| Titus Andronicus
| Act 5, Scene 3
Enter LUCIUS, MARCUS, and Goths, with AARON prisonerLUCIUS
Uncle Marcus, since it is my father's mindFirst Goth
That I repair to Rome, I am content.
And ours with thine, befall what fortune will.LUCIUS
Good uncle, take you in this barbarous Moor,AARON
This ravenous tiger, this accursed devil;
Let him receive no sustenance, fetter him
Till he be brought unto the empress' face,
For testimony of her foul proceedings:
And see the ambush of our friends be strong;
I fear the emperor means no good to us.
Some devil whisper curses in mine ear,LUCIUS
And prompt me, that my tongue may utter forth
The venomous malice of my swelling heart!
Away, inhuman dog! unhallow'd slave!SATURNINUS
Sirs, help our uncle to convey him in.
Exeunt Goths, with AARON. Flourish withinThe trumpets show the emperor is at hand.
Enter SATURNINUS and TAMORA, with AEMILIUS, Tribunes, Senators, and others
What, hath the firmament more suns than one?LUCIUS
What boots it thee to call thyself a sun?MARCUS ANDRONICUS
Rome's emperor, and nephew, break the parle;SATURNINUS
These quarrels must be quietly debated.
The feast is ready, which the careful Titus
Hath ordain'd to an honourable end,
For peace, for love, for league, and good to Rome:
Please you, therefore, draw nigh, and take your places.
Marcus, we will.TITUS ANDRONICUS
Hautboys sound. The Company sit down at table
Enter TITUS dressed like a Cook, LAVINIA veiled, Young LUCIUS, and others. TITUS places the dishes on the table
Welcome, my gracious lord; welcome, dread queen;SATURNINUS
Welcome, ye warlike Goths; welcome, Lucius;
And welcome, all: although the cheer be poor,
'Twill fill your stomachs; please you eat of it.
Why art thou thus attired, Andronicus?TITUS ANDRONICUS
Because I would be sure to have all well,TAMORA
To entertain your highness and your empress.
We are beholding to you, good Andronicus.TITUS ANDRONICUS
An if your highness knew my heart, you were.SATURNINUS
My lord the emperor, resolve me this:
Was it well done of rash Virginius
To slay his daughter with his own right hand,
Because she was enforced, stain'd, and deflower'd?
It was, Andronicus.TITUS ANDRONICUS
Your reason, mighty lord?SATURNINUS
Because the girl should not survive her shame,TITUS ANDRONICUS
And by her presence still renew his sorrows.
A reason mighty, strong, and effectual;SATURNINUS
A pattern, precedent, and lively warrant,
For me, most wretched, to perform the like.
Die, die, Lavinia, and thy shame with thee;
Kills LAVINIAAnd, with thy shame, thy father's sorrow die!
What hast thou done, unnatural and unkind?TITUS ANDRONICUS
Kill'd her, for whom my tears have made me blind.SATURNINUS
I am as woful as Virginius was,
And have a thousand times more cause than he
To do this outrage: and it now is done.
What, was she ravish'd? tell who did the deed.TITUS ANDRONICUS
Will't please you eat? will't please yourTAMORA
Why hast thou slain thine only daughter thus?TITUS ANDRONICUS
Not I; 'twas Chiron and Demetrius:SATURNINUS
They ravish'd her, and cut away her tongue;
And they, 'twas they, that did her all this wrong.
Go fetch them hither to us presently.TITUS ANDRONICUS
Why, there they are both, baked in that pie;SATURNINUS
Whereof their mother daintily hath fed,
Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred.
'Tis true, 'tis true; witness my knife's sharp point.
Die, frantic wretch, for this accursed deed!LUCIUS
Can the son's eye behold his father bleed?MARCUS ANDRONICUS
There's meed for meed, death for a deadly deed!
Kills SATURNINUS. A great tumult. LUCIUS, MARCUS, and others go up into the balcony
You sad-faced men, people and sons of Rome,LUCIUS
By uproar sever'd, like a flight of fowl
Scatter'd by winds and high tempestuous gusts,
O, let me teach you how to knit again
This scatter'd corn into one mutual sheaf,
These broken limbs again into one body;
Lest Rome herself be bane unto herself,
And she whom mighty kingdoms court'sy to,
Like a forlorn and desperate castaway,
Do shameful execution on herself.
But if my frosty signs and chaps of age,
Grave witnesses of true experience,
Cannot induce you to attend my words,
To LUCIUSSpeak, Rome's dear friend, as erst our ancestor,
When with his solemn tongue he did discourse
To love-sick Dido's sad attending ear
The story of that baleful burning night
When subtle Greeks surprised King Priam's Troy,
Tell us what Sinon hath bewitch'd our ears,
Or who hath brought the fatal engine in
That gives our Troy, our Rome, the civil wound.
My heart is not compact of flint nor steel;
Nor can I utter all our bitter grief,
But floods of tears will drown my oratory,
And break my utterance, even in the time
When it should move you to attend me most,
Lending your kind commiseration.
Here is a captain, let him tell the tale;
Your hearts will throb and weep to hear him speak.
Then, noble auditory, be it known to you,MARCUS ANDRONICUS
That cursed Chiron and Demetrius
Were they that murdered our emperor's brother;
And they it were that ravished our sister:
For their fell faults our brothers were beheaded;
Our father's tears despised, and basely cozen'd
Of that true hand that fought Rome's quarrel out,
And sent her enemies unto the grave.
Lastly, myself unkindly banished,
The gates shut on me, and turn'd weeping out,
To beg relief among Rome's enemies:
Who drown'd their enmity in my true tears.
And oped their arms to embrace me as a friend.
I am the turned forth, be it known to you,
That have preserved her welfare in my blood;
And from her bosom took the enemy's point,
Sheathing the steel in my adventurous body.
Alas, you know I am no vaunter, I;
My scars can witness, dumb although they are,
That my report is just and full of truth.
But, soft! methinks I do digress too much,
Citing my worthless praise: O, pardon me;
For when no friends are by, men praise themselves.
Now is my turn to speak. Behold this child:AEMILIUS
Pointing to the Child in the arms of an AttendantOf this was Tamora delivered;
The issue of an irreligious Moor,
Chief architect and plotter of these woes:
The villain is alive in Titus' house,
And as he is, to witness this is true.
Now judge what cause had Titus to revenge
These wrongs, unspeakable, past patience,
Or more than any living man could bear.
Now you have heard the truth, what say you, Romans?
Have we done aught amiss,--show us wherein,
And, from the place where you behold us now,
The poor remainder of Andronici
Will, hand in hand, all headlong cast us down.
And on the ragged stones beat forth our brains,
And make a mutual closure of our house.
Speak, Romans, speak; and if you say we shall,
Lo, hand in hand, Lucius and I will fall.
Come, come, thou reverend man of Rome,All
And bring our emperor gently in thy hand,
Lucius our emperor; for well I know
The common voice do cry it shall be so.
Lucius, all hail, Rome's royal emperor!MARCUS ANDRONICUS
Go, go into old Titus' sorrowful house,All
To AttendantsAnd hither hale that misbelieving Moor,
To be adjudged some direful slaughtering death,
As punishment for his most wicked life.
LUCIUS, MARCUS, and the others descend
Lucius, all hail, Rome's gracious governor!LUCIUS
Thanks, gentle Romans: may I govern so,MARCUS ANDRONICUS
To heal Rome's harms, and wipe away her woe!
But, gentle people, give me aim awhile,
For nature puts me to a heavy task:
Stand all aloof: but, uncle, draw you near,
To shed obsequious tears upon this trunk.
O, take this warm kiss on thy pale cold lips,
Kissing TITUSThese sorrowful drops upon thy blood-stain'd face,
The last true duties of thy noble son!
Tear for tear, and loving kiss for kiss,LUCIUS
Thy brother Marcus tenders on thy lips:
O were the sum of these that I should pay
Countless and infinite, yet would I pay them!
Come hither, boy; come, come, and learn of usYoung LUCIUS
To melt in showers: thy grandsire loved thee well:
Many a time he danced thee on his knee,
Sung thee asleep, his loving breast thy pillow:
Many a matter hath he told to thee,
Meet and agreeing with thine infancy;
In that respect, then, like a loving child,
Shed yet some small drops from thy tender spring,
Because kind nature doth require it so:
Friends should associate friends in grief and woe:
Bid him farewell; commit him to the grave;
Do him that kindness, and take leave of him.
O grandsire, grandsire! even with all my heartAEMILIUS
Would I were dead, so you did live again!
O Lord, I cannot speak to him for weeping;
My tears will choke me, if I ope my mouth.
Re-enter Attendants with AARON
You sad Andronici, have done with woes:LUCIUS
Give sentence on this execrable wretch,
That hath been breeder of these dire events.
Set him breast-deep in earth, and famish him;AARON
There let him stand, and rave, and cry for food;
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.
O, why should wrath be mute, and fury dumb?LUCIUS
I am no baby, I, that with base prayers
I should repent the evils I have done:
Ten thousand worse than ever yet I did
Would I perform, if I might have my will;
If one good deed in all my life I did,
I do repent it from my very soul.
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,
No mournful bell shall ring her burial;
But throw her forth to beasts and birds of prey:
Her life was beast-like, and devoid of pity;
And, being so, shall have like want of pity.
See justice done on Aaron, that damn'd Moor,
By whom our heavy haps had their beginning:
Then, afterwards, to order well the state,
That like events may ne'er it ruinate.