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They ravish'd her, and cut away her tongue;
Tit. Why, there they are both, baked in that pie; 60 Whereof their mother daintily hath fed,
Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred.
'Tis true, 'tis true; witness my knife's sharp point.
Sat. Die, frantic wretch, for this accursed deed!
Luc. Can the son's eye behold his father bleed? There's meed for meed, death for a deadly deed! [Kills Saturninus. A great tumult.
and others go up
Marc. You sad-faced men, people and sons of
By uproar sever'd, like a flight of fowl
[To Lucius] Speak, Rome's dear friend, as erst
When with his solemn tongue he did discourse
To love-sick Dido's sad attending ear
The story of that baleful burning night
73. Lest Rome.
Capell's emendation. Qq Ff Let Rome. 77. chaps, deep furrows.
When subtle Greeks surprised King Priam's Troy,
Or who hath brought the fatal engine in
That gives our Troy, our Rome, the civil wound.
Nor can I utter all our bitter grief,
But floods of tears will drown my oratory,
And break my utterance, even in the time
Here is a captain, let him tell the tale;
Your hearts will throb and weep to hear him
Luc. Then, noble auditory, be it known to you,
For their fell faults our brothers were beheaded;
The gates shut on me, and turn'd weeping out,
My scars can witness, dumb although they are,
For when no friends are by, men praise themselves.
Marc. Now is my turn to speak. Behold this [Pointing to the Child in the arms
Of this was Tamora delivered;
The issue of an irreligious Moor,
of an Attendant.
Chief architect and plotter of these woes:
And as he is, to witness this is true.
Have we done aught amiss,-show us wherein,
Will, hand in hand, all headlong cast us down,
Emil. Come, come, thou reverend man of Rome,
All. Lucius, all hail, Rome's royal emperor !
And hither hale that misbelieving Moor,
LUCIUS, MARCUS, and the others descend.
All. Lucius, all hail, Rome's gracious governor !
To heal Rome's harms, and wipe away her woe
[Kissing Titus. These sorrowful drops upon thy blood-stain'd face, The last true duties of thy noble son!
Marc. Tear for tear, and loving kiss for kiss,
Luc. Come hither, boy; come, come, and learn
To melt in showers: thy grandsire loved thee well :
Sung thee asleep, his loving breast thy pillow;
Meet and agreeing with thine infancy;
In that respect, then, like a loving child,
Shed yet some small drops from thy tender spring,
Would I were dead, so you did live again!
Re-enter Attendants with AARON.
Em. You sad Andronici, have done with woes :
Give sentence on this execrable wretch,
That hath been breeder of these dire events.
Luc. Set him breast-deep in earth, and famish
There let him stand, and rave, and cry for food: 180
If any one relieves or pities him,
For the offence he dies. This is our doom:
Some stay to see him fasten'd in the earth.
Aar. O, why should wrath be mute, and fury dumb?
I am no baby, I, that with base prayers
I should repent the evils I have done:
I do repent it from my very soul.
Luc. Some loving friends convey the emperor hence,
And give him burial in his father's grave:
My father and Lavinia shall forthwith
Be closed in our household's monument.
As for that heinous tiger, Tamora,
No funeral rite, nor man in mourning weeds,
But throw her forth to beasts and birds of prey: