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Mart. Nor I no strength to climb without thy help.
Quin. Thy hand once more; I will not loose again, Till thou art here aloft, or I below: Thou canst not come to me, I come to thee. [Falls in.
Enter SATURNINUS with AARON.
Mart. The unhappy son of old Andronicus ;
Sat. My brother dead! I know thou dost but jest:
Mart. We know not where you left him all alive;
Re-enter TAMORA, with Attendants; Titus ANDRONICUS, and
Sat. Now to the bottom dost thou search my wound:
[Giving a letter.
Sat. [reads] “An if we miss to meet him handsomely,
Do this, and purchase us thy lasting friends." —
(Showing it. Sat. [to Titus) Two of thy whelps, fell curs of bloody
Tam. What, are they in this pit? O wondrous thing ! How easily murder is discovered!
Tit. High emperor, upon my feeble knee I beg this boon, with tears not lightly shed, That this fell fault of my accursèd sons,Accursèd, if the fault(34) be prov'd in them,
Sat. If it be prov'd! you see it is apparent.Who found this letter? Tamora, was it you?
Tam. Andronicus himself did take it up.
Tit. I did, my lord : yet let me be their bail ;
Sat. Thou shalt not bail them: see thou follow me.-
Tam, Andronicus, I will entreat the king:
[Exeunt Saturninus, Tamora, Aaron, and Attend
ants, with Quintus, Martius, and the body of Bassianus; then Andronicus and Lucius.
Another part of the forest.
Enter DEMETRIUS and CHIRON, with LAVINIA, ravished; her hands
cut off, and her tongue cut out. Dem. So, now go tell, an if thy tongue can speak, Who 'twas that cut thy tongue and ravish'd thee.
Chi. Write down thy mind, bewray thy meaning so,
Dem. See, how with signs and tokens she can scrowl.
Dem. She hath no tongue to call, nor hands to wash;
Chi. An 'twere my case,(35) I should go hang myself.
[Exeunt Demetrius and Chiron.
Enter MARCUS. Mar. Who is this,-my niece,—that flies away so fast ?— Cousin, a word; where is your husband ?If I do dream, would all my wealth would wake me! If I do wake, some planet strike me down, That I may slumber in eternal sleep!Speak, gentle niece,—what stern ungentle hands Have lopp'd and hew'd and made thy body bare Of her two branches,—those sweet ornaments, Whose circling shadows kings have sought to sleep in, And might not gain so great a happiness As have (36) thy love? Why dost not speak to me?Alas, a crimson river of warm blood, Like to a bubbling fountain stirr'd with wind, Doth rise and fall between thy rosèd lips, Coming and going with thy honey breath. But, sure, some Tereus hath deflourèd thee, And, lest thou shouldst detect him,(37) cut thy tongue. Ah, now thou turn'st away thy face for shame! And, notwithstanding all this loss of blood, As from a conduit with three (38) issuing spouts,Yet do thy cheeks look red as Titan's face
Blushing to be encounter'd with a cloud.
SCENE I. Rome. A street. Enter Senators, Tribunes, and Officers of Justice, with MARTIUS and
QUINTUS, bound, passing on to the place of execution; Titus
Tit. Hear me, grave fathers! noble tribunes, stay!
For all the frosty nights that I have watch'd ;
[Throwing himself on the ground.
[Exeunt Senators, Tribunes, 8c. with the Prisoners. O earth, I will befriend thee more with rain, That shall distil from these two ancient urns,(41) Than youthful April shall with all his showers : In summer's drought I'll drop upon thee still ; In winter with warm tears I'll melt the snow, And keep eternal spring-time on thy face, So thou refuse to drink my dear sons' blood.
Enter Lucius, with his sword drawn.
Luc. O noble father, you lament in vain :
Tit. Ah, Lucius, for thy brothers let me plead. Grave tribunes, once more I entreat of you,
Luc. My gracious lord, no tribune hears you speak.
Tit.(42) Why, 'tis no matter, man: if they did hear,