ACT IV SCENE I

Titus Andronicus

ACT IV SCENE I	Rome. 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 LUCIUS	Help, 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 ANDRONICUS	Stand by me, Lucius; do not fear thine aunt.	5
TITUS ANDRONICUS	She loves thee, boy, too well to do thee harm.
Young LUCIUS	Ay, when my father was in Rome she did.
MARCUS ANDRONICUS	What means my niece Lavinia by these signs?
TITUS ANDRONICUS	Fear 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 ANDRONICUS	Canst thou not guess wherefore she plies thee thus?	15
Young LUCIUS	My 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 Troy	20
	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.
MARCUS ANDRONICUS	Lucius, I will.
[ LAVINIA turns over with her stumps the books which LUCIUS has let fall ]
TITUS ANDRONICUS	How 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 heavens	35
	Reveal the damn’d contriver of this deed.
	Why lifts she up her arms in sequence thus?
MARCUS ANDRONICUS	I 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 ANDRONICUS	Lucius, what book is that she tosseth so?
Young LUCIUS	Grandsire, ’tis Ovid’s Metamorphoses;
	My mother gave it me.
MARCUS ANDRONICUS	For love of her that’s gone,
	Perhaps she cull’d it from among the rest.	45
TITUS ANDRONICUS	Soft! 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 ANDRONICUS	See, brother, see; note how she quotes the leaves.
TITUS ANDRONICUS	Lavinia, 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 ANDRONICUS	O, why should nature build so foul a den,
	Unless the gods delight in tragedies?	60
TITUS ANDRONICUS	Give 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 ANDRONICUS	Sit 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 canst	70
	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 ANDRONICUS	O, do ye read, my lord, what she hath writ?
	‘Stuprum. Chiron. Demetrius.’
MARCUS ANDRONICUS	What, what! the lustful sons of Tamora	80
	Performers of this heinous, bloody deed?
TITUS ANDRONICUS	Magni Dominator poli,
	Tam lentus audis scelera? tam lentus vides?
MARCUS ANDRONICUS	O, calm thee, gentle lord; although I know
	There is enough written upon this earth	85
	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 fere	90
	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 wind	105
	Will blow these sands, like Sibyl’s leaves, abroad,
	And where’s your lesson, then? Boy, what say you?
Young LUCIUS	I 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 ANDRONICUS	Ay, that’s my boy! thy father hath full oft
	For his ungrateful country done the like.
Young LUCIUS	And, uncle, so will I, an if I live.
TITUS ANDRONICUS	Come, 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 LUCIUS	Ay, with my dagger in their bosoms, grandsire.
TITUS ANDRONICUS	No, 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 ANDRONICUS	O 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
[Exit]

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