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Titus Andronicus

ACT IV SCENE IRome. Titus’s garden.
[ Enter young LUCIUS, and LAVINIA running after him, and the boy flies from her, with books under his arm. Then enter TITUS and MARCUS ]
Young LUCIUSHelp, grandsire, help! my aunt Lavinia
Follows me every where, I know not why:
Good uncle Marcus, see how swift she comes.
Alas, sweet aunt, I know not what you mean.
MARCUS ANDRONICUSStand by me, Lucius; do not fear thine aunt.5
TITUS ANDRONICUSShe loves thee, boy, too well to do thee harm.
Young LUCIUSAy, when my father was in Rome she did.
MARCUS ANDRONICUSWhat means my niece Lavinia by these signs?
TITUS ANDRONICUSFear her not, Lucius: somewhat doth she mean:
See, Lucius, see how much she makes of thee:10
Somewhither would she have thee go with her.
Ah, boy, Cornelia never with more care
Read to her sons than she hath read to thee
Sweet poetry and Tully’s Orator.
MARCUS ANDRONICUSCanst thou not guess wherefore she plies thee thus?15
Young LUCIUSMy lord, I know not, I, nor can I guess,
Unless some fit or frenzy do possess her:
For I have heard my grandsire say full oft,
Extremity of griefs would make men mad;
And I have read that Hecuba of Troy20
Ran mad through sorrow: that made me to fear;
Although, my lord, I know my noble aunt
Loves me as dear as e’er my mother did,
And would not, but in fury, fright my youth:
Which made me down to throw my books, and fly–25
Causeless, perhaps. But pardon me, sweet aunt:
And, madam, if my uncle Marcus go,
I will most willingly attend your ladyship.
[ LAVINIA turns over with her stumps the books which LUCIUS has let fall ]
TITUS ANDRONICUSHow now, Lavinia! Marcus, what means this?30
Some book there is that she desires to see.
Which is it, girl, of these? Open them, boy.
But thou art deeper read, and better skill’d
Come, and take choice of all my library,
And so beguile thy sorrow, till the heavens35
Reveal the damn’d contriver of this deed.
Why lifts she up her arms in sequence thus?
MARCUS ANDRONICUSI think she means that there was more than one
Confederate in the fact: ay, more there was;
Or else to heaven she heaves them for revenge.40
TITUS ANDRONICUSLucius, what book is that she tosseth so?
Young LUCIUSGrandsire, ’tis Ovid’s Metamorphoses;
My mother gave it me.
MARCUS ANDRONICUSFor love of her that’s gone,
Perhaps she cull’d it from among the rest.45
TITUS ANDRONICUSSoft! see how busily she turns the leaves!
[Helping her]
What would she find? Lavinia, shall I read?
This is the tragic tale of Philomel,
And treats of Tereus’ treason and his rape:
And rape, I fear, was root of thine annoy.50
MARCUS ANDRONICUSSee, brother, see; note how she quotes the leaves.
TITUS ANDRONICUSLavinia, wert thou thus surprised, sweet girl,
Ravish’d and wrong’d, as Philomela was,
Forced in the ruthless, vast, and gloomy woods? See, see!
Ay, such a place there is, where we did hunt–55
O, had we never, never hunted there!–
Pattern’d by that the poet here describes,
By nature made for murders and for rapes.
MARCUS ANDRONICUSO, why should nature build so foul a den,
Unless the gods delight in tragedies?60
TITUS ANDRONICUSGive signs, sweet girl, for here are none
but friends,
What Roman lord it was durst do the deed:
Or slunk not Saturnine, as Tarquin erst,
That left the camp to sin in Lucrece’ bed?65
MARCUS ANDRONICUSSit down, sweet niece: brother, sit down by me.
Apollo, Pallas, Jove, or Mercury,
Inspire me, that I may this treason find!
My lord, look here: look here, Lavinia:
This sandy plot is plain; guide, if thou canst70
This after me, when I have writ my name
Without the help of any hand at all.
[ He writes his name with his staff, and guides it with feet and mouth ]
Cursed be that heart that forced us to this shift!
Write thou good niece; and here display, at last,
What God will have discover’d for revenge;75
Heaven guide thy pen to print thy sorrows plain,
That we may know the traitors and the truth!
[ She takes the staff in her mouth, and guides it with her stumps, and writes ]
TITUS ANDRONICUSO, do ye read, my lord, what she hath writ?
‘Stuprum. Chiron. Demetrius.’
MARCUS ANDRONICUSWhat, what! the lustful sons of Tamora80
Performers of this heinous, bloody deed?
TITUS ANDRONICUSMagni Dominator poli,
Tam lentus audis scelera? tam lentus vides?
MARCUS ANDRONICUSO, calm thee, gentle lord; although I know
There is enough written upon this earth85
To stir a mutiny in the mildest thoughts
And arm the minds of infants to exclaims.
My lord, kneel down with me; Lavinia, kneel;
And kneel, sweet boy, the Roman Hector’s hope;
And swear with me, as, with the woful fere90
And father of that chaste dishonour’d dame,
Lord Junius Brutus sware for Lucrece’ rape,
That we will prosecute by good advice
Mortal revenge upon these traitorous Goths,
And see their blood, or die with this reproach.95
TITUS ANDRONICUS‘Tis sure enough, an you knew how.
But if you hunt these bear-whelps, then beware:
The dam will wake; and, if she wind you once,
She’s with the lion deeply still in league,
And lulls him whilst she playeth on her back,100
And when he sleeps will she do what she list.
You are a young huntsman, Marcus; let it alone;
And, come, I will go get a leaf of brass,
And with a gad of steel will write these words,
And lay it by: the angry northern wind105
Will blow these sands, like Sibyl’s leaves, abroad,
And where’s your lesson, then? Boy, what say you?
Young LUCIUSI say, my lord, that if I were a man,
Their mother’s bed-chamber should not be safe
For these bad bondmen to the yoke of Rome.110
MARCUS ANDRONICUSAy, that’s my boy! thy father hath full oft
For his ungrateful country done the like.
Young LUCIUSAnd, uncle, so will I, an if I live.
TITUS ANDRONICUSCome, go with me into mine armoury;
Lucius, I’ll fit thee; and withal, my boy,115
Shalt carry from me to the empress’ sons
Presents that I intend to send them both:
Come, come; thou’lt do thy message, wilt thou not?
Young LUCIUSAy, with my dagger in their bosoms, grandsire.
TITUS ANDRONICUSNo, boy, not so; I’ll teach thee another course.120
Lavinia, come. Marcus, look to my house:
Lucius and I’ll go brave it at the court:
Ay, marry, will we, sir; and we’ll be waited on.
[Exeunt TITUS, LAVINIA, and Young LUCIUS]
MARCUS ANDRONICUSO heavens, can you hear a good man groan,
And not relent, or not compassion him?125
Marcus, attend him in his ecstasy,
That hath more scars of sorrow in his heart
Than foemen’s marks upon his batter’d shield;
But yet so just that he will not revenge.
Revenge, ye heavens, for old Andronicus!130

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