="2151">But to torment you with my bitter tongue.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-luc">
<speaker rend="italic">Luci.</speaker>
<p n="2152">Sirs stop his mouth, & let him speake no more.</p>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Emillius.</stage>
<sp who="#F-tit-got">
<speaker rend="italic">Goth.</speaker>
<l n="2153">My Lord, there is a Messenger from Rome</l>
<l n="2154">Desires to be admitted to your presence.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-luc">
<speaker rend="italic">Luc.</speaker>
<l n="2155">Let him come neere.</l>
<l n="2156">Welcome<hi rend="italic">Emillius</hi>, what the newes from Rome?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-aem">
<speaker rend="italic">Emi.</speaker>
<l n="2157">Lord<hi rend="italic">Lucius</hi>, and you Princes of the Gothes,</l>
<l n="2158">The Romaine Emperour greetes you all by me,</l>
<l n="2159">And for he vnderstands you are in Armes,</l>
<l n="2160">He craues a parly at your Fathers house</l>
<l n="2161">Willing you to demand your Hostages,</l>
<l n="2162">And they shall be immediately deliuered.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-got">
<speaker rend="italic">Goth.</speaker>
<p n="2163">What saies our Generall?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-luc">
<speaker rend="italic">Luc.</speaker>
<l n="2164">
<hi rend="italic">Emillius</hi>, let the Emperour giue his pledges</l>
<l n="2165">Vnto my Father, and my Vncle<hi rend="italic">Marcus</hi>,</l>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">Flourish.</stage>
<l n="2166">And we will come: march away.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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