Tam.
Thus, in this strange and sad habiliment, ^note
I will encounter with Andronicus;
And say, I am revenge, sent from below,
To join with him, and right his heinous wrongs.
Knock at his study, where, they say, he keeps,
To ruminate strange plots of dire revenge;
Tell him, revenge is come to join with him,
And work confusion on his enemies. [They knock. Enter Titus, above.

Tit.
Who doth molest my contemplation?
Is it your trick, to make me ope the door;
That so my sad decrees may fly away,
And all my study be to no effect?
You are deceiv'd: for what I mean to do,
See † here, in bloody lines I have set down;
And what is written shall be executed.

Tam.
Lord Titus, I am come to talk with thee.

Tit.
No; not a word; How can I grace my talk,
Wanting a hand to give it ^note that accord? ^note
Thou hast the odds of me, therefore no more.

Tam.
If thou did'st know me, thou would'st talk with me.

Tit.
I am not mad; I know thee well enough:
Witness this wretched stump, these ^note crimson lines;14Q1197
Witness these trenches, made by grief and care;
Witness the tiring day, and heavy night;
Witness all sorrow, that I know thee well
For our proud empress, mighty Tamora:
Is not thy coming for my other hand?

Tam.
Know, thou sad man, I am not Tamora;
She is thy enemy, and I thy friend:
I am revenge; sent from the infernal kingdom,
To ease the gnawing vulture of thy mind ^note,
By working wreakful vengeance on thy foes. ^note
Come down, and welcome me to this world's light;
Confer with me of murder and of death:
There's not a hollow cave, or lurking place,
No vast obscurity, or misty vale,
Where bloody murther, or detested rape,
Can couch for fear, but I will find them out;
And in their ears tell them my dreadful name,
Revenge, which makes the foul offenders quake.

Tit.
Art thou revenge? and art thou sent to me,
To be a torment to mine enemies?

Tam.
I am; therefore come down, and welcome me.

Tit.
Do me some service, ere I come to thee.
Lo, by thy side where rape, and murder, stands:
Now give some 'surance that thou art revenge,
Stab them, or tear them on thy chariot wheels;

And then I'll come, and be thy waggoner,
And whirl along with thee about the globes.
Provide two ^note proper palfries, black as ^note jet,
To hale thy vengeful waggon swift away,
And find out murderers in ^note their guilty caves: ^note
And, when thy car is loaden with their heads,
I will dismount, and by the waggon wheel
Trot, like a servile footman, all day long;
Even from Hyperion's ^note rising in the east,
Until his very downfal in the sea.
And day by day I'll do this heavy task,
So thou destroy rapine and murder there.

Tam.
These are my ministers, and come with me.

Tit.
Are they thy ^note ministers? what are they call'd?

Tam.
Rapine, and ^note murder: therefore called so,
'Cause they take vengeance on such kind of men.

Tit.
Good lord, how like the empress' sons they are!
And you, the empress! But we worldly men
Have miserable, mad, mistaking eyes.
O sweet revenge, now do I come to thee:
And, if one arm's embracement will content thee,
I will embrace thee in it by and by. [Exit from above.

Tam.
This closing with him fits his lunacy:
Whate'er I forge, to feed his brain-sick fits,
Do you uphold and máintain in your speeches.
For now he firmly takes me for revenge:
And, being credulous in this mad thought,
I'll make him send for Lucius his son;
And, whilst I at a banquet hold him sure,
I'll find some cunning practise out of hand,
To scatter and disperse the giddy Goths,
Or, at the least, make them his enemies.

See, here he comes, and I must ply my ^note theme. Enter Titus.

Tit.
Long have I been forlorn, and all for thee:
Welcome, dread fury, to my woeful house;—
Rapine, and murther, you are welcome too:—
How like the empress and her sons you are!
Well are you fitted, had you but a Moor:—
Could not all hell afford you such a devil?—
For, well I wote, the empress never wags,
But in her company there is a Moor;
And, would you represent our queen aright,
It were convenient you had such a devil:
But welcome, as you are. What shall we do?

Tam.
What would'st thou have us do, Andronicus?

Dem.
Shew me a murtherer, I'll deal with him.

Chi.
Shew me a villain that hath done a rape,
And I am sent to be reveng'd on him.

Tam.
Shew me a thousand that have done thee wrong,
And I will be ^note revenged on them all.

Tit.
Look round about the wicked streets of Rome;
And, when thou find'st a man that's like thyself,
Good murther, stab him; he's a murtherer.—
Go thou with him; and, when it is thy hap
To find another that is like to thee,
Good rapine, stab him; he is a ravisher.—
Go thou with them; and in the emperor's court
There is a queen, attended by a Moor;
Well may'st thou know her by thy own proportion,
For up and down she doth resemble thee;
I pray thee, do on them some violent death,
They have been violent to me and mine.

Tam.
Well hast thou lesson'd us; this shall we do.

But would it please thee ^note, good Andronicus,
To send for Lucius thy thrice valiant son,
Who leads towards Rome a band of warlike Goths,
And bid him come and banquet at thy house;
When he is here, even at thy solemn feast,
I will bring in the empress, and her sons,
The emperor himself, and all thy foes;
And at thy mercy shall they stoop and kneel,
And on them shalt thou ease thy angry heart:
What says Andronicus to this devise?

Tit.
Marcus, my brother! 'tis sad Titus calls. Enter Marcus.
Go, gentle Marcus, to thy nephew Lucius;
Thou shalt enquire him out among the Goths:
Bid him repair to me, and bring with him
Some of the chiefest princes of the Goths;
Bid him encamp his soldiers where they are:
Tell him, the emperor and the empress too
Feast ^note at my house; and he shall feast with them.
This do thou for my love; and so let him,
As he regards his aged father's life.

Mar.
This will I do, and soon return again. [Exit Marcus.

Tam.
Now will I hence about thy business,
And take my ministers along with me.

Tit.
Nay, nay, let rape and murder stay with me;
Or else I'll call my brother back again,
And cleave to no revenge but Lucius.

&clquo;Tam.
&clquo;What say you, boys? will you abide with him,&crquo;
&clquo;Whiles I go tell my lord the emperor,&crquo;
&clquo;How I have govern'd our determin'd jest?&crquo;
&clquo;Yield to his humour, smooth and speak him fair,&crquo;

&clquo;And tarry with him 'till I turn again.&crquo;

&clquo;Tit.
&clquo;I know them all, though they suppose me mad;&crquo;
&clquo;And will o'er-reach them in their own devises,&crquo;
&clquo;A pair of cursed hell-hounds, and their dam.&crquo;

&clquo;Dem.
&clquo;Madam, depart at pleasure, leave us here.&crquo;

Tam.
Farewel, Andronicus: revenge now goes
To lay a complot to betray thy foes.

Tit.
I know, thou dost; and, sweet revenge, farewel. [Exit Tamora.

Chi.
Tell us, old man, how shall we be employ'd?

Tit.
Tut, I ^note have work enough for you to do.—
Publius, come hither, Caius, and Valentine! Enter certain Gentlemen, ^note and Domesticks.

1. G.
What is your will?

Tit.
Know you these two?

1. G.
The empress' sons,
I take them, Chiron, and Demetrius.

Tit.
Fie, Publius, fie! thou art too much deceiv'd;
The one is murder, rape is the other's name:
And therefore bind them, gentle Publius;
Caius, and Valentine, lay hands on them:
Oft have you heard me wish for such an hour,
And now I find it: therefore bind them sure;
And stop their mouths, if they begin to cry. ^note [Gentlemen &c. lay Hands on them. Exit Titus.

Chi.
Villains, forbear; we are the empress' sons.

1. G.
And therefore do we what we are commanded.—
Stop close their mouths, let them not speak a word:
Is he sure bound? look, that you bind them fast. Re-enter Titus, with Lavinia; Titus bearing a Knife, and she a Bason.

Tit.
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 winter 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'd 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 ^note;
Whilst that Lavinia 'tween her stumps doth hold
The bason, that receives your guilty blood.
You know, your mother ^note 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 coffin 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 ^note encrease.
This is the feast that I have bid her to,
And this the banquet she shall surfeit on;
For worse than Philomel you us'd my daughter,
And worse than Progne I will be reveng'd:
And now prepare your throats.—Lavinia, come, [cuts their Throats.
Receive the blood: and, when that they are dead,

Let me go grind their bones to powder small,
And with this hateful liquor temper it;
And in that paste let their vile heads be bak'd.
Come, come, be every one ^note officious
To make this banquet; which I wish might prove
More stern and bloody than the Centaur's ^note feast.
So, now bring in; for I will play ^note the cook,
And see them ready 'gainst ^note their mother ^note comes. [Exeunt, bearing in the Bodies.

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