LUCIUS

Give us the proudest prisoner of the Goths. That we may hew his limbs and on a pile, And manus fratrum, sacrifice his flesh: Before this earthy prison of their bones, That so the shadows be not vnappeazde, Nor we disturbde with prodigies on earth. Away with him, and make a fire straight, And with our swords upon a pile of wood, Lets hew his limbs till they be clean consumed. See Lord and father how we have performed Our Roman rights, Alarbus limbs are lopped, And entrails feed the sacrificing fire, Whose smoke Like incense does perfume the sky, Remains nought but to inter our brothers, And with loud larums welcome them to Room. Proud Saturnine, interrupter of the good, That noble minded Titus means to thee. And that he will, and shall if Lucius live. My Lord you are unjust, and more than so, In wrongful quarrel you have slain your son. But let us give him burial as becomes, Give Mucius burial with our brethren. Dear father, soul and substance of us all. There lie thy bones sweet Mutius with thy friends, Till we with Trophies do adorn thy tomb: No man shed tears for Noble Mutius, He lives in fame, that died in virtues cause. O Noble Father you lament in vain, The Tribunes hear you not, no man is by, And you recount your sorrows to a stone. My gracious Lord, no Tribune hears you speak. Ay me, this Object kills me. Speak gentle sister, who hath martyred thee. O say thou for her, who hath done this deed? Sweet father cease your tears, for at your grie See how my wretched ister sobs and weeps. Ah my Lavinia, I will wipe thy cheeks. Stay father, for that Noble hand of thine, That hath thrown down so many enemies, Shall not be sent: my hand will serve the turn, My youth can better spare my blood than you, And therefore mine shall save my brother's lives. By heaven it shall not go. Sweet father, if I shall be thought thy son, Let me redeem my brother's both from death. Then I'll go fetch and Axe. Ah that this sighed should make so deep a wound And yet detested life not shrink thereat: That ever death should let life bear his name, Where life hath no more interest but to breath. Farewell Andronicus my Noble Father, The woefulst man that ever lived in Room: Farewell proud Room till Lucius come again, He loves his pledges dearer than his life: Farewell Lavinia my Noble sister, Oh would thou Wertenberg as thou to before hast been, But now nor Lucius nor Lavinia lives, But in oblivion and hateful griefs: If Lucius live, he will requite your wrongs, And make proud Saturnine and his Empress Beg at the gates Like Tarqui and his Queen. Now will I to the Goths and raise a pour, To be revenged on Room and Saturnine. Approved warriors, and my faithful friends, I have received letters from great Room, Which signifies what hate they bear their Emperor, And how desiro S of our sighed they are. Therefore great Lords be as your titles witness, Imperious, and impatient of your wrongs, And wherein Room hath done you any skath, Let him make treable satisfaction. I humbly thank him and I thank you all, But who comes here led by a lusty Goth ? O worthy Goes this is the incarnate devil, That robbed Andronicus of his good hand, This is the Pearl that pleased your Empress eye, And hers the base fruit of her burning lust, Say wall-eyd slave whither wouldst thou convey, This growing image of thy f endlike face, Why do to not speak? what deaf, not a word? A halter Soldiers, hang him on this tree, And by his side his fruit of Bastardy. Say on, and if it please me which thou speakest Thy child shall live, and I will see it nourished. Tell on thy mind, I say thy child shall live. Even by my God I swear to thee I will. O most insatiate and luxurious woman. Art thou not sorry for these heinous deeds. Bring down the Devil for he must not die, So sweet a death as hanging presently. Let him come never. Welcome Emillius, what's the news from Room? Uncle Marcus, since 'tis my Father's mind, That I repair to Room I am content. Away inhumane dog unhallowed slave, Sirs help our uncle to convey him in, The trumpets show the Emperor is at hand. Can the sons eye behold his father bleed? Ther's meed for meed, death for a deadly deed. Then gracious auditory be it known to you, That Chiron and the damned Demetrius, Were they that murdered our Emperors brother, And they it were that ravished our sister, For their fell faults our brother's were beheaded, Our Father's tears dispi de, and basely cousend, Of that true hand that fought Rome's quarrel out, And sent her enemies unto the graven. Las lie my self unkindly banished, The gates shut on me and turned weeping out, To beg relief among Rome's enemies, Who drowned their enmetie in my true tears, And opt 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 enemies 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 joust and full of truth, But soft, me thinks I do digress too much, Citing my worthless praise, O pardon me For when no friends are by, men praise themselves. Thanks gentle Romans may I govern so, To heal Rome's harms, and wipe away her woe, But gentle people give me aim a while, For nature puts me to a heavy task, Stand all a loo e but uncle draw you near, To shed obsequious tears upon this trunk, O take this warm kiss on thy pale cold lips, These sorrowful drops upon thy blood slain face, The last true duties of thy noble son. Come hither boy come, come and learn of us To melt in showers, thy Grandsire loved thee well, Many a time he danced thee on his knee, Song thee a sleep his loving breast thy pillow, Many a story hath he told to thee, And bid thee bore his pretty tales in mind, And talk of them when he was dead and gone. Set him breast deep in earth and famish him, There let him stand and rave and cry for food. If any one relieves or pities him, For the offence he die, this is our doom, Some stay to see him fastened in the earth. Dead if you will, but not to be his wife That is another's lawful promised love. What boots it thee to call thy self a sun? To rescue my two brother's from their death, For which attempt the Judges ave pronoun st, My everlasting doom of banishment. Too Like the sier for ever being good, First hang the child that he may see it sprall, A sighed to vex the father's soul withal. O detestable villain, callest thou that trimming. O barbarous beastly villains Like thy self. Who should I swear by, thou believest no God, That granted, how canst thou believe and oath. Sirs stop his mouth and let him speak no more. Emillius, let the Emperor give his pledges, Unto my Father and my Uncle Marcus, And we will come, march away. Good Uncle take you in this barbarous More, This ravenous tiger, this accursed devil, Let him receive no sus nam ce, 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 loving friends convey the Emperor hence, And give him burial in his father's graven, My Father and Lavinia shall forthwith, Be closed in our households monument, As for that rauinous tiger Tamora, No funeral right, nor man in mourning weed, No mournful bell shall ring her burial But throw her forth to beasts and birds to pray, Her life was beastly and devoid of pity, And being dead let birds on her take pity.