Go thou with them; and in the emperor's There is a queen, attended by a Moor; [court Well may'st thou know her by thy own proportion,

For up and down she doth resemble thee;
pray thee, do on them some violent death,
They have been violent to me and mine. [we do.
Tam. Well hast thou lesson'd us; this shall
But would it please thee, good Andronicus,
To send for Lucius, thy thrice valiant son,
Who leads towards Rome a band of warlike
Goths,

And bid him come and banquet at thy house :
When he is here, even at thy solemn feast,
I will bring in the empress and her sons,
The emperor himself, and all thy foes;
And at thy mercy shall they stoop and kneel,
And on them shalt thou ease thy angry heart.
What says Andronicus to this device? [calls.
Tit. Marcus, my brother!-'tis sad Titus
Enter MARCUS.

Go, gentle Marcus, to thy nephew Lucius;
Thou shalt inquire him out among the Goths:
Bid him repair to me, and bring with him
Some of the chiefest princes of the Goths;
Bid him encanıp his soldiers where they are:
Tell him, the emperor and the empress too
Feast at my house: and he shall feast with
them.

This do thou for my love; and so let him,
As he regards his aged father's life.

Mar. This will I do, and soon return again. [Exit. Tam. Now will I hence about thy business, And take my ministers along with me. Tit. Nay, nay, let Rape and Murder stay with me;

Or else I'll call my brother back again,
And cleave to no revenge but Lucius.

Tum. What say you, boys? will you abide Whiles I go tell mylord the emperor, [with him, How I have govern'd our determined jest? Yield to his humour, smooth and speak him fair, [Aside.

And tarry with him, till I come again. Tit. I know them all, though they suppose me mad;

And will o'er-reach them in their own devices, A pair of cursed hell-hounds, and their dam. [Aside. Dem. Madam, depart at pleasure, leave us here. [goes Tam, Farewell, Andronicus: Revenge now To lay a complot to betray thy foes.

[Exit TAMORA. Tit. I know thou dost; and, sweet Revenge, farewell.

Chi. Tell us, old man, how shall we be em
ploy'd?
[do.

Tit. Tut, I have work enough for you to
Publius, come hither, Caius, and Valentine!
Enter PUBLIUS, and Others.
Pub. What's your will?

Tit.

Pub.

Know you these two?
Th' empress' sons,

I take them, Chiron and Demetrius.

This goodly summer with your winter mix'd.
You kill'd her husband; and, for that vile tault,
Two of her brothers were condemn'd to death:
My hand cut off, aud made a merry jest:
Both her sweet hands, her tongue, and that,
more dear

Than hands or tongue, her spotless chastity,
Inhumau traitors, you constrain'd and forced.
What would you say, if I should let you
speak?
[grace.

Villains, for shame you could not beg for Hark, wretches, how I mean to martyr you.. This one hand yet is left to cut your throats; Whilst that Lavinia 'tween her stumps doth hold

The basin, that receives your guilty blood. You know, your mother means to feast with [mad,

me,

And calls herself, Revenge, and thinks me
Hark, villains; I will grind your bones to dust,
And with your blood and it, I'll make a
And of the paste a coffin * I will rear, [paste;
And make two pasties of your shameful heads;
And bid that strumpet, your unhallow'd dam,
Like to the earth, swallow her own increase.
This is the feast that I have bid her to,
And this the banquet she shall surfeit on;
For worse than Philomel you used my daughter,
And worse than Progne I will be revenged:
And now prepare your throats.-Lavinia,
[He cuts their throats.
Receive the blood: and, when that they are
dead,

come,

And see them ready 'gainst their mother comes.
[Exeunt, bearing the dead bodies.
SCENE III. The same. A Pavilion, with
Tables, &c.
Enter Lucius, MARCUS, and Goths, with
AARON, Prisoner.

Luc. Uncle Marcus, since 'tis my father's
That I repair to Rome, I am content. [mind,
1 Goth. And ours, with thine, befall what
fortune will.
[Moor,
Luc. Good uncle, take you in this barbarous
This ravenons 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.

Aar. Some devil whisper curses in mine ear, And prompt ine, that my tongue may utter forth

The venomous malice of my swelling heart! Luc. Away,inhuman dog! unhallow'd slave! Sirs, help our uncle to convey him in.

[Exeunt Goths, with AARON. Flourish, The trumpets show the emperor is at hand. Enter SATURNINUS and Ï'AMORA, with Tribunes, Senators, and Others.

Sat. What, hath the firmament more suns
than one?
[sun?

Luc. What boots it thee, to call thyself a
Mar. Rome's emperor, and nephew, break t
the parle ;

These quarrels must be quietly debated.
The feast is ready, which the careful Titus
Hath ordained to an honourable end, [Rome:
For peace, for love, for league, and good to
Please you, therefore, draw nigh, and take
Sat. Marcus, we will. [your places.
[Hautboys sound. The Company sit down
at Table.

Enter TITUS, dressed like a Cook. LAVI
NIA, veiled, young Lucius, and Others.
TITUS places the Dishes on the Table.
Tit. Welcome, my gracious lord: wel-
come, dread queen;
[cius;
Welcome, ye warlike Goths; welcome, Lu-
And welcome, all although the cheer be
poor,
[it.
Twill fill your stomachs; please you eat of
Sat. Why art thou thus attired, Androni-
cus?
[well,
Tit. Because 1 would be sure to have all
To entertain your highness, and your empress.
Tam. We are beholden to you, good Andro-
nicus.
[you were.
Tit. An if your highness knew my heart,
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 de-
Sat. It was, Andronicus.
[flour'd?
Tit. Your reason, mighty lord!
Sat. Because the girl should not survive
her shame,

And by her presence still renew his sorrows. * Advantage, benefit.

Tit. A reason mighty strong, and effectual; A pattern, precedent, and lively warrant, Die, die, Lavinia, and thy shame with thee; For me, most wretched to perform the like: [He kills LAVINIA,

And, with thy shame, thy father's sorrow die! Sat. What hast thou done, unnatural, and unkind?

Tit. Kill'd her, for whom my tears have made me blind.

I am as woful as Virginius was: And have a thousand times more cause than he To do this outrage; and it is now done. Sat, What, was she ravish'd? tell, who did the deed. [highness feed? Tit.Will't please you eat? will't please your Tam. Why hast thou slain thine only daughter thus ?

Tit. Not I; 'twas Chiron and Demetrius : They ravish'd her, and cut away her tongue, And they, 'twas they, that did her all this wrong.

Sat. Go, fetch them hither to us presently. Tit. Why, there they are both, baked in that Whereof their mother daintily hath fed, [pie; Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred. 'Tis true, 'tis true; witness my knife's sharp point. [Killing TAMORA. for this accursed [Killing TITUS. behold his father [deed,

Sat. Die, frantic wretch, deed.

Luc. Can the son's eye bleed? There's meed for meed, death for a deadly [Kills SATURNINUS. A great Tumult.

The People in confusion disperse.
MARCUS, LUCIUS, and their_Parti
sans ascend the Steps before TITUS's
House.

Mar. You sad-faced men, people and sons of Rome,

By uproar severed, 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.

Sen. Lest Rome herself be bane unto herself;
And she, whom mighty kingdoms court'sy to,
Like a forlorn and desperate cast-away,
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,-
Speak, Rome's dear friend; [To LUCIUS.] as

erst our ancestor, When with his solemn tongue he did discourse To love-sick Dido's sad atteuding ear, The story of that baleful burning night. [Troy; When subtle Greeks surprised king Priam's 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 very utterance; even i'the time

tie., Begin the parley.

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.
[you,
Luc. Then noble auditory, be it known to
That cursed Chiron and Demetrius [ther;
Were they that murdered our emperor's bro.
And they it were that ravished our sister:
For their fell faults our brothers were behead-
ed;
[zen'd
Our father's tears despised; and basely co-
Of that true hand, that fought Rome's quarrel
And sent her enemies unto the grave.
[out,
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:
And I am the turn'd-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 advent'rous 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: 0, pardon me;
For when no friends are by, men praise them-
selves.
[child.
Mar. Now is my turn to speak; Behold this
[Pointing to the Child in the arms of
an Attendant.

Of this was Tamora delivered;
The issue of an irreligious Moor,
Chief architect and plotter of these woes;
The villain is alive in Titus' house,
Damn'd 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.

Emil. Come, come, thou reverend man of
Rome,

And bring our emperor gently in thy hand,
Lucius our emperor; for, well I know,
The common voice do cry, it shall be so.
Rom. [Several speak.] Lucius, all hail;
Rome's royal emperor!
LUCIUS, &c. descend.
Mar. Go, go into old Titus' sorrowful house;
[To an Attendant.
And hither hale that misbelieving Moor,
To be adjudged some direful slaughtering death,
As punishment for his most wicked life.
Rom. [Several speak.] Lucius, all hail;
Rome's gracious governor!

Luc. Thanks, gentle Romans; May I govern

So,

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,
[Kisses TITUS.
These sorrowful drops upon thy blood-stain'd
The last true duties of thy noble son! [face,

Mar. Tear for tear, and loving kiss for kiss,
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!
Luc. Come hither, boy; come, come, and
learn of us

[well: To melt in showers: Thy grandsire loved thee 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, [spring, Shed yet some small drops from thy tender Because kind nature doth require it so: [woe: Friends should associate friends in grief and Bid him farewell; commit him to the grave; Do him that kindness, and take leave of him. Boy. O grandsire, grandsire! even with all my heart

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.

Enter Attendants, with AARON.

1 Rom. You sad Andronici, have done with Give sentence on this execruble wretch, [woes, That hath been breeder of these dire events.

Luc. Set hin breast-deep in earth, and fa

mish him;

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 fastened in the earth. Aar. O, why should wrath be mute, and

fury dumb?

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.

Luc. Some loving friends convey the em peror 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 site, nor man in mournful 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 to 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.
LE

ANTIOCHUS, King of Antioch.
PERICLES, Prince of Tyre.
HELICANUS, Two Lords of Tyre.
ESCANES,

SIMONIDES, King of Pentapolis.
CLEON, governor of Thursus.
LYSIMACHUS, governor of Mitylene.
CERIMON, a Lord of Ephesus.
THALIARD, a Lord of Antioch.
PHILEMON, servant to Cerimon.
LEONINE, servant to Dionyza.
Marshal.

A Pander, and his Wife.

BOULT, their servant.
GOWER, as Chorus.

The Daughter of Antiochus.
DIONYZA, wife to Cleon.

THAISA, daughter to Simonides.
MARINA, daughter to Pericles and Thaisa.
LYCHORIDA, nurse to Marina. DIANA.

Lords, Ladies, Knights,Gentlemen, Sailors,
Pirates, Fishermen, Messengers, &c.
Scene,-dispersedly in various countries.

Enter GoWER*.

Before the Palace of Antioch. To sing a song of old was sung, From ashes ancient Gower is come; Assuming man's infirmities,

To glad your ear, and please your eyes.
It hath been sung at festivals,
On ember-eves, and holy alesĮ;
And lords and ladies of their lives
Have read it for restoratives:
'Purpose to make men glorious;
Et quo antiquius, eo melius.
If you, born in these latter times,
When wit's more ripe, accept my rhymes,
And that to hear an old man sing,
May to your wishes pleasure bring,
I life would wish, and that I might
Waste it for you, like taper-light.-
This city then, Antioch the great
Built up for his chiefest seat;
The fairest in all Syria;

(I tell you what mine authors say :)
This king unto him took a pheere ý,
Who died and left a female heir,
So buxom, blithe, and full of face,
As heaven had lent her all his grace;
With whom the father liking took,
And her to incest did provoke:
Bad father! to entice his own
To evil, should be done by none.

By custom, what they did begin,
Was,
with long use, account no sin.
The beauty of this sinful dame
Made many princes thither frame,
To seek her as a bed-fellow,
In marriage-pleasures play-fellow :
Which to prevent, he made a law,
(To keep her still, and men in awe,)
That whoso ask'd her for his wife,
His riddle told not, lost his life:
So for her many a wight did die,
As yon grim looks do testify T.

What now ensues, to the judgment of your

this play in his Confessio Amantis.

ti.e., That of old.

Whitsun-ales, &c. Accounted.

For the embracements even of Jove himself;
At whose conception, (till Lucina reign'd,)
Nature this dowry gave, to glad her presence,
The senate-house of planets all did sit,
To knit in her their best perfections.

Enter the Daughter of Antiochus.
Per. See, where she comes, apparell'd like
the spring,

Graces her subjects, and her thoughts the king
Of every virtue gives renown to men!
Her face, the book of praises, where is read
Nothing but curious pleasures, as from thence
Sorrow were ever rased, and testy wrath
Could never be her mild companion.

Ye gods that made me man, and sway in love,
That have inflamed desire in my breast,
To taste the fruit of you celestial tree,
Or die in the adventure, be my helps,
As I am son and servant to your will,
To compass such a boundless happiness!
Ant. Prince Pericles,

Per. That would be son to great Antiochus. Ant. Before thee stands this fair Hesperides, With golden fruit, but dangerous to be touch'd; For death-like dragons here affright thee hard: Her face, like heaven, enticeth thee to view A countless glory, which desert must gain : And which, without desert, because thine eye Presumes to reach, all thy whole heap must die.

Yon sometime famous princes, like thyself,
Drawn by report, advent'rous by desire,
Tell thee with speechless tongues, and sem-
blance pale,

That, withont covering, save yon field of stars,
They here stand martyrs, slain in Cupid's

wars;

And with dead cheeks advise thee to desist, For going on death's net, whom none resist.

Per. Antiochus, I thank thee, who hath My frail mortality to know itself, [taught And by those fearful objects to prepare This body, like to them, to what I must: For death remember'd, should be like a mirror, [error. Who tells us, life's but breath; to trust it, I'll make my will then; and as sick men do, Who know the world, see heaven, but feeling

woe,

Gripe not at earthly joys, as erst they did;
So I bequeath a happy peace to you,
And all good men, as every prince should do;
My riches to the earth from whence they came;
But my unspotted fire of love to you.

[To the Daughter of Antiochus.
Thus ready for the way of life or death,
I wait the sharpest blow, Antiochus,
Scorning advice.

Ant. Read the conclusion then ; Which read and not expounded, 'tis decreed, As these before thee thou thyself shalt bleed. Daugh. In all, save that, may'st thou prove prosperous!

In all, save that, I wish thee happiness!

Nor ask advice of any other thought But faithfulness, and courage.

[He reads the Riddle.

I am no viper, yet I feed

On mother's flesh, which did me breed. I sought a husband, in which labour I found that kindness in a father. He's father, son, and husband mild, I mother, wife, and yet his child. How they may be, and yet in two, As you will live, resolve it you. Sharp physic is the last: but, O you powers! That give heaven countless eyes to view men's acts,

Why clond they not their sights perpetually, If this be true, which makes me pale to read it?

Fair glass of light, I loved you, and could still, [Takes hold of the hand of the princess. Were not this glorious casket stored with ill: But I must tell you,-now, my thoughts re volt;

For he's no man on whom perfections wait,
That knowing sin within, will touch the gate.
You're a fair viol, and your sense the strings:
Who, finger'd to make man his lawful music,
Would draw heaven down, and all the gods to
hearken;

But, being play'd upon before your time,
Hell only danceth at so harsh a chime:
Good sooth, 1 care not for you.

[life,

Ant. Prince Pericles, touch not, upon thy For that's an article within our law, As dangerous as the rest. Your time's expired; Either expound now, or receive your sentence. Per. Great king,

Few love to hear the sins they love to act;
'Twould 'braid yourself too near for me to
tell it;

Who has a book of all that monarchs do,
He's more secure to keep it shut than shown;
For vice repeated, is like the wand'ring wind,
Blows dust in others' eyes, to spread itself;
And yet the end of all is bought thus dear,
The breath is gone, and the sore eyes see clear:
To stop the air would hurt them. The blind
mole casts
[is wrong'd
Copp'd hills towards heaven, to tell, the earth'
By man's oppression; and the poor worm
doth die for't.

Kings are earth's gods: in vice their law's their will;

And if Jove stray, who dares say, Jove doth It is enough you know; and it is fit, [ill? What being more known grows worse, to

smother it.

lists,

* Rising to a top to head.

Your exposition misinterpreting,

1 Flatter, insinuate.