1 Hear me, grave fathers! noble tribunes, stay! 2 For pity of mine age, whose youth was spent 3 In dangerous wars, whilst you securely slept; 4 For all my blood in Rome's great quarrel shed; 5 For all the frosty nights that I have watch'd; 6 And for these bitter tears, which now you see 7 Filling the aged wrinkles in my cheeks; 8 Be pitiful to my condemned sons, 9 Whose souls are not corrupted as 'tis thought. 10 For two and twenty sons I never wept, 11 Because they died in honour's lofty bed. Lieth down; the Judges, &c., pass by him, and Exeunt 12 For these, these, tribunes, in the dust I write 13 My heart's deep languor and my soul's sad tears: 14 Let my tears stanch the earth's dry appetite; 15 My sons' sweet blood will make it shame and blush. 16 O earth, I will befriend thee more with rain, 17 That shall distil from these two ancient urns, 18 Than youthful April shall with all his showers: 19 In summer's drought I'll drop upon thee still; 20 In winter with warm tears I'll melt the snow 21 And keep eternal spring-time on thy face, 22 So thou refuse to drink my dear sons' blood. Enter LUCIUS, with his sword drawn 23 O reverend tribunes! O gentle, aged men! 24 Unbind my sons, reverse the doom of death; 25 And let me say, that never wept before, 26 My tears are now prevailing orators.
LUCIUS
27 O noble father, you lament in vain: 28 The tribunes hear you not; no man is by; 29 And you recount your sorrows to a stone.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
30 Ah, Lucius, for thy brothers let me plead. 31 Grave tribunes, once more I entreat of you,--
LUCIUS
32 My gracious lord, no tribune hears you speak.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
33 Why, tis no matter, man; if they did hear, 34 They would not mark me, or if they did mark, 35 They would not pity me, yet plead I must; 36 And bootless unto them. 37 Therefore I tell my sorrows to the stones; 38 Who, though they cannot answer my distress, 39 Yet in some sort they are better than the tribunes, 40 For that they will not intercept my tale: 41 When I do weep, they humbly at my feet 42 Receive my tears and seem to weep with me; 43 And, were they but attired in grave weeds, 44 Rome could afford no tribune like to these. 45 A stone is soft as wax,--tribunes more hard than stones; 46 A stone is silent, and offendeth not, 47 And tribunes with their tongues doom men to death. Rises 48 But wherefore stand'st thou with thy weapon drawn?
LUCIUS
49 To rescue my two brothers from their death: 50 For which attempt the judges have pronounced 51 My everlasting doom of banishment.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
52 O happy man! they have befriended thee. 53 Why, foolish Lucius, dost thou not perceive 54 That Rome is but a wilderness of tigers? 55 Tigers must prey, and Rome affords no prey 56 But me and mine: how happy art thou, then, 57 From these devourers to be banished! 58 But who comes with our brother Marcus here?
Enter MARCUS and LAVINIA
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
59 Titus, prepare thy aged eyes to weep; 60 Or, if not so, thy noble heart to break: 61 I bring consuming sorrow to thine age.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
62 Will it consume me? let me see it, then.
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
63 This was thy daughter.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
64 Why, Marcus, so she is.
LUCIUS
65 Ay me, this object kills me!
TITUS ANDRONICUS
66 Faint-hearted boy, arise, and look upon her. 67 Speak, Lavinia, what accursed hand 68 Hath made thee handless in thy father's sight? 69 What fool hath added water to the sea, 70 Or brought a faggot to bright-burning Troy? 71 My grief was at the height before thou camest, 72 And now like Nilus, it disdaineth bounds. 73 Give me a sword, I'll chop off my hands too; 74 For they have fought for Rome, and all in vain; 75 And they have nursed this woe, in feeding life; 76 In bootless prayer have they been held up, 77 And they have served me to effectless use: 78 Now all the service I require of them 79 Is that the one will help to cut the other. 80 'Tis well, Lavinia, that thou hast no hands; 81 For hands, to do Rome service, are but vain.
LUCIUS
82 Speak, gentle sister, who hath martyr'd thee?
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
83 O, that delightful engine of her thoughts 84 That blabb'd them with such pleasing eloquence, 85 Is torn from forth that pretty hollow cage, 86 Where, like a sweet melodious bird, it sung 87 Sweet varied notes, enchanting every ear!
LUCIUS
88 O, say thou for her, who hath done this deed?
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
89 O, thus I found her, straying in the park, 90 Seeking to hide herself, as doth the deer 91 That hath received some unrecuring wound.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
92 It was my deer; and he that wounded her 93 Hath hurt me more than had he killed me dead: 94 For now I stand as one upon a rock 95 Environed with a wilderness of sea, 96 Who marks the waxing tide grow wave by wave, 97 Expecting ever when some envious surge 98 Will in his brinish bowels swallow him. 99 This way to death my wretched sons are gone; 100 Here stands my other son, a banished man, 101 And here my brother, weeping at my woes. 102 But that which gives my soul the greatest spurn, 103 Is dear Lavinia, dearer than my soul. 104 Had I but seen thy picture in this plight, 105 It would have madded me: what shall I do 106 Now I behold thy lively body so? 107 Thou hast no hands, to wipe away thy tears: 108 Nor tongue, to tell me who hath martyr'd thee: 109 Thy husband he is dead: and for his death 110 Thy brothers are condemn'd, and dead by this. 111 Look, Marcus! ah, son Lucius, look on her! 112 When I did name her brothers, then fresh tears 113 Stood on her cheeks, as doth the honey-dew 114 Upon a gather'd lily almost wither'd.
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
115 Perchance she weeps because they kill'd her husband; 116 Perchance because she knows them innocent.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
117 If they did kill thy husband, then be joyful 118 Because the law hath ta'en revenge on them. 119 No, no, they would not do so foul a deed; 120 Witness the sorrow that their sister makes. 121 Gentle Lavinia, let me kiss thy lips. 122 Or make some sign how I may do thee ease: 123 Shall thy good uncle, and thy brother Lucius, 124 And thou, and I, sit round about some fountain, 125 Looking all downwards to behold our cheeks 126 How they are stain'd, as meadows, yet not dry, 127 With miry slime left on them by a flood? 128 And in the fountain shall we gaze so long 129 Till the fresh taste be taken from that clearness, 130 And made a brine-pit with our bitter tears? 131 Or shall we cut away our hands, like thine? 132 Or shall we bite our tongues, and in dumb shows 133 Pass the remainder of our hateful days? 134 What shall we do? let us, that have our tongues, 135 Plot some deuce of further misery, 136 To make us wonder'd at in time to come.
LUCIUS
137 Sweet father, cease your tears; for, at your grief, 138 See how my wretched sister sobs and weeps.
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
139 Patience, dear niece. Good Titus, dry thine eyes.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
140 Ah, Marcus, Marcus! brother, well I wot 141 Thy napkin cannot drink a tear of mine, 142 For thou, poor man, hast drown'd it with thine own.
LUCIUS
143 Ah, my Lavinia, I will wipe thy cheeks.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
144 Mark, Marcus, mark! I understand her signs: 145 Had she a tongue to speak, now would she say 146 That to her brother which I said to thee: 147 His napkin, with his true tears all bewet, 148 Can do no service on her sorrowful cheeks. 149 O, what a sympathy of woe is this, 150 As far from help as Limbo is from bliss!
Enter AARON
AARON
151 Titus Andronicus, my lord the emperor 152 Sends thee this word,--that, if thou love thy sons, 153 Let Marcus, Lucius, or thyself, old Titus, 154 Or any one of you, chop off your hand, 155 And send it to the king: he for the same 156 Will send thee hither both thy sons alive; 157 And that shall be the ransom for their fault.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
158 O gracious emperor! O gentle Aaron! 159 Did ever raven sing so like a lark, 160 That gives sweet tidings of the sun's uprise? 161 With all my heart, I'll send the emperor My hand: 162 Good Aaron, wilt thou help to chop it off?
LUCIUS
163 Stay, father! for that noble hand of thine, 164 That hath thrown down so many enemies, 165 Shall not be sent: my hand will serve the turn: 166 My youth can better spare my blood than you; 167 And therefore mine shall save my brothers' lives.
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
168 Which of your hands hath not defended Rome, 169 And rear'd aloft the bloody battle-axe, 170 Writing destruction on the enemy's castle? 171 O, none of both but are of high desert: 172 My hand hath been but idle; let it serve 173 To ransom my two nephews from their death; 174 Then have I kept it to a worthy end.
AARON
175 Nay, come, agree whose hand shall go along, 176 For fear they die before their pardon come.
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
177 My hand shall go.
LUCIUS
178 By heaven, it shall not go!
TITUS ANDRONICUS
179 Sirs, strive no more: such wither'd herbs as these 180 Are meet for plucking up, and therefore mine.
LUCIUS
181 Sweet father, if I shall be thought thy son, 182 Let me redeem my brothers both from death.
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
183 And, for our father's sake and mother's care, 184 Now let me show a brother's love to thee.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
185 Agree between you; I will spare my hand.
LUCIUS
186 Then I'll go fetch an axe.
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
187 But I will use the axe.
Exeunt LUCIUS and MARCUS
TITUS ANDRONICUS
188 Come hither, Aaron; I'll deceive them both: 189 Lend me thy hand, and I will give thee mine.
AARON
Aside 190 If that be call'd deceit, I will be honest, 191 And never, whilst I live, deceive men so: 192 But I'll deceive you in another sort, 193 And that you'll say, ere half an hour pass.
Cuts off TITUS's hand
Re-enter LUCIUS and MARCUS
TITUS ANDRONICUS
194 Now stay your strife: what shall be is dispatch'd. 195 Good Aaron, give his majesty my hand: 196 Tell him it was a hand that warded him 197 From thousand dangers; bid him bury it 198 More hath it merited; that let it have. 199 As for my sons, say I account of them 200 As jewels purchased at an easy price; 201 And yet dear too, because I bought mine own.
AARON
202 I go, Andronicus: and for thy hand 203 Look by and by to have thy sons with thee. Aside 204 Their heads, I mean. O, how this villany 205 Doth fat me with the very thoughts of it! 206 Let fools do good, and fair men call for grace. 207 Aaron will have his soul black like his face.
Exit
TITUS ANDRONICUS
208 O, here I lift this one hand up to heaven, 209 And bow this feeble ruin to the earth: 210 If any power pities wretched tears, 211 To that I call! To LAVINIA 212 What, wilt thou kneel with me? 213 Do, then, dear heart; for heaven shall hear our prayers; 214 Or with our sighs we'll breathe the welkin dim, 215 And stain the sun with fog, as sometime clouds 216 When they do hug him in their melting bosoms.
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
217 O brother, speak with possibilities, 218 And do not break into these deep extremes.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
219 Is not my sorrow deep, having no bottom? 220 Then be my passions bottomless with them.
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
221 But yet let reason govern thy lament.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
222 If there were reason for these miseries, 223 Then into limits could I bind my woes: 224 When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'erflow? 225 If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad, 226 Threatening the welkin with his big-swoln face? 227 And wilt thou have a reason for this coil? 228 I am the sea; hark, how her sighs do blow! 229 She is the weeping welkin, I the earth: 230 Then must my sea be moved with her sighs; 231 Then must my earth with her continual tears 232 Become a deluge, overflow'd and drown'd; 233 For why my bowels cannot hide her woes, 234 But like a drunkard must I vomit them. 235 Then give me leave, for losers will have leave 236 To ease their stomachs with their bitter tongues.
Enter a Messenger, with two heads and a hand
Messenger
237 Worthy Andronicus, ill art thou repaid 238 For that good hand thou sent'st the emperor. 239 Here are the heads of thy two noble sons; 240 And here's thy hand, in scorn to thee sent back; 241 Thy griefs their sports, thy resolution mock'd; 242 That woe is me to think upon thy woes 243 More than remembrance of my father's death.
Exit
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
244 Now let hot AEtna cool in Sicily, 245 And be my heart an ever-burning hell! 246 These miseries are more than may be borne. 247 To weep with them that weep doth ease some deal; 248 But sorrow flouted at is double death.
LUCIUS
249 Ah, that this sight should make so deep a wound, 250 And yet detested life not shrink thereat! 251 That ever death should let life bear his name, 252 Where life hath no more interest but to breathe!
LAVINIA kisses TITUS
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
253 Alas, poor heart, that kiss is comfortless 254 As frozen water to a starved snake.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
255 When will this fearful slumber have an end?
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
256 Now, farewell, flattery: die, Andronicus; 257 Thou dost not slumber: see, thy two sons' heads, 258 Thy warlike hand, thy mangled daughter here: 259 Thy other banish'd son, with this dear sight 260 Struck pale and bloodless; and thy brother, I, 261 Even like a stony image, cold and numb. 262 Ah, now no more will I control thy griefs: 263 Rend off thy silver hair, thy other hand 264 Gnawing with thy teeth; and be this dismal sight 265 The closing up of our most wretched eyes; 266 Now is a time to storm; why art thou still?
TITUS ANDRONICUS
267 Ha, ha, ha!
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
268 Why dost thou laugh? it fits not with this hour.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
269 Why, I have not another tear to shed: 270 Besides, this sorrow is an enemy, 271 And would usurp upon my watery eyes 272 And make them blind with tributary tears: 273 Then which way shall I find Revenge's cave? 274 For these two heads do seem to speak to me, 275 And threat me I shall never come to bliss 276 Till all these mischiefs be return'd again 277 Even in their throats that have committed them. 278 Come, let me see what task I have to do. 279 You heavy people, circle me about, 280 That I may turn me to each one of you, 281 And swear unto my soul to right your wrongs. 282 The vow is made. Come, brother, take a head; 283 And in this hand the other I will bear. 284 Lavinia, thou shalt be employ'd: these arms! 285 Bear thou my hand, sweet wench, between thy teeth. 286 As for thee, boy, go get thee from my sight; 287 Thou art an exile, and thou must not stay: 288 Hie to the Goths, and raise an army there: 289 And, if you love me, as I think you do, 290 Let's kiss and part, for we have much to do.
Exeunt TITUS, MARCUS, and LAVINIA
LUCIUS
291 Farewell Andronicus, my noble father, 292 The wofull'st man that ever lived in Rome: 293 Farewell, proud Rome; till Lucius come again, 294 He leaves his pledges dearer than his life: 295 Farewell, Lavinia, my noble sister; 296 O, would thou wert as thou tofore hast been! 297 But now nor Lucius nor Lavinia lives 298 But in oblivion and hateful griefs. 299 If Lucius live, he will requite your wrongs; 300 And make proud Saturnine and his empress 301 Beg at the gates, like Tarquin and his queen. 302 Now will I to the Goths, and raise a power, 303 To be revenged on Rome and Saturnine.