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      <article class="book" id="R.1">
         <header class="book-titlepage">
            <h1>The Tragedy of Titus Andronicus</h1>
         </header>
         <div class="lists-of-titles">
            <div class="toc">
               <p>
                  <b>Table of Contents</b>
               </p>
               <ul class="toc">
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.2">1. Dramatis Personae</a>
                     </span>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.3">1. ACT I</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.2">1. SCENE I.  Rome. Before the Capitol.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.4">2. ACT II</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.2">1. SCENE I.  Rome. Before the Palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.3">2. SCENE II.  A forest near Rome. Horns and cry of hounds heard.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.4">3. SCENE III.  A lonely part of the forest.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.5">4. SCENE IV.  Another part of the forest.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.5">3. ACT III</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.2">1. SCENE I.  Rome. A street.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.3">2. SCENE II.  A room in Titus's house. A banquet set out.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.6">4. ACT IV</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.2">1. SCENE I.  Rome. Titus's garden.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.3">2. SCENE II.  The same. A room in the palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.4">3. SCENE III.  The same. A public place.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.5">4. SCENE IV.  The same. Before the palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.7">5. ACT V</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.2">1. SCENE I.  Plains near Rome.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.3">2. SCENE II.  Rome. Before TITUS's house.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.4">3. SCENE III.  Court of TITUS's house. A banquet set out.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
               </ul>
            </div>
         </div>
         <article class="preface" id="R.1.2">
            <header class="preface-titlepage">
               <h2>Dramatis Personae</h2>
            </header>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">SATURNINUS, son to the late Emperor of Rome, and afterwards declared Emperor.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">BASSIANUS, brother to Saturninus; in love with Lavinia.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">TITUS ANDRONICUS, a noble Roman, general against the Goths.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">MARCUS ANDRONICUS, tribune of the people, and brother to Titus.</span>
            </p>
            <table border="0" class="simplelist" summary="Simple list">
               <tr>
                  <td>
                     <span class="member">
                        <span class="personname">LUCIUS</span>
                        <span class="personname">QUINTUS</span>
                        <span class="personname">MARTIUS</span>
                        <span class="personname">MUTIUS</span>
                     </span>
                  </td>
                  <td>
                     <span class="member">sons to Titus Andronicus.</span>
                  </td>
               </tr>
            </table>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">Young LUCIUS, a boy, son to Lucius.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">PUBLIUS, son to Marcus the Tribune.</span>
            </p>
            <table border="0" class="simplelist" summary="Simple list">
               <tr>
                  <td>
                     <span class="member">
                        <span class="personname">SEMPRONIUS</span>
                        <span class="personname">CAIUS</span>
                        <span class="personname">VALENTINE</span>
                     </span>
                  </td>
                  <td>
                     <span class="member">kinsmen to Titus.</span>
                  </td>
               </tr>
            </table>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">AEMILIUS, a noble Roman.</span>
            </p>
            <table border="0" class="simplelist" summary="Simple list">
               <tr>
                  <td>
                     <span class="member">
                        <span class="personname">ALARBUS</span>
                        <span class="personname">DEMETRIUS</span>
                        <span class="personname">CHIRON</span>
                     </span>
                  </td>
                  <td>
                     <span class="member">sons to Tamora.</span>
                  </td>
               </tr>
            </table>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">AARON, a Moor, beloved by Tamora.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">A Captain, Tribune, Messenger, and Clown; Romans.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">Goths and Romans.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">TAMORA, Queen of the Goths.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">LAVINIA, daughter of Titus Andronicus.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">A Nurse. </span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">Senators, Tribunes, Officers, Soldiers, anAttendants.</span>
            </p>
            <p>SCENE  Rome, and the country near it.</p>
         </article>
         <article class="chapter" id="R.1.3">
            <header class="chapter-titlepage">
               <h2>Chapter 1. ACT I</h2>
            </header>
            <div class="lists-of-titles">
               <div class="toc">
                  <p>
                     <b>Table of Contents</b>
                  </p>
                  <ul class="toc">
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.3.2">1. SCENE I.  Rome. Before the Capitol.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                  </ul>
               </div>
            </div>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.3.2">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>1. SCENE I.  Rome. Before the Capitol.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>The Tomb of the ANDRONICI appearing; the Tribunes
and Senators aloft. Enter, below, from one side,
SATURNINUS and his Followers; and, from the other
side, BASSIANUS and his Followers; with drum and colours</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Noble patricians, patrons of my right,</div>
                     <div class="line">Defend the justice of my cause with arms,</div>
                     <div class="line">And, countrymen, my loving followers,</div>
                     <div class="line">Plead my successive title with your swords:</div>
                     <div class="line">I am his first-born son, that was the last</div>
                     <div class="line">That wore the imperial diadem of Rome;</div>
                     <div class="line">Then let my father's honours live in me,</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor wrong mine age with this indignity.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASSIANUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Romans, friends, followers, favorers of my right,</div>
                     <div class="line">If ever Bassianus, Caesar's son,</div>
                     <div class="line">Were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome,</div>
                     <div class="line">Keep then this passage to the Capitol</div>
                     <div class="line">And suffer not dishonour to approach</div>
                     <div class="line">The imperial seat, to virtue consecrate,</div>
                     <div class="line">To justice, continence and nobility;</div>
                     <div class="line">But let desert in pure election shine,</div>
                     <div class="line">And, Romans, fight for freedom in your choice.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter MARCUS ANDRONICUS, aloft, with the crown</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Princes, that strive by factions and by friends</div>
                     <div class="line">Ambitiously for rule and empery,</div>
                     <div class="line">Know that the people of Rome, for whom we stand</div>
                     <div class="line">A special party, have, by common voice,</div>
                     <div class="line">In election for the Roman empery,</div>
                     <div class="line">Chosen Andronicus, surnamed Pius</div>
                     <div class="line">For many good and great deserts to Rome:</div>
                     <div class="line">A nobler man, a braver warrior,</div>
                     <div class="line">Lives not this day within the city walls:</div>
                     <div class="line">He by the senate is accit'd home</div>
                     <div class="line">From weary wars against the barbarous Goths;</div>
                     <div class="line">That, with his sons, a terror to our foes,</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath yoked a nation strong, train'd up in arms.</div>
                     <div class="line">Ten years are spent since first he undertook</div>
                     <div class="line">This cause of Rome and chastised with arms</div>
                     <div class="line">Our enemies' pride: five times he hath return'd</div>
                     <div class="line">Bleeding to Rome, bearing his valiant sons</div>
                     <div class="line">In coffins from the field;</div>
                     <div class="line">And now at last, laden with horror's spoils,</div>
                     <div class="line">Returns the good Andronicus to Rome,</div>
                     <div class="line">Renowned Titus, flourishing in arms.</div>
                     <div class="line">Let us entreat, by honour of his name,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whom worthily you would have now succeed.</div>
                     <div class="line">And in the Capitol and senate's right,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whom you pretend to honour and adore,</div>
                     <div class="line">That you withdraw you and abate your strength;</div>
                     <div class="line">Dismiss your followers and, as suitors should,</div>
                     <div class="line">Plead your deserts in peace and humbleness.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                     <div class="line">How fair the tribune speaks to calm my thoughts!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASSIANUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Marcus Andronicus, so I do ally</div>
                     <div class="line">In thy uprightness and integrity,</div>
                     <div class="line">And so I love and honour thee and thine,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy noble brother Titus and his sons,</div>
                     <div class="line">And her to whom my thoughts are humbled all,</div>
                     <div class="line">Gracious Lavinia, Rome's rich ornament,</div>
                     <div class="line">That I will here dismiss my loving friends,</div>
                     <div class="line">And to my fortunes and the people's favor</div>
                     <div class="line">Commit my cause in balance to be weigh'd.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt the followers of BASSIANUS</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Friends, that have been thus forward in my right,</div>
                     <div class="line">I thank you all and here dismiss you all,</div>
                     <div class="line">And to the love and favor of my country</div>
                     <div class="line">Commit myself, my person and the cause.</div>
                     <p>Exeunt the followers of SATURNINUS</p>
                     <div class="line">Rome, be as just and gracious unto me</div>
                     <div class="line">As I am confident and kind to thee.</div>
                     <div class="line">Open the gates, and let me in.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASSIANUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Tribunes, and me, a poor competitor.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Flourish. SATURNINUS and BASSIANUS go up into the Capitol</p>
               <p>Enter a Captain</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Captain</div>
                     <div class="line">Romans, make way: the good Andronicus.</div>
                     <div class="line">Patron of virtue, Rome's best champion,</div>
                     <div class="line">Successful in the battles that he fights,</div>
                     <div class="line">With honour and with fortune is return'd</div>
                     <div class="line">From where he circumscribed with his sword,</div>
                     <div class="line">And brought to yoke, the enemies of Rome.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Drums and trumpets sounded. Enter MARTIUS and
MUTIUS; After them, two Men bearing a coffin
covered with black; then LUCIUS and QUINTUS. After
them, TITUS ANDRONICUS; and then TAMORA, with
ALARBUS, DEMETRIUS, CHIRON, AARON, and other Goths,
prisoners; Soldiers and people following. The
Bearers set down the coffin, and TITUS speaks</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning weeds!</div>
                     <div class="line">Lo, as the bark, that hath discharged her fraught,</div>
                     <div class="line">Returns with precious jading to the bay</div>
                     <div class="line">From whence at first she weigh'd her anchorage,</div>
                     <div class="line">Cometh Andronicus, bound with laurel boughs,</div>
                     <div class="line">To re-salute his country with his tears,</div>
                     <div class="line">Tears of true joy for his return to Rome.</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou great defender of this Capitol,</div>
                     <div class="line">Stand gracious to the rites that we intend!</div>
                     <div class="line">Romans, of five and twenty valiant sons,</div>
                     <div class="line">Half of the number that King Priam had,</div>
                     <div class="line">Behold the poor remains, alive and dead!</div>
                     <div class="line">These that survive let Rome reward with love;</div>
                     <div class="line">These that I bring unto their latest home,</div>
                     <div class="line">With burial amongst their ancestors:</div>
                     <div class="line">Here Goths have given me leave to sheathe my sword.</div>
                     <div class="line">Titus, unkind and careless of thine own,</div>
                     <div class="line">Why suffer'st thou thy sons, unburied yet,</div>
                     <div class="line">To hover on the dreadful shore of Styx?</div>
                     <div class="line">Make way to lay them by their brethren.</div>
                     <p>The tomb is opened</p>
                     <div class="line">There greet in silence, as the dead are wont,</div>
                     <div class="line">And sleep in peace, slain in your country's wars!</div>
                     <div class="line">O sacred receptacle of my joys,</div>
                     <div class="line">Sweet cell of virtue and nobility,</div>
                     <div class="line">How many sons of mine hast thou in store,</div>
                     <div class="line">That thou wilt never render to me more!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Give us the proudest prisoner of the Goths,</div>
                     <div class="line">That we may hew his limbs, and on a pile</div>
                     <div class="line">Ad manes fratrum sacrifice his flesh,</div>
                     <div class="line">Before this earthy prison of their bones;</div>
                     <div class="line">That so the shadows be not unappeased,</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor we disturb'd with prodigies on earth.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">I give him you, the noblest that survives,</div>
                     <div class="line">The eldest son of this distressed queen.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                     <div class="line">Stay, Roman brethren! Gracious conqueror,</div>
                     <div class="line">Victorious Titus, rue the tears I shed,</div>
                     <div class="line">A mother's tears in passion for her son:</div>
                     <div class="line">And if thy sons were ever dear to thee,</div>
                     <div class="line">O, think my son to be as dear to me!</div>
                     <div class="line">Sufficeth not that we are brought to Rome,</div>
                     <div class="line">To beautify thy triumphs and return,</div>
                     <div class="line">Captive to thee and to thy Roman yoke,</div>
                     <div class="line">But must my sons be slaughter'd in the streets,</div>
                     <div class="line">For valiant doings in their country's cause?</div>
                     <div class="line">O, if to fight for king and commonweal</div>
                     <div class="line">Were piety in thine, it is in these.</div>
                     <div class="line">Andronicus, stain not thy tomb with blood:</div>
                     <div class="line">Wilt thou draw near the nature of the gods?</div>
                     <div class="line">Draw near them then in being merciful:</div>
                     <div class="line">Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge:</div>
                     <div class="line">Thrice noble Titus, spare my first-born son.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Patient yourself, madam, and pardon me.</div>
                     <div class="line">These are their brethren, whom you Goths beheld</div>
                     <div class="line">Alive and dead, and for their brethren slain</div>
                     <div class="line">Religiously they ask a sacrifice:</div>
                     <div class="line">To this your son is mark'd, and die he must,</div>
                     <div class="line">To appease their groaning shadows that are gone.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Away with him! and make a fire straight;</div>
                     <div class="line">And with our swords, upon a pile of wood,</div>
                     <div class="line">Let's hew his limbs till they be clean consumed.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt LUCIUS, QUINTUS, MARTIUS, and MUTIUS, with ALARBUS</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                     <div class="line">O cruel, irreligious piety!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHIRON</div>
                     <div class="line">Was ever Scythia half so barbarous?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Oppose not Scythia to ambitious Rome.</div>
                     <div class="line">Alarbus goes to rest; and we survive</div>
                     <div class="line">To tremble under Titus' threatening looks.</div>
                     <div class="line">Then, madam, stand resolved, but hope withal</div>
                     <div class="line">The self-same gods that arm'd the Queen of Troy</div>
                     <div class="line">With opportunity of sharp revenge</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon the Thracian tyrant in his tent,</div>
                     <div class="line">May favor Tamora, the Queen of Goths--</div>
                     <div class="line">When Goths were Goths and Tamora was queen--</div>
                     <div class="line">To quit the bloody wrongs upon her foes.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Re-enter LUCIUS, QUINTUS, MARTIUS and MUTIUS, with
their swords bloody</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">See, lord and father, how we have perform'd</div>
                     <div class="line">Our Roman rites: Alarbus' limbs are lopp'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">And entrails feed the sacrificing fire,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whose smoke, like incense, doth perfume the sky.</div>
                     <div class="line">Remaineth nought, but to inter our brethren,</div>
                     <div class="line">And with loud 'larums welcome them to Rome.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Let it be so; and let Andronicus</div>
                     <div class="line">Make this his latest farewell to their souls.</div>
                     <p>Trumpets sounded, and the coffin laid in the tomb</p>
                     <div class="line">In peace and honour rest you here, my sons;</div>
                     <div class="line">Rome's readiest champions, repose you here in rest,</div>
                     <div class="line">Secure from worldly chances and mishaps!</div>
                     <div class="line">Here lurks no treason, here no envy swells,</div>
                     <div class="line">Here grow no damned grudges; here are no storms,</div>
                     <div class="line">No noise, but silence and eternal sleep:</div>
                     <div class="line">In peace and honour rest you here, my sons!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter LAVINIA</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LAVINIA</div>
                     <div class="line">In peace and honour live Lord Titus long;</div>
                     <div class="line">My noble lord and father, live in fame!</div>
                     <div class="line">Lo, at this tomb my tributary tears</div>
                     <div class="line">I render, for my brethren's obsequies;</div>
                     <div class="line">And at thy feet I kneel, with tears of joy,</div>
                     <div class="line">Shed on the earth, for thy return to Rome:</div>
                     <div class="line">O, bless me here with thy victorious hand,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whose fortunes Rome's best citizens applaud!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Kind Rome, that hast thus lovingly reserved</div>
                     <div class="line">The cordial of mine age to glad my heart!</div>
                     <div class="line">Lavinia, live; outlive thy father's days,</div>
                     <div class="line">And fame's eternal date, for virtue's praise!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter, below, MARCUS ANDRONICUS and Tribunes;
re-enter SATURNINUS and BASSIANUS, attended</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Long live Lord Titus, my beloved brother,</div>
                     <div class="line">Gracious triumpher in the eyes of Rome!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Thanks, gentle tribune, noble brother Marcus.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">And welcome, nephews, from successful wars,</div>
                     <div class="line">You that survive, and you that sleep in fame!</div>
                     <div class="line">Fair lords, your fortunes are alike in all,</div>
                     <div class="line">That in your country's service drew your swords:</div>
                     <div class="line">But safer triumph is this funeral pomp,</div>
                     <div class="line">That hath aspired to Solon's happiness</div>
                     <div class="line">And triumphs over chance in honour's bed.</div>
                     <div class="line">Titus Andronicus, the people of Rome,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whose friend in justice thou hast ever been,</div>
                     <div class="line">Send thee by me, their tribune and their trust,</div>
                     <div class="line">This palliament of white and spotless hue;</div>
                     <div class="line">And name thee in election for the empire,</div>
                     <div class="line">With these our late-deceased emperor's sons:</div>
                     <div class="line">Be candidatus then, and put it on,</div>
                     <div class="line">And help to set a head on headless Rome.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">A better head her glorious body fits</div>
                     <div class="line">Than his that shakes for age and feebleness:</div>
                     <div class="line">What should I don this robe, and trouble you?</div>
                     <div class="line">Be chosen with proclamations to-day,</div>
                     <div class="line">To-morrow yield up rule, resign my life,</div>
                     <div class="line">And set abroad new business for you all?</div>
                     <div class="line">Rome, I have been thy soldier forty years,</div>
                     <div class="line">And led my country's strength successfully,</div>
                     <div class="line">And buried one and twenty valiant sons,</div>
                     <div class="line">Knighted in field, slain manfully in arms,</div>
                     <div class="line">In right and service of their noble country</div>
                     <div class="line">Give me a staff of honour for mine age,</div>
                     <div class="line">But not a sceptre to control the world:</div>
                     <div class="line">Upright he held it, lords, that held it last.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Titus, thou shalt obtain and ask the empery.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Proud and ambitious tribune, canst thou tell?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Patience, Prince Saturninus.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Romans, do me right:</div>
                     <div class="line">Patricians, draw your swords: and sheathe them not</div>
                     <div class="line">Till Saturninus be Rome's emperor.</div>
                     <div class="line">Andronicus, would thou wert shipp'd to hell,</div>
                     <div class="line">Rather than rob me of the people's hearts!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Proud Saturnine, interrupter of the good</div>
                     <div class="line">That noble-minded Titus means to thee!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Content thee, prince; I will restore to thee</div>
                     <div class="line">The people's hearts, and wean them from themselves.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASSIANUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Andronicus, I do not flatter thee,</div>
                     <div class="line">But honour thee, and will do till I die:</div>
                     <div class="line">My faction if thou strengthen with thy friends,</div>
                     <div class="line">I will most thankful be; and thanks to men</div>
                     <div class="line">Of noble minds is honourable meed.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">People of Rome, and people's tribunes here,</div>
                     <div class="line">I ask your voices and your suffrages:</div>
                     <div class="line">Will you bestow them friendly on Andronicus?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Tribunes</div>
                     <div class="line">To gratify the good Andronicus,</div>
                     <div class="line">And gratulate his safe return to Rome,</div>
                     <div class="line">The people will accept whom he admits.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Tribunes, I thank you: and this suit I make,</div>
                     <div class="line">That you create your emperor's eldest son,</div>
                     <div class="line">Lord Saturnine; whose virtues will, I hope,</div>
                     <div class="line">Reflect on Rome as Titan's rays on earth,</div>
                     <div class="line">And ripen justice in this commonweal:</div>
                     <div class="line">Then, if you will elect by my advice,</div>
                     <div class="line">Crown him and say 'Long live our emperor!'</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">With voices and applause of every sort,</div>
                     <div class="line">Patricians and plebeians, we create</div>
                     <div class="line">Lord Saturninus Rome's great emperor,</div>
                     <div class="line">And say 'Long live our Emperor Saturnine!'</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>A long flourish till they come down</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Titus Andronicus, for thy favors done</div>
                     <div class="line">To us in our election this day,</div>
                     <div class="line">I give thee thanks in part of thy deserts,</div>
                     <div class="line">And will with deeds requite thy gentleness:</div>
                     <div class="line">And, for an onset, Titus, to advance</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy name and honourable family,</div>
                     <div class="line">Lavinia will I make my empress,</div>
                     <div class="line">Rome's royal mistress, mistress of my heart,</div>
                     <div class="line">And in the sacred Pantheon her espouse:</div>
                     <div class="line">Tell me, Andronicus, doth this motion please thee?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">It doth, my worthy lord; and in this match</div>
                     <div class="line">I hold me highly honour'd of your grace:</div>
                     <div class="line">And here in sight of Rome to Saturnine,</div>
                     <div class="line">King and commander of our commonweal,</div>
                     <div class="line">The wide world's emperor, do I consecrate</div>
                     <div class="line">My sword, my chariot and my prisoners;</div>
                     <div class="line">Presents well worthy Rome's imperial lord:</div>
                     <div class="line">Receive them then, the tribute that I owe,</div>
                     <div class="line">Mine honour's ensigns humbled at thy feet.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Thanks, noble Titus, father of my life!</div>
                     <div class="line">How proud I am of thee and of thy gifts</div>
                     <div class="line">Rome shall record, and when I do forget</div>
                     <div class="line">The least of these unspeakable deserts,</div>
                     <div class="line">Romans, forget your fealty to me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>To TAMORA</span>  Now, madam, are you prisoner to</div>
                     <div class="line">an emperor;</div>
                     <div class="line">To him that, for your honour and your state,</div>
                     <div class="line">Will use you nobly and your followers.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                     <div class="line">A goodly lady, trust me; of the hue</div>
                     <div class="line">That I would choose, were I to choose anew.</div>
                     <div class="line">Clear up, fair queen, that cloudy countenance:</div>
                     <div class="line">Though chance of war hath wrought this change of cheer,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou comest not to be made a scorn in Rome:</div>
                     <div class="line">Princely shall be thy usage every way.</div>
                     <div class="line">Rest on my word, and let not discontent</div>
                     <div class="line">Daunt all your hopes: madam, he comforts you</div>
                     <div class="line">Can make you greater than the Queen of Goths.</div>
                     <div class="line">Lavinia, you are not displeased with this?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LAVINIA</div>
                     <div class="line">Not I, my lord; sith true nobility</div>
                     <div class="line">Warrants these words in princely courtesy.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Thanks, sweet Lavinia. Romans, let us go;</div>
                     <div class="line">Ransomless here we set our prisoners free:</div>
                     <div class="line">Proclaim our honours, lords, with trump and drum.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Flourish. SATURNINUS courts TAMORA in dumb show</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASSIANUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is mine.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Seizing LAVINIA</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">How, sir! are you in earnest then, my lord?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASSIANUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, noble Titus; and resolved withal</div>
                     <div class="line">To do myself this reason and this right.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">'Suum cuique' is our Roman justice:</div>
                     <div class="line">This prince in justice seizeth but his own.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">And that he will, and shall, if Lucius live.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Traitors, avaunt! Where is the emperor's guard?</div>
                     <div class="line">Treason, my lord! Lavinia is surprised!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Surprised! by whom?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASSIANUS</div>
                     <div class="line">By him that justly may</div>
                     <div class="line">Bear his betroth'd from all the world away.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt BASSIANUS and MARCUS with LAVINIA</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MUTIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Brothers, help to convey her hence away,</div>
                     <div class="line">And with my sword I'll keep this door safe.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt LUCIUS, QUINTUS, and MARTIUS</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Follow, my lord, and I'll soon bring her back.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MUTIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">My lord, you pass not here.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">What, villain boy!</div>
                     <div class="line">Barr'st me my way in Rome?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Stabbing MUTIUS</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MUTIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Help, Lucius, help!</div>
                     <p>Dies</p>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>During the fray, SATURNINUS, TAMORA, DEMETRIUS,
CHIRON and AARON go out and re-enter, above</p>
               <p>Re-enter LUCIUS</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">My lord, you are unjust, and, more than so,</div>
                     <div class="line">In wrongful quarrel you have slain your son.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor thou, nor he, are any sons of mine;</div>
                     <div class="line">My sons would never so dishonour me:</div>
                     <div class="line">Traitor, restore Lavinia to the emperor.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Dead, if you will; but not to be his wife,</div>
                     <div class="line">That is another's lawful promised love.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                     <div class="line">No, Titus, no; the emperor needs her not,</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock:</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll trust, by leisure, him that mocks me once;</div>
                     <div class="line">Thee never, nor thy traitorous haughty sons,</div>
                     <div class="line">Confederates all thus to dishonour me.</div>
                     <div class="line">Was there none else in Rome to make a stale,</div>
                     <div class="line">But Saturnine? Full well, Andronicus,</div>
                     <div class="line">Agree these deeds with that proud brag of thine,</div>
                     <div class="line">That said'st I begg'd the empire at thy hands.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">O monstrous! what reproachful words are these?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                     <div class="line">But go thy ways; go, give that changing piece</div>
                     <div class="line">To him that flourish'd for her with his sword</div>
                     <div class="line">A valiant son-in-law thou shalt enjoy;</div>
                     <div class="line">One fit to bandy with thy lawless sons,</div>
                     <div class="line">To ruffle in the commonwealth of Rome.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">These words are razors to my wounded heart.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                     <div class="line">And therefore, lovely Tamora, queen of Goths,</div>
                     <div class="line">That like the stately Phoebe 'mongst her nymphs</div>
                     <div class="line">Dost overshine the gallant'st dames of Rome,</div>
                     <div class="line">If thou be pleased with this my sudden choice,</div>
                     <div class="line">Behold, I choose thee, Tamora, for my bride,</div>
                     <div class="line">And will create thee empress of Rome,</div>
                     <div class="line">Speak, Queen of Goths, dost thou applaud my choice?</div>
                     <div class="line">And here I swear by all the Roman gods,</div>
                     <div class="line">Sith priest and holy water are so near</div>
                     <div class="line">And tapers burn so bright and every thing</div>
                     <div class="line">In readiness for Hymenaeus stand,</div>
                     <div class="line">I will not re-salute the streets of Rome,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or climb my palace, till from forth this place</div>
                     <div class="line">I lead espoused my bride along with me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                     <div class="line">And here, in sight of heaven, to Rome I swear,</div>
                     <div class="line">If Saturnine advance the Queen of Goths,</div>
                     <div class="line">She will a handmaid be to his desires,</div>
                     <div class="line">A loving nurse, a mother to his youth.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Ascend, fair queen, Pantheon. Lords, accompany</div>
                     <div class="line">Your noble emperor and his lovely bride,</div>
                     <div class="line">Sent by the heavens for Prince Saturnine,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whose wisdom hath her fortune conquered:</div>
                     <div class="line">There shall we consummate our spousal rites.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt all but TITUS</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">I am not bid to wait upon this bride.</div>
                     <div class="line">Titus, when wert thou wont to walk alone,</div>
                     <div class="line">Dishonour'd thus, and challenged of wrongs?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Re-enter MARCUS, LUCIUS, QUINTUS, and MARTIUS</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">O Titus, see, O, see what thou hast done!</div>
                     <div class="line">In a bad quarrel slain a virtuous son.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">No, foolish tribune, no; no son of mine,</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor thou, nor these, confederates in the deed</div>
                     <div class="line">That hath dishonour'd all our family;</div>
                     <div class="line">Unworthy brother, and unworthy sons!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">But let us give him burial, as becomes;</div>
                     <div class="line">Give Mutius burial with our brethren.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Traitors, away! he rests not in this tomb:</div>
                     <div class="line">This monument five hundred years hath stood,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which I have sumptuously re-edified:</div>
                     <div class="line">Here none but soldiers and Rome's servitors</div>
                     <div class="line">Repose in fame; none basely slain in brawls:</div>
                     <div class="line">Bury him where you can; he comes not here.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">My lord, this is impiety in you:</div>
                     <div class="line">My nephew Mutius' deeds do plead for him</div>
                     <div class="line">He must be buried with his brethren.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUINTUS</div>
                     <div class="speaker">MARTIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">And shall, or him we will accompany.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">'And shall!' what villain was it that spake</div>
                     <div class="line">that word?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUINTUS</div>
                     <div class="line">He that would vouch it in any place but here.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">What, would you bury him in my despite?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">No, noble Titus, but entreat of thee</div>
                     <div class="line">To pardon Mutius and to bury him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Marcus, even thou hast struck upon my crest,</div>
                     <div class="line">And, with these boys, mine honour thou hast wounded:</div>
                     <div class="line">My foes I do repute you every one;</div>
                     <div class="line">So, trouble me no more, but get you gone.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARTIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">He is not with himself; let us withdraw.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUINTUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Not I, till Mutius' bones be buried.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>MARCUS and the Sons of TITUS kneel</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Brother, for in that name doth nature plead,--</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUINTUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Father, and in that name doth nature speak,--</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Speak thou no more, if all the rest will speed.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Renowned Titus, more than half my soul,--</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Dear father, soul and substance of us all,--</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Suffer thy brother Marcus to inter</div>
                     <div class="line">His noble nephew here in virtue's nest,</div>
                     <div class="line">That died in honour and Lavinia's cause.</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou art a Roman; be not barbarous:</div>
                     <div class="line">The Greeks upon advice did bury Ajax</div>
                     <div class="line">That slew himself; and wise Laertes' son</div>
                     <div class="line">Did graciously plead for his funerals:</div>
                     <div class="line">Let not young Mutius, then, that was thy joy</div>
                     <div class="line">Be barr'd his entrance here.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Rise, Marcus, rise.</div>
                     <div class="line">The dismall'st day is this that e'er I saw,</div>
                     <div class="line">To be dishonour'd by my sons in Rome!</div>
                     <div class="line">Well, bury him, and bury me the next.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>MUTIUS is put into the tomb</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">There lie thy bones, sweet Mutius, with thy friends,</div>
                     <div class="line">Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomb.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">All</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Kneeling</span>  No man shed tears for noble Mutius;</div>
                     <div class="line">He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">My lord, to step out of these dreary dumps,</div>
                     <div class="line">How comes it that the subtle Queen of Goths</div>
                     <div class="line">Is of a sudden thus advanced in Rome?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">I know not, Marcus; but I know it is,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whether by device or no, the heavens can tell:</div>
                     <div class="line">Is she not then beholding to the man</div>
                     <div class="line">That brought her for this high good turn so far?</div>
                     <div class="line">Yes, and will nobly him remunerate.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Flourish. Re-enter, from one side, SATURNINUS
attended, TAMORA, DEMETRIUS, CHIRON and AARON; from
the other, BASSIANUS, LAVINIA, and others</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                     <div class="line">So, Bassianus, you have play'd your prize:</div>
                     <div class="line">God give you joy, sir, of your gallant bride!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASSIANUS</div>
                     <div class="line">And you of yours, my lord! I say no more,</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor wish no less; and so, I take my leave.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Traitor, if Rome have law or we have power,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou and thy faction shall repent this rape.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASSIANUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Rape, call you it, my lord, to seize my own,</div>
                     <div class="line">My truth-betrothed love and now my wife?</div>
                     <div class="line">But let the laws of Rome determine all;</div>
                     <div class="line">Meanwhile I am possess'd of that is mine.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis good, sir: you are very short with us;</div>
                     <div class="line">But, if we live, we'll be as sharp with you.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASSIANUS</div>
                     <div class="line">My lord, what I have done, as best I may,</div>
                     <div class="line">Answer I must and shall do with my life.</div>
                     <div class="line">Only thus much I give your grace to know:</div>
                     <div class="line">By all the duties that I owe to Rome,</div>
                     <div class="line">This noble gentleman, Lord Titus here,</div>
                     <div class="line">Is in opinion and in honour wrong'd;</div>
                     <div class="line">That in the rescue of Lavinia</div>
                     <div class="line">With his own hand did slay his youngest son,</div>
                     <div class="line">In zeal to you and highly moved to wrath</div>
                     <div class="line">To be controll'd in that he frankly gave:</div>
                     <div class="line">Receive him, then, to favor, Saturnine,</div>
                     <div class="line">That hath express'd himself in all his deeds</div>
                     <div class="line">A father and a friend to thee and Rome.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Prince Bassianus, leave to plead my deeds:</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis thou and those that have dishonour'd me.</div>
                     <div class="line">Rome and the righteous heavens be my judge,</div>
                     <div class="line">How I have loved and honour'd Saturnine!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                     <div class="line">My worthy lord, if ever Tamora</div>
                     <div class="line">Were gracious in those princely eyes of thine,</div>
                     <div class="line">Then hear me speak in indifferently for all;</div>
                     <div class="line">And at my suit, sweet, pardon what is past.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                     <div class="line">What, madam! be dishonour'd openly,</div>
                     <div class="line">And basely put it up without revenge?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                     <div class="line">Not so, my lord; the gods of Rome forfend</div>
                     <div class="line">I should be author to dishonour you!</div>
                     <div class="line">But on mine honour dare I undertake</div>
                     <div class="line">For good Lord Titus' innocence in all;</div>
                     <div class="line">Whose fury not dissembled speaks his griefs:</div>
                     <div class="line">Then, at my suit, look graciously on him;</div>
                     <div class="line">Lose not so noble a friend on vain suppose,</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor with sour looks afflict his gentle heart.</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Aside to SATURNINUS</span>  My lord, be ruled by me,</div>
                     <div class="line">be won at last;</div>
                     <div class="line">Dissemble all your griefs and discontents:</div>
                     <div class="line">You are but newly planted in your throne;</div>
                     <div class="line">Lest, then, the people, and patricians too,</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon a just survey, take Titus' part,</div>
                     <div class="line">And so supplant you for ingratitude,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which Rome reputes to be a heinous sin,</div>
                     <div class="line">Yield at entreats; and then let me alone:</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll find a day to massacre them all</div>
                     <div class="line">And raze their faction and their family,</div>
                     <div class="line">The cruel father and his traitorous sons,</div>
                     <div class="line">To whom I sued for my dear son's life,</div>
                     <div class="line">And make them know what 'tis to let a queen</div>
                     <div class="line">Kneel in the streets and beg for grace in vain.</div>
                     <p>Aloud</p>
                     <div class="line">Come, come, sweet emperor; come, Andronicus;</div>
                     <div class="line">Take up this good old man, and cheer the heart</div>
                     <div class="line">That dies in tempest of thy angry frown.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Rise, Titus, rise; my empress hath prevail'd.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">I thank your majesty, and her, my lord:</div>
                     <div class="line">These words, these looks, infuse new life in me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                     <div class="line">Titus, I am incorporate in Rome,</div>
                     <div class="line">A Roman now adopted happily,</div>
                     <div class="line">And must advise the emperor for his good.</div>
                     <div class="line">This day all quarrels die, Andronicus;</div>
                     <div class="line">And let it be mine honour, good my lord,</div>
                     <div class="line">That I have reconciled your friends and you.</div>
                     <div class="line">For you, Prince Bassianus, I have pass'd</div>
                     <div class="line">My word and promise to the emperor,</div>
                     <div class="line">That you will be more mild and tractable.</div>
                     <div class="line">And fear not lords, and you, Lavinia;</div>
                     <div class="line">By my advice, all humbled on your knees,</div>
                     <div class="line">You shall ask pardon of his majesty.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">We do, and vow to heaven and to his highness,</div>
                     <div class="line">That what we did was mildly as we might,</div>
                     <div class="line">Tendering our sister's honour and our own.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">That, on mine honour, here I do protest.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Away, and talk not; trouble us no more.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, nay, sweet emperor, we must all be friends:</div>
                     <div class="line">The tribune and his nephews kneel for grace;</div>
                     <div class="line">I will not be denied: sweet heart, look back.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Marcus, for thy sake and thy brother's here,</div>
                     <div class="line">And at my lovely Tamora's entreats,</div>
                     <div class="line">I do remit these young men's heinous faults: Stand up.</div>
                     <div class="line">Lavinia, though you left me like a churl,</div>
                     <div class="line">I found a friend, and sure as death I swore</div>
                     <div class="line">I would not part a bachelor from the priest.</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, if the emperor's court can feast two brides,</div>
                     <div class="line">You are my guest, Lavinia, and your friends.</div>
                     <div class="line">This day shall be a love-day, Tamora.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">To-morrow, an it please your majesty</div>
                     <div class="line">To hunt the panther and the hart with me,</div>
                     <div class="line">With horn and hound we'll give your grace bonjour.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Be it so, Titus, and gramercy too.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Flourish. Exeunt</p>
            </section>
         </article>
         <article class="chapter" id="R.1.4">
            <header class="chapter-titlepage">
               <h2>Chapter 2. ACT II</h2>
            </header>
            <div class="lists-of-titles">
               <div class="toc">
                  <p>
                     <b>Table of Contents</b>
                  </p>
                  <ul class="toc">
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.4.2">1. SCENE I.  Rome. Before the Palace.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.4.3">2. SCENE II.  A forest near Rome. Horns and cry of hounds heard.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.4.4">3. SCENE III.  A lonely part of the forest.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.4.5">4. SCENE IV.  Another part of the forest.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                  </ul>
               </div>
            </div>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.4.2">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>1. SCENE I.  Rome. Before the Palace.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter AARON</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">Now climbeth Tamora Olympus' top,</div>
                     <div class="line">Safe out of fortune's shot; and sits aloft,</div>
                     <div class="line">Secure of thunder's crack or lightning flash;</div>
                     <div class="line">Advanced above pale envy's threatening reach.</div>
                     <div class="line">As when the golden sun salutes the morn,</div>
                     <div class="line">And, having gilt the ocean with his beams,</div>
                     <div class="line">Gallops the zodiac in his glistering coach,</div>
                     <div class="line">And overlooks the highest-peering hills;</div>
                     <div class="line">So Tamora:</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon her wit doth earthly honour wait,</div>
                     <div class="line">And virtue stoops and trembles at her frown.</div>
                     <div class="line">Then, Aaron, arm thy heart, and fit thy thoughts,</div>
                     <div class="line">To mount aloft with thy imperial mistress,</div>
                     <div class="line">And mount her pitch, whom thou in triumph long</div>
                     <div class="line">Hast prisoner held, fetter'd in amorous chains</div>
                     <div class="line">And faster bound to Aaron's charming eyes</div>
                     <div class="line">Than is Prometheus tied to Caucasus.</div>
                     <div class="line">Away with slavish weeds and servile thoughts!</div>
                     <div class="line">I will be bright, and shine in pearl and gold,</div>
                     <div class="line">To wait upon this new-made empress.</div>
                     <div class="line">To wait, said I? to wanton with this queen,</div>
                     <div class="line">This goddess, this Semiramis, this nymph,</div>
                     <div class="line">This siren, that will charm Rome's Saturnine,</div>
                     <div class="line">And see his shipwreck and his commonweal's.</div>
                     <div class="line">Holloa! what storm is this?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter DEMETRIUS and CHIRON, braving</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Chiron, thy years want wit, thy wit wants edge,</div>
                     <div class="line">And manners, to intrude where I am graced;</div>
                     <div class="line">And may, for aught thou know'st, affected be.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHIRON</div>
                     <div class="line">Demetrius, thou dost over-ween in all;</div>
                     <div class="line">And so in this, to bear me down with braves.</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis not the difference of a year or two</div>
                     <div class="line">Makes me less gracious or thee more fortunate:</div>
                     <div class="line">I am as able and as fit as thou</div>
                     <div class="line">To serve, and to deserve my mistress' grace;</div>
                     <div class="line">And that my sword upon thee shall approve,</div>
                     <div class="line">And plead my passions for Lavinia's love.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Aside</span>  Clubs, clubs! these lovers will not keep</div>
                     <div class="line">the peace.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, boy, although our mother, unadvised,</div>
                     <div class="line">Gave you a dancing-rapier by your side,</div>
                     <div class="line">Are you so desperate grown, to threat your friends?</div>
                     <div class="line">Go to; have your lath glued within your sheath</div>
                     <div class="line">Till you know better how to handle it.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHIRON</div>
                     <div class="line">Meanwhile, sir, with the little skill I have,</div>
                     <div class="line">Full well shalt thou perceive how much I dare.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, boy, grow ye so brave?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>They draw</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Coming forward</span>  Why, how now, lords!</div>
                     <div class="line">So near the emperor's palace dare you draw,</div>
                     <div class="line">And maintain such a quarrel openly?</div>
                     <div class="line">Full well I wot the ground of all this grudge:</div>
                     <div class="line">I would not for a million of gold</div>
                     <div class="line">The cause were known to them it most concerns;</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor would your noble mother for much more</div>
                     <div class="line">Be so dishonour'd in the court of Rome.</div>
                     <div class="line">For shame, put up.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Not I, till I have sheathed</div>
                     <div class="line">My rapier in his bosom and withal</div>
                     <div class="line">Thrust these reproachful speeches down his throat</div>
                     <div class="line">That he hath breathed in my dishonour here.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHIRON</div>
                     <div class="line">For that I am prepared and full resolved.</div>
                     <div class="line">Foul-spoken coward, that thunder'st with thy tongue,</div>
                     <div class="line">And with thy weapon nothing darest perform!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">Away, I say!</div>
                     <div class="line">Now, by the gods that warlike Goths adore,</div>
                     <div class="line">This petty brabble will undo us all.</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, lords, and think you not how dangerous</div>
                     <div class="line">It is to jet upon a prince's right?</div>
                     <div class="line">What, is Lavinia then become so loose,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or Bassianus so degenerate,</div>
                     <div class="line">That for her love such quarrels may be broach'd</div>
                     <div class="line">Without controlment, justice, or revenge?</div>
                     <div class="line">Young lords, beware! and should the empress know</div>
                     <div class="line">This discord's ground, the music would not please.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHIRON</div>
                     <div class="line">I care not, I, knew she and all the world:</div>
                     <div class="line">I love Lavinia more than all the world.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Youngling, learn thou to make some meaner choice:</div>
                     <div class="line">Lavinia is thine elder brother's hope.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, are ye mad? or know ye not, in Rome</div>
                     <div class="line">How furious and impatient they be,</div>
                     <div class="line">And cannot brook competitors in love?</div>
                     <div class="line">I tell you, lords, you do but plot your deaths</div>
                     <div class="line">By this device.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHIRON</div>
                     <div class="line">Aaron, a thousand deaths</div>
                     <div class="line">Would I propose to achieve her whom I love.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">To achieve her! how?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Why makest thou it so strange?</div>
                     <div class="line">She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd;</div>
                     <div class="line">She is a woman, therefore may be won;</div>
                     <div class="line">She is Lavinia, therefore must be loved.</div>
                     <div class="line">What, man! more water glideth by the mill</div>
                     <div class="line">Than wots the miller of; and easy it is</div>
                     <div class="line">Of a cut loaf to steal a shive, we know:</div>
                     <div class="line">Though Bassianus be the emperor's brother.</div>
                     <div class="line">Better than he have worn Vulcan's badge.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Aside</span>  Ay, and as good as Saturninus may.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Then why should he despair that knows to court it</div>
                     <div class="line">With words, fair looks and liberality?</div>
                     <div class="line">What, hast not thou full often struck a doe,</div>
                     <div class="line">And borne her cleanly by the keeper's nose?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, then, it seems, some certain snatch or so</div>
                     <div class="line">Would serve your turns.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHIRON</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, so the turn were served.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Aaron, thou hast hit it.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">Would you had hit it too!</div>
                     <div class="line">Then should not we be tired with this ado.</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, hark ye, hark ye! and are you such fools</div>
                     <div class="line">To square for this? would it offend you, then</div>
                     <div class="line">That both should speed?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHIRON</div>
                     <div class="line">Faith, not me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor me, so I were one.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">For shame, be friends, and join for that you jar:</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis policy and stratagem must do</div>
                     <div class="line">That you affect; and so must you resolve,</div>
                     <div class="line">That what you cannot as you would achieve,</div>
                     <div class="line">You must perforce accomplish as you may.</div>
                     <div class="line">Take this of me: Lucrece was not more chaste</div>
                     <div class="line">Than this Lavinia, Bassianus' love.</div>
                     <div class="line">A speedier course than lingering languishment</div>
                     <div class="line">Must we pursue, and I have found the path.</div>
                     <div class="line">My lords, a solemn hunting is in hand;</div>
                     <div class="line">There will the lovely Roman ladies troop:</div>
                     <div class="line">The forest walks are wide and spacious;</div>
                     <div class="line">And many unfrequented plots there are</div>
                     <div class="line">Fitted by kind for rape and villany:</div>
                     <div class="line">Single you thither then this dainty doe,</div>
                     <div class="line">And strike her home by force, if not by words:</div>
                     <div class="line">This way, or not at all, stand you in hope.</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, come, our empress, with her sacred wit</div>
                     <div class="line">To villany and vengeance consecrate,</div>
                     <div class="line">Will we acquaint with all that we intend;</div>
                     <div class="line">And she shall file our engines with advice,</div>
                     <div class="line">That will not suffer you to square yourselves,</div>
                     <div class="line">But to your wishes' height advance you both.</div>
                     <div class="line">The emperor's court is like the house of Fame,</div>
                     <div class="line">The palace full of tongues, of eyes, and ears:</div>
                     <div class="line">The woods are ruthless, dreadful, deaf, and dull;</div>
                     <div class="line">There speak, and strike, brave boys, and take</div>
                     <div class="line">your turns;</div>
                     <div class="line">There serve your lusts, shadow'd from heaven's eye,</div>
                     <div class="line">And revel in Lavinia's treasury.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHIRON</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy counsel, lad, smells of no cowardice,</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Sit fas aut nefas, till I find the stream</div>
                     <div class="line">To cool this heat, a charm to calm these fits.</div>
                     <div class="line">Per Styga, per manes vehor.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.4.3">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>2. SCENE II.  A forest near Rome. Horns and cry of hounds heard.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter TITUS ANDRONICUS, with Hunters, &c., MARCUS,
LUCIUS, QUINTUS, and MARTIUS</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">The hunt is up, the morn is bright and grey,</div>
                     <div class="line">The fields are fragrant and the woods are green:</div>
                     <div class="line">Uncouple here and let us make a bay</div>
                     <div class="line">And wake the emperor and his lovely bride</div>
                     <div class="line">And rouse the prince and ring a hunter's peal,</div>
                     <div class="line">That all the court may echo with the noise.</div>
                     <div class="line">Sons, let it be your charge, as it is ours,</div>
                     <div class="line">To attend the emperor's person carefully:</div>
                     <div class="line">I have been troubled in my sleep this night,</div>
                     <div class="line">But dawning day new comfort hath inspired.</div>
                     <p>A cry of hounds and horns, winded in a peal. Enter
SATURNINUS, TAMORA, BASSIANUS, LAVINIA, DEMETRIUS,
CHIRON, and Attendants</p>
                     <div class="line">Many good morrows to your majesty;</div>
                     <div class="line">Madam, to you as many and as good:</div>
                     <div class="line">I promised your grace a hunter's peal.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                     <div class="line">And you have rung it lustily, my lord;</div>
                     <div class="line">Somewhat too early for new-married ladies.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASSIANUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Lavinia, how say you?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LAVINIA</div>
                     <div class="line">I say, no;</div>
                     <div class="line">I have been broad awake two hours and more.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Come on, then; horse and chariots let us have,</div>
                     <div class="line">And to our sport.</div>
                     <p>To TAMORA</p>
                     <div class="line">Madam, now shall ye see</div>
                     <div class="line">Our Roman hunting.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">I have dogs, my lord,</div>
                     <div class="line">Will rouse the proudest panther in the chase,</div>
                     <div class="line">And climb the highest promontory top.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">And I have horse will follow where the game</div>
                     <div class="line">Makes way, and run like swallows o'er the plain.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Chiron, we hunt not, we, with horse nor hound,</div>
                     <div class="line">But hope to pluck a dainty doe to ground.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.4.4">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>3. SCENE III.  A lonely part of the forest.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter AARON, with a bag of gold</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">He that had wit would think that I had none,</div>
                     <div class="line">To bury so much gold under a tree,</div>
                     <div class="line">And never after to inherit it.</div>
                     <div class="line">Let him that thinks of me so abjectly</div>
                     <div class="line">Know that this gold must coin a stratagem,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which, cunningly effected, will beget</div>
                     <div class="line">A very excellent piece of villany:</div>
                     <div class="line">And so repose, sweet gold, for their unrest</div>
                     <p>Hides the gold</p>
                     <div class="line">That have their alms out of the empress' chest.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter TAMORA</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                     <div class="line">My lovely Aaron, wherefore look'st thou sad,</div>
                     <div class="line">When every thing doth make a gleeful boast?</div>
                     <div class="line">The birds chant melody on every bush,</div>
                     <div class="line">The snake lies rolled in the cheerful sun,</div>
                     <div class="line">The green leaves quiver with the cooling wind</div>
                     <div class="line">And make a chequer'd shadow on the ground:</div>
                     <div class="line">Under their sweet shade, Aaron, let us sit,</div>
                     <div class="line">And, whilst the babbling echo mocks the hounds,</div>
                     <div class="line">Replying shrilly to the well-tuned horns,</div>
                     <div class="line">As if a double hunt were heard at once,</div>
                     <div class="line">Let us sit down and mark their yelping noise;</div>
                     <div class="line">And, after conflict such as was supposed</div>
                     <div class="line">The wandering prince and Dido once enjoy'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">When with a happy storm they were surprised</div>
                     <div class="line">And curtain'd with a counsel-keeping cave,</div>
                     <div class="line">We may, each wreathed in the other's arms,</div>
                     <div class="line">Our pastimes done, possess a golden slumber;</div>
                     <div class="line">Whiles hounds and horns and sweet melodious birds</div>
                     <div class="line">Be unto us as is a nurse's song</div>
                     <div class="line">Of lullaby to bring her babe asleep.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">Madam, though Venus govern your desires,</div>
                     <div class="line">Saturn is dominator over mine:</div>
                     <div class="line">What signifies my deadly-standing eye,</div>
                     <div class="line">My silence and my cloudy melancholy,</div>
                     <div class="line">My fleece of woolly hair that now uncurls</div>
                     <div class="line">Even as an adder when she doth unroll</div>
                     <div class="line">To do some fatal execution?</div>
                     <div class="line">No, madam, these are no venereal signs:</div>
                     <div class="line">Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand,</div>
                     <div class="line">Blood and revenge are hammering in my head.</div>
                     <div class="line">Hark Tamora, the empress of my soul,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which never hopes more heaven than rests in thee,</div>
                     <div class="line">This is the day of doom for Bassianus:</div>
                     <div class="line">His Philomel must lose her tongue to-day,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy sons make pillage of her chastity</div>
                     <div class="line">And wash their hands in Bassianus' blood.</div>
                     <div class="line">Seest thou this letter? take it up, I pray thee,</div>
                     <div class="line">And give the king this fatal plotted scroll.</div>
                     <div class="line">Now question me no more; we are espied;</div>
                     <div class="line">Here comes a parcel of our hopeful booty,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which dreads not yet their lives' destruction.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                     <div class="line">Ah, my sweet Moor, sweeter to me than life!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">No more, great empress; Bassianus comes:</div>
                     <div class="line">Be cross with him; and I'll go fetch thy sons</div>
                     <div class="line">To back thy quarrels, whatsoe'er they be.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <p>Enter BASSIANUS and LAVINIA</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASSIANUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Who have we here? Rome's royal empress,</div>
                     <div class="line">Unfurnish'd of her well-beseeming troop?</div>
                     <div class="line">Or is it Dian, habited like her,</div>
                     <div class="line">Who hath abandoned her holy groves</div>
                     <div class="line">To see the general hunting in this forest?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                     <div class="line">Saucy controller of our private steps!</div>
                     <div class="line">Had I the power that some say Dian had,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy temples should be planted presently</div>
                     <div class="line">With horns, as was Actaeon's; and the hounds</div>
                     <div class="line">Should drive upon thy new-transformed limbs,</div>
                     <div class="line">Unmannerly intruder as thou art!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LAVINIA</div>
                     <div class="line">Under your patience, gentle empress,</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis thought you have a goodly gift in horning;</div>
                     <div class="line">And to be doubted that your Moor and you</div>
                     <div class="line">Are singled forth to try experiments:</div>
                     <div class="line">Jove shield your husband from his hounds to-day!</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis pity they should take him for a stag.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASSIANUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Believe me, queen, your swarth Cimmerian</div>
                     <div class="line">Doth make your honour of his body's hue,</div>
                     <div class="line">Spotted, detested, and abominable.</div>
                     <div class="line">Why are you sequester'd from all your train,</div>
                     <div class="line">Dismounted from your snow-white goodly steed.</div>
                     <div class="line">And wander'd hither to an obscure plot,</div>
                     <div class="line">Accompanied but with a barbarous Moor,</div>
                     <div class="line">If foul desire had not conducted you?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LAVINIA</div>
                     <div class="line">And, being intercepted in your sport,</div>
                     <div class="line">Great reason that my noble lord be rated</div>
                     <div class="line">For sauciness. I pray you, let us hence,</div>
                     <div class="line">And let her joy her raven-colour'd love;</div>
                     <div class="line">This valley fits the purpose passing well.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASSIANUS</div>
                     <div class="line">The king my brother shall have note of this.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LAVINIA</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, for these slips have made him noted long:</div>
                     <div class="line">Good king, to be so mightily abused!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                     <div class="line">Why have I patience to endure all this?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter DEMETRIUS and CHIRON</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">How now, dear sovereign, and our gracious mother!</div>
                     <div class="line">Why doth your highness look so pale and wan?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                     <div class="line">Have I not reason, think you, to look pale?</div>
                     <div class="line">These two have 'ticed me hither to this place:</div>
                     <div class="line">A barren detested vale, you see it is;</div>
                     <div class="line">The trees, though summer, yet forlorn and lean,</div>
                     <div class="line">O'ercome with moss and baleful mistletoe:</div>
                     <div class="line">Here never shines the sun; here nothing breeds,</div>
                     <div class="line">Unless the nightly owl or fatal raven:</div>
                     <div class="line">And when they show'd me this abhorred pit,</div>
                     <div class="line">They told me, here, at dead time of the night,</div>
                     <div class="line">A thousand fiends, a thousand hissing snakes,</div>
                     <div class="line">Ten thousand swelling toads, as many urchins,</div>
                     <div class="line">Would make such fearful and confused cries</div>
                     <div class="line">As any mortal body hearing it</div>
                     <div class="line">Should straight fall mad, or else die suddenly.</div>
                     <div class="line">No sooner had they told this hellish tale,</div>
                     <div class="line">But straight they told me they would bind me here</div>
                     <div class="line">Unto the body of a dismal yew,</div>
                     <div class="line">And leave me to this miserable death:</div>
                     <div class="line">And then they call'd me foul adulteress,</div>
                     <div class="line">Lascivious Goth, and all the bitterest terms</div>
                     <div class="line">That ever ear did hear to such effect:</div>
                     <div class="line">And, had you not by wondrous fortune come,</div>
                     <div class="line">This vengeance on me had they executed.</div>
                     <div class="line">Revenge it, as you love your mother's life,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or be ye not henceforth call'd my children.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">This is a witness that I am thy son.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Stabs BASSIANUS</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHIRON</div>
                     <div class="line">And this for me, struck home to show my strength.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Also stabs BASSIANUS, who dies</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LAVINIA</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, come, Semiramis, nay, barbarous Tamora,</div>
                     <div class="line">For no name fits thy nature but thy own!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                     <div class="line">Give me thy poniard; you shall know, my boys</div>
                     <div class="line">Your mother's hand shall right your mother's wrong.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Stay, madam; here is more belongs to her;</div>
                     <div class="line">First thrash the corn, then after burn the straw:</div>
                     <div class="line">This minion stood upon her chastity,</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon her nuptial vow, her loyalty,</div>
                     <div class="line">And with that painted hope braves your mightiness:</div>
                     <div class="line">And shall she carry this unto her grave?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHIRON</div>
                     <div class="line">An if she do, I would I were an eunuch.</div>
                     <div class="line">Drag hence her husband to some secret hole,</div>
                     <div class="line">And make his dead trunk pillow to our lust.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                     <div class="line">But when ye have the honey ye desire,</div>
                     <div class="line">Let not this wasp outlive, us both to sting.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHIRON</div>
                     <div class="line">I warrant you, madam, we will make that sure.</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, mistress, now perforce we will enjoy</div>
                     <div class="line">That nice-preserved honesty of yours.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LAVINIA</div>
                     <div class="line">O Tamora! thou bear'st a woman's face,--</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                     <div class="line">I will not hear her speak; away with her!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LAVINIA</div>
                     <div class="line">Sweet lords, entreat her hear me but a word.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Listen, fair madam: let it be your glory</div>
                     <div class="line">To see her tears; but be your heart to them</div>
                     <div class="line">As unrelenting flint to drops of rain.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LAVINIA</div>
                     <div class="line">When did the tiger's young ones teach the dam?</div>
                     <div class="line">O, do not learn her wrath; she taught it thee;</div>
                     <div class="line">The milk thou suck'dst from her did turn to marble;</div>
                     <div class="line">Even at thy teat thou hadst thy tyranny.</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet every mother breeds not sons alike:</div>
                     <p>To CHIRON</p>
                     <div class="line">Do thou entreat her show a woman pity.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHIRON</div>
                     <div class="line">What, wouldst thou have me prove myself a bastard?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LAVINIA</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis true; the raven doth not hatch a lark:</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet have I heard,--O, could I find it now!--</div>
                     <div class="line">The lion moved with pity did endure</div>
                     <div class="line">To have his princely paws pared all away:</div>
                     <div class="line">Some say that ravens foster forlorn children,</div>
                     <div class="line">The whilst their own birds famish in their nests:</div>
                     <div class="line">O, be to me, though thy hard heart say no,</div>
                     <div class="line">Nothing so kind, but something pitiful!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                     <div class="line">I know not what it means; away with her!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LAVINIA</div>
                     <div class="line">O, let me teach thee! for my father's sake,</div>
                     <div class="line">That gave thee life, when well he might have</div>
                     <div class="line">slain thee,</div>
                     <div class="line">Be not obdurate, open thy deaf ears.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                     <div class="line">Hadst thou in person ne'er offended me,</div>
                     <div class="line">Even for his sake am I pitiless.</div>
                     <div class="line">Remember, boys, I pour'd forth tears in vain,</div>
                     <div class="line">To save your brother from the sacrifice;</div>
                     <div class="line">But fierce Andronicus would not relent;</div>
                     <div class="line">Therefore, away with her, and use her as you will,</div>
                     <div class="line">The worse to her, the better loved of me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LAVINIA</div>
                     <div class="line">O Tamora, be call'd a gentle queen,</div>
                     <div class="line">And with thine own hands kill me in this place!</div>
                     <div class="line">For 'tis not life that I have begg'd so long;</div>
                     <div class="line">Poor I was slain when Bassianus died.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                     <div class="line">What begg'st thou, then? fond woman, let me go.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LAVINIA</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis present death I beg; and one thing more</div>
                     <div class="line">That womanhood denies my tongue to tell:</div>
                     <div class="line">O, keep me from their worse than killing lust,</div>
                     <div class="line">And tumble me into some loathsome pit,</div>
                     <div class="line">Where never man's eye may behold my body:</div>
                     <div class="line">Do this, and be a charitable murderer.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                     <div class="line">So should I rob my sweet sons of their fee:</div>
                     <div class="line">No, let them satisfy their lust on thee.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Away! for thou hast stay'd us here too long.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LAVINIA</div>
                     <div class="line">No grace? no womanhood? Ah, beastly creature!</div>
                     <div class="line">The blot and enemy to our general name!</div>
                     <div class="line">Confusion fall--</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHIRON</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, then I'll stop your mouth. Bring thou her husband:</div>
                     <div class="line">This is the hole where Aaron bid us hide him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>DEMETRIUS throws the body of BASSIANUS into the
pit; then exeunt DEMETRIUS and CHIRON, dragging
off LAVINIA</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                     <div class="line">Farewell, my sons: see that you make her sure.</div>
                     <div class="line">Ne'er let my heart know merry cheer indeed,</div>
                     <div class="line">Till all the Andronici be made away.</div>
                     <div class="line">Now will I hence to seek my lovely Moor,</div>
                     <div class="line">And let my spleenful sons this trull deflow'r.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <p>Re-enter AARON, with QUINTUS and MARTIUS</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">Come on, my lords, the better foot before:</div>
                     <div class="line">Straight will I bring you to the loathsome pit</div>
                     <div class="line">Where I espied the panther fast asleep.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUINTUS</div>
                     <div class="line">My sight is very dull, whate'er it bodes.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARTIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">And mine, I promise you; were't not for shame,</div>
                     <div class="line">Well could I leave our sport to sleep awhile.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Falls into the pit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUINTUS</div>
                     <div class="line">What art thou fall'n? What subtle hole is this,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whose mouth is cover'd with rude-growing briers,</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon whose leaves are drops of new-shed blood</div>
                     <div class="line">As fresh as morning dew distill'd on flowers?</div>
                     <div class="line">A very fatal place it seems to me.</div>
                     <div class="line">Speak, brother, hast thou hurt thee with the fall?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARTIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">O brother, with the dismall'st object hurt</div>
                     <div class="line">That ever eye with sight made heart lament!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Aside</span>  Now will I fetch the king to find them here,</div>
                     <div class="line">That he thereby may give a likely guess</div>
                     <div class="line">How these were they that made away his brother.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARTIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Why dost not comfort me, and help me out</div>
                     <div class="line">From this unhallowed and blood-stained hole?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUINTUS</div>
                     <div class="line">I am surprised with an uncouth fear;</div>
                     <div class="line">A chilling sweat o'er-runs my trembling joints:</div>
                     <div class="line">My heart suspects more than mine eye can see.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARTIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">To prove thou hast a true-divining heart,</div>
                     <div class="line">Aaron and thou look down into this den,</div>
                     <div class="line">And see a fearful sight of blood and death.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUINTUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Aaron is gone; and my compassionate heart</div>
                     <div class="line">Will not permit mine eyes once to behold</div>
                     <div class="line">The thing whereat it trembles by surmise;</div>
                     <div class="line">O, tell me how it is; for ne'er till now</div>
                     <div class="line">Was I a child to fear I know not what.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARTIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Lord Bassianus lies embrewed here,</div>
                     <div class="line">All on a heap, like to a slaughter'd lamb,</div>
                     <div class="line">In this detested, dark, blood-drinking pit.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUINTUS</div>
                     <div class="line">If it be dark, how dost thou know 'tis he?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARTIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon his bloody finger he doth wear</div>
                     <div class="line">A precious ring, that lightens all the hole,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which, like a taper in some monument,</div>
                     <div class="line">Doth shine upon the dead man's earthy cheeks,</div>
                     <div class="line">And shows the ragged entrails of the pit:</div>
                     <div class="line">So pale did shine the moon on Pyramus</div>
                     <div class="line">When he by night lay bathed in maiden blood.</div>
                     <div class="line">O brother, help me with thy fainting hand--</div>
                     <div class="line">If fear hath made thee faint, as me it hath--</div>
                     <div class="line">Out of this fell devouring receptacle,</div>
                     <div class="line">As hateful as Cocytus' misty mouth.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUINTUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee out;</div>
                     <div class="line">Or, wanting strength to do thee so much good,</div>
                     <div class="line">I may be pluck'd into the swallowing womb</div>
                     <div class="line">Of this deep pit, poor Bassianus' grave.</div>
                     <div class="line">I have no strength to pluck thee to the brink.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARTIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor I no strength to climb without thy help.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUINTUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy hand once more; I will not loose again,</div>
                     <div class="line">Till thou art here aloft, or I below:</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou canst not come to me: I come to thee.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Falls in</p>
               <p>Enter SATURNINUS with AARON</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Along with me: I'll see what hole is here,</div>
                     <div class="line">And what he is that now is leap'd into it.</div>
                     <div class="line">Say who art thou that lately didst descend</div>
                     <div class="line">Into this gaping hollow of the earth?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARTIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">The unhappy son of old Andronicus:</div>
                     <div class="line">Brought hither in a most unlucky hour,</div>
                     <div class="line">To find thy brother Bassianus dead.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                     <div class="line">My brother dead! I know thou dost but jest:</div>
                     <div class="line">He and his lady both are at the lodge</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon the north side of this pleasant chase;</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis not an hour since I left him there.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARTIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">We know not where you left him all alive;</div>
                     <div class="line">But, out, alas! here have we found him dead.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Re-enter TAMORA, with Attendants; TITUS
ANDRONICUS, and Lucius</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                     <div class="line">Where is my lord the king?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Here, Tamora, though grieved with killing grief.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                     <div class="line">Where is thy brother Bassianus?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Now to the bottom dost thou search my wound:</div>
                     <div class="line">Poor Bassianus here lies murdered.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                     <div class="line">Then all too late I bring this fatal writ,</div>
                     <div class="line">The complot of this timeless tragedy;</div>
                     <div class="line">And wonder greatly that man's face can fold</div>
                     <div class="line">In pleasing smiles such murderous tyranny.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>She giveth SATURNINUS a letter</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Reads</span>  'An if we miss to meet him handsomely--</div>
                     <div class="line">Sweet huntsman, Bassianus 'tis we mean--</div>
                     <div class="line">Do thou so much as dig the grave for him:</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou know'st our meaning. Look for thy reward</div>
                     <div class="line">Among the nettles at the elder-tree</div>
                     <div class="line">Which overshades the mouth of that same pit</div>
                     <div class="line">Where we decreed to bury Bassianus.</div>
                     <div class="line">Do this, and purchase us thy lasting friends.'</div>
                     <div class="line">O Tamora! was ever heard the like?</div>
                     <div class="line">This is the pit, and this the elder-tree.</div>
                     <div class="line">Look, sirs, if you can find the huntsman out</div>
                     <div class="line">That should have murdered Bassianus here.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">My gracious lord, here is the bag of gold.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>To TITUS</span>  Two of thy whelps, fell curs of</div>
                     <div class="line">bloody kind,</div>
                     <div class="line">Have here bereft my brother of his life.</div>
                     <div class="line">Sirs, drag them from the pit unto the prison:</div>
                     <div class="line">There let them bide until we have devised</div>
                     <div class="line">Some never-heard-of torturing pain for them.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                     <div class="line">What, are they in this pit? O wondrous thing!</div>
                     <div class="line">How easily murder is discovered!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">High emperor, upon my feeble knee</div>
                     <div class="line">I beg this boon, with tears not lightly shed,</div>
                     <div class="line">That this fell fault of my accursed sons,</div>
                     <div class="line">Accursed if the fault be proved in them,--</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                     <div class="line">If it be proved! you see it is apparent.</div>
                     <div class="line">Who found this letter? Tamora, was it you?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                     <div class="line">Andronicus himself did take it up.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">I did, my lord: yet let me be their bail;</div>
                     <div class="line">For, by my father's reverend tomb, I vow</div>
                     <div class="line">They shall be ready at your highness' will</div>
                     <div class="line">To answer their suspicion with their lives.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou shalt not bail them: see thou follow me.</div>
                     <div class="line">Some bring the murder'd body, some the murderers:</div>
                     <div class="line">Let them not speak a word; the guilt is plain;</div>
                     <div class="line">For, by my soul, were there worse end than death,</div>
                     <div class="line">That end upon them should be executed.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                     <div class="line">Andronicus, I will entreat the king;</div>
                     <div class="line">Fear not thy sons; they shall do well enough.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, Lucius, come; stay not to talk with them.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.4.5">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>4. SCENE IV.  Another part of the forest.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter DEMETRIUS and CHIRON with LAVINIA, ravished;
her hands cut off, and her tongue cut out</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">So, now go tell, an if thy tongue can speak,</div>
                     <div class="line">Who 'twas that cut thy tongue and ravish'd thee.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHIRON</div>
                     <div class="line">Write down thy mind, bewray thy meaning so,</div>
                     <div class="line">An if thy stumps will let thee play the scribe.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">See, how with signs and tokens she can scrowl.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHIRON</div>
                     <div class="line">Go home, call for sweet water, wash thy hands.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">She hath no tongue to call, nor hands to wash;</div>
                     <div class="line">And so let's leave her to her silent walks.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHIRON</div>
                     <div class="line">An 'twere my case, I should go hang myself.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">If thou hadst hands to help thee knit the cord.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt DEMETRIUS and CHIRON</p>
               <p>Enter MARCUS</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Who is this? my niece, that flies away so fast!</div>
                     <div class="line">Cousin, a word; where is your husband?</div>
                     <div class="line">If I do dream, would all my wealth would wake me!</div>
                     <div class="line">If I do wake, some planet strike me down,</div>
                     <div class="line">That I may slumber in eternal sleep!</div>
                     <div class="line">Speak, gentle niece, what stern ungentle hands</div>
                     <div class="line">Have lopp'd and hew'd and made thy body bare</div>
                     <div class="line">Of her two branches, those sweet ornaments,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whose circling shadows kings have sought to sleep in,</div>
                     <div class="line">And might not gain so great a happiness</div>
                     <div class="line">As have thy love? Why dost not speak to me?</div>
                     <div class="line">Alas, a crimson river of warm blood,</div>
                     <div class="line">Like to a bubbling fountain stirr'd with wind,</div>
                     <div class="line">Doth rise and fall between thy rosed lips,</div>
                     <div class="line">Coming and going with thy honey breath.</div>
                     <div class="line">But, sure, some Tereus hath deflowered thee,</div>
                     <div class="line">And, lest thou shouldst detect him, cut thy tongue.</div>
                     <div class="line">Ah, now thou turn'st away thy face for shame!</div>
                     <div class="line">And, notwithstanding all this loss of blood,</div>
                     <div class="line">As from a conduit with three issuing spouts,</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet do thy cheeks look red as Titan's face</div>
                     <div class="line">Blushing to be encountered with a cloud.</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall I speak for thee? shall I say 'tis so?</div>
                     <div class="line">O, that I knew thy heart; and knew the beast,</div>
                     <div class="line">That I might rail at him, to ease my mind!</div>
                     <div class="line">Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopp'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">Doth burn the heart to cinders where it is.</div>
                     <div class="line">Fair Philomela, she but lost her tongue,</div>
                     <div class="line">And in a tedious sampler sew'd her mind:</div>
                     <div class="line">But, lovely niece, that mean is cut from thee;</div>
                     <div class="line">A craftier Tereus, cousin, hast thou met,</div>
                     <div class="line">And he hath cut those pretty fingers off,</div>
                     <div class="line">That could have better sew'd than Philomel.</div>
                     <div class="line">O, had the monster seen those lily hands</div>
                     <div class="line">Tremble, like aspen-leaves, upon a lute,</div>
                     <div class="line">And make the silken strings delight to kiss them,</div>
                     <div class="line">He would not then have touch'd them for his life!</div>
                     <div class="line">Or, had he heard the heavenly harmony</div>
                     <div class="line">Which that sweet tongue hath made,</div>
                     <div class="line">He would have dropp'd his knife, and fell asleep</div>
                     <div class="line">As Cerberus at the Thracian poet's feet.</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, let us go, and make thy father blind;</div>
                     <div class="line">For such a sight will blind a father's eye:</div>
                     <div class="line">One hour's storm will drown the fragrant meads;</div>
                     <div class="line">What will whole months of tears thy father's eyes?</div>
                     <div class="line">Do not draw back, for we will mourn with thee</div>
                     <div class="line">O, could our mourning ease thy misery!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
         </article>
         <article class="chapter" id="R.1.5">
            <header class="chapter-titlepage">
               <h2>Chapter 3. ACT III</h2>
            </header>
            <div class="lists-of-titles">
               <div class="toc">
                  <p>
                     <b>Table of Contents</b>
                  </p>
                  <ul class="toc">
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.5.2">1. SCENE I.  Rome. A street.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.5.3">2. SCENE II.  A room in Titus's house. A banquet set out.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                  </ul>
               </div>
            </div>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.5.2">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>1. SCENE I.  Rome. A street.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter Judges, Senators and Tribunes, with MARTIUS
and QUINTUS, bound, passing on to the place of
execution; TITUS going before, pleading</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Hear me, grave fathers! noble tribunes, stay!</div>
                     <div class="line">For pity of mine age, whose youth was spent</div>
                     <div class="line">In dangerous wars, whilst you securely slept;</div>
                     <div class="line">For all my blood in Rome's great quarrel shed;</div>
                     <div class="line">For all the frosty nights that I have watch'd;</div>
                     <div class="line">And for these bitter tears, which now you see</div>
                     <div class="line">Filling the aged wrinkles in my cheeks;</div>
                     <div class="line">Be pitiful to my condemned sons,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whose souls are not corrupted as 'tis thought.</div>
                     <div class="line">For two and twenty sons I never wept,</div>
                     <div class="line">Because they died in honour's lofty bed.</div>
                     <p>Lieth down; the Judges, &c., pass by him, and Exeunt</p>
                     <div class="line">For these, these, tribunes, in the dust I write</div>
                     <div class="line">My heart's deep languor and my soul's sad tears:</div>
                     <div class="line">Let my tears stanch the earth's dry appetite;</div>
                     <div class="line">My sons' sweet blood will make it shame and blush.</div>
                     <div class="line">O earth, I will befriend thee more with rain,</div>
                     <div class="line">That shall distil from these two ancient urns,</div>
                     <div class="line">Than youthful April shall with all his showers:</div>
                     <div class="line">In summer's drought I'll drop upon thee still;</div>
                     <div class="line">In winter with warm tears I'll melt the snow</div>
                     <div class="line">And keep eternal spring-time on thy face,</div>
                     <div class="line">So thou refuse to drink my dear sons' blood.</div>
                     <p>Enter LUCIUS, with his sword drawn</p>
                     <div class="line">O reverend tribunes! O gentle, aged men!</div>
                     <div class="line">Unbind my sons, reverse the doom of death;</div>
                     <div class="line">And let me say, that never wept before,</div>
                     <div class="line">My tears are now prevailing orators.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">O noble father, you lament in vain:</div>
                     <div class="line">The tribunes hear you not; no man is by;</div>
                     <div class="line">And you recount your sorrows to a stone.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Ah, Lucius, for thy brothers let me plead.</div>
                     <div class="line">Grave tribunes, once more I entreat of you,--</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">My gracious lord, no tribune hears you speak.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, tis no matter, man; if they did hear,</div>
                     <div class="line">They would not mark me, or if they did mark,</div>
                     <div class="line">They would not pity me, yet plead I must;</div>
                     <div class="line">And bootless unto them.</div>
                     <div class="line">Therefore I tell my sorrows to the stones;</div>
                     <div class="line">Who, though they cannot answer my distress,</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet in some sort they are better than the tribunes,</div>
                     <div class="line">For that they will not intercept my tale:</div>
                     <div class="line">When I do weep, they humbly at my feet</div>
                     <div class="line">Receive my tears and seem to weep with me;</div>
                     <div class="line">And, were they but attired in grave weeds,</div>
                     <div class="line">Rome could afford no tribune like to these.</div>
                     <div class="line">A stone is soft as wax,--tribunes more hard than stones;</div>
                     <div class="line">A stone is silent, and offendeth not,</div>
                     <div class="line">And tribunes with their tongues doom men to death.</div>
                     <p>Rises</p>
                     <div class="line">But wherefore stand'st thou with thy weapon drawn?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">To rescue my two brothers from their death:</div>
                     <div class="line">For which attempt the judges have pronounced</div>
                     <div class="line">My everlasting doom of banishment.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">O happy man! they have befriended thee.</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, foolish Lucius, dost thou not perceive</div>
                     <div class="line">That Rome is but a wilderness of tigers?</div>
                     <div class="line">Tigers must prey, and Rome affords no prey</div>
                     <div class="line">But me and mine: how happy art thou, then,</div>
                     <div class="line">From these devourers to be banished!</div>
                     <div class="line">But who comes with our brother Marcus here?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter MARCUS and LAVINIA</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Titus, prepare thy aged eyes to weep;</div>
                     <div class="line">Or, if not so, thy noble heart to break:</div>
                     <div class="line">I bring consuming sorrow to thine age.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Will it consume me? let me see it, then.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">This was thy daughter.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, Marcus, so she is.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay me, this object kills me!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Faint-hearted boy, arise, and look upon her.</div>
                     <div class="line">Speak, Lavinia, what accursed hand</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath made thee handless in thy father's sight?</div>
                     <div class="line">What fool hath added water to the sea,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or brought a faggot to bright-burning Troy?</div>
                     <div class="line">My grief was at the height before thou camest,</div>
                     <div class="line">And now like Nilus, it disdaineth bounds.</div>
                     <div class="line">Give me a sword, I'll chop off my hands too;</div>
                     <div class="line">For they have fought for Rome, and all in vain;</div>
                     <div class="line">And they have nursed this woe, in feeding life;</div>
                     <div class="line">In bootless prayer have they been held up,</div>
                     <div class="line">And they have served me to effectless use:</div>
                     <div class="line">Now all the service I require of them</div>
                     <div class="line">Is that the one will help to cut the other.</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis well, Lavinia, that thou hast no hands;</div>
                     <div class="line">For hands, to do Rome service, are but vain.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Speak, gentle sister, who hath martyr'd thee?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">O, that delightful engine of her thoughts</div>
                     <div class="line">That blabb'd them with such pleasing eloquence,</div>
                     <div class="line">Is torn from forth that pretty hollow cage,</div>
                     <div class="line">Where, like a sweet melodious bird, it sung</div>
                     <div class="line">Sweet varied notes, enchanting every ear!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">O, say thou for her, who hath done this deed?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">O, thus I found her, straying in the park,</div>
                     <div class="line">Seeking to hide herself, as doth the deer</div>
                     <div class="line">That hath received some unrecuring wound.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">It was my deer; and he that wounded her</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath hurt me more than had he killed me dead:</div>
                     <div class="line">For now I stand as one upon a rock</div>
                     <div class="line">Environed with a wilderness of sea,</div>
                     <div class="line">Who marks the waxing tide grow wave by wave,</div>
                     <div class="line">Expecting ever when some envious surge</div>
                     <div class="line">Will in his brinish bowels swallow him.</div>
                     <div class="line">This way to death my wretched sons are gone;</div>
                     <div class="line">Here stands my other son, a banished man,</div>
                     <div class="line">And here my brother, weeping at my woes.</div>
                     <div class="line">But that which gives my soul the greatest spurn,</div>
                     <div class="line">Is dear Lavinia, dearer than my soul.</div>
                     <div class="line">Had I but seen thy picture in this plight,</div>
                     <div class="line">It would have madded me: what shall I do</div>
                     <div class="line">Now I behold thy lively body so?</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou hast no hands, to wipe away thy tears:</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor tongue, to tell me who hath martyr'd thee:</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy husband he is dead: and for his death</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy brothers are condemn'd, and dead by this.</div>
                     <div class="line">Look, Marcus! ah, son Lucius, look on her!</div>
                     <div class="line">When I did name her brothers, then fresh tears</div>
                     <div class="line">Stood on her cheeks, as doth the honey-dew</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon a gather'd lily almost wither'd.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Perchance she weeps because they kill'd her husband;</div>
                     <div class="line">Perchance because she knows them innocent.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">If they did kill thy husband, then be joyful</div>
                     <div class="line">Because the law hath ta'en revenge on them.</div>
                     <div class="line">No, no, they would not do so foul a deed;</div>
                     <div class="line">Witness the sorrow that their sister makes.</div>
                     <div class="line">Gentle Lavinia, let me kiss thy lips.</div>
                     <div class="line">Or make some sign how I may do thee ease:</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall thy good uncle, and thy brother Lucius,</div>
                     <div class="line">And thou, and I, sit round about some fountain,</div>
                     <div class="line">Looking all downwards to behold our cheeks</div>
                     <div class="line">How they are stain'd, as meadows, yet not dry,</div>
                     <div class="line">With miry slime left on them by a flood?</div>
                     <div class="line">And in the fountain shall we gaze so long</div>
                     <div class="line">Till the fresh taste be taken from that clearness,</div>
                     <div class="line">And made a brine-pit with our bitter tears?</div>
                     <div class="line">Or shall we cut away our hands, like thine?</div>
                     <div class="line">Or shall we bite our tongues, and in dumb shows</div>
                     <div class="line">Pass the remainder of our hateful days?</div>
                     <div class="line">What shall we do? let us, that have our tongues,</div>
                     <div class="line">Plot some deuce of further misery,</div>
                     <div class="line">To make us wonder'd at in time to come.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Sweet father, cease your tears; for, at your grief,</div>
                     <div class="line">See how my wretched sister sobs and weeps.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Patience, dear niece. Good Titus, dry thine eyes.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Ah, Marcus, Marcus! brother, well I wot</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy napkin cannot drink a tear of mine,</div>
                     <div class="line">For thou, poor man, hast drown'd it with thine own.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Ah, my Lavinia, I will wipe thy cheeks.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Mark, Marcus, mark! I understand her signs:</div>
                     <div class="line">Had she a tongue to speak, now would she say</div>
                     <div class="line">That to her brother which I said to thee:</div>
                     <div class="line">His napkin, with his true tears all bewet,</div>
                     <div class="line">Can do no service on her sorrowful cheeks.</div>
                     <div class="line">O, what a sympathy of woe is this,</div>
                     <div class="line">As far from help as Limbo is from bliss!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter AARON</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">Titus Andronicus, my lord the emperor</div>
                     <div class="line">Sends thee this word,--that, if thou love thy sons,</div>
                     <div class="line">Let Marcus, Lucius, or thyself, old Titus,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or any one of you, chop off your hand,</div>
                     <div class="line">And send it to the king: he for the same</div>
                     <div class="line">Will send thee hither both thy sons alive;</div>
                     <div class="line">And that shall be the ransom for their fault.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">O gracious emperor! O gentle Aaron!</div>
                     <div class="line">Did ever raven sing so like a lark,</div>
                     <div class="line">That gives sweet tidings of the sun's uprise?</div>
                     <div class="line">With all my heart, I'll send the emperor My hand:</div>
                     <div class="line">Good Aaron, wilt thou help to chop it off?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Stay, father! for that noble hand of thine,</div>
                     <div class="line">That hath thrown down so many enemies,</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall not be sent: my hand will serve the turn:</div>
                     <div class="line">My youth can better spare my blood than you;</div>
                     <div class="line">And therefore mine shall save my brothers' lives.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Which of your hands hath not defended Rome,</div>
                     <div class="line">And rear'd aloft the bloody battle-axe,</div>
                     <div class="line">Writing destruction on the enemy's castle?</div>
                     <div class="line">O, none of both but are of high desert:</div>
                     <div class="line">My hand hath been but idle; let it serve</div>
                     <div class="line">To ransom my two nephews from their death;</div>
                     <div class="line">Then have I kept it to a worthy end.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, come, agree whose hand shall go along,</div>
                     <div class="line">For fear they die before their pardon come.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">My hand shall go.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">By heaven, it shall not go!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Sirs, strive no more: such wither'd herbs as these</div>
                     <div class="line">Are meet for plucking up, and therefore mine.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Sweet father, if I shall be thought thy son,</div>
                     <div class="line">Let me redeem my brothers both from death.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">And, for our father's sake and mother's care,</div>
                     <div class="line">Now let me show a brother's love to thee.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Agree between you; I will spare my hand.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Then I'll go fetch an axe.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">But I will use the axe.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt LUCIUS and MARCUS</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Come hither, Aaron; I'll deceive them both:</div>
                     <div class="line">Lend me thy hand, and I will give thee mine.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Aside</span>  If that be call'd deceit, I will be honest,</div>
                     <div class="line">And never, whilst I live, deceive men so:</div>
                     <div class="line">But I'll deceive you in another sort,</div>
                     <div class="line">And that you'll say, ere half an hour pass.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Cuts off TITUS's hand</p>
               <p>Re-enter LUCIUS and MARCUS</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Now stay your strife: what shall be is dispatch'd.</div>
                     <div class="line">Good Aaron, give his majesty my hand:</div>
                     <div class="line">Tell him it was a hand that warded him</div>
                     <div class="line">From thousand dangers; bid him bury it</div>
                     <div class="line">More hath it merited; that let it have.</div>
                     <div class="line">As for my sons, say I account of them</div>
                     <div class="line">As jewels purchased at an easy price;</div>
                     <div class="line">And yet dear too, because I bought mine own.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">I go, Andronicus: and for thy hand</div>
                     <div class="line">Look by and by to have thy sons with thee.</div>
                     <p>Aside</p>
                     <div class="line">Their heads, I mean. O, how this villany</div>
                     <div class="line">Doth fat me with the very thoughts of it!</div>
                     <div class="line">Let fools do good, and fair men call for grace.</div>
                     <div class="line">Aaron will have his soul black like his face.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">O, here I lift this one hand up to heaven,</div>
                     <div class="line">And bow this feeble ruin to the earth:</div>
                     <div class="line">If any power pities wretched tears,</div>
                     <div class="line">To that I call!</div>
                     <p>To LAVINIA</p>
                     <div class="line">What, wilt thou kneel with me?</div>
                     <div class="line">Do, then, dear heart; for heaven shall hear our prayers;</div>
                     <div class="line">Or with our sighs we'll breathe the welkin dim,</div>
                     <div class="line">And stain the sun with fog, as sometime clouds</div>
                     <div class="line">When they do hug him in their melting bosoms.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">O brother, speak with possibilities,</div>
                     <div class="line">And do not break into these deep extremes.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Is not my sorrow deep, having no bottom?</div>
                     <div class="line">Then be my passions bottomless with them.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">But yet let reason govern thy lament.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">If there were reason for these miseries,</div>
                     <div class="line">Then into limits could I bind my woes:</div>
                     <div class="line">When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'erflow?</div>
                     <div class="line">If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad,</div>
                     <div class="line">Threatening the welkin with his big-swoln face?</div>
                     <div class="line">And wilt thou have a reason for this coil?</div>
                     <div class="line">I am the sea; hark, how her sighs do blow!</div>
                     <div class="line">She is the weeping welkin, I the earth:</div>
                     <div class="line">Then must my sea be moved with her sighs;</div>
                     <div class="line">Then must my earth with her continual tears</div>
                     <div class="line">Become a deluge, overflow'd and drown'd;</div>
                     <div class="line">For why my bowels cannot hide her woes,</div>
                     <div class="line">But like a drunkard must I vomit them.</div>
                     <div class="line">Then give me leave, for losers will have leave</div>
                     <div class="line">To ease their stomachs with their bitter tongues.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter a Messenger, with two heads and a hand</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Messenger</div>
                     <div class="line">Worthy Andronicus, ill art thou repaid</div>
                     <div class="line">For that good hand thou sent'st the emperor.</div>
                     <div class="line">Here are the heads of thy two noble sons;</div>
                     <div class="line">And here's thy hand, in scorn to thee sent back;</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy griefs their sports, thy resolution mock'd;</div>
                     <div class="line">That woe is me to think upon thy woes</div>
                     <div class="line">More than remembrance of my father's death.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Now let hot AEtna cool in Sicily,</div>
                     <div class="line">And be my heart an ever-burning hell!</div>
                     <div class="line">These miseries are more than may be borne.</div>
                     <div class="line">To weep with them that weep doth ease some deal;</div>
                     <div class="line">But sorrow flouted at is double death.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Ah, that this sight should make so deep a wound,</div>
                     <div class="line">And yet detested life not shrink thereat!</div>
                     <div class="line">That ever death should let life bear his name,</div>
                     <div class="line">Where life hath no more interest but to breathe!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>LAVINIA kisses TITUS</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Alas, poor heart, that kiss is comfortless</div>
                     <div class="line">As frozen water to a starved snake.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">When will this fearful slumber have an end?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Now, farewell, flattery: die, Andronicus;</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou dost not slumber: see, thy two sons' heads,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy warlike hand, thy mangled daughter here:</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy other banish'd son, with this dear sight</div>
                     <div class="line">Struck pale and bloodless; and thy brother, I,</div>
                     <div class="line">Even like a stony image, cold and numb.</div>
                     <div class="line">Ah, now no more will I control thy griefs:</div>
                     <div class="line">Rend off thy silver hair, thy other hand</div>
                     <div class="line">Gnawing with thy teeth; and be this dismal sight</div>
                     <div class="line">The closing up of our most wretched eyes;</div>
                     <div class="line">Now is a time to storm; why art thou still?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Ha, ha, ha!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Why dost thou laugh? it fits not with this hour.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, I have not another tear to shed:</div>
                     <div class="line">Besides, this sorrow is an enemy,</div>
                     <div class="line">And would usurp upon my watery eyes</div>
                     <div class="line">And make them blind with tributary tears:</div>
                     <div class="line">Then which way shall I find Revenge's cave?</div>
                     <div class="line">For these two heads do seem to speak to me,</div>
                     <div class="line">And threat me I shall never come to bliss</div>
                     <div class="line">Till all these mischiefs be return'd again</div>
                     <div class="line">Even in their throats that have committed them.</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, let me see what task I have to do.</div>
                     <div class="line">You heavy people, circle me about,</div>
                     <div class="line">That I may turn me to each one of you,</div>
                     <div class="line">And swear unto my soul to right your wrongs.</div>
                     <div class="line">The vow is made. Come, brother, take a head;</div>
                     <div class="line">And in this hand the other I will bear.</div>
                     <div class="line">Lavinia, thou shalt be employ'd: these arms!</div>
                     <div class="line">Bear thou my hand, sweet wench, between thy teeth.</div>
                     <div class="line">As for thee, boy, go get thee from my sight;</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou art an exile, and thou must not stay:</div>
                     <div class="line">Hie to the Goths, and raise an army there:</div>
                     <div class="line">And, if you love me, as I think you do,</div>
                     <div class="line">Let's kiss and part, for we have much to do.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt TITUS, MARCUS, and LAVINIA</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Farewell Andronicus, my noble father,</div>
                     <div class="line">The wofull'st man that ever lived in Rome:</div>
                     <div class="line">Farewell, proud Rome; till Lucius come again,</div>
                     <div class="line">He leaves his pledges dearer than his life:</div>
                     <div class="line">Farewell, Lavinia, my noble sister;</div>
                     <div class="line">O, would thou wert as thou tofore hast been!</div>
                     <div class="line">But now nor Lucius nor Lavinia lives</div>
                     <div class="line">But in oblivion and hateful griefs.</div>
                     <div class="line">If Lucius live, he will requite your wrongs;</div>
                     <div class="line">And make proud Saturnine and his empress</div>
                     <div class="line">Beg at the gates, like Tarquin and his queen.</div>
                     <div class="line">Now will I to the Goths, and raise a power,</div>
                     <div class="line">To be revenged on Rome and Saturnine.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.5.3">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>2. SCENE II.  A room in Titus's house. A banquet set out.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter TITUS, MARCUS, LAVINIA and Young LUCIUS, a boy</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">So, so; now sit: and look you eat no more</div>
                     <div class="line">Than will preserve just so much strength in us</div>
                     <div class="line">As will revenge these bitter woes of ours.</div>
                     <div class="line">Marcus, unknit that sorrow-wreathen knot:</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy niece and I, poor creatures, want our hands,</div>
                     <div class="line">And cannot passionate our tenfold grief</div>
                     <div class="line">With folded arms. This poor right hand of mine</div>
                     <div class="line">Is left to tyrannize upon my breast;</div>
                     <div class="line">Who, when my heart, all mad with misery,</div>
                     <div class="line">Beats in this hollow prison of my flesh,</div>
                     <div class="line">Then thus I thump it down.</div>
                     <p>To LAVINIA</p>
                     <div class="line">Thou map of woe, that thus dost talk in signs!</div>
                     <div class="line">When thy poor heart beats with outrageous beating,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou canst not strike it thus to make it still.</div>
                     <div class="line">Wound it with sighing, girl, kill it with groans;</div>
                     <div class="line">Or get some little knife between thy teeth,</div>
                     <div class="line">And just against thy heart make thou a hole;</div>
                     <div class="line">That all the tears that thy poor eyes let fall</div>
                     <div class="line">May run into that sink, and soaking in</div>
                     <div class="line">Drown the lamenting fool in sea-salt tears.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Fie, brother, fie! teach her not thus to lay</div>
                     <div class="line">Such violent hands upon her tender life.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">How now! has sorrow made thee dote already?</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, Marcus, no man should be mad but I.</div>
                     <div class="line">What violent hands can she lay on her life?</div>
                     <div class="line">Ah, wherefore dost thou urge the name of hands;</div>
                     <div class="line">To bid AEneas tell the tale twice o'er,</div>
                     <div class="line">How Troy was burnt and he made miserable?</div>
                     <div class="line">O, handle not the theme, to talk of hands,</div>
                     <div class="line">Lest we remember still that we have none.</div>
                     <div class="line">Fie, fie, how franticly I square my talk,</div>
                     <div class="line">As if we should forget we had no hands,</div>
                     <div class="line">If Marcus did not name the word of hands!</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, let's fall to; and, gentle girl, eat this:</div>
                     <div class="line">Here is no drink! Hark, Marcus, what she says;</div>
                     <div class="line">I can interpret all her martyr'd signs;</div>
                     <div class="line">She says she drinks no other drink but tears,</div>
                     <div class="line">Brew'd with her sorrow, mesh'd upon her cheeks:</div>
                     <div class="line">Speechless complainer, I will learn thy thought;</div>
                     <div class="line">In thy dumb action will I be as perfect</div>
                     <div class="line">As begging hermits in their holy prayers:</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou shalt not sigh, nor hold thy stumps to heaven,</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor wink, nor nod, nor kneel, nor make a sign,</div>
                     <div class="line">But I of these will wrest an alphabet</div>
                     <div class="line">And by still practise learn to know thy meaning.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Young LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Good grandsire, leave these bitter deep laments:</div>
                     <div class="line">Make my aunt merry with some pleasing tale.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Alas, the tender boy, in passion moved,</div>
                     <div class="line">Doth weep to see his grandsire's heaviness.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Peace, tender sapling; thou art made of tears,</div>
                     <div class="line">And tears will quickly melt thy life away.</div>
                     <p>MARCUS strikes the dish with a knife</p>
                     <div class="line">What dost thou strike at, Marcus, with thy knife?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">At that that I have kill'd, my lord; a fly.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Out on thee, murderer! thou kill'st my heart;</div>
                     <div class="line">Mine eyes are cloy'd with view of tyranny:</div>
                     <div class="line">A deed of death done on the innocent</div>
                     <div class="line">Becomes not Titus' brother: get thee gone:</div>
                     <div class="line">I see thou art not for my company.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Alas, my lord, I have but kill'd a fly.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">But how, if that fly had a father and mother?</div>
                     <div class="line">How would he hang his slender gilded wings,</div>
                     <div class="line">And buzz lamenting doings in the air!</div>
                     <div class="line">Poor harmless fly,</div>
                     <div class="line">That, with his pretty buzzing melody,</div>
                     <div class="line">Came here to make us merry! and thou hast</div>
                     <div class="line">kill'd him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Pardon me, sir; it was a black ill-favor'd fly,</div>
                     <div class="line">Like to the empress' Moor; therefore I kill'd him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">O, O, O,</div>
                     <div class="line">Then pardon me for reprehending thee,</div>
                     <div class="line">For thou hast done a charitable deed.</div>
                     <div class="line">Give me thy knife, I will insult on him;</div>
                     <div class="line">Flattering myself, as if it were the Moor</div>
                     <div class="line">Come hither purposely to poison me.--</div>
                     <div class="line">There's for thyself, and that's for Tamora.</div>
                     <div class="line">Ah, sirrah!</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet, I think, we are not brought so low,</div>
                     <div class="line">But that between us we can kill a fly</div>
                     <div class="line">That comes in likeness of a coal-black Moor.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Alas, poor man! grief has so wrought on him,</div>
                     <div class="line">He takes false shadows for true substances.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, take away. Lavinia, go with me:</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll to thy closet; and go read with thee</div>
                     <div class="line">Sad stories chanced in the times of old.</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, boy, and go with me: thy sight is young,</div>
                     <div class="line">And thou shalt read when mine begin to dazzle.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
         </article>
         <article class="chapter" id="R.1.6">
            <header class="chapter-titlepage">
               <h2>Chapter 4. ACT IV</h2>
            </header>
            <div class="lists-of-titles">
               <div class="toc">
                  <p>
                     <b>Table of Contents</b>
                  </p>
                  <ul class="toc">
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.6.2">1. SCENE I.  Rome. Titus's garden.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.6.3">2. SCENE II.  The same. A room in the palace.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.6.4">3. SCENE III.  The same. A public place.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.6.5">4. SCENE IV.  The same. Before the palace.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                  </ul>
               </div>
            </div>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.6.2">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>1. SCENE I.  Rome. Titus's garden.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter young LUCIUS, and LAVINIA running after him,
and the boy flies from her, with books under his
arm. Then enter TITUS and MARCUS</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Young LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Help, grandsire, help! my aunt Lavinia</div>
                     <div class="line">Follows me every where, I know not why:</div>
                     <div class="line">Good uncle Marcus, see how swift she comes.</div>
                     <div class="line">Alas, sweet aunt, I know not what you mean.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Stand by me, Lucius; do not fear thine aunt.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">She loves thee, boy, too well to do thee harm.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Young LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, when my father was in Rome she did.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">What means my niece Lavinia by these signs?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Fear her not, Lucius: somewhat doth she mean:</div>
                     <div class="line">See, Lucius, see how much she makes of thee:</div>
                     <div class="line">Somewhither would she have thee go with her.</div>
                     <div class="line">Ah, boy, Cornelia never with more care</div>
                     <div class="line">Read to her sons than she hath read to thee</div>
                     <div class="line">Sweet poetry and Tully's Orator.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Canst thou not guess wherefore she plies thee thus?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Young LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">My lord, I know not, I, nor can I guess,</div>
                     <div class="line">Unless some fit or frenzy do possess her:</div>
                     <div class="line">For I have heard my grandsire say full oft,</div>
                     <div class="line">Extremity of griefs would make men mad;</div>
                     <div class="line">And I have read that Hecuba of Troy</div>
                     <div class="line">Ran mad through sorrow: that made me to fear;</div>
                     <div class="line">Although, my lord, I know my noble aunt</div>
                     <div class="line">Loves me as dear as e'er my mother did,</div>
                     <div class="line">And would not, but in fury, fright my youth:</div>
                     <div class="line">Which made me down to throw my books, and fly--</div>
                     <div class="line">Causeless, perhaps. But pardon me, sweet aunt:</div>
                     <div class="line">And, madam, if my uncle Marcus go,</div>
                     <div class="line">I will most willingly attend your ladyship.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Lucius, I will.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>LAVINIA turns over with her stumps the books which
LUCIUS has let fall</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">How now, Lavinia! Marcus, what means this?</div>
                     <div class="line">Some book there is that she desires to see.</div>
                     <div class="line">Which is it, girl, of these? Open them, boy.</div>
                     <div class="line">But thou art deeper read, and better skill'd</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, and take choice of all my library,</div>
                     <div class="line">And so beguile thy sorrow, till the heavens</div>
                     <div class="line">Reveal the damn'd contriver of this deed.</div>
                     <div class="line">Why lifts she up her arms in sequence thus?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">I think she means that there was more than one</div>
                     <div class="line">Confederate in the fact: ay, more there was;</div>
                     <div class="line">Or else to heaven she heaves them for revenge.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Lucius, what book is that she tosseth so?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Young LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Grandsire, 'tis Ovid's Metamorphoses;</div>
                     <div class="line">My mother gave it me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">For love of her that's gone,</div>
                     <div class="line">Perhaps she cull'd it from among the rest.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Soft! see how busily she turns the leaves!</div>
                     <p>Helping her</p>
                     <div class="line">What would she find? Lavinia, shall I read?</div>
                     <div class="line">This is the tragic tale of Philomel,</div>
                     <div class="line">And treats of Tereus' treason and his rape:</div>
                     <div class="line">And rape, I fear, was root of thine annoy.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">See, brother, see; note how she quotes the leaves.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Lavinia, wert thou thus surprised, sweet girl,</div>
                     <div class="line">Ravish'd and wrong'd, as Philomela was,</div>
                     <div class="line">Forced in the ruthless, vast, and gloomy woods? See, see!</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, such a place there is, where we did hunt--</div>
                     <div class="line">O, had we never, never hunted there!--</div>
                     <div class="line">Pattern'd by that the poet here describes,</div>
                     <div class="line">By nature made for murders and for rapes.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">O, why should nature build so foul a den,</div>
                     <div class="line">Unless the gods delight in tragedies?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Give signs, sweet girl, for here are none</div>
                     <div class="line">but friends,</div>
                     <div class="line">What Roman lord it was durst do the deed:</div>
                     <div class="line">Or slunk not Saturnine, as Tarquin erst,</div>
                     <div class="line">That left the camp to sin in Lucrece' bed?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Sit down, sweet niece: brother, sit down by me.</div>
                     <div class="line">Apollo, Pallas, Jove, or Mercury,</div>
                     <div class="line">Inspire me, that I may this treason find!</div>
                     <div class="line">My lord, look here: look here, Lavinia:</div>
                     <div class="line">This sandy plot is plain; guide, if thou canst</div>
                     <div class="line">This after me, when I have writ my name</div>
                     <div class="line">Without the help of any hand at all.</div>
                     <p>He writes his name with his staff, and guides it
with feet and mouth</p>
                     <div class="line">Cursed be that heart that forced us to this shift!</div>
                     <div class="line">Write thou good niece; and here display, at last,</div>
                     <div class="line">What God will have discover'd for revenge;</div>
                     <div class="line">Heaven guide thy pen to print thy sorrows plain,</div>
                     <div class="line">That we may know the traitors and the truth!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>She takes the staff in her mouth, and guides it
with her stumps, and writes</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">O, do ye read, my lord, what she hath writ?</div>
                     <div class="line">'Stuprum. Chiron. Demetrius.'</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">What, what! the lustful sons of Tamora</div>
                     <div class="line">Performers of this heinous, bloody deed?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Magni Dominator poli,</div>
                     <div class="line">Tam lentus audis scelera? tam lentus vides?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">O, calm thee, gentle lord; although I know</div>
                     <div class="line">There is enough written upon this earth</div>
                     <div class="line">To stir a mutiny in the mildest thoughts</div>
                     <div class="line">And arm the minds of infants to exclaims.</div>
                     <div class="line">My lord, kneel down with me; Lavinia, kneel;</div>
                     <div class="line">And kneel, sweet boy, the Roman Hector's hope;</div>
                     <div class="line">And swear with me, as, with the woful fere</div>
                     <div class="line">And father of that chaste dishonour'd dame,</div>
                     <div class="line">Lord Junius Brutus sware for Lucrece' rape,</div>
                     <div class="line">That we will prosecute by good advice</div>
                     <div class="line">Mortal revenge upon these traitorous Goths,</div>
                     <div class="line">And see their blood, or die with this reproach.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis sure enough, an you knew how.</div>
                     <div class="line">But if you hunt these bear-whelps, then beware:</div>
                     <div class="line">The dam will wake; and, if she wind you once,</div>
                     <div class="line">She's with the lion deeply still in league,</div>
                     <div class="line">And lulls him whilst she playeth on her back,</div>
                     <div class="line">And when he sleeps will she do what she list.</div>
                     <div class="line">You are a young huntsman, Marcus; let it alone;</div>
                     <div class="line">And, come, I will go get a leaf of brass,</div>
                     <div class="line">And with a gad of steel will write these words,</div>
                     <div class="line">And lay it by: the angry northern wind</div>
                     <div class="line">Will blow these sands, like Sibyl's leaves, abroad,</div>
                     <div class="line">And where's your lesson, then? Boy, what say you?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Young LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">I say, my lord, that if I were a man,</div>
                     <div class="line">Their mother's bed-chamber should not be safe</div>
                     <div class="line">For these bad bondmen to the yoke of Rome.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, that's my boy! thy father hath full oft</div>
                     <div class="line">For his ungrateful country done the like.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Young LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">And, uncle, so will I, an if I live.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, go with me into mine armoury;</div>
                     <div class="line">Lucius, I'll fit thee; and withal, my boy,</div>
                     <div class="line">Shalt carry from me to the empress' sons</div>
                     <div class="line">Presents that I intend to send them both:</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, come; thou'lt do thy message, wilt thou not?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Young LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, with my dagger in their bosoms, grandsire.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">No, boy, not so; I'll teach thee another course.</div>
                     <div class="line">Lavinia, come. Marcus, look to my house:</div>
                     <div class="line">Lucius and I'll go brave it at the court:</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, marry, will we, sir; and we'll be waited on.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt TITUS, LAVINIA, and Young LUCIUS</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">O heavens, can you hear a good man groan,</div>
                     <div class="line">And not relent, or not compassion him?</div>
                     <div class="line">Marcus, attend him in his ecstasy,</div>
                     <div class="line">That hath more scars of sorrow in his heart</div>
                     <div class="line">Than foemen's marks upon his batter'd shield;</div>
                     <div class="line">But yet so just that he will not revenge.</div>
                     <div class="line">Revenge, ye heavens, for old Andronicus!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.6.3">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>2. SCENE II.  The same. A room in the palace.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter, from one side, AARON, DEMETRIUS, and
CHIRON; from the other side, Young LUCIUS, and an
Attendant, with a bundle of weapons, and verses
writ upon them</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHIRON</div>
                     <div class="line">Demetrius, here's the son of Lucius;</div>
                     <div class="line">He hath some message to deliver us.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, some mad message from his mad grandfather.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Young LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">My lords, with all the humbleness I may,</div>
                     <div class="line">I greet your honours from Andronicus.</div>
                     <p>Aside</p>
                     <div class="line">And pray the Roman gods confound you both!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Gramercy, lovely Lucius: what's the news?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Young LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Aside</span>  That you are both decipher'd, that's the news,</div>
                     <div class="line">For villains mark'd with rape.--May it please you,</div>
                     <div class="line">My grandsire, well advised, hath sent by me</div>
                     <div class="line">The goodliest weapons of his armoury</div>
                     <div class="line">To gratify your honourable youth,</div>
                     <div class="line">The hope of Rome; for so he bade me say;</div>
                     <div class="line">And so I do, and with his gifts present</div>
                     <div class="line">Your lordships, that, whenever you have need,</div>
                     <div class="line">You may be armed and appointed well:</div>
                     <div class="line">And so I leave you both:</div>
                     <p>Aside</p>
                     <div class="line">like bloody villains.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt Young LUCIUS, and Attendant</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">What's here? A scroll; and written round about?</div>
                     <div class="line">Let's see;</div>
                     <p>Reads</p>
                     <div class="line">'Integer vitae, scelerisque purus,</div>
                     <div class="line">Non eget Mauri jaculis, nec arcu.'</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHIRON</div>
                     <div class="line">O, 'tis a verse in Horace; I know it well:</div>
                     <div class="line">I read it in the grammar long ago.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, just; a verse in Horace; right, you have it.</div>
                     <p>Aside</p>
                     <div class="line">Now, what a thing it is to be an ass!</div>
                     <div class="line">Here's no sound jest! the old man hath found their guilt;</div>
                     <div class="line">And sends them weapons wrapped about with lines,</div>
                     <div class="line">That wound, beyond their feeling, to the quick.</div>
                     <div class="line">But were our witty empress well afoot,</div>
                     <div class="line">She would applaud Andronicus' conceit:</div>
                     <div class="line">But let her rest in her unrest awhile.</div>
                     <div class="line">And now, young lords, was't not a happy star</div>
                     <div class="line">Led us to Rome, strangers, and more than so,</div>
                     <div class="line">Captives, to be advanced to this height?</div>
                     <div class="line">It did me good, before the palace gate</div>
                     <div class="line">To brave the tribune in his brother's hearing.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">But me more good, to see so great a lord</div>
                     <div class="line">Basely insinuate and send us gifts.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">Had he not reason, Lord Demetrius?</div>
                     <div class="line">Did you not use his daughter very friendly?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">I would we had a thousand Roman dames</div>
                     <div class="line">At such a bay, by turn to serve our lust.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHIRON</div>
                     <div class="line">A charitable wish and full of love.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">Here lacks but your mother for to say amen.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHIRON</div>
                     <div class="line">And that would she for twenty thousand more.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, let us go; and pray to all the gods</div>
                     <div class="line">For our beloved mother in her pains.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Aside</span>  Pray to the devils; the gods have given us over.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Trumpets sound within</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Why do the emperor's trumpets flourish thus?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHIRON</div>
                     <div class="line">Belike, for joy the emperor hath a son.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Soft! who comes here?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter a Nurse, with a blackamoor Child in her arms</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Good morrow, lords:</div>
                     <div class="line">O, tell me, did you see Aaron the Moor?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">Well, more or less, or ne'er a whit at all,</div>
                     <div class="line">Here Aaron is; and what with Aaron now?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">O gentle Aaron, we are all undone!</div>
                     <div class="line">Now help, or woe betide thee evermore!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, what a caterwauling dost thou keep!</div>
                     <div class="line">What dost thou wrap and fumble in thine arms?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">O, that which I would hide from heaven's eye,</div>
                     <div class="line">Our empress' shame, and stately Rome's disgrace!</div>
                     <div class="line">She is deliver'd, lords; she is deliver'd.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">To whom?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">I mean, she is brought a-bed.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">Well, God give her good rest! What hath he sent her?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">A devil.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, then she is the devil's dam; a joyful issue.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">A joyless, dismal, black, and sorrowful issue:</div>
                     <div class="line">Here is the babe, as loathsome as a toad</div>
                     <div class="line">Amongst the fairest breeders of our clime:</div>
                     <div class="line">The empress sends it thee, thy stamp, thy seal,</div>
                     <div class="line">And bids thee christen it with thy dagger's point.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">'Zounds, ye whore! is black so base a hue?</div>
                     <div class="line">Sweet blowse, you are a beauteous blossom, sure.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Villain, what hast thou done?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">That which thou canst not undo.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHIRON</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou hast undone our mother.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">Villain, I have done thy mother.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">And therein, hellish dog, thou hast undone.</div>
                     <div class="line">Woe to her chance, and damn'd her loathed choice!</div>
                     <div class="line">Accursed the offspring of so foul a fiend!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHIRON</div>
                     <div class="line">It shall not live.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">It shall not die.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Aaron, it must; the mother wills it so.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">What, must it, nurse? then let no man but I</div>
                     <div class="line">Do execution on my flesh and blood.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll broach the tadpole on my rapier's point:</div>
                     <div class="line">Nurse, give it me; my sword shall soon dispatch it.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">Sooner this sword shall plough thy bowels up.</div>
                     <p>Takes the Child from the Nurse, and draws</p>
                     <div class="line">Stay, murderous villains! will you kill your brother?</div>
                     <div class="line">Now, by the burning tapers of the sky,</div>
                     <div class="line">That shone so brightly when this boy was got,</div>
                     <div class="line">He dies upon my scimitar's sharp point</div>
                     <div class="line">That touches this my first-born son and heir!</div>
                     <div class="line">I tell you, younglings, not Enceladus,</div>
                     <div class="line">With all his threatening band of Typhon's brood,</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor great Alcides, nor the god of war,</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall seize this prey out of his father's hands.</div>
                     <div class="line">What, what, ye sanguine, shallow-hearted boys!</div>
                     <div class="line">Ye white-limed walls! ye alehouse painted signs!</div>
                     <div class="line">Coal-black is better than another hue,</div>
                     <div class="line">In that it scorns to bear another hue;</div>
                     <div class="line">For all the water in the ocean</div>
                     <div class="line">Can never turn the swan's black legs to white,</div>
                     <div class="line">Although she lave them hourly in the flood.</div>
                     <div class="line">Tell the empress from me, I am of age</div>
                     <div class="line">To keep mine own, excuse it how she can.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Wilt thou betray thy noble mistress thus?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">My mistress is my mistress; this myself,</div>
                     <div class="line">The vigour and the picture of my youth:</div>
                     <div class="line">This before all the world do I prefer;</div>
                     <div class="line">This maugre all the world will I keep safe,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or some of you shall smoke for it in Rome.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">By this our mother is forever shamed.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHIRON</div>
                     <div class="line">Rome will despise her for this foul escape.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">The emperor, in his rage, will doom her death.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHIRON</div>
                     <div class="line">I blush to think upon this ignomy.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, there's the privilege your beauty bears:</div>
                     <div class="line">Fie, treacherous hue, that will betray with blushing</div>
                     <div class="line">The close enacts and counsels of the heart!</div>
                     <div class="line">Here's a young lad framed of another leer:</div>
                     <div class="line">Look, how the black slave smiles upon the father,</div>
                     <div class="line">As who should say 'Old lad, I am thine own.'</div>
                     <div class="line">He is your brother, lords, sensibly fed</div>
                     <div class="line">Of that self-blood that first gave life to you,</div>
                     <div class="line">And from that womb where you imprison'd were</div>
                     <div class="line">He is enfranchised and come to light:</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, he is your brother by the surer side,</div>
                     <div class="line">Although my seal be stamped in his face.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Aaron, what shall I say unto the empress?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Advise thee, Aaron, what is to be done,</div>
                     <div class="line">And we will all subscribe to thy advice:</div>
                     <div class="line">Save thou the child, so we may all be safe.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">Then sit we down, and let us all consult.</div>
                     <div class="line">My son and I will have the wind of you:</div>
                     <div class="line">Keep there: now talk at pleasure of your safety.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>They sit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">How many women saw this child of his?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, so, brave lords! when we join in league,</div>
                     <div class="line">I am a lamb: but if you brave the Moor,</div>
                     <div class="line">The chafed boar, the mountain lioness,</div>
                     <div class="line">The ocean swells not so as Aaron storms.</div>
                     <div class="line">But say, again; how many saw the child?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Cornelia the midwife and myself;</div>
                     <div class="line">And no one else but the deliver'd empress.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">The empress, the midwife, and yourself:</div>
                     <div class="line">Two may keep counsel when the third's away:</div>
                     <div class="line">Go to the empress, tell her this I said.</div>
                     <p>He kills the nurse</p>
                     <div class="line">Weke, weke! so cries a pig prepared to the spit.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">What mean'st thou, Aaron? wherefore didst thou this?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">O Lord, sir, 'tis a deed of policy:</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall she live to betray this guilt of ours,</div>
                     <div class="line">A long-tongued babbling gossip? no, lords, no:</div>
                     <div class="line">And now be it known to you my full intent.</div>
                     <div class="line">Not far, one Muli lives, my countryman;</div>
                     <div class="line">His wife but yesternight was brought to bed;</div>
                     <div class="line">His child is like to her, fair as you are:</div>
                     <div class="line">Go pack with him, and give the mother gold,</div>
                     <div class="line">And tell them both the circumstance of all;</div>
                     <div class="line">And how by this their child shall be advanced,</div>
                     <div class="line">And be received for the emperor's heir,</div>
                     <div class="line">And substituted in the place of mine,</div>
                     <div class="line">To calm this tempest whirling in the court;</div>
                     <div class="line">And let the emperor dandle him for his own.</div>
                     <div class="line">Hark ye, lords; ye see I have given her physic,</div>
                     <p>Pointing to the nurse</p>
                     <div class="line">And you must needs bestow her funeral;</div>
                     <div class="line">The fields are near, and you are gallant grooms:</div>
                     <div class="line">This done, see that you take no longer days,</div>
                     <div class="line">But send the midwife presently to me.</div>
                     <div class="line">The midwife and the nurse well made away,</div>
                     <div class="line">Then let the ladies tattle what they please.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHIRON</div>
                     <div class="line">Aaron, I see thou wilt not trust the air</div>
                     <div class="line">With secrets.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">For this care of Tamora,</div>
                     <div class="line">Herself and hers are highly bound to thee.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt DEMETRIUS and CHIRON bearing off the
Nurse's body</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">Now to the Goths, as swift as swallow flies;</div>
                     <div class="line">There to dispose this treasure in mine arms,</div>
                     <div class="line">And secretly to greet the empress' friends.</div>
                     <div class="line">Come on, you thick lipp'd slave, I'll bear you hence;</div>
                     <div class="line">For it is you that puts us to our shifts:</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll make you feed on berries and on roots,</div>
                     <div class="line">And feed on curds and whey, and suck the goat,</div>
                     <div class="line">And cabin in a cave, and bring you up</div>
                     <div class="line">To be a warrior, and command a camp.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.6.4">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>3. SCENE III.  The same. A public place.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter TITUS, bearing arrows with letters at the
ends of them; with him, MARCUS, Young LUCIUS,
PUBLIUS, SEMPRONIUS, CAIUS, and other Gentlemen,
with bows</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, Marcus; come, kinsmen; this is the way.</div>
                     <div class="line">Sir boy, now let me see your archery;</div>
                     <div class="line">Look ye draw home enough, and 'tis there straight.</div>
                     <div class="line">Terras Astraea reliquit:</div>
                     <div class="line">Be you remember'd, Marcus, she's gone, she's fled.</div>
                     <div class="line">Sirs, take you to your tools. You, cousins, shall</div>
                     <div class="line">Go sound the ocean, and cast your nets;</div>
                     <div class="line">Happily you may catch her in the sea;</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet there's as little justice as at land:</div>
                     <div class="line">No; Publius and Sempronius, you must do it;</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis you must dig with mattock and with spade,</div>
                     <div class="line">And pierce the inmost centre of the earth:</div>
                     <div class="line">Then, when you come to Pluto's region,</div>
                     <div class="line">I pray you, deliver him this petition;</div>
                     <div class="line">Tell him, it is for justice and for aid,</div>
                     <div class="line">And that it comes from old Andronicus,</div>
                     <div class="line">Shaken with sorrows in ungrateful Rome.</div>
                     <div class="line">Ah, Rome! Well, well; I made thee miserable</div>
                     <div class="line">What time I threw the people's suffrages</div>
                     <div class="line">On him that thus doth tyrannize o'er me.</div>
                     <div class="line">Go, get you gone; and pray be careful all,</div>
                     <div class="line">And leave you not a man-of-war unsearch'd:</div>
                     <div class="line">This wicked emperor may have shipp'd her hence;</div>
                     <div class="line">And, kinsmen, then we may go pipe for justice.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">O Publius, is not this a heavy case,</div>
                     <div class="line">To see thy noble uncle thus distract?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PUBLIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Therefore, my lord, it highly us concerns</div>
                     <div class="line">By day and night to attend him carefully,</div>
                     <div class="line">And feed his humour kindly as we may,</div>
                     <div class="line">Till time beget some careful remedy.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Kinsmen, his sorrows are past remedy.</div>
                     <div class="line">Join with the Goths; and with revengeful war</div>
                     <div class="line">Take wreak on Rome for this ingratitude,</div>
                     <div class="line">And vengeance on the traitor Saturnine.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Publius, how now! how now, my masters!</div>
                     <div class="line">What, have you met with her?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PUBLIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">No, my good lord; but Pluto sends you word,</div>
                     <div class="line">If you will have Revenge from hell, you shall:</div>
                     <div class="line">Marry, for Justice, she is so employ'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">He thinks, with Jove in heaven, or somewhere else,</div>
                     <div class="line">So that perforce you must needs stay a time.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">He doth me wrong to feed me with delays.</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll dive into the burning lake below,</div>
                     <div class="line">And pull her out of Acheron by the heels.</div>
                     <div class="line">Marcus, we are but shrubs, no cedars we</div>
                     <div class="line">No big-boned men framed of the Cyclops' size;</div>
                     <div class="line">But metal, Marcus, steel to the very back,</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet wrung with wrongs more than our backs can bear:</div>
                     <div class="line">And, sith there's no justice in earth nor hell,</div>
                     <div class="line">We will solicit heaven and move the gods</div>
                     <div class="line">To send down Justice for to wreak our wrongs.</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, to this gear. You are a good archer, Marcus;</div>
                     <p>He gives them the arrows</p>
                     <div class="line">'Ad Jovem,' that's for you: here, 'Ad Apollinem:'</div>
                     <div class="line">'Ad Martem,' that's for myself:</div>
                     <div class="line">Here, boy, to Pallas: here, to Mercury:</div>
                     <div class="line">To Saturn, Caius, not to Saturnine;</div>
                     <div class="line">You were as good to shoot against the wind.</div>
                     <div class="line">To it, boy! Marcus, loose when I bid.</div>
                     <div class="line">Of my word, I have written to effect;</div>
                     <div class="line">There's not a god left unsolicited.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Kinsmen, shoot all your shafts into the court:</div>
                     <div class="line">We will afflict the emperor in his pride.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Now, masters, draw.</div>
                     <p>They shoot</p>
                     <div class="line">O, well said, Lucius!</div>
                     <div class="line">Good boy, in Virgo's lap; give it Pallas.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">My lord, I aim a mile beyond the moon;</div>
                     <div class="line">Your letter is with Jupiter by this.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Ha, ha!</div>
                     <div class="line">Publius, Publius, what hast thou done?</div>
                     <div class="line">See, see, thou hast shot off one of Taurus' horns.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">This was the sport, my lord: when Publius shot,</div>
                     <div class="line">The Bull, being gall'd, gave Aries such a knock</div>
                     <div class="line">That down fell both the Ram's horns in the court;</div>
                     <div class="line">And who should find them but the empress' villain?</div>
                     <div class="line">She laugh'd, and told the Moor he should not choose</div>
                     <div class="line">But give them to his master for a present.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, there it goes: God give his lordship joy!</div>
                     <p>Enter a Clown, with a basket, and two pigeons in
it</p>
                     <div class="line">News, news from heaven! Marcus, the post is come.</div>
                     <div class="line">Sirrah, what tidings? have you any letters?</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall I have justice? what says Jupiter?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Clown</div>
                     <div class="line">O, the gibbet-maker! he says that he hath taken</div>
                     <div class="line">them down again, for the man must not be hanged till</div>
                     <div class="line">the next week.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">But what says Jupiter, I ask thee?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Clown</div>
                     <div class="line">Alas, sir, I know not Jupiter; I never drank with him</div>
                     <div class="line">in all my life.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, villain, art not thou the carrier?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Clown</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, of my pigeons, sir; nothing else.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, didst thou not come from heaven?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Clown</div>
                     <div class="line">From heaven! alas, sir, I never came there     God</div>
                     <div class="line">forbid I should be so bold to press to heaven in my</div>
                     <div class="line">young days. Why, I am going with my pigeons to the</div>
                     <div class="line">tribunal plebs, to take up a matter of brawl</div>
                     <div class="line">betwixt my uncle and one of the emperial's men.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, sir, that is as fit as can be to serve for</div>
                     <div class="line">your oration; and let him deliver the pigeons to</div>
                     <div class="line">the emperor from you.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Tell me, can you deliver an oration to the emperor</div>
                     <div class="line">with a grace?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Clown</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, truly, sir, I could never say grace in all my life.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Sirrah, come hither: make no more ado,</div>
                     <div class="line">But give your pigeons to the emperor:</div>
                     <div class="line">By me thou shalt have justice at his hands.</div>
                     <div class="line">Hold, hold; meanwhile here's money for thy charges.</div>
                     <div class="line">Give me pen and ink. Sirrah, can you with a grace</div>
                     <div class="line">deliver a supplication?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Clown</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, sir.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Then here is a supplication for you. And when you</div>
                     <div class="line">come to him, at the first approach you must kneel,</div>
                     <div class="line">then kiss his foot, then deliver up your pigeons, and</div>
                     <div class="line">then look for your reward. I'll be at hand, sir; see</div>
                     <div class="line">you do it bravely.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Clown</div>
                     <div class="line">I warrant you, sir, let me alone.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Sirrah, hast thou a knife? come, let me see it.</div>
                     <div class="line">Here, Marcus, fold it in the oration;</div>
                     <div class="line">For thou hast made it like an humble suppliant.</div>
                     <div class="line">And when thou hast given it the emperor,</div>
                     <div class="line">Knock at my door, and tell me what he says.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Clown</div>
                     <div class="line">God be with you, sir; I will.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, Marcus, let us go. Publius, follow me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.6.5">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>4. SCENE IV.  The same. Before the palace.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter SATURNINUS, TAMORA, DEMETRIUS, CHIRON,
Lords, and others; SATURNINUS with the arrows in
his hand that TITUS shot</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, lords, what wrongs are these! was ever seen</div>
                     <div class="line">An emperor in Rome thus overborne,</div>
                     <div class="line">Troubled, confronted thus; and, for the extent</div>
                     <div class="line">Of egal justice, used in such contempt?</div>
                     <div class="line">My lords, you know, as know the mightful gods,</div>
                     <div class="line">However these disturbers of our peace</div>
                     <div class="line">Buz in the people's ears, there nought hath pass'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">But even with law, against the willful sons</div>
                     <div class="line">Of old Andronicus. And what an if</div>
                     <div class="line">His sorrows have so overwhelm'd his wits,</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall we be thus afflicted in his wreaks,</div>
                     <div class="line">His fits, his frenzy, and his bitterness?</div>
                     <div class="line">And now he writes to heaven for his redress:</div>
                     <div class="line">See, here's to Jove, and this to Mercury;</div>
                     <div class="line">This to Apollo; this to the god of war;</div>
                     <div class="line">Sweet scrolls to fly about the streets of Rome!</div>
                     <div class="line">What's this but libelling against the senate,</div>
                     <div class="line">And blazoning our injustice every where?</div>
                     <div class="line">A goodly humour, is it not, my lords?</div>
                     <div class="line">As who would say, in Rome no justice were.</div>
                     <div class="line">But if I live, his feigned ecstasies</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall be no shelter to these outrages:</div>
                     <div class="line">But he and his shall know that justice lives</div>
                     <div class="line">In Saturninus' health, whom, if she sleep,</div>
                     <div class="line">He'll so awake as she in fury shall</div>
                     <div class="line">Cut off the proud'st conspirator that lives.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                     <div class="line">My gracious lord, my lovely Saturnine,</div>
                     <div class="line">Lord of my life, commander of my thoughts,</div>
                     <div class="line">Calm thee, and bear the faults of Titus' age,</div>
                     <div class="line">The effects of sorrow for his valiant sons,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whose loss hath pierced him deep and scarr'd his heart;</div>
                     <div class="line">And rather comfort his distressed plight</div>
                     <div class="line">Than prosecute the meanest or the best</div>
                     <div class="line">For these contempts.</div>
                     <p>Aside</p>
                     <div class="line">Why, thus it shall become</div>
                     <div class="line">High-witted Tamora to gloze with all:</div>
                     <div class="line">But, Titus, I have touched thee to the quick,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy life-blood out: if Aaron now be wise,</div>
                     <div class="line">Then is all safe, the anchor's in the port.</div>
                     <p>Enter Clown</p>
                     <div class="line">How now, good fellow! wouldst thou speak with us?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Clown</div>
                     <div class="line">Yea, forsooth, an your mistership be emperial.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                     <div class="line">Empress I am, but yonder sits the emperor.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Clown</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis he. God and Saint Stephen give you good den:</div>
                     <div class="line">I have brought you a letter and a couple of pigeons here.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>SATURNINUS reads the letter</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Go, take him away, and hang him presently.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Clown</div>
                     <div class="line">How much money must I have?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, sirrah, you must be hanged.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Clown</div>
                     <div class="line">Hanged! by'r lady, then I have brought up a neck to</div>
                     <div class="line">a fair end.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit, guarded</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Despiteful and intolerable wrongs!</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall I endure this monstrous villany?</div>
                     <div class="line">I know from whence this same device proceeds:</div>
                     <div class="line">May this be borne?--as if his traitorous sons,</div>
                     <div class="line">That died by law for murder of our brother,</div>
                     <div class="line">Have by my means been butcher'd wrongfully!</div>
                     <div class="line">Go, drag the villain hither by the hair;</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor age nor honour shall shape privilege:</div>
                     <div class="line">For this proud mock I'll be thy slaughterman;</div>
                     <div class="line">Sly frantic wretch, that holp'st to make me great,</div>
                     <div class="line">In hope thyself should govern Rome and me.</div>
                     <p>Enter AEMILIUS</p>
                     <div class="line">What news with thee, AEmilius?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AEMILIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Arm, arm, my lord;--Rome never had more cause.</div>
                     <div class="line">The Goths have gather'd head; and with a power</div>
                     <div class="line">high-resolved men, bent to the spoil,</div>
                     <div class="line">They hither march amain, under conduct</div>
                     <div class="line">Of Lucius, son to old Andronicus;</div>
                     <div class="line">Who threats, in course of this revenge, to do</div>
                     <div class="line">As much as ever Coriolanus did.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Is warlike Lucius general of the Goths?</div>
                     <div class="line">These tidings nip me, and I hang the head</div>
                     <div class="line">As flowers with frost or grass beat down with storms:</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, now begin our sorrows to approach:</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis he the common people love so much;</div>
                     <div class="line">Myself hath often over-heard them say,</div>
                     <div class="line">When I have walked like a private man,</div>
                     <div class="line">That Lucius' banishment was wrongfully,</div>
                     <div class="line">And they have wish'd that Lucius were their emperor.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                     <div class="line">Why should you fear? is not your city strong?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, but the citizens favor Lucius,</div>
                     <div class="line">And will revolt from me to succor him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                     <div class="line">King, be thy thoughts imperious, like thy name.</div>
                     <div class="line">Is the sun dimm'd, that gnats do fly in it?</div>
                     <div class="line">The eagle suffers little birds to sing,</div>
                     <div class="line">And is not careful what they mean thereby,</div>
                     <div class="line">Knowing that with the shadow of his wings</div>
                     <div class="line">He can at pleasure stint their melody:</div>
                     <div class="line">Even so mayst thou the giddy men of Rome.</div>
                     <div class="line">Then cheer thy spirit : for know, thou emperor,</div>
                     <div class="line">I will enchant the old Andronicus</div>
                     <div class="line">With words more sweet, and yet more dangerous,</div>
                     <div class="line">Than baits to fish, or honey-stalks to sheep,</div>
                     <div class="line">When as the one is wounded with the bait,</div>
                     <div class="line">The other rotted with delicious feed.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                     <div class="line">But he will not entreat his son for us.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                     <div class="line">If Tamora entreat him, then he will:</div>
                     <div class="line">For I can smooth and fill his aged ear</div>
                     <div class="line">With golden promises; that, were his heart</div>
                     <div class="line">Almost impregnable, his old ears deaf,</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet should both ear and heart obey my tongue.</div>
                     <p>To AEmilius</p>
                     <div class="line">Go thou before, be our ambassador:</div>
                     <div class="line">Say that the emperor requests a parley</div>
                     <div class="line">Of warlike Lucius, and appoint the meeting</div>
                     <div class="line">Even at his father's house, the old Andronicus.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                     <div class="line">AEmilius, do this message honourably:</div>
                     <div class="line">And if he stand on hostage for his safety,</div>
                     <div class="line">Bid him demand what pledge will please him best.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AEMILIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Your bidding shall I do effectually.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                     <div class="line">Now will I to that old Andronicus;</div>
                     <div class="line">And temper him with all the art I have,</div>
                     <div class="line">To pluck proud Lucius from the warlike Goths.</div>
                     <div class="line">And now, sweet emperor, be blithe again,</div>
                     <div class="line">And bury all thy fear in my devices.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Then go successantly, and plead to him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
         </article>
         <article class="chapter" id="R.1.7">
            <header class="chapter-titlepage">
               <h2>Chapter 5. ACT V</h2>
            </header>
            <div class="lists-of-titles">
               <div class="toc">
                  <p>
                     <b>Table of Contents</b>
                  </p>
                  <ul class="toc">
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.7.2">1. SCENE I.  Plains near Rome.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.7.3">2. SCENE II.  Rome. Before TITUS's house.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.7.4">3. SCENE III.  Court of TITUS's house. A banquet set out.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                  </ul>
               </div>
            </div>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.7.2">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>1. SCENE I.  Plains near Rome.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter LUCIUS with an army of Goths, with drum and colours</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Approved warriors, and my faithful friends,</div>
                     <div class="line">I have received letters from great Rome,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which signify what hate they bear their emperor</div>
                     <div class="line">And how desirous of our sight they are.</div>
                     <div class="line">Therefore, great lords, be, as your titles witness,</div>
                     <div class="line">Imperious and impatient of your wrongs,</div>
                     <div class="line">And wherein Rome hath done you any scath,</div>
                     <div class="line">Let him make treble satisfaction.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Goth</div>
                     <div class="line">Brave slip, sprung from the great Andronicus,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whose name was once our terror, now our comfort;</div>
                     <div class="line">Whose high exploits and honourable deeds</div>
                     <div class="line">Ingrateful Rome requites with foul contempt,</div>
                     <div class="line">Be bold in us: we'll follow where thou lead'st,</div>
                     <div class="line">Like stinging bees in hottest summer's day</div>
                     <div class="line">Led by their master to the flowered fields,</div>
                     <div class="line">And be avenged on cursed Tamora.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">All the Goths</div>
                     <div class="line">And as he saith, so say we all with him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">I humbly thank him, and I thank you all.</div>
                     <div class="line">But who comes here, led by a lusty Goth?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter a Goth, leading AARON with his Child in his arms</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Goth</div>
                     <div class="line">Renowned Lucius, from our troops I stray'd</div>
                     <div class="line">To gaze upon a ruinous monastery;</div>
                     <div class="line">And, as I earnestly did fix mine eye</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon the wasted building, suddenly</div>
                     <div class="line">I heard a child cry underneath a wall.</div>
                     <div class="line">I made unto the noise; when soon I heard</div>
                     <div class="line">The crying babe controll'd with this discourse:</div>
                     <div class="line">'Peace, tawny slave, half me and half thy dam!</div>
                     <div class="line">Did not thy hue bewray whose brat thou art,</div>
                     <div class="line">Had nature lent thee but thy mother's look,</div>
                     <div class="line">Villain, thou mightst have been an emperor:</div>
                     <div class="line">But where the bull and cow are both milk-white,</div>
                     <div class="line">They never do beget a coal-black calf.</div>
                     <div class="line">Peace, villain, peace!'--even thus he rates</div>
                     <div class="line">the babe,--</div>
                     <div class="line">'For I must bear thee to a trusty Goth;</div>
                     <div class="line">Who, when he knows thou art the empress' babe,</div>
                     <div class="line">Will hold thee dearly for thy mother's sake.'</div>
                     <div class="line">With this, my weapon drawn, I rush'd upon him,</div>
                     <div class="line">Surprised him suddenly, and brought him hither,</div>
                     <div class="line">To use as you think needful of the man.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">O worthy Goth, this is the incarnate devil</div>
                     <div class="line">That robb'd Andronicus of his good hand;</div>
                     <div class="line">This is the pearl that pleased your empress' eye,</div>
                     <div class="line">And here's the base fruit of his burning lust.</div>
                     <div class="line">Say, wall-eyed slave, whither wouldst thou convey</div>
                     <div class="line">This growing image of thy fiend-like face?</div>
                     <div class="line">Why dost not speak? what, deaf? not a word?</div>
                     <div class="line">A halter, soldiers! hang him on this tree.</div>
                     <div class="line">And by his side his fruit of bastardy.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">Touch not the boy; he is of royal blood.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Too like the sire for ever being good.</div>
                     <div class="line">First hang the child, that he may see it sprawl;</div>
                     <div class="line">A sight to vex the father's soul withal.</div>
                     <div class="line">Get me a ladder.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>A ladder brought, which AARON is made to ascend</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">Lucius, save the child,</div>
                     <div class="line">And bear it from me to the empress.</div>
                     <div class="line">If thou do this, I'll show thee wondrous things,</div>
                     <div class="line">That highly may advantage thee to hear:</div>
                     <div class="line">If thou wilt not, befall what may befall,</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll speak no more but 'Vengeance rot you all!'</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Say on: an if it please me which thou speak'st</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy child shall live, and I will see it nourish'd.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">An if it please thee! why, assure thee, Lucius,</div>
                     <div class="line">'Twill vex thy soul to hear what I shall speak;</div>
                     <div class="line">For I must talk of murders, rapes and massacres,</div>
                     <div class="line">Acts of black night, abominable deeds,</div>
                     <div class="line">Complots of mischief, treason, villanies</div>
                     <div class="line">Ruthful to hear, yet piteously perform'd:</div>
                     <div class="line">And this shall all be buried by my death,</div>
                     <div class="line">Unless thou swear to me my child shall live.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Tell on thy mind; I say thy child shall live.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">Swear that he shall, and then I will begin.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Who should I swear by? thou believest no god:</div>
                     <div class="line">That granted, how canst thou believe an oath?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">What if I do not? as, indeed, I do not;</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet, for I know thou art religious</div>
                     <div class="line">And hast a thing within thee called conscience,</div>
                     <div class="line">With twenty popish tricks and ceremonies,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which I have seen thee careful to observe,</div>
                     <div class="line">Therefore I urge thy oath; for that I know</div>
                     <div class="line">An idiot holds his bauble for a god</div>
                     <div class="line">And keeps the oath which by that god he swears,</div>
                     <div class="line">To that I'll urge him: therefore thou shalt vow</div>
                     <div class="line">By that same god, what god soe'er it be,</div>
                     <div class="line">That thou adorest and hast in reverence,</div>
                     <div class="line">To save my boy, to nourish and bring him up;</div>
                     <div class="line">Or else I will discover nought to thee.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Even by my god I swear to thee I will.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">First know thou, I begot him on the empress.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">O most insatiate and luxurious woman!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">Tut, Lucius, this was but a deed of charity</div>
                     <div class="line">To that which thou shalt hear of me anon.</div>
                     <div class="line">'Twas her two sons that murder'd Bassianus;</div>
                     <div class="line">They cut thy sister's tongue and ravish'd her</div>
                     <div class="line">And cut her hands and trimm'd her as thou saw'st.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">O detestable villain! call'st thou that trimming?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, she was wash'd and cut and trimm'd, and 'twas</div>
                     <div class="line">Trim sport for them that had the doing of it.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">O barbarous, beastly villains, like thyself!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">Indeed, I was their tutor to instruct them:</div>
                     <div class="line">That codding spirit had they from their mother,</div>
                     <div class="line">As sure a card as ever won the set;</div>
                     <div class="line">That bloody mind, I think, they learn'd of me,</div>
                     <div class="line">As true a dog as ever fought at head.</div>
                     <div class="line">Well, let my deeds be witness of my worth.</div>
                     <div class="line">I train'd thy brethren to that guileful hole</div>
                     <div class="line">Where the dead corpse of Bassianus lay:</div>
                     <div class="line">I wrote the letter that thy father found</div>
                     <div class="line">And hid the gold within the letter mention'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">Confederate with the queen and her two sons:</div>
                     <div class="line">And what not done, that thou hast cause to rue,</div>
                     <div class="line">Wherein I had no stroke of mischief in it?</div>
                     <div class="line">I play'd the cheater for thy father's hand,</div>
                     <div class="line">And, when I had it, drew myself apart</div>
                     <div class="line">And almost broke my heart with extreme laughter:</div>
                     <div class="line">I pry'd me through the crevice of a wall</div>
                     <div class="line">When, for his hand, he had his two sons' heads;</div>
                     <div class="line">Beheld his tears, and laugh'd so heartily,</div>
                     <div class="line">That both mine eyes were rainy like to his :</div>
                     <div class="line">And when I told the empress of this sport,</div>
                     <div class="line">She swooned almost at my pleasing tale,</div>
                     <div class="line">And for my tidings gave me twenty kisses.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Goth</div>
                     <div class="line">What, canst thou say all this, and never blush?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, like a black dog, as the saying is.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Art thou not sorry for these heinous deeds?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, that I had not done a thousand more.</div>
                     <div class="line">Even now I curse the day--and yet, I think,</div>
                     <div class="line">Few come within the compass of my curse,--</div>
                     <div class="line">Wherein I did not some notorious ill,</div>
                     <div class="line">As kill a man, or else devise his death,</div>
                     <div class="line">Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it,</div>
                     <div class="line">Accuse some innocent and forswear myself,</div>
                     <div class="line">Set deadly enmity between two friends,</div>
                     <div class="line">Make poor men's cattle break their necks;</div>
                     <div class="line">Set fire on barns and hay-stacks in the night,</div>
                     <div class="line">And bid the owners quench them with their tears.</div>
                     <div class="line">Oft have I digg'd up dead men from their graves,</div>
                     <div class="line">And set them upright at their dear friends' doors,</div>
                     <div class="line">Even when their sorrows almost were forgot;</div>
                     <div class="line">And on their skins, as on the bark of trees,</div>
                     <div class="line">Have with my knife carved in Roman letters,</div>
                     <div class="line">'Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead.'</div>
                     <div class="line">Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful things</div>
                     <div class="line">As willingly as one would kill a fly,</div>
                     <div class="line">And nothing grieves me heartily indeed</div>
                     <div class="line">But that I cannot do ten thousand more.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Bring down the devil; for he must not die</div>
                     <div class="line">So sweet a death as hanging presently.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">If there be devils, would I were a devil,</div>
                     <div class="line">To live and burn in everlasting fire,</div>
                     <div class="line">So I might have your company in hell,</div>
                     <div class="line">But to torment you with my bitter tongue!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Sirs, stop his mouth, and let him speak no more.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter a Goth</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Third Goth</div>
                     <div class="line">My lord, there is a messenger from Rome</div>
                     <div class="line">Desires to be admitted to your presence.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Let him come near.</div>
                     <p>Enter AEMILIUS</p>
                     <div class="line">Welcome, AEmilius what's the news from Rome?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AEMILIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Lord Lucius, and you princes of the Goths,</div>
                     <div class="line">The Roman emperor greets you all by me;</div>
                     <div class="line">And, for he understands you are in arms,</div>
                     <div class="line">He craves a parley at your father's house,</div>
                     <div class="line">Willing you to demand your hostages,</div>
                     <div class="line">And they shall be immediately deliver'd.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Goth</div>
                     <div class="line">What says our general?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">AEmilius, let the emperor give his pledges</div>
                     <div class="line">Unto my father and my uncle Marcus,</div>
                     <div class="line">And we will come. March away.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.7.3">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>2. SCENE II.  Rome. Before TITUS's house.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter TAMORA, DEMETRIUS, and CHIRON, disguised</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                     <div class="line">Thus, in this strange and sad habiliment,</div>
                     <div class="line">I will encounter with Andronicus,</div>
                     <div class="line">And say I am Revenge, sent from below</div>
                     <div class="line">To join with him and right his heinous wrongs.</div>
                     <div class="line">Knock at his study, where, they say, he keeps,</div>
                     <div class="line">To ruminate strange plots of dire revenge;</div>
                     <div class="line">Tell him Revenge is come to join with him,</div>
                     <div class="line">And work confusion on his enemies.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>They knock</p>
               <p>Enter TITUS, above</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Who doth molest my contemplation?</div>
                     <div class="line">Is it your trick to make me ope the door,</div>
                     <div class="line">That so my sad decrees may fly away,</div>
                     <div class="line">And all my study be to no effect?</div>
                     <div class="line">You are deceived: for what I mean to do</div>
                     <div class="line">See here in bloody lines I have set down;</div>
                     <div class="line">And what is written shall be executed.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                     <div class="line">Titus, I am come to talk with thee.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">No, not a word; how can I grace my talk,</div>
                     <div class="line">Wanting a hand to give it action?</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou hast the odds of me; therefore no more.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                     <div class="line">If thou didst know me, thou wouldest talk with me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">I am not mad; I know thee well enough:</div>
                     <div class="line">Witness this wretched stump, witness these crimson lines;</div>
                     <div class="line">Witness these trenches made by grief and care,</div>
                     <div class="line">Witness the tiring day and heavy night;</div>
                     <div class="line">Witness all sorrow, that I know thee well</div>
                     <div class="line">For our proud empress, mighty Tamora:</div>
                     <div class="line">Is not thy coming for my other hand?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                     <div class="line">Know, thou sad man, I am not Tamora;</div>
                     <div class="line">She is thy enemy, and I thy friend:</div>
                     <div class="line">I am Revenge: sent from the infernal kingdom,</div>
                     <div class="line">To ease the gnawing vulture of thy mind,</div>
                     <div class="line">By working wreakful vengeance on thy foes.</div>
                     <div class="line">Come down, and welcome me to this world's light;</div>
                     <div class="line">Confer with me of murder and of death:</div>
                     <div class="line">There's not a hollow cave or lurking-place,</div>
                     <div class="line">No vast obscurity or misty vale,</div>
                     <div class="line">Where bloody murder or detested rape</div>
                     <div class="line">Can couch for fear, but I will find them out;</div>
                     <div class="line">And in their ears tell them my dreadful name,</div>
                     <div class="line">Revenge, which makes the foul offender quake.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Art thou Revenge? and art thou sent to me,</div>
                     <div class="line">To be a torment to mine enemies?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                     <div class="line">I am; therefore come down, and welcome me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Do me some service, ere I come to thee.</div>
                     <div class="line">Lo, by thy side where Rape and Murder stands;</div>
                     <div class="line">Now give me some surance that thou art Revenge,</div>
                     <div class="line">Stab them, or tear them on thy chariot-wheels;</div>
                     <div class="line">And then I'll come and be thy waggoner,</div>
                     <div class="line">And whirl along with thee about the globe.</div>
                     <div class="line">Provide thee two proper palfreys, black as jet,</div>
                     <div class="line">To hale thy vengeful waggon swift away,</div>
                     <div class="line">And find out murderers in their guilty caves:</div>
                     <div class="line">And when thy car is loaden with their heads,</div>
                     <div class="line">I will dismount, and by the waggon-wheel</div>
                     <div class="line">Trot, like a servile footman, all day long,</div>
                     <div class="line">Even from Hyperion's rising in the east</div>
                     <div class="line">Until his very downfall in the sea:</div>
                     <div class="line">And day by day I'll do this heavy task,</div>
                     <div class="line">So thou destroy Rapine and Murder there.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                     <div class="line">These are my ministers, and come with me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Are these thy ministers? what are they call'd?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                     <div class="line">Rapine and Murder; therefore called so,</div>
                     <div class="line">Cause they take vengeance of such kind of men.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Good Lord, how like the empress' sons they are!</div>
                     <div class="line">And you, the empress! but we worldly men</div>
                     <div class="line">Have miserable, mad, mistaking eyes.</div>
                     <div class="line">O sweet Revenge, now do I come to thee;</div>
                     <div class="line">And, if one arm's embracement will content thee,</div>
                     <div class="line">I will embrace thee in it by and by.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit above</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                     <div class="line">This closing with him fits his lunacy</div>
                     <div class="line">Whate'er I forge to feed his brain-sick fits,</div>
                     <div class="line">Do you uphold and maintain in your speeches,</div>
                     <div class="line">For now he firmly takes me for Revenge;</div>
                     <div class="line">And, being credulous in this mad thought,</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll make him send for Lucius his son;</div>
                     <div class="line">And, whilst I at a banquet hold him sure,</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll find some cunning practise out of hand,</div>
                     <div class="line">To scatter and disperse the giddy Goths,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or, at the least, make them his enemies.</div>
                     <div class="line">See, here he comes, and I must ply my theme.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter TITUS below</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Long have I been forlorn, and all for thee:</div>
                     <div class="line">Welcome, dread Fury, to my woful house:</div>
                     <div class="line">Rapine and Murder, you are welcome too.</div>
                     <div class="line">How like the empress and her sons you are!</div>
                     <div class="line">Well are you fitted, had you but a Moor:</div>
                     <div class="line">Could not all hell afford you such a devil?</div>
                     <div class="line">For well I wot the empress never wags</div>
                     <div class="line">But in her company there is a Moor;</div>
                     <div class="line">And, would you represent our queen aright,</div>
                     <div class="line">It were convenient you had such a devil:</div>
                     <div class="line">But welcome, as you are. What shall we do?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                     <div class="line">What wouldst thou have us do, Andronicus?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Show me a murderer, I'll deal with him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHIRON</div>
                     <div class="line">Show me a villain that hath done a rape,</div>
                     <div class="line">And I am sent to be revenged on him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                     <div class="line">Show me a thousand that have done thee wrong,</div>
                     <div class="line">And I will be revenged on them all.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Look round about the wicked streets of Rome;</div>
                     <div class="line">And when thou find'st a man that's like thyself.</div>
                     <div class="line">Good Murder, stab him; he's a murderer.</div>
                     <div class="line">Go thou with him; and when it is thy hap</div>
                     <div class="line">To find another that is like to thee,</div>
                     <div class="line">Good Rapine, stab him; he's a ravisher.</div>
                     <div class="line">Go thou with them; and in the emperor's court</div>
                     <div class="line">There is a queen, attended by a Moor;</div>
                     <div class="line">Well mayst thou know her by thy own proportion,</div>
                     <div class="line">for up and down she doth resemble thee:</div>
                     <div class="line">I pray thee, do on them some violent death;</div>
                     <div class="line">They have been violent to me and mine.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                     <div class="line">Well hast thou lesson'd us; this shall we do.</div>
                     <div class="line">But would it please thee, good Andronicus,</div>
                     <div class="line">To send for Lucius, thy thrice-valiant son,</div>
                     <div class="line">Who leads towards Rome a band of warlike Goths,</div>
                     <div class="line">And bid him come and banquet at thy house;</div>
                     <div class="line">When he is here, even at thy solemn feast,</div>
                     <div class="line">I will bring in the empress and her sons,</div>
                     <div class="line">The emperor himself and all thy foes;</div>
                     <div class="line">And at thy mercy shalt they stoop and kneel,</div>
                     <div class="line">And on them shalt thou ease thy angry heart.</div>
                     <div class="line">What says Andronicus to this device?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Marcus, my brother! 'tis sad Titus calls.</div>
                     <p>Enter MARCUS</p>
                     <div class="line">Go, gentle Marcus, to thy nephew Lucius;</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou shalt inquire him out among the Goths:</div>
                     <div class="line">Bid him repair to me, and bring with him</div>
                     <div class="line">Some of the chiefest princes of the Goths;</div>
                     <div class="line">Bid him encamp his soldiers where they are:</div>
                     <div class="line">Tell him the emperor and the empress too</div>
                     <div class="line">Feast at my house, and he shall feast with them.</div>
                     <div class="line">This do thou for my love; and so let him,</div>
                     <div class="line">As he regards his aged father's life.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">This will I do, and soon return again.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                     <div class="line">Now will I hence about thy business,</div>
                     <div class="line">And take my ministers along with me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, nay, let Rape and Murder stay with me;</div>
                     <div class="line">Or else I'll call my brother back again,</div>
                     <div class="line">And cleave to no revenge but Lucius.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Aside to her sons</span>  What say you, boys? will you</div>
                     <div class="line">bide with him,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whiles I go tell my lord the emperor</div>
                     <div class="line">How I have govern'd our determined jest?</div>
                     <div class="line">Yield to his humour, smooth and speak him fair,</div>
                     <div class="line">And tarry with him till I turn again.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Aside</span>  I know them all, though they suppose me mad,</div>
                     <div class="line">And will o'erreach them in their own devices:</div>
                     <div class="line">A pair of cursed hell-hounds and their dam!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Madam, depart at pleasure; leave us here.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                     <div class="line">Farewell, Andronicus: Revenge now goes</div>
                     <div class="line">To lay a complot to betray thy foes.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">I know thou dost; and, sweet Revenge, farewell.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit TAMORA</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHIRON</div>
                     <div class="line">Tell us, old man, how shall we be employ'd?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Tut, I have work enough for you to do.</div>
                     <div class="line">Publius, come hither, Caius, and Valentine!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter PUBLIUS and others</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PUBLIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">What is your will?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Know you these two?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PUBLIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">The empress' sons, I take them, Chiron and Demetrius.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Fie, Publius, fie! thou art too much deceived;</div>
                     <div class="line">The one is Murder, Rape is the other's name;</div>
                     <div class="line">And therefore bind them, gentle Publius.</div>
                     <div class="line">Caius and Valentine, lay hands on them.</div>
                     <div class="line">Oft have you heard me wish for such an hour,</div>
                     <div class="line">And now I find it; therefore bind them sure,</div>
                     <div class="line">And stop their mouths, if they begin to cry.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <p>PUBLIUS, &c. lay hold on CHIRON and DEMETRIUS</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHIRON</div>
                     <div class="line">Villains, forbear! we are the empress' sons.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PUBLIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">And therefore do we what we are commanded.</div>
                     <div class="line">Stop close their mouths, let them not speak a word.</div>
                     <div class="line">Is he sure bound? look that you bind them fast.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Re-enter TITUS, with LAVINIA; he bearing a knife,
and she a basin</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, come, Lavinia; look, thy foes are bound.</div>
                     <div class="line">Sirs, stop their mouths, let them not speak to me;</div>
                     <div class="line">But let them hear what fearful words I utter.</div>
                     <div class="line">O villains, Chiron and Demetrius!</div>
                     <div class="line">Here stands the spring whom you have stain'd with mud,</div>
                     <div class="line">This goodly summer with your winter mix'd.</div>
                     <div class="line">You kill'd her husband, and for that vile fault</div>
                     <div class="line">Two of her brothers were condemn'd to death,</div>
                     <div class="line">My hand cut off and made a merry jest;</div>
                     <div class="line">Both her sweet hands, her tongue, and that more dear</div>
                     <div class="line">Than hands or tongue, her spotless chastity,</div>
                     <div class="line">Inhuman traitors, you constrain'd and forced.</div>
                     <div class="line">What would you say, if I should let you speak?</div>
                     <div class="line">Villains, for shame you could not beg for grace.</div>
                     <div class="line">Hark, wretches! how I mean to martyr you.</div>
                     <div class="line">This one hand yet is left to cut your throats,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whilst that Lavinia 'tween her stumps doth hold</div>
                     <div class="line">The basin that receives your guilty blood.</div>
                     <div class="line">You know your mother means to feast with me,</div>
                     <div class="line">And calls herself Revenge, and thinks me mad:</div>
                     <div class="line">Hark, villains! I will grind your bones to dust</div>
                     <div class="line">And with your blood and it I'll make a paste,</div>
                     <div class="line">And of the paste a coffin I will rear</div>
                     <div class="line">And make two pasties of your shameful heads,</div>
                     <div class="line">And bid that strumpet, your unhallow'd dam,</div>
                     <div class="line">Like to the earth swallow her own increase.</div>
                     <div class="line">This is the feast that I have bid her to,</div>
                     <div class="line">And this the banquet she shall surfeit on;</div>
                     <div class="line">For worse than Philomel you used my daughter,</div>
                     <div class="line">And worse than Progne I will be revenged:</div>
                     <div class="line">And now prepare your throats. Lavinia, come,</div>
                     <p>He cuts their throats</p>
                     <div class="line">Receive the blood: and when that they are dead,</div>
                     <div class="line">Let me go grind their bones to powder small</div>
                     <div class="line">And with this hateful liquor temper it;</div>
                     <div class="line">And in that paste let their vile heads be baked.</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, come, be every one officious</div>
                     <div class="line">To make this banquet; which I wish may prove</div>
                     <div class="line">More stern and bloody than the Centaurs' feast.</div>
                     <div class="line">So, now bring them in, for I'll play the cook,</div>
                     <div class="line">And see them ready 'gainst their mother comes.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt, bearing the dead bodies</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.7.4">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>3. SCENE III.  Court of TITUS's house. A banquet set out.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter LUCIUS, MARCUS, and Goths, with AARON prisoner</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Uncle Marcus, since it is my father's mind</div>
                     <div class="line">That I repair to Rome, I am content.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Goth</div>
                     <div class="line">And ours with thine, befall what fortune will.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Good uncle, take you in this barbarous Moor,</div>
                     <div class="line">This ravenous tiger, this accursed devil;</div>
                     <div class="line">Let him receive no sustenance, fetter him</div>
                     <div class="line">Till he be brought unto the empress' face,</div>
                     <div class="line">For testimony of her foul proceedings:</div>
                     <div class="line">And see the ambush of our friends be strong;</div>
                     <div class="line">I fear the emperor means no good to us.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">Some devil whisper curses in mine ear,</div>
                     <div class="line">And prompt me, that my tongue may utter forth</div>
                     <div class="line">The venomous malice of my swelling heart!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Away, inhuman dog! unhallow'd slave!</div>
                     <div class="line">Sirs, help our uncle to convey him in.</div>
                     <p>Exeunt Goths, with AARON. Flourish within</p>
                     <div class="line">The trumpets show the emperor is at hand.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter SATURNINUS and TAMORA, with AEMILIUS,
Tribunes, Senators, and others</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                     <div class="line">What, hath the firmament more suns than one?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">What boots it thee to call thyself a sun?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Rome's emperor, and nephew, break the parle;</div>
                     <div class="line">These quarrels must be quietly debated.</div>
                     <div class="line">The feast is ready, which the careful Titus</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath ordain'd to an honourable end,</div>
                     <div class="line">For peace, for love, for league, and good to Rome:</div>
                     <div class="line">Please you, therefore, draw nigh, and take your places.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Marcus, we will.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Hautboys sound. The Company sit down at table</p>
               <p>Enter TITUS dressed like a Cook, LAVINIA veiled,
Young LUCIUS, and others. TITUS places the dishes
on the table</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Welcome, my gracious lord; welcome, dread queen;</div>
                     <div class="line">Welcome, ye warlike Goths; welcome, Lucius;</div>
                     <div class="line">And welcome, all: although the cheer be poor,</div>
                     <div class="line">'Twill fill your stomachs; please you eat of it.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Why art thou thus attired, Andronicus?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Because I would be sure to have all well,</div>
                     <div class="line">To entertain your highness and your empress.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                     <div class="line">We are beholding to you, good Andronicus.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">An if your highness knew my heart, you were.</div>
                     <div class="line">My lord the emperor, resolve me this:</div>
                     <div class="line">Was it well done of rash Virginius</div>
                     <div class="line">To slay his daughter with his own right hand,</div>
                     <div class="line">Because she was enforced, stain'd, and deflower'd?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                     <div class="line">It was, Andronicus.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Your reason, mighty lord?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Because the girl should not survive her shame,</div>
                     <div class="line">And by her presence still renew his sorrows.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">A reason mighty, strong, and effectual;</div>
                     <div class="line">A pattern, precedent, and lively warrant,</div>
                     <div class="line">For me, most wretched, to perform the like.</div>
                     <div class="line">Die, die, Lavinia, and thy shame with thee;</div>
                     <p>Kills LAVINIA</p>
                     <div class="line">And, with thy shame, thy father's sorrow die!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                     <div class="line">What hast thou done, unnatural and unkind?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Kill'd her, for whom my tears have made me blind.</div>
                     <div class="line">I am as woful as Virginius was,</div>
                     <div class="line">And have a thousand times more cause than he</div>
                     <div class="line">To do this outrage: and it now is done.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                     <div class="line">What, was she ravish'd? tell who did the deed.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Will't please you eat? will't please your</div>
                     <div class="line">highness feed?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                     <div class="line">Why hast thou slain thine only daughter thus?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Not I; 'twas Chiron and Demetrius:</div>
                     <div class="line">They ravish'd her, and cut away her tongue;</div>
                     <div class="line">And they, 'twas they, that did her all this wrong.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Go fetch them hither to us presently.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, there they are both, baked in that pie;</div>
                     <div class="line">Whereof their mother daintily hath fed,</div>
                     <div class="line">Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred.</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis true, 'tis true; witness my knife's sharp point.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Kills TAMORA</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Die, frantic wretch, for this accursed deed!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Kills TITUS</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Can the son's eye behold his father bleed?</div>
                     <div class="line">There's meed for meed, death for a deadly deed!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Kills SATURNINUS. A great tumult. LUCIUS, MARCUS,
and others go up into the balcony</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">You sad-faced men, people and sons of Rome,</div>
                     <div class="line">By uproar sever'd, like a flight of fowl</div>
                     <div class="line">Scatter'd by winds and high tempestuous gusts,</div>
                     <div class="line">O, let me teach you how to knit again</div>
                     <div class="line">This scatter'd corn into one mutual sheaf,</div>
                     <div class="line">These broken limbs again into one body;</div>
                     <div class="line">Lest Rome herself be bane unto herself,</div>
                     <div class="line">And she whom mighty kingdoms court'sy to,</div>
                     <div class="line">Like a forlorn and desperate castaway,</div>
                     <div class="line">Do shameful execution on herself.</div>
                     <div class="line">But if my frosty signs and chaps of age,</div>
                     <div class="line">Grave witnesses of true experience,</div>
                     <div class="line">Cannot induce you to attend my words,</div>
                     <p>To LUCIUS</p>
                     <div class="line">Speak, Rome's dear friend, as erst our ancestor,</div>
                     <div class="line">When with his solemn tongue he did discourse</div>
                     <div class="line">To love-sick Dido's sad attending ear</div>
                     <div class="line">The story of that baleful burning night</div>
                     <div class="line">When subtle Greeks surprised King Priam's Troy,</div>
                     <div class="line">Tell us what Sinon hath bewitch'd our ears,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or who hath brought the fatal engine in</div>
                     <div class="line">That gives our Troy, our Rome, the civil wound.</div>
                     <div class="line">My heart is not compact of flint nor steel;</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor can I utter all our bitter grief,</div>
                     <div class="line">But floods of tears will drown my oratory,</div>
                     <div class="line">And break my utterance, even in the time</div>
                     <div class="line">When it should move you to attend me most,</div>
                     <div class="line">Lending your kind commiseration.</div>
                     <div class="line">Here is a captain, let him tell the tale;</div>
                     <div class="line">Your hearts will throb and weep to hear him speak.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Then, noble auditory, be it known to you,</div>
                     <div class="line">That cursed Chiron and Demetrius</div>
                     <div class="line">Were they that murdered our emperor's brother;</div>
                     <div class="line">And they it were that ravished our sister:</div>
                     <div class="line">For their fell faults our brothers were beheaded;</div>
                     <div class="line">Our father's tears despised, and basely cozen'd</div>
                     <div class="line">Of that true hand that fought Rome's quarrel out,</div>
                     <div class="line">And sent her enemies unto the grave.</div>
                     <div class="line">Lastly, myself unkindly banished,</div>
                     <div class="line">The gates shut on me, and turn'd weeping out,</div>
                     <div class="line">To beg relief among Rome's enemies:</div>
                     <div class="line">Who drown'd their enmity in my true tears.</div>
                     <div class="line">And oped their arms to embrace me as a friend.</div>
                     <div class="line">I am the turned forth, be it known to you,</div>
                     <div class="line">That have preserved her welfare in my blood;</div>
                     <div class="line">And from her bosom took the enemy's point,</div>
                     <div class="line">Sheathing the steel in my adventurous body.</div>
                     <div class="line">Alas, you know I am no vaunter, I;</div>
                     <div class="line">My scars can witness, dumb although they are,</div>
                     <div class="line">That my report is just and full of truth.</div>
                     <div class="line">But, soft! methinks I do digress too much,</div>
                     <div class="line">Citing my worthless praise: O, pardon me;</div>
                     <div class="line">For when no friends are by, men praise themselves.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Now is my turn to speak. Behold this child:</div>
                     <p>Pointing to the Child in the arms of an Attendant</p>
                     <div class="line">Of this was Tamora delivered;</div>
                     <div class="line">The issue of an irreligious Moor,</div>
                     <div class="line">Chief architect and plotter of these woes:</div>
                     <div class="line">The villain is alive in Titus' house,</div>
                     <div class="line">And as he is, to witness this is true.</div>
                     <div class="line">Now judge what cause had Titus to revenge</div>
                     <div class="line">These wrongs, unspeakable, past patience,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or more than any living man could bear.</div>
                     <div class="line">Now you have heard the truth, what say you, Romans?</div>
                     <div class="line">Have we done aught amiss,--show us wherein,</div>
                     <div class="line">And, from the place where you behold us now,</div>
                     <div class="line">The poor remainder of Andronici</div>
                     <div class="line">Will, hand in hand, all headlong cast us down.</div>
                     <div class="line">And on the ragged stones beat forth our brains,</div>
                     <div class="line">And make a mutual closure of our house.</div>
                     <div class="line">Speak, Romans, speak; and if you say we shall,</div>
                     <div class="line">Lo, hand in hand, Lucius and I will fall.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AEMILIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, come, thou reverend man of Rome,</div>
                     <div class="line">And bring our emperor gently in thy hand,</div>
                     <div class="line">Lucius our emperor; for well I know</div>
                     <div class="line">The common voice do cry it shall be so.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">All</div>
                     <div class="line">Lucius, all hail, Rome's royal emperor!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Go, go into old Titus' sorrowful house,</div>
                     <p>To Attendants</p>
                     <div class="line">And hither hale that misbelieving Moor,</div>
                     <div class="line">To be adjudged some direful slaughtering death,</div>
                     <div class="line">As punishment for his most wicked life.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt Attendants</p>
               <p>LUCIUS, MARCUS, and the others descend</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">All</div>
                     <div class="line">Lucius, all hail, Rome's gracious governor!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Thanks, gentle Romans: may I govern so,</div>
                     <div class="line">To heal Rome's harms, and wipe away her woe!</div>
                     <div class="line">But, gentle people, give me aim awhile,</div>
                     <div class="line">For nature puts me to a heavy task:</div>
                     <div class="line">Stand all aloof: but, uncle, draw you near,</div>
                     <div class="line">To shed obsequious tears upon this trunk.</div>
                     <div class="line">O, take this warm kiss on thy pale cold lips,</div>
                     <p>Kissing TITUS</p>
                     <div class="line">These sorrowful drops upon thy blood-stain'd face,</div>
                     <div class="line">The last true duties of thy noble son!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Tear for tear, and loving kiss for kiss,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy brother Marcus tenders on thy lips:</div>
                     <div class="line">O were the sum of these that I should pay</div>
                     <div class="line">Countless and infinite, yet would I pay them!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Come hither, boy; come, come, and learn of us</div>
                     <div class="line">To melt in showers: thy grandsire loved thee well:</div>
                     <div class="line">Many a time he danced thee on his knee,</div>
                     <div class="line">Sung thee asleep, his loving breast thy pillow:</div>
                     <div class="line">Many a matter hath he told to thee,</div>
                     <div class="line">Meet and agreeing with thine infancy;</div>
                     <div class="line">In that respect, then, like a loving child,</div>
                     <div class="line">Shed yet some small drops from thy tender spring,</div>
                     <div class="line">Because kind nature doth require it so:</div>
                     <div class="line">Friends should associate friends in grief and woe:</div>
                     <div class="line">Bid him farewell; commit him to the grave;</div>
                     <div class="line">Do him that kindness, and take leave of him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Young LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">O grandsire, grandsire! even with all my heart</div>
                     <div class="line">Would I were dead, so you did live again!</div>
                     <div class="line">O Lord, I cannot speak to him for weeping;</div>
                     <div class="line">My tears will choke me, if I ope my mouth.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Re-enter Attendants with AARON</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AEMILIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">You sad Andronici, have done with woes:</div>
                     <div class="line">Give sentence on this execrable wretch,</div>
                     <div class="line">That hath been breeder of these dire events.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Set him breast-deep in earth, and famish him;</div>
                     <div class="line">There let him stand, and rave, and cry for food;</div>
                     <div class="line">If any one relieves or pities him,</div>
                     <div class="line">For the offence he dies. This is our doom:</div>
                     <div class="line">Some stay to see him fasten'd in the earth.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                     <div class="line">O, why should wrath be mute, and fury dumb?</div>
                     <div class="line">I am no baby, I, that with base prayers</div>
                     <div class="line">I should repent the evils I have done:</div>
                     <div class="line">Ten thousand worse than ever yet I did</div>
                     <div class="line">Would I perform, if I might have my will;</div>
                     <div class="line">If one good deed in all my life I did,</div>
                     <div class="line">I do repent it from my very soul.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Some loving friends convey the emperor hence,</div>
                     <div class="line">And give him burial in his father's grave:</div>
                     <div class="line">My father and Lavinia shall forthwith</div>
                     <div class="line">Be closed in our household's monument.</div>
                     <div class="line">As for that heinous tiger, Tamora,</div>
                     <div class="line">No funeral rite, nor man m mourning weeds,</div>
                     <div class="line">No mournful bell shall ring her burial;</div>
                     <div class="line">But throw her forth to beasts and birds of prey:</div>
                     <div class="line">Her life was beast-like, and devoid of pity;</div>
                     <div class="line">And, being so, shall have like want of pity.</div>
                     <div class="line">See justice done on Aaron, that damn'd Moor,</div>
                     <div class="line">By whom our heavy haps had their beginning:</div>
                     <div class="line">Then, afterwards, to order well the state,</div>
                     <div class="line">That like events may ne'er it ruinate.</div>
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               <p>Exeunt</p>
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         <header class="book-titlepage">
            <h1>The Tragedy of Titus Andronicus</h1>
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         <div class="lists-of-titles">
            <div class="toc">
               <p>
                  <b>Table of Contents</b>
               </p>
               <ul class="toc">
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.2">1. Dramatis Personae</a>
                     </span>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.3">1. ACT I</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.2">1. SCENE I.  Rome. Before the Capitol.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.4">2. ACT II</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.2">1. SCENE I.  Rome. Before the Palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.3">2. SCENE II.  A forest near Rome. Horns and cry of hounds heard.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.4">3. SCENE III.  A lonely part of the forest.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.5">4. SCENE IV.  Another part of the forest.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.5">3. ACT III</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.2">1. SCENE I.  Rome. A street.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.3">2. SCENE II.  A room in Titus's house. A banquet set out.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.6">4. ACT IV</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.2">1. SCENE I.  Rome. Titus's garden.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.3">2. SCENE II.  The same. A room in the palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.4">3. SCENE III.  The same. A public place.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.5">4. SCENE IV.  The same. Before the palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.7">5. ACT V</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.2">1. SCENE I.  Plains near Rome.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.3">2. SCENE II.  Rome. Before TITUS's house.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.4">3. SCENE III.  Court of TITUS's house. A banquet set out.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
               </ul>
            </div>
         </div>
         <div class="content">
            <article class="preface" id="R.1.2">
               <header class="preface-titlepage">
                  <h2>Dramatis Personae</h2>
               </header>
               <div class="content">
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">SATURNINUS, son to the late Emperor of Rome, and afterwards declared Emperor.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">BASSIANUS, brother to Saturninus; in love with Lavinia.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">TITUS ANDRONICUS, a noble Roman, general against the Goths.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">MARCUS ANDRONICUS, tribune of the people, and brother to Titus.</span>
                  </p>
                  <table border="0" class="simplelist" summary="Simple list">
                     <tr>
                        <td>
                           <span class="member">
                              <span class="personname">LUCIUS</span>
                              <span class="personname">QUINTUS</span>
                              <span class="personname">MARTIUS</span>
                              <span class="personname">MUTIUS</span>
                           </span>
                        </td>
                        <td>
                           <span class="member">sons to Titus Andronicus.</span>
                        </td>
                     </tr>
                  </table>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">Young LUCIUS, a boy, son to Lucius.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">PUBLIUS, son to Marcus the Tribune.</span>
                  </p>
                  <table border="0" class="simplelist" summary="Simple list">
                     <tr>
                        <td>
                           <span class="member">
                              <span class="personname">SEMPRONIUS</span>
                              <span class="personname">CAIUS</span>
                              <span class="personname">VALENTINE</span>
                           </span>
                        </td>
                        <td>
                           <span class="member">kinsmen to Titus.</span>
                        </td>
                     </tr>
                  </table>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">AEMILIUS, a noble Roman.</span>
                  </p>
                  <table border="0" class="simplelist" summary="Simple list">
                     <tr>
                        <td>
                           <span class="member">
                              <span class="personname">ALARBUS</span>
                              <span class="personname">DEMETRIUS</span>
                              <span class="personname">CHIRON</span>
                           </span>
                        </td>
                        <td>
                           <span class="member">sons to Tamora.</span>
                        </td>
                     </tr>
                  </table>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">AARON, a Moor, beloved by Tamora.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">A Captain, Tribune, Messenger, and Clown; Romans.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">Goths and Romans.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">TAMORA, Queen of the Goths.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">LAVINIA, daughter of Titus Andronicus.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">A Nurse. </span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">Senators, Tribunes, Officers, Soldiers, anAttendants.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>SCENE  Rome, and the country near it.</p>
               </div>
            </article>
            <article class="chapter" id="R.1.3">
               <header class="chapter-titlepage">
                  <h2>Chapter 1. ACT I</h2>
               </header>
               <div class="lists-of-titles">
                  <div class="toc">
                     <p>
                        <b>Table of Contents</b>
                     </p>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.2">1. SCENE I.  Rome. Before the Capitol.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="content">
                  <section class="section" id="R.1.3.2">
                     <div class="section-titlepage">
                        <h2>1. SCENE I.  Rome. Before the Capitol.</h2>
                     </div>
                     <div class="content">
                        <p>The Tomb of the ANDRONICI appearing; the Tribunes
and Senators aloft. Enter, below, from one side,
SATURNINUS and his Followers; and, from the other
side, BASSIANUS and his Followers; with drum and colours</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Noble patricians, patrons of my right,</div>
                              <div class="line">Defend the justice of my cause with arms,</div>
                              <div class="line">And, countrymen, my loving followers,</div>
                              <div class="line">Plead my successive title with your swords:</div>
                              <div class="line">I am his first-born son, that was the last</div>
                              <div class="line">That wore the imperial diadem of Rome;</div>
                              <div class="line">Then let my father's honours live in me,</div>
                              <div class="line">Nor wrong mine age with this indignity.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASSIANUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Romans, friends, followers, favorers of my right,</div>
                              <div class="line">If ever Bassianus, Caesar's son,</div>
                              <div class="line">Were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome,</div>
                              <div class="line">Keep then this passage to the Capitol</div>
                              <div class="line">And suffer not dishonour to approach</div>
                              <div class="line">The imperial seat, to virtue consecrate,</div>
                              <div class="line">To justice, continence and nobility;</div>
                              <div class="line">But let desert in pure election shine,</div>
                              <div class="line">And, Romans, fight for freedom in your choice.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Enter MARCUS ANDRONICUS, aloft, with the crown</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Princes, that strive by factions and by friends</div>
                              <div class="line">Ambitiously for rule and empery,</div>
                              <div class="line">Know that the people of Rome, for whom we stand</div>
                              <div class="line">A special party, have, by common voice,</div>
                              <div class="line">In election for the Roman empery,</div>
                              <div class="line">Chosen Andronicus, surnamed Pius</div>
                              <div class="line">For many good and great deserts to Rome:</div>
                              <div class="line">A nobler man, a braver warrior,</div>
                              <div class="line">Lives not this day within the city walls:</div>
                              <div class="line">He by the senate is accit'd home</div>
                              <div class="line">From weary wars against the barbarous Goths;</div>
                              <div class="line">That, with his sons, a terror to our foes,</div>
                              <div class="line">Hath yoked a nation strong, train'd up in arms.</div>
                              <div class="line">Ten years are spent since first he undertook</div>
                              <div class="line">This cause of Rome and chastised with arms</div>
                              <div class="line">Our enemies' pride: five times he hath return'd</div>
                              <div class="line">Bleeding to Rome, bearing his valiant sons</div>
                              <div class="line">In coffins from the field;</div>
                              <div class="line">And now at last, laden with horror's spoils,</div>
                              <div class="line">Returns the good Andronicus to Rome,</div>
                              <div class="line">Renowned Titus, flourishing in arms.</div>
                              <div class="line">Let us entreat, by honour of his name,</div>
                              <div class="line">Whom worthily you would have now succeed.</div>
                              <div class="line">And in the Capitol and senate's right,</div>
                              <div class="line">Whom you pretend to honour and adore,</div>
                              <div class="line">That you withdraw you and abate your strength;</div>
                              <div class="line">Dismiss your followers and, as suitors should,</div>
                              <div class="line">Plead your deserts in peace and humbleness.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                              <div class="line">How fair the tribune speaks to calm my thoughts!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASSIANUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Marcus Andronicus, so I do ally</div>
                              <div class="line">In thy uprightness and integrity,</div>
                              <div class="line">And so I love and honour thee and thine,</div>
                              <div class="line">Thy noble brother Titus and his sons,</div>
                              <div class="line">And her to whom my thoughts are humbled all,</div>
                              <div class="line">Gracious Lavinia, Rome's rich ornament,</div>
                              <div class="line">That I will here dismiss my loving friends,</div>
                              <div class="line">And to my fortunes and the people's favor</div>
                              <div class="line">Commit my cause in balance to be weigh'd.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt the followers of BASSIANUS</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Friends, that have been thus forward in my right,</div>
                              <div class="line">I thank you all and here dismiss you all,</div>
                              <div class="line">And to the love and favor of my country</div>
                              <div class="line">Commit myself, my person and the cause.</div>
                              <p>Exeunt the followers of SATURNINUS</p>
                              <div class="line">Rome, be as just and gracious unto me</div>
                              <div class="line">As I am confident and kind to thee.</div>
                              <div class="line">Open the gates, and let me in.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASSIANUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Tribunes, and me, a poor competitor.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Flourish. SATURNINUS and BASSIANUS go up into the Capitol</p>
                        <p>Enter a Captain</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Captain</div>
                              <div class="line">Romans, make way: the good Andronicus.</div>
                              <div class="line">Patron of virtue, Rome's best champion,</div>
                              <div class="line">Successful in the battles that he fights,</div>
                              <div class="line">With honour and with fortune is return'd</div>
                              <div class="line">From where he circumscribed with his sword,</div>
                              <div class="line">And brought to yoke, the enemies of Rome.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Drums and trumpets sounded. Enter MARTIUS and
MUTIUS; After them, two Men bearing a coffin
covered with black; then LUCIUS and QUINTUS. After
them, TITUS ANDRONICUS; and then TAMORA, with
ALARBUS, DEMETRIUS, CHIRON, AARON, and other Goths,
prisoners; Soldiers and people following. The
Bearers set down the coffin, and TITUS speaks</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning weeds!</div>
                              <div class="line">Lo, as the bark, that hath discharged her fraught,</div>
                              <div class="line">Returns with precious jading to the bay</div>
                              <div class="line">From whence at first she weigh'd her anchorage,</div>
                              <div class="line">Cometh Andronicus, bound with laurel boughs,</div>
                              <div class="line">To re-salute his country with his tears,</div>
                              <div class="line">Tears of true joy for his return to Rome.</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou great defender of this Capitol,</div>
                              <div class="line">Stand gracious to the rites that we intend!</div>
                              <div class="line">Romans, of five and twenty valiant sons,</div>
                              <div class="line">Half of the number that King Priam had,</div>
                              <div class="line">Behold the poor remains, alive and dead!</div>
                              <div class="line">These that survive let Rome reward with love;</div>
                              <div class="line">These that I bring unto their latest home,</div>
                              <div class="line">With burial amongst their ancestors:</div>
                              <div class="line">Here Goths have given me leave to sheathe my sword.</div>
                              <div class="line">Titus, unkind and careless of thine own,</div>
                              <div class="line">Why suffer'st thou thy sons, unburied yet,</div>
                              <div class="line">To hover on the dreadful shore of Styx?</div>
                              <div class="line">Make way to lay them by their brethren.</div>
                              <p>The tomb is opened</p>
                              <div class="line">There greet in silence, as the dead are wont,</div>
                              <div class="line">And sleep in peace, slain in your country's wars!</div>
                              <div class="line">O sacred receptacle of my joys,</div>
                              <div class="line">Sweet cell of virtue and nobility,</div>
                              <div class="line">How many sons of mine hast thou in store,</div>
                              <div class="line">That thou wilt never render to me more!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Give us the proudest prisoner of the Goths,</div>
                              <div class="line">That we may hew his limbs, and on a pile</div>
                              <div class="line">Ad manes fratrum sacrifice his flesh,</div>
                              <div class="line">Before this earthy prison of their bones;</div>
                              <div class="line">That so the shadows be not unappeased,</div>
                              <div class="line">Nor we disturb'd with prodigies on earth.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">I give him you, the noblest that survives,</div>
                              <div class="line">The eldest son of this distressed queen.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                              <div class="line">Stay, Roman brethren! Gracious conqueror,</div>
                              <div class="line">Victorious Titus, rue the tears I shed,</div>
                              <div class="line">A mother's tears in passion for her son:</div>
                              <div class="line">And if thy sons were ever dear to thee,</div>
                              <div class="line">O, think my son to be as dear to me!</div>
                              <div class="line">Sufficeth not that we are brought to Rome,</div>
                              <div class="line">To beautify thy triumphs and return,</div>
                              <div class="line">Captive to thee and to thy Roman yoke,</div>
                              <div class="line">But must my sons be slaughter'd in the streets,</div>
                              <div class="line">For valiant doings in their country's cause?</div>
                              <div class="line">O, if to fight for king and commonweal</div>
                              <div class="line">Were piety in thine, it is in these.</div>
                              <div class="line">Andronicus, stain not thy tomb with blood:</div>
                              <div class="line">Wilt thou draw near the nature of the gods?</div>
                              <div class="line">Draw near them then in being merciful:</div>
                              <div class="line">Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge:</div>
                              <div class="line">Thrice noble Titus, spare my first-born son.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Patient yourself, madam, and pardon me.</div>
                              <div class="line">These are their brethren, whom you Goths beheld</div>
                              <div class="line">Alive and dead, and for their brethren slain</div>
                              <div class="line">Religiously they ask a sacrifice:</div>
                              <div class="line">To this your son is mark'd, and die he must,</div>
                              <div class="line">To appease their groaning shadows that are gone.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Away with him! and make a fire straight;</div>
                              <div class="line">And with our swords, upon a pile of wood,</div>
                              <div class="line">Let's hew his limbs till they be clean consumed.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt LUCIUS, QUINTUS, MARTIUS, and MUTIUS, with ALARBUS</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                              <div class="line">O cruel, irreligious piety!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CHIRON</div>
                              <div class="line">Was ever Scythia half so barbarous?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Oppose not Scythia to ambitious Rome.</div>
                              <div class="line">Alarbus goes to rest; and we survive</div>
                              <div class="line">To tremble under Titus' threatening looks.</div>
                              <div class="line">Then, madam, stand resolved, but hope withal</div>
                              <div class="line">The self-same gods that arm'd the Queen of Troy</div>
                              <div class="line">With opportunity of sharp revenge</div>
                              <div class="line">Upon the Thracian tyrant in his tent,</div>
                              <div class="line">May favor Tamora, the Queen of Goths--</div>
                              <div class="line">When Goths were Goths and Tamora was queen--</div>
                              <div class="line">To quit the bloody wrongs upon her foes.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Re-enter LUCIUS, QUINTUS, MARTIUS and MUTIUS, with
their swords bloody</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">See, lord and father, how we have perform'd</div>
                              <div class="line">Our Roman rites: Alarbus' limbs are lopp'd,</div>
                              <div class="line">And entrails feed the sacrificing fire,</div>
                              <div class="line">Whose smoke, like incense, doth perfume the sky.</div>
                              <div class="line">Remaineth nought, but to inter our brethren,</div>
                              <div class="line">And with loud 'larums welcome them to Rome.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Let it be so; and let Andronicus</div>
                              <div class="line">Make this his latest farewell to their souls.</div>
                              <p>Trumpets sounded, and the coffin laid in the tomb</p>
                              <div class="line">In peace and honour rest you here, my sons;</div>
                              <div class="line">Rome's readiest champions, repose you here in rest,</div>
                              <div class="line">Secure from worldly chances and mishaps!</div>
                              <div class="line">Here lurks no treason, here no envy swells,</div>
                              <div class="line">Here grow no damned grudges; here are no storms,</div>
                              <div class="line">No noise, but silence and eternal sleep:</div>
                              <div class="line">In peace and honour rest you here, my sons!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Enter LAVINIA</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LAVINIA</div>
                              <div class="line">In peace and honour live Lord Titus long;</div>
                              <div class="line">My noble lord and father, live in fame!</div>
                              <div class="line">Lo, at this tomb my tributary tears</div>
                              <div class="line">I render, for my brethren's obsequies;</div>
                              <div class="line">And at thy feet I kneel, with tears of joy,</div>
                              <div class="line">Shed on the earth, for thy return to Rome:</div>
                              <div class="line">O, bless me here with thy victorious hand,</div>
                              <div class="line">Whose fortunes Rome's best citizens applaud!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Kind Rome, that hast thus lovingly reserved</div>
                              <div class="line">The cordial of mine age to glad my heart!</div>
                              <div class="line">Lavinia, live; outlive thy father's days,</div>
                              <div class="line">And fame's eternal date, for virtue's praise!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Enter, below, MARCUS ANDRONICUS and Tribunes;
re-enter SATURNINUS and BASSIANUS, attended</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Long live Lord Titus, my beloved brother,</div>
                              <div class="line">Gracious triumpher in the eyes of Rome!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Thanks, gentle tribune, noble brother Marcus.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">And welcome, nephews, from successful wars,</div>
                              <div class="line">You that survive, and you that sleep in fame!</div>
                              <div class="line">Fair lords, your fortunes are alike in all,</div>
                              <div class="line">That in your country's service drew your swords:</div>
                              <div class="line">But safer triumph is this funeral pomp,</div>
                              <div class="line">That hath aspired to Solon's happiness</div>
                              <div class="line">And triumphs over chance in honour's bed.</div>
                              <div class="line">Titus Andronicus, the people of Rome,</div>
                              <div class="line">Whose friend in justice thou hast ever been,</div>
                              <div class="line">Send thee by me, their tribune and their trust,</div>
                              <div class="line">This palliament of white and spotless hue;</div>
                              <div class="line">And name thee in election for the empire,</div>
                              <div class="line">With these our late-deceased emperor's sons:</div>
                              <div class="line">Be candidatus then, and put it on,</div>
                              <div class="line">And help to set a head on headless Rome.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">A better head her glorious body fits</div>
                              <div class="line">Than his that shakes for age and feebleness:</div>
                              <div class="line">What should I don this robe, and trouble you?</div>
                              <div class="line">Be chosen with proclamations to-day,</div>
                              <div class="line">To-morrow yield up rule, resign my life,</div>
                              <div class="line">And set abroad new business for you all?</div>
                              <div class="line">Rome, I have been thy soldier forty years,</div>
                              <div class="line">And led my country's strength successfully,</div>
                              <div class="line">And buried one and twenty valiant sons,</div>
                              <div class="line">Knighted in field, slain manfully in arms,</div>
                              <div class="line">In right and service of their noble country</div>
                              <div class="line">Give me a staff of honour for mine age,</div>
                              <div class="line">But not a sceptre to control the world:</div>
                              <div class="line">Upright he held it, lords, that held it last.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Titus, thou shalt obtain and ask the empery.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Proud and ambitious tribune, canst thou tell?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Patience, Prince Saturninus.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Romans, do me right:</div>
                              <div class="line">Patricians, draw your swords: and sheathe them not</div>
                              <div class="line">Till Saturninus be Rome's emperor.</div>
                              <div class="line">Andronicus, would thou wert shipp'd to hell,</div>
                              <div class="line">Rather than rob me of the people's hearts!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Proud Saturnine, interrupter of the good</div>
                              <div class="line">That noble-minded Titus means to thee!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Content thee, prince; I will restore to thee</div>
                              <div class="line">The people's hearts, and wean them from themselves.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASSIANUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Andronicus, I do not flatter thee,</div>
                              <div class="line">But honour thee, and will do till I die:</div>
                              <div class="line">My faction if thou strengthen with thy friends,</div>
                              <div class="line">I will most thankful be; and thanks to men</div>
                              <div class="line">Of noble minds is honourable meed.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">People of Rome, and people's tribunes here,</div>
                              <div class="line">I ask your voices and your suffrages:</div>
                              <div class="line">Will you bestow them friendly on Andronicus?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Tribunes</div>
                              <div class="line">To gratify the good Andronicus,</div>
                              <div class="line">And gratulate his safe return to Rome,</div>
                              <div class="line">The people will accept whom he admits.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Tribunes, I thank you: and this suit I make,</div>
                              <div class="line">That you create your emperor's eldest son,</div>
                              <div class="line">Lord Saturnine; whose virtues will, I hope,</div>
                              <div class="line">Reflect on Rome as Titan's rays on earth,</div>
                              <div class="line">And ripen justice in this commonweal:</div>
                              <div class="line">Then, if you will elect by my advice,</div>
                              <div class="line">Crown him and say 'Long live our emperor!'</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">With voices and applause of every sort,</div>
                              <div class="line">Patricians and plebeians, we create</div>
                              <div class="line">Lord Saturninus Rome's great emperor,</div>
                              <div class="line">And say 'Long live our Emperor Saturnine!'</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>A long flourish till they come down</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Titus Andronicus, for thy favors done</div>
                              <div class="line">To us in our election this day,</div>
                              <div class="line">I give thee thanks in part of thy deserts,</div>
                              <div class="line">And will with deeds requite thy gentleness:</div>
                              <div class="line">And, for an onset, Titus, to advance</div>
                              <div class="line">Thy name and honourable family,</div>
                              <div class="line">Lavinia will I make my empress,</div>
                              <div class="line">Rome's royal mistress, mistress of my heart,</div>
                              <div class="line">And in the sacred Pantheon her espouse:</div>
                              <div class="line">Tell me, Andronicus, doth this motion please thee?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">It doth, my worthy lord; and in this match</div>
                              <div class="line">I hold me highly honour'd of your grace:</div>
                              <div class="line">And here in sight of Rome to Saturnine,</div>
                              <div class="line">King and commander of our commonweal,</div>
                              <div class="line">The wide world's emperor, do I consecrate</div>
                              <div class="line">My sword, my chariot and my prisoners;</div>
                              <div class="line">Presents well worthy Rome's imperial lord:</div>
                              <div class="line">Receive them then, the tribute that I owe,</div>
                              <div class="line">Mine honour's ensigns humbled at thy feet.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Thanks, noble Titus, father of my life!</div>
                              <div class="line">How proud I am of thee and of thy gifts</div>
                              <div class="line">Rome shall record, and when I do forget</div>
                              <div class="line">The least of these unspeakable deserts,</div>
                              <div class="line">Romans, forget your fealty to me.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">
                                 <span>To TAMORA</span>  Now, madam, are you prisoner to</div>
                              <div class="line">an emperor;</div>
                              <div class="line">To him that, for your honour and your state,</div>
                              <div class="line">Will use you nobly and your followers.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                              <div class="line">A goodly lady, trust me; of the hue</div>
                              <div class="line">That I would choose, were I to choose anew.</div>
                              <div class="line">Clear up, fair queen, that cloudy countenance:</div>
                              <div class="line">Though chance of war hath wrought this change of cheer,</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou comest not to be made a scorn in Rome:</div>
                              <div class="line">Princely shall be thy usage every way.</div>
                              <div class="line">Rest on my word, and let not discontent</div>
                              <div class="line">Daunt all your hopes: madam, he comforts you</div>
                              <div class="line">Can make you greater than the Queen of Goths.</div>
                              <div class="line">Lavinia, you are not displeased with this?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LAVINIA</div>
                              <div class="line">Not I, my lord; sith true nobility</div>
                              <div class="line">Warrants these words in princely courtesy.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Thanks, sweet Lavinia. Romans, let us go;</div>
                              <div class="line">Ransomless here we set our prisoners free:</div>
                              <div class="line">Proclaim our honours, lords, with trump and drum.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Flourish. SATURNINUS courts TAMORA in dumb show</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASSIANUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is mine.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Seizing LAVINIA</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">How, sir! are you in earnest then, my lord?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASSIANUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Ay, noble Titus; and resolved withal</div>
                              <div class="line">To do myself this reason and this right.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">'Suum cuique' is our Roman justice:</div>
                              <div class="line">This prince in justice seizeth but his own.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">And that he will, and shall, if Lucius live.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Traitors, avaunt! Where is the emperor's guard?</div>
                              <div class="line">Treason, my lord! Lavinia is surprised!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Surprised! by whom?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASSIANUS</div>
                              <div class="line">By him that justly may</div>
                              <div class="line">Bear his betroth'd from all the world away.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt BASSIANUS and MARCUS with LAVINIA</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MUTIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Brothers, help to convey her hence away,</div>
                              <div class="line">And with my sword I'll keep this door safe.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt LUCIUS, QUINTUS, and MARTIUS</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Follow, my lord, and I'll soon bring her back.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MUTIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">My lord, you pass not here.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">What, villain boy!</div>
                              <div class="line">Barr'st me my way in Rome?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Stabbing MUTIUS</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MUTIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Help, Lucius, help!</div>
                              <p>Dies</p>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>During the fray, SATURNINUS, TAMORA, DEMETRIUS,
CHIRON and AARON go out and re-enter, above</p>
                        <p>Re-enter LUCIUS</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">My lord, you are unjust, and, more than so,</div>
                              <div class="line">In wrongful quarrel you have slain your son.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Nor thou, nor he, are any sons of mine;</div>
                              <div class="line">My sons would never so dishonour me:</div>
                              <div class="line">Traitor, restore Lavinia to the emperor.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Dead, if you will; but not to be his wife,</div>
                              <div class="line">That is another's lawful promised love.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exit</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                              <div class="line">No, Titus, no; the emperor needs her not,</div>
                              <div class="line">Nor her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock:</div>
                              <div class="line">I'll trust, by leisure, him that mocks me once;</div>
                              <div class="line">Thee never, nor thy traitorous haughty sons,</div>
                              <div class="line">Confederates all thus to dishonour me.</div>
                              <div class="line">Was there none else in Rome to make a stale,</div>
                              <div class="line">But Saturnine? Full well, Andronicus,</div>
                              <div class="line">Agree these deeds with that proud brag of thine,</div>
                              <div class="line">That said'st I begg'd the empire at thy hands.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">O monstrous! what reproachful words are these?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                              <div class="line">But go thy ways; go, give that changing piece</div>
                              <div class="line">To him that flourish'd for her with his sword</div>
                              <div class="line">A valiant son-in-law thou shalt enjoy;</div>
                              <div class="line">One fit to bandy with thy lawless sons,</div>
                              <div class="line">To ruffle in the commonwealth of Rome.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">These words are razors to my wounded heart.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                              <div class="line">And therefore, lovely Tamora, queen of Goths,</div>
                              <div class="line">That like the stately Phoebe 'mongst her nymphs</div>
                              <div class="line">Dost overshine the gallant'st dames of Rome,</div>
                              <div class="line">If thou be pleased with this my sudden choice,</div>
                              <div class="line">Behold, I choose thee, Tamora, for my bride,</div>
                              <div class="line">And will create thee empress of Rome,</div>
                              <div class="line">Speak, Queen of Goths, dost thou applaud my choice?</div>
                              <div class="line">And here I swear by all the Roman gods,</div>
                              <div class="line">Sith priest and holy water are so near</div>
                              <div class="line">And tapers burn so bright and every thing</div>
                              <div class="line">In readiness for Hymenaeus stand,</div>
                              <div class="line">I will not re-salute the streets of Rome,</div>
                              <div class="line">Or climb my palace, till from forth this place</div>
                              <div class="line">I lead espoused my bride along with me.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                              <div class="line">And here, in sight of heaven, to Rome I swear,</div>
                              <div class="line">If Saturnine advance the Queen of Goths,</div>
                              <div class="line">She will a handmaid be to his desires,</div>
                              <div class="line">A loving nurse, a mother to his youth.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Ascend, fair queen, Pantheon. Lords, accompany</div>
                              <div class="line">Your noble emperor and his lovely bride,</div>
                              <div class="line">Sent by the heavens for Prince Saturnine,</div>
                              <div class="line">Whose wisdom hath her fortune conquered:</div>
                              <div class="line">There shall we consummate our spousal rites.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt all but TITUS</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">I am not bid to wait upon this bride.</div>
                              <div class="line">Titus, when wert thou wont to walk alone,</div>
                              <div class="line">Dishonour'd thus, and challenged of wrongs?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Re-enter MARCUS, LUCIUS, QUINTUS, and MARTIUS</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">O Titus, see, O, see what thou hast done!</div>
                              <div class="line">In a bad quarrel slain a virtuous son.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">No, foolish tribune, no; no son of mine,</div>
                              <div class="line">Nor thou, nor these, confederates in the deed</div>
                              <div class="line">That hath dishonour'd all our family;</div>
                              <div class="line">Unworthy brother, and unworthy sons!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">But let us give him burial, as becomes;</div>
                              <div class="line">Give Mutius burial with our brethren.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Traitors, away! he rests not in this tomb:</div>
                              <div class="line">This monument five hundred years hath stood,</div>
                              <div class="line">Which I have sumptuously re-edified:</div>
                              <div class="line">Here none but soldiers and Rome's servitors</div>
                              <div class="line">Repose in fame; none basely slain in brawls:</div>
                              <div class="line">Bury him where you can; he comes not here.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">My lord, this is impiety in you:</div>
                              <div class="line">My nephew Mutius' deeds do plead for him</div>
                              <div class="line">He must be buried with his brethren.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">QUINTUS</div>
                              <div class="speaker">MARTIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">And shall, or him we will accompany.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">'And shall!' what villain was it that spake</div>
                              <div class="line">that word?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">QUINTUS</div>
                              <div class="line">He that would vouch it in any place but here.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">What, would you bury him in my despite?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">No, noble Titus, but entreat of thee</div>
                              <div class="line">To pardon Mutius and to bury him.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Marcus, even thou hast struck upon my crest,</div>
                              <div class="line">And, with these boys, mine honour thou hast wounded:</div>
                              <div class="line">My foes I do repute you every one;</div>
                              <div class="line">So, trouble me no more, but get you gone.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARTIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">He is not with himself; let us withdraw.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">QUINTUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Not I, till Mutius' bones be buried.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>MARCUS and the Sons of TITUS kneel</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Brother, for in that name doth nature plead,--</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">QUINTUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Father, and in that name doth nature speak,--</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Speak thou no more, if all the rest will speed.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Renowned Titus, more than half my soul,--</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Dear father, soul and substance of us all,--</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Suffer thy brother Marcus to inter</div>
                              <div class="line">His noble nephew here in virtue's nest,</div>
                              <div class="line">That died in honour and Lavinia's cause.</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou art a Roman; be not barbarous:</div>
                              <div class="line">The Greeks upon advice did bury Ajax</div>
                              <div class="line">That slew himself; and wise Laertes' son</div>
                              <div class="line">Did graciously plead for his funerals:</div>
                              <div class="line">Let not young Mutius, then, that was thy joy</div>
                              <div class="line">Be barr'd his entrance here.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Rise, Marcus, rise.</div>
                              <div class="line">The dismall'st day is this that e'er I saw,</div>
                              <div class="line">To be dishonour'd by my sons in Rome!</div>
                              <div class="line">Well, bury him, and bury me the next.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>MUTIUS is put into the tomb</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">There lie thy bones, sweet Mutius, with thy friends,</div>
                              <div class="line">Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomb.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">All</div>
                              <div class="line">
                                 <span>Kneeling</span>  No man shed tears for noble Mutius;</div>
                              <div class="line">He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">My lord, to step out of these dreary dumps,</div>
                              <div class="line">How comes it that the subtle Queen of Goths</div>
                              <div class="line">Is of a sudden thus advanced in Rome?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">I know not, Marcus; but I know it is,</div>
                              <div class="line">Whether by device or no, the heavens can tell:</div>
                              <div class="line">Is she not then beholding to the man</div>
                              <div class="line">That brought her for this high good turn so far?</div>
                              <div class="line">Yes, and will nobly him remunerate.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Flourish. Re-enter, from one side, SATURNINUS
attended, TAMORA, DEMETRIUS, CHIRON and AARON; from
the other, BASSIANUS, LAVINIA, and others</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                              <div class="line">So, Bassianus, you have play'd your prize:</div>
                              <div class="line">God give you joy, sir, of your gallant bride!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASSIANUS</div>
                              <div class="line">And you of yours, my lord! I say no more,</div>
                              <div class="line">Nor wish no less; and so, I take my leave.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Traitor, if Rome have law or we have power,</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou and thy faction shall repent this rape.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASSIANUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Rape, call you it, my lord, to seize my own,</div>
                              <div class="line">My truth-betrothed love and now my wife?</div>
                              <div class="line">But let the laws of Rome determine all;</div>
                              <div class="line">Meanwhile I am possess'd of that is mine.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                              <div class="line">'Tis good, sir: you are very short with us;</div>
                              <div class="line">But, if we live, we'll be as sharp with you.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASSIANUS</div>
                              <div class="line">My lord, what I have done, as best I may,</div>
                              <div class="line">Answer I must and shall do with my life.</div>
                              <div class="line">Only thus much I give your grace to know:</div>
                              <div class="line">By all the duties that I owe to Rome,</div>
                              <div class="line">This noble gentleman, Lord Titus here,</div>
                              <div class="line">Is in opinion and in honour wrong'd;</div>
                              <div class="line">That in the rescue of Lavinia</div>
                              <div class="line">With his own hand did slay his youngest son,</div>
                              <div class="line">In zeal to you and highly moved to wrath</div>
                              <div class="line">To be controll'd in that he frankly gave:</div>
                              <div class="line">Receive him, then, to favor, Saturnine,</div>
                              <div class="line">That hath express'd himself in all his deeds</div>
                              <div class="line">A father and a friend to thee and Rome.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Prince Bassianus, leave to plead my deeds:</div>
                              <div class="line">'Tis thou and those that have dishonour'd me.</div>
                              <div class="line">Rome and the righteous heavens be my judge,</div>
                              <div class="line">How I have loved and honour'd Saturnine!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                              <div class="line">My worthy lord, if ever Tamora</div>
                              <div class="line">Were gracious in those princely eyes of thine,</div>
                              <div class="line">Then hear me speak in indifferently for all;</div>
                              <div class="line">And at my suit, sweet, pardon what is past.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                              <div class="line">What, madam! be dishonour'd openly,</div>
                              <div class="line">And basely put it up without revenge?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                              <div class="line">Not so, my lord; the gods of Rome forfend</div>
                              <div class="line">I should be author to dishonour you!</div>
                              <div class="line">But on mine honour dare I undertake</div>
                              <div class="line">For good Lord Titus' innocence in all;</div>
                              <div class="line">Whose fury not dissembled speaks his griefs:</div>
                              <div class="line">Then, at my suit, look graciously on him;</div>
                              <div class="line">Lose not so noble a friend on vain suppose,</div>
                              <div class="line">Nor with sour looks afflict his gentle heart.</div>
                              <div class="line">
                                 <span>Aside to SATURNINUS</span>  My lord, be ruled by me,</div>
                              <div class="line">be won at last;</div>
                              <div class="line">Dissemble all your griefs and discontents:</div>
                              <div class="line">You are but newly planted in your throne;</div>
                              <div class="line">Lest, then, the people, and patricians too,</div>
                              <div class="line">Upon a just survey, take Titus' part,</div>
                              <div class="line">And so supplant you for ingratitude,</div>
                              <div class="line">Which Rome reputes to be a heinous sin,</div>
                              <div class="line">Yield at entreats; and then let me alone:</div>
                              <div class="line">I'll find a day to massacre them all</div>
                              <div class="line">And raze their faction and their family,</div>
                              <div class="line">The cruel father and his traitorous sons,</div>
                              <div class="line">To whom I sued for my dear son's life,</div>
                              <div class="line">And make them know what 'tis to let a queen</div>
                              <div class="line">Kneel in the streets and beg for grace in vain.</div>
                              <p>Aloud</p>
                              <div class="line">Come, come, sweet emperor; come, Andronicus;</div>
                              <div class="line">Take up this good old man, and cheer the heart</div>
                              <div class="line">That dies in tempest of thy angry frown.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Rise, Titus, rise; my empress hath prevail'd.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">I thank your majesty, and her, my lord:</div>
                              <div class="line">These words, these looks, infuse new life in me.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                              <div class="line">Titus, I am incorporate in Rome,</div>
                              <div class="line">A Roman now adopted happily,</div>
                              <div class="line">And must advise the emperor for his good.</div>
                              <div class="line">This day all quarrels die, Andronicus;</div>
                              <div class="line">And let it be mine honour, good my lord,</div>
                              <div class="line">That I have reconciled your friends and you.</div>
                              <div class="line">For you, Prince Bassianus, I have pass'd</div>
                              <div class="line">My word and promise to the emperor,</div>
                              <div class="line">That you will be more mild and tractable.</div>
                              <div class="line">And fear not lords, and you, Lavinia;</div>
                              <div class="line">By my advice, all humbled on your knees,</div>
                              <div class="line">You shall ask pardon of his majesty.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">We do, and vow to heaven and to his highness,</div>
                              <div class="line">That what we did was mildly as we might,</div>
                              <div class="line">Tendering our sister's honour and our own.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">That, on mine honour, here I do protest.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Away, and talk not; trouble us no more.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                              <div class="line">Nay, nay, sweet emperor, we must all be friends:</div>
                              <div class="line">The tribune and his nephews kneel for grace;</div>
                              <div class="line">I will not be denied: sweet heart, look back.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Marcus, for thy sake and thy brother's here,</div>
                              <div class="line">And at my lovely Tamora's entreats,</div>
                              <div class="line">I do remit these young men's heinous faults: Stand up.</div>
                              <div class="line">Lavinia, though you left me like a churl,</div>
                              <div class="line">I found a friend, and sure as death I swore</div>
                              <div class="line">I would not part a bachelor from the priest.</div>
                              <div class="line">Come, if the emperor's court can feast two brides,</div>
                              <div class="line">You are my guest, Lavinia, and your friends.</div>
                              <div class="line">This day shall be a love-day, Tamora.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">To-morrow, an it please your majesty</div>
                              <div class="line">To hunt the panther and the hart with me,</div>
                              <div class="line">With horn and hound we'll give your grace bonjour.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Be it so, Titus, and gramercy too.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Flourish. Exeunt</p>
                     </div>
                  </section>
               </div>
            </article>
            <article class="chapter" id="R.1.4">
               <header class="chapter-titlepage">
                  <h2>Chapter 2. ACT II</h2>
               </header>
               <div class="lists-of-titles">
                  <div class="toc">
                     <p>
                        <b>Table of Contents</b>
                     </p>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.2">1. SCENE I.  Rome. Before the Palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.3">2. SCENE II.  A forest near Rome. Horns and cry of hounds heard.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.4">3. SCENE III.  A lonely part of the forest.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.5">4. SCENE IV.  Another part of the forest.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="content">
                  <section class="section" id="R.1.4.2">
                     <div class="section-titlepage">
                        <h2>1. SCENE I.  Rome. Before the Palace.</h2>
                     </div>
                     <div class="content">
                        <p>Enter AARON</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                              <div class="line">Now climbeth Tamora Olympus' top,</div>
                              <div class="line">Safe out of fortune's shot; and sits aloft,</div>
                              <div class="line">Secure of thunder's crack or lightning flash;</div>
                              <div class="line">Advanced above pale envy's threatening reach.</div>
                              <div class="line">As when the golden sun salutes the morn,</div>
                              <div class="line">And, having gilt the ocean with his beams,</div>
                              <div class="line">Gallops the zodiac in his glistering coach,</div>
                              <div class="line">And overlooks the highest-peering hills;</div>
                              <div class="line">So Tamora:</div>
                              <div class="line">Upon her wit doth earthly honour wait,</div>
                              <div class="line">And virtue stoops and trembles at her frown.</div>
                              <div class="line">Then, Aaron, arm thy heart, and fit thy thoughts,</div>
                              <div class="line">To mount aloft with thy imperial mistress,</div>
                              <div class="line">And mount her pitch, whom thou in triumph long</div>
                              <div class="line">Hast prisoner held, fetter'd in amorous chains</div>
                              <div class="line">And faster bound to Aaron's charming eyes</div>
                              <div class="line">Than is Prometheus tied to Caucasus.</div>
                              <div class="line">Away with slavish weeds and servile thoughts!</div>
                              <div class="line">I will be bright, and shine in pearl and gold,</div>
                              <div class="line">To wait upon this new-made empress.</div>
                              <div class="line">To wait, said I? to wanton with this queen,</div>
                              <div class="line">This goddess, this Semiramis, this nymph,</div>
                              <div class="line">This siren, that will charm Rome's Saturnine,</div>
                              <div class="line">And see his shipwreck and his commonweal's.</div>
                              <div class="line">Holloa! what storm is this?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Enter DEMETRIUS and CHIRON, braving</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Chiron, thy years want wit, thy wit wants edge,</div>
                              <div class="line">And manners, to intrude where I am graced;</div>
                              <div class="line">And may, for aught thou know'st, affected be.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CHIRON</div>
                              <div class="line">Demetrius, thou dost over-ween in all;</div>
                              <div class="line">And so in this, to bear me down with braves.</div>
                              <div class="line">'Tis not the difference of a year or two</div>
                              <div class="line">Makes me less gracious or thee more fortunate:</div>
                              <div class="line">I am as able and as fit as thou</div>
                              <div class="line">To serve, and to deserve my mistress' grace;</div>
                              <div class="line">And that my sword upon thee shall approve,</div>
                              <div class="line">And plead my passions for Lavinia's love.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                              <div class="line">
                                 <span>Aside</span>  Clubs, clubs! these lovers will not keep</div>
                              <div class="line">the peace.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Why, boy, although our mother, unadvised,</div>
                              <div class="line">Gave you a dancing-rapier by your side,</div>
                              <div class="line">Are you so desperate grown, to threat your friends?</div>
                              <div class="line">Go to; have your lath glued within your sheath</div>
                              <div class="line">Till you know better how to handle it.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CHIRON</div>
                              <div class="line">Meanwhile, sir, with the little skill I have,</div>
                              <div class="line">Full well shalt thou perceive how much I dare.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Ay, boy, grow ye so brave?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>They draw</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                              <div class="line">
                                 <span>Coming forward</span>  Why, how now, lords!</div>
                              <div class="line">So near the emperor's palace dare you draw,</div>
                              <div class="line">And maintain such a quarrel openly?</div>
                              <div class="line">Full well I wot the ground of all this grudge:</div>
                              <div class="line">I would not for a million of gold</div>
                              <div class="line">The cause were known to them it most concerns;</div>
                              <div class="line">Nor would your noble mother for much more</div>
                              <div class="line">Be so dishonour'd in the court of Rome.</div>
                              <div class="line">For shame, put up.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Not I, till I have sheathed</div>
                              <div class="line">My rapier in his bosom and withal</div>
                              <div class="line">Thrust these reproachful speeches down his throat</div>
                              <div class="line">That he hath breathed in my dishonour here.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CHIRON</div>
                              <div class="line">For that I am prepared and full resolved.</div>
                              <div class="line">Foul-spoken coward, that thunder'st with thy tongue,</div>
                              <div class="line">And with thy weapon nothing darest perform!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                              <div class="line">Away, I say!</div>
                              <div class="line">Now, by the gods that warlike Goths adore,</div>
                              <div class="line">This petty brabble will undo us all.</div>
                              <div class="line">Why, lords, and think you not how dangerous</div>
                              <div class="line">It is to jet upon a prince's right?</div>
                              <div class="line">What, is Lavinia then become so loose,</div>
                              <div class="line">Or Bassianus so degenerate,</div>
                              <div class="line">That for her love such quarrels may be broach'd</div>
                              <div class="line">Without controlment, justice, or revenge?</div>
                              <div class="line">Young lords, beware! and should the empress know</div>
                              <div class="line">This discord's ground, the music would not please.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CHIRON</div>
                              <div class="line">I care not, I, knew she and all the world:</div>
                              <div class="line">I love Lavinia more than all the world.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Youngling, learn thou to make some meaner choice:</div>
                              <div class="line">Lavinia is thine elder brother's hope.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                              <div class="line">Why, are ye mad? or know ye not, in Rome</div>
                              <div class="line">How furious and impatient they be,</div>
                              <div class="line">And cannot brook competitors in love?</div>
                              <div class="line">I tell you, lords, you do but plot your deaths</div>
                              <div class="line">By this device.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CHIRON</div>
                              <div class="line">Aaron, a thousand deaths</div>
                              <div class="line">Would I propose to achieve her whom I love.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                              <div class="line">To achieve her! how?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Why makest thou it so strange?</div>
                              <div class="line">She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd;</div>
                              <div class="line">She is a woman, therefore may be won;</div>
                              <div class="line">She is Lavinia, therefore must be loved.</div>
                              <div class="line">What, man! more water glideth by the mill</div>
                              <div class="line">Than wots the miller of; and easy it is</div>
                              <div class="line">Of a cut loaf to steal a shive, we know:</div>
                              <div class="line">Though Bassianus be the emperor's brother.</div>
                              <div class="line">Better than he have worn Vulcan's badge.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                              <div class="line">
                                 <span>Aside</span>  Ay, and as good as Saturninus may.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Then why should he despair that knows to court it</div>
                              <div class="line">With words, fair looks and liberality?</div>
                              <div class="line">What, hast not thou full often struck a doe,</div>
                              <div class="line">And borne her cleanly by the keeper's nose?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                              <div class="line">Why, then, it seems, some certain snatch or so</div>
                              <div class="line">Would serve your turns.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CHIRON</div>
                              <div class="line">Ay, so the turn were served.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Aaron, thou hast hit it.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                              <div class="line">Would you had hit it too!</div>
                              <div class="line">Then should not we be tired with this ado.</div>
                              <div class="line">Why, hark ye, hark ye! and are you such fools</div>
                              <div class="line">To square for this? would it offend you, then</div>
                              <div class="line">That both should speed?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CHIRON</div>
                              <div class="line">Faith, not me.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Nor me, so I were one.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                              <div class="line">For shame, be friends, and join for that you jar:</div>
                              <div class="line">'Tis policy and stratagem must do</div>
                              <div class="line">That you affect; and so must you resolve,</div>
                              <div class="line">That what you cannot as you would achieve,</div>
                              <div class="line">You must perforce accomplish as you may.</div>
                              <div class="line">Take this of me: Lucrece was not more chaste</div>
                              <div class="line">Than this Lavinia, Bassianus' love.</div>
                              <div class="line">A speedier course than lingering languishment</div>
                              <div class="line">Must we pursue, and I have found the path.</div>
                              <div class="line">My lords, a solemn hunting is in hand;</div>
                              <div class="line">There will the lovely Roman ladies troop:</div>
                              <div class="line">The forest walks are wide and spacious;</div>
                              <div class="line">And many unfrequented plots there are</div>
                              <div class="line">Fitted by kind for rape and villany:</div>
                              <div class="line">Single you thither then this dainty doe,</div>
                              <div class="line">And strike her home by force, if not by words:</div>
                              <div class="line">This way, or not at all, stand you in hope.</div>
                              <div class="line">Come, come, our empress, with her sacred wit</div>
                              <div class="line">To villany and vengeance consecrate,</div>
                              <div class="line">Will we acquaint with all that we intend;</div>
                              <div class="line">And she shall file our engines with advice,</div>
                              <div class="line">That will not suffer you to square yourselves,</div>
                              <div class="line">But to your wishes' height advance you both.</div>
                              <div class="line">The emperor's court is like the house of Fame,</div>
                              <div class="line">The palace full of tongues, of eyes, and ears:</div>
                              <div class="line">The woods are ruthless, dreadful, deaf, and dull;</div>
                              <div class="line">There speak, and strike, brave boys, and take</div>
                              <div class="line">your turns;</div>
                              <div class="line">There serve your lusts, shadow'd from heaven's eye,</div>
                              <div class="line">And revel in Lavinia's treasury.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CHIRON</div>
                              <div class="line">Thy counsel, lad, smells of no cowardice,</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Sit fas aut nefas, till I find the stream</div>
                              <div class="line">To cool this heat, a charm to calm these fits.</div>
                              <div class="line">Per Styga, per manes vehor.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt</p>
                     </div>
                  </section>
                  <section class="section" id="R.1.4.3">
                     <div class="section-titlepage">
                        <h2>2. SCENE II.  A forest near Rome. Horns and cry of hounds heard.</h2>
                     </div>
                     <div class="content">
                        <p>Enter TITUS ANDRONICUS, with Hunters, &c., MARCUS,
LUCIUS, QUINTUS, and MARTIUS</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">The hunt is up, the morn is bright and grey,</div>
                              <div class="line">The fields are fragrant and the woods are green:</div>
                              <div class="line">Uncouple here and let us make a bay</div>
                              <div class="line">And wake the emperor and his lovely bride</div>
                              <div class="line">And rouse the prince and ring a hunter's peal,</div>
                              <div class="line">That all the court may echo with the noise.</div>
                              <div class="line">Sons, let it be your charge, as it is ours,</div>
                              <div class="line">To attend the emperor's person carefully:</div>
                              <div class="line">I have been troubled in my sleep this night,</div>
                              <div class="line">But dawning day new comfort hath inspired.</div>
                              <p>A cry of hounds and horns, winded in a peal. Enter
SATURNINUS, TAMORA, BASSIANUS, LAVINIA, DEMETRIUS,
CHIRON, and Attendants</p>
                              <div class="line">Many good morrows to your majesty;</div>
                              <div class="line">Madam, to you as many and as good:</div>
                              <div class="line">I promised your grace a hunter's peal.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                              <div class="line">And you have rung it lustily, my lord;</div>
                              <div class="line">Somewhat too early for new-married ladies.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASSIANUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Lavinia, how say you?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LAVINIA</div>
                              <div class="line">I say, no;</div>
                              <div class="line">I have been broad awake two hours and more.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Come on, then; horse and chariots let us have,</div>
                              <div class="line">And to our sport.</div>
                              <p>To TAMORA</p>
                              <div class="line">Madam, now shall ye see</div>
                              <div class="line">Our Roman hunting.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">I have dogs, my lord,</div>
                              <div class="line">Will rouse the proudest panther in the chase,</div>
                              <div class="line">And climb the highest promontory top.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">And I have horse will follow where the game</div>
                              <div class="line">Makes way, and run like swallows o'er the plain.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Chiron, we hunt not, we, with horse nor hound,</div>
                              <div class="line">But hope to pluck a dainty doe to ground.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt</p>
                     </div>
                  </section>
                  <section class="section" id="R.1.4.4">
                     <div class="section-titlepage">
                        <h2>3. SCENE III.  A lonely part of the forest.</h2>
                     </div>
                     <div class="content">
                        <p>Enter AARON, with a bag of gold</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                              <div class="line">He that had wit would think that I had none,</div>
                              <div class="line">To bury so much gold under a tree,</div>
                              <div class="line">And never after to inherit it.</div>
                              <div class="line">Let him that thinks of me so abjectly</div>
                              <div class="line">Know that this gold must coin a stratagem,</div>
                              <div class="line">Which, cunningly effected, will beget</div>
                              <div class="line">A very excellent piece of villany:</div>
                              <div class="line">And so repose, sweet gold, for their unrest</div>
                              <p>Hides the gold</p>
                              <div class="line">That have their alms out of the empress' chest.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Enter TAMORA</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                              <div class="line">My lovely Aaron, wherefore look'st thou sad,</div>
                              <div class="line">When every thing doth make a gleeful boast?</div>
                              <div class="line">The birds chant melody on every bush,</div>
                              <div class="line">The snake lies rolled in the cheerful sun,</div>
                              <div class="line">The green leaves quiver with the cooling wind</div>
                              <div class="line">And make a chequer'd shadow on the ground:</div>
                              <div class="line">Under their sweet shade, Aaron, let us sit,</div>
                              <div class="line">And, whilst the babbling echo mocks the hounds,</div>
                              <div class="line">Replying shrilly to the well-tuned horns,</div>
                              <div class="line">As if a double hunt were heard at once,</div>
                              <div class="line">Let us sit down and mark their yelping noise;</div>
                              <div class="line">And, after conflict such as was supposed</div>
                              <div class="line">The wandering prince and Dido once enjoy'd,</div>
                              <div class="line">When with a happy storm they were surprised</div>
                              <div class="line">And curtain'd with a counsel-keeping cave,</div>
                              <div class="line">We may, each wreathed in the other's arms,</div>
                              <div class="line">Our pastimes done, possess a golden slumber;</div>
                              <div class="line">Whiles hounds and horns and sweet melodious birds</div>
                              <div class="line">Be unto us as is a nurse's song</div>
                              <div class="line">Of lullaby to bring her babe asleep.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                              <div class="line">Madam, though Venus govern your desires,</div>
                              <div class="line">Saturn is dominator over mine:</div>
                              <div class="line">What signifies my deadly-standing eye,</div>
                              <div class="line">My silence and my cloudy melancholy,</div>
                              <div class="line">My fleece of woolly hair that now uncurls</div>
                              <div class="line">Even as an adder when she doth unroll</div>
                              <div class="line">To do some fatal execution?</div>
                              <div class="line">No, madam, these are no venereal signs:</div>
                              <div class="line">Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand,</div>
                              <div class="line">Blood and revenge are hammering in my head.</div>
                              <div class="line">Hark Tamora, the empress of my soul,</div>
                              <div class="line">Which never hopes more heaven than rests in thee,</div>
                              <div class="line">This is the day of doom for Bassianus:</div>
                              <div class="line">His Philomel must lose her tongue to-day,</div>
                              <div class="line">Thy sons make pillage of her chastity</div>
                              <div class="line">And wash their hands in Bassianus' blood.</div>
                              <div class="line">Seest thou this letter? take it up, I pray thee,</div>
                              <div class="line">And give the king this fatal plotted scroll.</div>
                              <div class="line">Now question me no more; we are espied;</div>
                              <div class="line">Here comes a parcel of our hopeful booty,</div>
                              <div class="line">Which dreads not yet their lives' destruction.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                              <div class="line">Ah, my sweet Moor, sweeter to me than life!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                              <div class="line">No more, great empress; Bassianus comes:</div>
                              <div class="line">Be cross with him; and I'll go fetch thy sons</div>
                              <div class="line">To back thy quarrels, whatsoe'er they be.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exit</p>
                        <p>Enter BASSIANUS and LAVINIA</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASSIANUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Who have we here? Rome's royal empress,</div>
                              <div class="line">Unfurnish'd of her well-beseeming troop?</div>
                              <div class="line">Or is it Dian, habited like her,</div>
                              <div class="line">Who hath abandoned her holy groves</div>
                              <div class="line">To see the general hunting in this forest?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                              <div class="line">Saucy controller of our private steps!</div>
                              <div class="line">Had I the power that some say Dian had,</div>
                              <div class="line">Thy temples should be planted presently</div>
                              <div class="line">With horns, as was Actaeon's; and the hounds</div>
                              <div class="line">Should drive upon thy new-transformed limbs,</div>
                              <div class="line">Unmannerly intruder as thou art!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LAVINIA</div>
                              <div class="line">Under your patience, gentle empress,</div>
                              <div class="line">'Tis thought you have a goodly gift in horning;</div>
                              <div class="line">And to be doubted that your Moor and you</div>
                              <div class="line">Are singled forth to try experiments:</div>
                              <div class="line">Jove shield your husband from his hounds to-day!</div>
                              <div class="line">'Tis pity they should take him for a stag.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASSIANUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Believe me, queen, your swarth Cimmerian</div>
                              <div class="line">Doth make your honour of his body's hue,</div>
                              <div class="line">Spotted, detested, and abominable.</div>
                              <div class="line">Why are you sequester'd from all your train,</div>
                              <div class="line">Dismounted from your snow-white goodly steed.</div>
                              <div class="line">And wander'd hither to an obscure plot,</div>
                              <div class="line">Accompanied but with a barbarous Moor,</div>
                              <div class="line">If foul desire had not conducted you?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LAVINIA</div>
                              <div class="line">And, being intercepted in your sport,</div>
                              <div class="line">Great reason that my noble lord be rated</div>
                              <div class="line">For sauciness. I pray you, let us hence,</div>
                              <div class="line">And let her joy her raven-colour'd love;</div>
                              <div class="line">This valley fits the purpose passing well.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASSIANUS</div>
                              <div class="line">The king my brother shall have note of this.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LAVINIA</div>
                              <div class="line">Ay, for these slips have made him noted long:</div>
                              <div class="line">Good king, to be so mightily abused!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                              <div class="line">Why have I patience to endure all this?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Enter DEMETRIUS and CHIRON</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">How now, dear sovereign, and our gracious mother!</div>
                              <div class="line">Why doth your highness look so pale and wan?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                              <div class="line">Have I not reason, think you, to look pale?</div>
                              <div class="line">These two have 'ticed me hither to this place:</div>
                              <div class="line">A barren detested vale, you see it is;</div>
                              <div class="line">The trees, though summer, yet forlorn and lean,</div>
                              <div class="line">O'ercome with moss and baleful mistletoe:</div>
                              <div class="line">Here never shines the sun; here nothing breeds,</div>
                              <div class="line">Unless the nightly owl or fatal raven:</div>
                              <div class="line">And when they show'd me this abhorred pit,</div>
                              <div class="line">They told me, here, at dead time of the night,</div>
                              <div class="line">A thousand fiends, a thousand hissing snakes,</div>
                              <div class="line">Ten thousand swelling toads, as many urchins,</div>
                              <div class="line">Would make such fearful and confused cries</div>
                              <div class="line">As any mortal body hearing it</div>
                              <div class="line">Should straight fall mad, or else die suddenly.</div>
                              <div class="line">No sooner had they told this hellish tale,</div>
                              <div class="line">But straight they told me they would bind me here</div>
                              <div class="line">Unto the body of a dismal yew,</div>
                              <div class="line">And leave me to this miserable death:</div>
                              <div class="line">And then they call'd me foul adulteress,</div>
                              <div class="line">Lascivious Goth, and all the bitterest terms</div>
                              <div class="line">That ever ear did hear to such effect:</div>
                              <div class="line">And, had you not by wondrous fortune come,</div>
                              <div class="line">This vengeance on me had they executed.</div>
                              <div class="line">Revenge it, as you love your mother's life,</div>
                              <div class="line">Or be ye not henceforth call'd my children.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">This is a witness that I am thy son.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Stabs BASSIANUS</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CHIRON</div>
                              <div class="line">And this for me, struck home to show my strength.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Also stabs BASSIANUS, who dies</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LAVINIA</div>
                              <div class="line">Ay, come, Semiramis, nay, barbarous Tamora,</div>
                              <div class="line">For no name fits thy nature but thy own!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                              <div class="line">Give me thy poniard; you shall know, my boys</div>
                              <div class="line">Your mother's hand shall right your mother's wrong.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Stay, madam; here is more belongs to her;</div>
                              <div class="line">First thrash the corn, then after burn the straw:</div>
                              <div class="line">This minion stood upon her chastity,</div>
                              <div class="line">Upon her nuptial vow, her loyalty,</div>
                              <div class="line">And with that painted hope braves your mightiness:</div>
                              <div class="line">And shall she carry this unto her grave?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CHIRON</div>
                              <div class="line">An if she do, I would I were an eunuch.</div>
                              <div class="line">Drag hence her husband to some secret hole,</div>
                              <div class="line">And make his dead trunk pillow to our lust.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                              <div class="line">But when ye have the honey ye desire,</div>
                              <div class="line">Let not this wasp outlive, us both to sting.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CHIRON</div>
                              <div class="line">I warrant you, madam, we will make that sure.</div>
                              <div class="line">Come, mistress, now perforce we will enjoy</div>
                              <div class="line">That nice-preserved honesty of yours.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LAVINIA</div>
                              <div class="line">O Tamora! thou bear'st a woman's face,--</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                              <div class="line">I will not hear her speak; away with her!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LAVINIA</div>
                              <div class="line">Sweet lords, entreat her hear me but a word.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Listen, fair madam: let it be your glory</div>
                              <div class="line">To see her tears; but be your heart to them</div>
                              <div class="line">As unrelenting flint to drops of rain.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LAVINIA</div>
                              <div class="line">When did the tiger's young ones teach the dam?</div>
                              <div class="line">O, do not learn her wrath; she taught it thee;</div>
                              <div class="line">The milk thou suck'dst from her did turn to marble;</div>
                              <div class="line">Even at thy teat thou hadst thy tyranny.</div>
                              <div class="line">Yet every mother breeds not sons alike:</div>
                              <p>To CHIRON</p>
                              <div class="line">Do thou entreat her show a woman pity.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CHIRON</div>
                              <div class="line">What, wouldst thou have me prove myself a bastard?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LAVINIA</div>
                              <div class="line">'Tis true; the raven doth not hatch a lark:</div>
                              <div class="line">Yet have I heard,--O, could I find it now!--</div>
                              <div class="line">The lion moved with pity did endure</div>
                              <div class="line">To have his princely paws pared all away:</div>
                              <div class="line">Some say that ravens foster forlorn children,</div>
                              <div class="line">The whilst their own birds famish in their nests:</div>
                              <div class="line">O, be to me, though thy hard heart say no,</div>
                              <div class="line">Nothing so kind, but something pitiful!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                              <div class="line">I know not what it means; away with her!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LAVINIA</div>
                              <div class="line">O, let me teach thee! for my father's sake,</div>
                              <div class="line">That gave thee life, when well he might have</div>
                              <div class="line">slain thee,</div>
                              <div class="line">Be not obdurate, open thy deaf ears.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                              <div class="line">Hadst thou in person ne'er offended me,</div>
                              <div class="line">Even for his sake am I pitiless.</div>
                              <div class="line">Remember, boys, I pour'd forth tears in vain,</div>
                              <div class="line">To save your brother from the sacrifice;</div>
                              <div class="line">But fierce Andronicus would not relent;</div>
                              <div class="line">Therefore, away with her, and use her as you will,</div>
                              <div class="line">The worse to her, the better loved of me.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LAVINIA</div>
                              <div class="line">O Tamora, be call'd a gentle queen,</div>
                              <div class="line">And with thine own hands kill me in this place!</div>
                              <div class="line">For 'tis not life that I have begg'd so long;</div>
                              <div class="line">Poor I was slain when Bassianus died.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                              <div class="line">What begg'st thou, then? fond woman, let me go.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LAVINIA</div>
                              <div class="line">'Tis present death I beg; and one thing more</div>
                              <div class="line">That womanhood denies my tongue to tell:</div>
                              <div class="line">O, keep me from their worse than killing lust,</div>
                              <div class="line">And tumble me into some loathsome pit,</div>
                              <div class="line">Where never man's eye may behold my body:</div>
                              <div class="line">Do this, and be a charitable murderer.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                              <div class="line">So should I rob my sweet sons of their fee:</div>
                              <div class="line">No, let them satisfy their lust on thee.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Away! for thou hast stay'd us here too long.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LAVINIA</div>
                              <div class="line">No grace? no womanhood? Ah, beastly creature!</div>
                              <div class="line">The blot and enemy to our general name!</div>
                              <div class="line">Confusion fall--</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CHIRON</div>
                              <div class="line">Nay, then I'll stop your mouth. Bring thou her husband:</div>
                              <div class="line">This is the hole where Aaron bid us hide him.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>DEMETRIUS throws the body of BASSIANUS into the
pit; then exeunt DEMETRIUS and CHIRON, dragging
off LAVINIA</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                              <div class="line">Farewell, my sons: see that you make her sure.</div>
                              <div class="line">Ne'er let my heart know merry cheer indeed,</div>
                              <div class="line">Till all the Andronici be made away.</div>
                              <div class="line">Now will I hence to seek my lovely Moor,</div>
                              <div class="line">And let my spleenful sons this trull deflow'r.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exit</p>
                        <p>Re-enter AARON, with QUINTUS and MARTIUS</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                              <div class="line">Come on, my lords, the better foot before:</div>
                              <div class="line">Straight will I bring you to the loathsome pit</div>
                              <div class="line">Where I espied the panther fast asleep.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">QUINTUS</div>
                              <div class="line">My sight is very dull, whate'er it bodes.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARTIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">And mine, I promise you; were't not for shame,</div>
                              <div class="line">Well could I leave our sport to sleep awhile.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Falls into the pit</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">QUINTUS</div>
                              <div class="line">What art thou fall'n? What subtle hole is this,</div>
                              <div class="line">Whose mouth is cover'd with rude-growing briers,</div>
                              <div class="line">Upon whose leaves are drops of new-shed blood</div>
                              <div class="line">As fresh as morning dew distill'd on flowers?</div>
                              <div class="line">A very fatal place it seems to me.</div>
                              <div class="line">Speak, brother, hast thou hurt thee with the fall?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARTIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">O brother, with the dismall'st object hurt</div>
                              <div class="line">That ever eye with sight made heart lament!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                              <div class="line">
                                 <span>Aside</span>  Now will I fetch the king to find them here,</div>
                              <div class="line">That he thereby may give a likely guess</div>
                              <div class="line">How these were they that made away his brother.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exit</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARTIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Why dost not comfort me, and help me out</div>
                              <div class="line">From this unhallowed and blood-stained hole?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">QUINTUS</div>
                              <div class="line">I am surprised with an uncouth fear;</div>
                              <div class="line">A chilling sweat o'er-runs my trembling joints:</div>
                              <div class="line">My heart suspects more than mine eye can see.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARTIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">To prove thou hast a true-divining heart,</div>
                              <div class="line">Aaron and thou look down into this den,</div>
                              <div class="line">And see a fearful sight of blood and death.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">QUINTUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Aaron is gone; and my compassionate heart</div>
                              <div class="line">Will not permit mine eyes once to behold</div>
                              <div class="line">The thing whereat it trembles by surmise;</div>
                              <div class="line">O, tell me how it is; for ne'er till now</div>
                              <div class="line">Was I a child to fear I know not what.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARTIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Lord Bassianus lies embrewed here,</div>
                              <div class="line">All on a heap, like to a slaughter'd lamb,</div>
                              <div class="line">In this detested, dark, blood-drinking pit.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">QUINTUS</div>
                              <div class="line">If it be dark, how dost thou know 'tis he?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARTIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Upon his bloody finger he doth wear</div>
                              <div class="line">A precious ring, that lightens all the hole,</div>
                              <div class="line">Which, like a taper in some monument,</div>
                              <div class="line">Doth shine upon the dead man's earthy cheeks,</div>
                              <div class="line">And shows the ragged entrails of the pit:</div>
                              <div class="line">So pale did shine the moon on Pyramus</div>
                              <div class="line">When he by night lay bathed in maiden blood.</div>
                              <div class="line">O brother, help me with thy fainting hand--</div>
                              <div class="line">If fear hath made thee faint, as me it hath--</div>
                              <div class="line">Out of this fell devouring receptacle,</div>
                              <div class="line">As hateful as Cocytus' misty mouth.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">QUINTUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee out;</div>
                              <div class="line">Or, wanting strength to do thee so much good,</div>
                              <div class="line">I may be pluck'd into the swallowing womb</div>
                              <div class="line">Of this deep pit, poor Bassianus' grave.</div>
                              <div class="line">I have no strength to pluck thee to the brink.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARTIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Nor I no strength to climb without thy help.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">QUINTUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Thy hand once more; I will not loose again,</div>
                              <div class="line">Till thou art here aloft, or I below:</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou canst not come to me: I come to thee.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Falls in</p>
                        <p>Enter SATURNINUS with AARON</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Along with me: I'll see what hole is here,</div>
                              <div class="line">And what he is that now is leap'd into it.</div>
                              <div class="line">Say who art thou that lately didst descend</div>
                              <div class="line">Into this gaping hollow of the earth?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARTIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">The unhappy son of old Andronicus:</div>
                              <div class="line">Brought hither in a most unlucky hour,</div>
                              <div class="line">To find thy brother Bassianus dead.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                              <div class="line">My brother dead! I know thou dost but jest:</div>
                              <div class="line">He and his lady both are at the lodge</div>
                              <div class="line">Upon the north side of this pleasant chase;</div>
                              <div class="line">'Tis not an hour since I left him there.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARTIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">We know not where you left him all alive;</div>
                              <div class="line">But, out, alas! here have we found him dead.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Re-enter TAMORA, with Attendants; TITUS
ANDRONICUS, and Lucius</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                              <div class="line">Where is my lord the king?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Here, Tamora, though grieved with killing grief.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                              <div class="line">Where is thy brother Bassianus?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Now to the bottom dost thou search my wound:</div>
                              <div class="line">Poor Bassianus here lies murdered.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                              <div class="line">Then all too late I bring this fatal writ,</div>
                              <div class="line">The complot of this timeless tragedy;</div>
                              <div class="line">And wonder greatly that man's face can fold</div>
                              <div class="line">In pleasing smiles such murderous tyranny.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>She giveth SATURNINUS a letter</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                              <div class="line">
                                 <span>Reads</span>  'An if we miss to meet him handsomely--</div>
                              <div class="line">Sweet huntsman, Bassianus 'tis we mean--</div>
                              <div class="line">Do thou so much as dig the grave for him:</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou know'st our meaning. Look for thy reward</div>
                              <div class="line">Among the nettles at the elder-tree</div>
                              <div class="line">Which overshades the mouth of that same pit</div>
                              <div class="line">Where we decreed to bury Bassianus.</div>
                              <div class="line">Do this, and purchase us thy lasting friends.'</div>
                              <div class="line">O Tamora! was ever heard the like?</div>
                              <div class="line">This is the pit, and this the elder-tree.</div>
                              <div class="line">Look, sirs, if you can find the huntsman out</div>
                              <div class="line">That should have murdered Bassianus here.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                              <div class="line">My gracious lord, here is the bag of gold.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                              <div class="line">
                                 <span>To TITUS</span>  Two of thy whelps, fell curs of</div>
                              <div class="line">bloody kind,</div>
                              <div class="line">Have here bereft my brother of his life.</div>
                              <div class="line">Sirs, drag them from the pit unto the prison:</div>
                              <div class="line">There let them bide until we have devised</div>
                              <div class="line">Some never-heard-of torturing pain for them.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                              <div class="line">What, are they in this pit? O wondrous thing!</div>
                              <div class="line">How easily murder is discovered!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">High emperor, upon my feeble knee</div>
                              <div class="line">I beg this boon, with tears not lightly shed,</div>
                              <div class="line">That this fell fault of my accursed sons,</div>
                              <div class="line">Accursed if the fault be proved in them,--</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                              <div class="line">If it be proved! you see it is apparent.</div>
                              <div class="line">Who found this letter? Tamora, was it you?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                              <div class="line">Andronicus himself did take it up.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">I did, my lord: yet let me be their bail;</div>
                              <div class="line">For, by my father's reverend tomb, I vow</div>
                              <div class="line">They shall be ready at your highness' will</div>
                              <div class="line">To answer their suspicion with their lives.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SATURNINUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou shalt not bail them: see thou follow me.</div>
                              <div class="line">Some bring the murder'd body, some the murderers:</div>
                              <div class="line">Let them not speak a word; the guilt is plain;</div>
                              <div class="line">For, by my soul, were there worse end than death,</div>
                              <div class="line">That end upon them should be executed.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TAMORA</div>
                              <div class="line">Andronicus, I will entreat the king;</div>
                              <div class="line">Fear not thy sons; they shall do well enough.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Come, Lucius, come; stay not to talk with them.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt</p>
                     </div>
                  </section>
                  <section class="section" id="R.1.4.5">
                     <div class="section-titlepage">
                        <h2>4. SCENE IV.  Another part of the forest.</h2>
                     </div>
                     <div class="content">
                        <p>Enter DEMETRIUS and CHIRON with LAVINIA, ravished;
her hands cut off, and her tongue cut out</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">So, now go tell, an if thy tongue can speak,</div>
                              <div class="line">Who 'twas that cut thy tongue and ravish'd thee.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CHIRON</div>
                              <div class="line">Write down thy mind, bewray thy meaning so,</div>
                              <div class="line">An if thy stumps will let thee play the scribe.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">See, how with signs and tokens she can scrowl.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CHIRON</div>
                              <div class="line">Go home, call for sweet water, wash thy hands.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">She hath no tongue to call, nor hands to wash;</div>
                              <div class="line">And so let's leave her to her silent walks.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CHIRON</div>
                              <div class="line">An 'twere my case, I should go hang myself.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DEMETRIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">If thou hadst hands to help thee knit the cord.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt DEMETRIUS and CHIRON</p>
                        <p>Enter MARCUS</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARCUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Who is this? my niece, that flies away so fast!</div>
                              <div class="line">Cousin, a word; where is your husband?</div>
                              <div class="line">If I do dream, would all my wealth would wake me!</div>
                              <div class="line">If I do wake, some planet strike me down,</div>
                              <div class="line">That I may slumber in eternal sleep!</div>
                              <div class="line">Speak, gentle niece, what stern ungentle hands</div>
                              <div class="line">Have lopp'd and hew'd and made thy body bare</div>
                              <div class="line">Of her two branches, those sweet ornaments,</div>
                              <div class="line">Whose circling shadows kings have sought to sleep in,</div>
                              <div class="line">And might not gain so great a happiness</div>
                              <div class="line">As have thy love? Why dost not speak to me?</div>
                              <div class="line">Alas, a crimson river of warm blood,</div>
                              <div class="line">Like to a bubbling fountain stirr'd with wind,</div>
                              <div class="line">Doth rise and fall between thy rosed lips,</div>
                              <div class="line">Coming and going with thy honey breath.</div>
                              <div class="line">But, sure, some Tereus hath deflowered thee,</div>
                              <div class="line">And, lest thou shouldst detect him, cut thy tongue.</div>
                              <div class="line">Ah, now thou turn'st away thy face for shame!</div>
                              <div class="line">And, notwithstanding all this loss of blood,</div>
                              <div class="line">As from a conduit with three issuing spouts,</div>
                              <div class="line">Yet do thy cheeks look red as Titan's face</div>
                              <div class="line">Blushing to be encountered with a cloud.</div>
                              <div class="line">Shall I speak for thee? shall I say 'tis so?</div>
                              <div class="line">O, that I knew thy heart; and knew the beast,</div>
                              <div class="line">That I might rail at him, to ease my mind!</div>
                              <div class="line">Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopp'd,</div>
                              <div class="line">Doth burn the heart to cinders where it is.</div>
                              <div class="line">Fair Philomela, she but lost her tongue,</div>
                              <div class="line">And in a tedious sampler sew'd her mind:</div>
                              <div class="line">But, lovely niece, that mean is cut from thee;</div>
                              <div class="line">A craftier Tereus, cousin, hast thou met,</div>
                              <div class="line">And he hath cut those pretty fingers off,</div>
                              <div class="line">That could have better sew'd than Philomel.</div>
                              <div class="line">O, had the monster seen those lily hands</div>
                              <div class="line">Tremble, like aspen-leaves, upon a lute,</div>
                              <div class="line">And make the silken strings delight to kiss them,</div>
                              <div class="line">He would not then have touch'd them for his life!</div>
                              <div class="line">Or, had he heard the heavenly harmony</div>
                              <div class="line">Which that sweet tongue hath made,</div>
                              <div class="line">He would have dropp'd his knife, and fell asleep</div>
                              <div class="line">As Cerberus at the Thracian poet's feet.</div>
                              <div class="line">Come, let us go, and make thy father blind;</div>
                              <div class="line">For such a sight will blind a father's eye:</div>
                              <div class="line">One hour's storm will drown the fragrant meads;</div>
                              <div class="line">What will whole months of tears thy father's eyes?</div>
                              <div class="line">Do not draw back, for we will mourn with thee</div>
                              <div class="line">O, could our mourning ease thy misery!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt</p>
                     </div>
                  </section>
               </div>
            </article>
            <article class="chapter" id="R.1.5">
               <header class="chapter-titlepage">
                  <h2>Chapter 3. ACT III</h2>
               </header>
               <div class="lists-of-titles">
                  <div class="toc">
                     <p>
                        <b>Table of Contents</b>
                     </p>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.2">1. SCENE I.  Rome. A street.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.3">2. SCENE II.  A room in Titus's house. A banquet set out.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="content">
                  <section class="section" id="R.1.5.2">
                     <div class="section-titlepage">
                        <h2>1. SCENE I.  Rome. A street.</h2>
                     </div>
                     <div class="content">
                        <p>Enter Judges, Senators and Tribunes, with MARTIUS
and QUINTUS, bound, passing on to the place of
execution; TITUS going before, pleading</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Hear me, grave fathers! noble tribunes, stay!</div>
                              <div class="line">For pity of mine age, whose youth was spent</div>
                              <div class="line">In dangerous wars, whilst you securely slept;</div>
                              <div class="line">For all my blood in Rome's great quarrel shed;</div>
                              <div class="line">For all the frosty nights that I have watch'd;</div>
                              <div class="line">And for these bitter tears, which now you see</div>
                              <div class="line">Filling the aged wrinkles in my cheeks;</div>
                              <div class="line">Be pitiful to my condemned sons,</div>
                              <div class="line">Whose souls are not corrupted as 'tis thought.</div>
                              <div class="line">For two and twenty sons I never wept,</div>
                              <div class="line">Because they died in honour's lofty bed.</div>
                              <p>Lieth down; the Judges, &c., pass by him, and Exeunt</p>
                              <div class="line">For these, these, tribunes, in the dust I write</div>
                              <div class="line">My heart's deep languor and my soul's sad tears:</div>
                              <div class="line">Let my tears stanch the earth's dry appetite;</div>
                              <div class="line">My sons' sweet blood will make it shame and blush.</div>
                              <div class="line">O earth, I will befriend thee more with rain,</div>
                              <div class="line">That shall distil from these two ancient urns,</div>
                              <div class="line">Than youthful April shall with all his showers:</div>
                              <div class="line">In summer's drought I'll drop upon thee still;</div>
                              <div class="line">In winter with warm tears I'll melt the snow</div>
                              <div class="line">And keep eternal spring-time on thy face,</div>
                              <div class="line">So thou refuse to drink my dear sons' blood.</div>
                              <p>Enter LUCIUS, with his sword drawn</p>
                              <div class="line">O reverend tribunes! O gentle, aged men!</div>
                              <div class="line">Unbind my sons, reverse the doom of death;</div>
                              <div class="line">And let me say, that never wept before,</div>
                              <div class="line">My tears are now prevailing orators.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">O noble father, you lament in vain:</div>
                              <div class="line">The tribunes hear you not; no man is by;</div>
                              <div class="line">And you recount your sorrows to a stone.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Ah, Lucius, for thy brothers let me plead.</div>
                              <div class="line">Grave tribunes, once more I entreat of you,--</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">My gracious lord, no tribune hears you speak.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Why, tis no matter, man; if they did hear,</div>
                              <div class="line">They would not mark me, or if they did mark,</div>
                              <div class="line">They would not pity me, yet plead I must;</div>
                              <div class="line">And bootless unto them.</div>
                              <div class="line">Therefore I tell my sorrows to the stones;</div>
                              <div class="line">Who, though they cannot answer my distress,</div>
                              <div class="line">Yet in some sort they are better than the tribunes,</div>
                              <div class="line">For that they will not intercept my tale:</div>
                              <div class="line">When I do weep, they humbly at my feet</div>
                              <div class="line">Receive my tears and seem to weep with me;</div>
                              <div class="line">And, were they but attired in grave weeds,</div>
                              <div class="line">Rome could afford no tribune like to these.</div>
                              <div class="line">A stone is soft as wax,--tribunes more hard than stones;</div>
                              <div class="line">A stone is silent, and offendeth not,</div>
                              <div class="line">And tribunes with their tongues doom men to death.</div>
                              <p>Rises</p>
                              <div class="line">But wherefore stand'st thou with thy weapon drawn?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">To rescue my two brothers from their death:</div>
                              <div class="line">For which attempt the judges have pronounced</div>
                              <div class="line">My everlasting doom of banishment.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">O happy man! they have befriended thee.</div>
                              <div class="line">Why, foolish Lucius, dost thou not perceive</div>
                              <div class="line">That Rome is but a wilderness of tigers?</div>
                              <div class="line">Tigers must prey, and Rome affords no prey</div>
                              <div class="line">But me and mine: how happy art thou, then,</div>
                              <div class="line">From these devourers to be banished!</div>
                              <div class="line">But who comes with our brother Marcus here?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Enter MARCUS and LAVINIA</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Titus, prepare thy aged eyes to weep;</div>
                              <div class="line">Or, if not so, thy noble heart to break:</div>
                              <div class="line">I bring consuming sorrow to thine age.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Will it consume me? let me see it, then.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">This was thy daughter.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Why, Marcus, so she is.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Ay me, this object kills me!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Faint-hearted boy, arise, and look upon her.</div>
                              <div class="line">Speak, Lavinia, what accursed hand</div>
                              <div class="line">Hath made thee handless in thy father's sight?</div>
                              <div class="line">What fool hath added water to the sea,</div>
                              <div class="line">Or brought a faggot to bright-burning Troy?</div>
                              <div class="line">My grief was at the height before thou camest,</div>
                              <div class="line">And now like Nilus, it disdaineth bounds.</div>
                              <div class="line">Give me a sword, I'll chop off my hands too;</div>
                              <div class="line">For they have fought for Rome, and all in vain;</div>
                              <div class="line">And they have nursed this woe, in feeding life;</div>
                              <div class="line">In bootless prayer have they been held up,</div>
                              <div class="line">And they have served me to effectless use:</div>
                              <div class="line">Now all the service I require of them</div>
                              <div class="line">Is that the one will help to cut the other.</div>
                              <div class="line">'Tis well, Lavinia, that thou hast no hands;</div>
                              <div class="line">For hands, to do Rome service, are but vain.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Speak, gentle sister, who hath martyr'd thee?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">O, that delightful engine of her thoughts</div>
                              <div class="line">That blabb'd them with such pleasing eloquence,</div>
                              <div class="line">Is torn from forth that pretty hollow cage,</div>
                              <div class="line">Where, like a sweet melodious bird, it sung</div>
                              <div class="line">Sweet varied notes, enchanting every ear!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">O, say thou for her, who hath done this deed?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">O, thus I found her, straying in the park,</div>
                              <div class="line">Seeking to hide herself, as doth the deer</div>
                              <div class="line">That hath received some unrecuring wound.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">It was my deer; and he that wounded her</div>
                              <div class="line">Hath hurt me more than had he killed me dead:</div>
                              <div class="line">For now I stand as one upon a rock</div>
                              <div class="line">Environed with a wilderness of sea,</div>
                              <div class="line">Who marks the waxing tide grow wave by wave,</div>
                              <div class="line">Expecting ever when some envious surge</div>
                              <div class="line">Will in his brinish bowels swallow him.</div>
                              <div class="line">This way to death my wretched sons are gone;</div>
                              <div class="line">Here stands my other son, a banished man,</div>
                              <div class="line">And here my brother, weeping at my woes.</div>
                              <div class="line">But that which gives my soul the greatest spurn,</div>
                              <div class="line">Is dear Lavinia, dearer than my soul.</div>
                              <div class="line">Had I but seen thy picture in this plight,</div>
                              <div class="line">It would have madded me: what shall I do</div>
                              <div class="line">Now I behold thy lively body so?</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou hast no hands, to wipe away thy tears:</div>
                              <div class="line">Nor tongue, to tell me who hath martyr'd thee:</div>
                              <div class="line">Thy husband he is dead: and for his death</div>
                              <div class="line">Thy brothers are condemn'd, and dead by this.</div>
                              <div class="line">Look, Marcus! ah, son Lucius, look on her!</div>
                              <div class="line">When I did name her brothers, then fresh tears</div>
                              <div class="line">Stood on her cheeks, as doth the honey-dew</div>
                              <div class="line">Upon a gather'd lily almost wither'd.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Perchance she weeps because they kill'd her husband;</div>
                              <div class="line">Perchance because she knows them innocent.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">If they did kill thy husband, then be joyful</div>
                              <div class="line">Because the law hath ta'en revenge on them.</div>
                              <div class="line">No, no, they would not do so foul a deed;</div>
                              <div class="line">Witness the sorrow that their sister makes.</div>
                              <div class="line">Gentle Lavinia, let me kiss thy lips.</div>
                              <div class="line">Or make some sign how I may do thee ease:</div>
                              <div class="line">Shall thy good uncle, and thy brother Lucius,</div>
                              <div class="line">And thou, and I, sit round about some fountain,</div>
                              <div class="line">Looking all downwards to behold our cheeks</div>
                              <div class="line">How they are stain'd, as meadows, yet not dry,</div>
                              <div class="line">With miry slime left on them by a flood?</div>
                              <div class="line">And in the fountain shall we gaze so long</div>
                              <div class="line">Till the fresh taste be taken from that clearness,</div>
                              <div class="line">And made a brine-pit with our bitter tears?</div>
                              <div class="line">Or shall we cut away our hands, like thine?</div>
                              <div class="line">Or shall we bite our tongues, and in dumb shows</div>
                              <div class="line">Pass the remainder of our hateful days?</div>
                              <div class="line">What shall we do? let us, that have our tongues,</div>
                              <div class="line">Plot some deuce of further misery,</div>
                              <div class="line">To make us wonder'd at in time to come.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Sweet father, cease your tears; for, at your grief,</div>
                              <div class="line">See how my wretched sister sobs and weeps.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Patience, dear niece. Good Titus, dry thine eyes.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Ah, Marcus, Marcus! brother, well I wot</div>
                              <div class="line">Thy napkin cannot drink a tear of mine,</div>
                              <div class="line">For thou, poor man, hast drown'd it with thine own.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Ah, my Lavinia, I will wipe thy cheeks.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Mark, Marcus, mark! I understand her signs:</div>
                              <div class="line">Had she a tongue to speak, now would she say</div>
                              <div class="line">That to her brother which I said to thee:</div>
                              <div class="line">His napkin, with his true tears all bewet,</div>
                              <div class="line">Can do no service on her sorrowful cheeks.</div>
                              <div class="line">O, what a sympathy of woe is this,</div>
                              <div class="line">As far from help as Limbo is from bliss!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Enter AARON</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                              <div class="line">Titus Andronicus, my lord the emperor</div>
                              <div class="line">Sends thee this word,--that, if thou love thy sons,</div>
                              <div class="line">Let Marcus, Lucius, or thyself, old Titus,</div>
                              <div class="line">Or any one of you, chop off your hand,</div>
                              <div class="line">And send it to the king: he for the same</div>
                              <div class="line">Will send thee hither both thy sons alive;</div>
                              <div class="line">And that shall be the ransom for their fault.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">O gracious emperor! O gentle Aaron!</div>
                              <div class="line">Did ever raven sing so like a lark,</div>
                              <div class="line">That gives sweet tidings of the sun's uprise?</div>
                              <div class="line">With all my heart, I'll send the emperor My hand:</div>
                              <div class="line">Good Aaron, wilt thou help to chop it off?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Stay, father! for that noble hand of thine,</div>
                              <div class="line">That hath thrown down so many enemies,</div>
                              <div class="line">Shall not be sent: my hand will serve the turn:</div>
                              <div class="line">My youth can better spare my blood than you;</div>
                              <div class="line">And therefore mine shall save my brothers' lives.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Which of your hands hath not defended Rome,</div>
                              <div class="line">And rear'd aloft the bloody battle-axe,</div>
                              <div class="line">Writing destruction on the enemy's castle?</div>
                              <div class="line">O, none of both but are of high desert:</div>
                              <div class="line">My hand hath been but idle; let it serve</div>
                              <div class="line">To ransom my two nephews from their death;</div>
                              <div class="line">Then have I kept it to a worthy end.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                              <div class="line">Nay, come, agree whose hand shall go along,</div>
                              <div class="line">For fear they die before their pardon come.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">My hand shall go.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">By heaven, it shall not go!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Sirs, strive no more: such wither'd herbs as these</div>
                              <div class="line">Are meet for plucking up, and therefore mine.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Sweet father, if I shall be thought thy son,</div>
                              <div class="line">Let me redeem my brothers both from death.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">And, for our father's sake and mother's care,</div>
                              <div class="line">Now let me show a brother's love to thee.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Agree between you; I will spare my hand.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Then I'll go fetch an axe.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">But I will use the axe.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt LUCIUS and MARCUS</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Come hither, Aaron; I'll deceive them both:</div>
                              <div class="line">Lend me thy hand, and I will give thee mine.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                              <div class="line">
                                 <span>Aside</span>  If that be call'd deceit, I will be honest,</div>
                              <div class="line">And never, whilst I live, deceive men so:</div>
                              <div class="line">But I'll deceive you in another sort,</div>
                              <div class="line">And that you'll say, ere half an hour pass.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Cuts off TITUS's hand</p>
                        <p>Re-enter LUCIUS and MARCUS</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Now stay your strife: what shall be is dispatch'd.</div>
                              <div class="line">Good Aaron, give his majesty my hand:</div>
                              <div class="line">Tell him it was a hand that warded him</div>
                              <div class="line">From thousand dangers; bid him bury it</div>
                              <div class="line">More hath it merited; that let it have.</div>
                              <div class="line">As for my sons, say I account of them</div>
                              <div class="line">As jewels purchased at an easy price;</div>
                              <div class="line">And yet dear too, because I bought mine own.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">AARON</div>
                              <div class="line">I go, Andronicus: and for thy hand</div>
                              <div class="line">Look by and by to have thy sons with thee.</div>
                              <p>Aside</p>
                              <div class="line">Their heads, I mean. O, how this villany</div>
                              <div class="line">Doth fat me with the very thoughts of it!</div>
                              <div class="line">Let fools do good, and fair men call for grace.</div>
                              <div class="line">Aaron will have his soul black like his face.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exit</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">O, here I lift this one hand up to heaven,</div>
                              <div class="line">And bow this feeble ruin to the earth:</div>
                              <div class="line">If any power pities wretched tears,</div>
                              <div class="line">To that I call!</div>
                              <p>To LAVINIA</p>
                              <div class="line">What, wilt thou kneel with me?</div>
                              <div class="line">Do, then, dear heart; for heaven shall hear our prayers;</div>
                              <div class="line">Or with our sighs we'll breathe the welkin dim,</div>
                              <div class="line">And stain the sun with fog, as sometime clouds</div>
                              <div class="line">When they do hug him in their melting bosoms.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">O brother, speak with possibilities,</div>
                              <div class="line">And do not break into these deep extremes.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Is not my sorrow deep, having no bottom?</div>
                              <div class="line">Then be my passions bottomless with them.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">But yet let reason govern thy lament.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">If there were reason for these miseries,</div>
                              <div class="line">Then into limits could I bind my woes:</div>
                              <div class="line">When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'erflow?</div>
                              <div class="line">If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad,</div>
                              <div class="line">Threatening the welkin with his big-swoln face?</div>
                              <div class="line">And wilt thou have a reason for this coil?</div>
                              <div class="line">I am the sea; hark, how her sighs do blow!</div>
                              <div class="line">She is the weeping welkin, I the earth:</div>
                              <div class="line">Then must my sea be moved with her sighs;</div>
                              <div class="line">Then must my earth with her continual tears</div>
                              <div class="line">Become a deluge, overflow'd and drown'd;</div>
                              <div class="line">For why my bowels cannot hide her woes,</div>
                              <div class="line">But like a drunkard must I vomit them.</div>
                              <div class="line">Then give me leave, for losers will have leave</div>
                              <div class="line">To ease their stomachs with their bitter tongues.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Enter a Messenger, with two heads and a hand</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Messenger</div>
                              <div class="line">Worthy Andronicus, ill art thou repaid</div>
                              <div class="line">For that good hand thou sent'st the emperor.</div>
                              <div class="line">Here are the heads of thy two noble sons;</div>
                              <div class="line">And here's thy hand, in scorn to thee sent back;</div>
                              <div class="line">Thy griefs their sports, thy resolution mock'd;</div>
                              <div class="line">That woe is me to think upon thy woes</div>
                              <div class="line">More than remembrance of my father's death.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exit</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Now let hot AEtna cool in Sicily,</div>
                              <div class="line">And be my heart an ever-burning hell!</div>
                              <div class="line">These miseries are more than may be borne.</div>
                              <div class="line">To weep with them that weep doth ease some deal;</div>
                              <div class="line">But sorrow flouted at is double death.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Ah, that this sight should make so deep a wound,</div>
                              <div class="line">And yet detested life not shrink thereat!</div>
                              <div class="line">That ever death should let life bear his name,</div>
                              <div class="line">Where life hath no more interest but to breathe!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>LAVINIA kisses TITUS</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Alas, poor heart, that kiss is comfortless</div>
                              <div class="line">As frozen water to a starved snake.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">When will this fearful slumber have an end?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Now, farewell, flattery: die, Andronicus;</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou dost not slumber: see, thy two sons' heads,</div>
                              <div class="line">Thy warlike hand, thy mangled daughter here:</div>
                              <div class="line">Thy other banish'd son, with this dear sight</div>
                              <div class="line">Struck pale and bloodless; and thy brother, I,</div>
                              <div class="line">Even like a stony image, cold and numb.</div>
                              <div class="line">Ah, now no more will I control thy griefs:</div>
                              <div class="line">Rend off thy silver hair, thy other hand</div>
                              <div class="line">Gnawing with thy teeth; and be this dismal sight</div>
                              <div class="line">The closing up of our most wretched eyes;</div>
                              <div class="line">Now is a time to storm; why art thou still?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Ha, ha, ha!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Why dost thou laugh? it fits not with this hour.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Why, I have not another tear to shed:</div>
                              <div class="line">Besides, this sorrow is an enemy,</div>
                              <div class="line">And would usurp upon my watery eyes</div>
                              <div class="line">And make them blind with tributary tears:</div>
                              <div class="line">Then which way shall I find Revenge's cave?</div>
                              <div class="line">For these two heads do seem to speak to me,</div>
                              <div class="line">And threat me I shall never come to bliss</div>
                              <div class="line">Till all these mischiefs be return'd again</div>
                              <div class="line">Even in their throats that have committed them.</div>
                              <div class="line">Come, let me see what task I have to do.</div>
                              <div class="line">You heavy people, circle me about,</div>
                              <div class="line">That I may turn me to each one of you,</div>
                              <div class="line">And swear unto my soul to right your wrongs.</div>
                              <div class="line">The vow is made. Come, brother, take a head;</div>
                              <div class="line">And in this hand the other I will bear.</div>
                              <div class="line">Lavinia, thou shalt be employ'd: these arms!</div>
                              <div class="line">Bear thou my hand, sweet wench, between thy teeth.</div>
                              <div class="line">As for thee, boy, go get thee from my sight;</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou art an exile, and thou must not stay:</div>
                              <div class="line">Hie to the Goths, and raise an army there:</div>
                              <div class="line">And, if you love me, as I think you do,</div>
                              <div class="line">Let's kiss and part, for we have much to do.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt TITUS, MARCUS, and LAVINIA</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LUCIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Farewell Andronicus, my noble father,</div>
                              <div class="line">The wofull'st man that ever lived in Rome:</div>
                              <div class="line">Farewell, proud Rome; till Lucius come again,</div>
                              <div class="line">He leaves his pledges dearer than his life:</div>
                              <div class="line">Farewell, Lavinia, my noble sister;</div>
                              <div class="line">O, would thou wert as thou tofore hast been!</div>
                              <div class="line">But now nor Lucius nor Lavinia lives</div>
                              <div class="line">But in oblivion and hateful griefs.</div>
                              <div class="line">If Lucius live, he will requite your wrongs;</div>
                              <div class="line">And make proud Saturnine and his empress</div>
                              <div class="line">Beg at the gates, like Tarquin and his queen.</div>
                              <div class="line">Now will I to the Goths, and raise a power,</div>
                              <div class="line">To be revenged on Rome and Saturnine.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exit</p>
                     </div>
                  </section>
                  <section class="section" id="R.1.5.3">
                     <div class="section-titlepage">
                        <h2>2. SCENE II.  A room in Titus's house. A banquet set out.</h2>
                     </div>
                     <div class="content">
                        <p>Enter TITUS, MARCUS, LAVINIA and Young LUCIUS, a boy</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">So, so; now sit: and look you eat no more</div>
                              <div class="line">Than will preserve just so much strength in us</div>
                              <div class="line">As will revenge these bitter woes of ours.</div>
                              <div class="line">Marcus, unknit that sorrow-wreathen knot:</div>
                              <div class="line">Thy niece and I, poor creatures, want our hands,</div>
                              <div class="line">And cannot passionate our tenfold grief</div>
                              <div class="line">With folded arms. This poor right hand of mine</div>
                              <div class="line">Is left to tyrannize upon my breast;</div>
                              <div class="line">Who, when my heart, all mad with misery,</div>
                              <div class="line">Beats in this hollow prison of my flesh,</div>
                              <div class="line">Then thus I thump it down.</div>
                              <p>To LAVINIA</p>
                              <div class="line">Thou map of woe, that thus dost talk in signs!</div>
                              <div class="line">When thy poor heart beats with outrageous beating,</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou canst not strike it thus to make it still.</div>
                              <div class="line">Wound it with sighing, girl, kill it with groans;</div>
                              <div class="line">Or get some little knife between thy teeth,</div>
                              <div class="line">And just against thy heart make thou a hole;</div>
                              <div class="line">That all the tears that thy poor eyes let fall</div>
                              <div class="line">May run into that sink, and soaking in</div>
                              <div class="line">Drown the lamenting fool in sea-salt tears.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Fie, brother, fie! teach her not thus to lay</div>
                              <div class="line">Such violent hands upon her tender life.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">How now! has sorrow made thee dote already?</div>
                              <div class="line">Why, Marcus, no man should be mad but I.</div>
                              <div class="line">What violent hands can she lay on her life?</div>
                              <div class="line">Ah, wherefore dost thou urge the name of hands;</div>
                              <div class="line">To bid AEneas tell the tale twice o'er,</div>
                              <div class="line">How Troy was burnt and he made miserable?</div>
                              <div class="line">O, handle not the theme, to talk of hands,</div>
                              <div class="line">Lest we remember still that we have none.</div>
                              <div class="line">Fie, fie, how franticly I square my talk,</div>
                              <div class="line">As if we should forget we had no hands,</div>
                              <div class="line">If Marcus did not name the word of hands!</div>
                              <div class="line">Come, let's fall to; and, gentle girl, eat this:</div>
                              <div class="line">Here is no drink! Hark, Marcus, what she says;</div>
                              <div class="line">I can interpret all her martyr'd signs;</div>
                              <div class="line">She says she drinks no other drink but tears,</div>
                              <div class="line">Brew'd with her sorrow, mesh'd upon her cheeks:</div>
                              <div class="line">Speechless complainer, I will learn thy thought;</div>
                              <div class="line">In thy dumb action will I be as perfect</div>
                              <div class="line">As begging hermits in their holy prayers:</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou shalt not sigh, nor hold thy stumps to heaven,</div>
                              <div class="line">Nor wink, nor nod, nor kneel, nor make a sign,</div>
                              <div class="line">But I of these will wrest an alphabet</div>
                              <div class="line">And by still practise learn to know thy meaning.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Young LUCIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Good grandsire, leave these bitter deep laments:</div>
                              <div class="line">Make my aunt merry with some pleasing tale.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Alas, the tender boy, in passion moved,</div>
                              <div class="line">Doth weep to see his grandsire's heaviness.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Peace, tender sapling; thou art made of tears,</div>
                              <div class="line">And tears will quickly melt thy life away.</div>
                              <p>MARCUS strikes the dish with a knife</p>
                              <div class="line">What dost thou strike at, Marcus, with thy knife?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">At that that I have kill'd, my lord; a fly.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Out on thee, murderer! thou kill'st my heart;</div>
                              <div class="line">Mine eyes are cloy'd with view of tyranny:</div>
                              <div class="line">A deed of death done on the innocent</div>
                              <div class="line">Becomes not Titus' brother: get thee gone:</div>
                              <div class="line">I see thou art not for my company.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Alas, my lord, I have but kill'd a fly.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">But how, if that fly had a father and mother?</div>
                              <div class="line">How would he hang his slender gilded wings,</div>
                              <div class="line">And buzz lamenting doings in the air!</div>
                              <div class="line">Poor harmless fly,</div>
                              <div class="line">That, with his pretty buzzing melody,</div>
                              <div class="line">Came here to make us merry! and thou hast</div>
                              <div class="line">kill'd him.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Pardon me, sir; it was a black ill-favor'd fly,</div>
                              <div class="line">Like to the empress' Moor; therefore I kill'd him.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">O, O, O,</div>
                              <div class="line">Then pardon me for reprehending thee,</div>
                              <div class="line">For thou hast done a charitable deed.</div>
                              <div class="line">Give me thy knife, I will insult on him;</div>
                              <div class="line">Flattering myself, as if it were the Moor</div>
                              <div class="line">Come hither purposely to poison me.--</div>
                              <div class="line">There's for thyself, and that's for Tamora.</div>
                              <div class="line">Ah, sirrah!</div>
                              <div class="line">Yet, I think, we are not brought so low,</div>
                              <div class="line">But that between us we can kill a fly</div>
                              <div class="line">That comes in likeness of a coal-black Moor.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Alas, poor man! grief has so wrought on him,</div>
                              <div class="line">He takes false shadows for true substances.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Come, take away. Lavinia, go with me:</div>
                              <div class="line">I'll to thy closet; and go read with thee</div>
                              <div class="line">Sad stories chanced in the times of old.</div>
                              <div class="line">Come, boy, and go with me: thy sight is young,</div>
                              <div class="line">And thou shalt read when mine begin to dazzle.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt</p>
                     </div>
                  </section>
               </div>
            </article>
            <article class="chapter" id="R.1.6">
               <header class="chapter-titlepage">
                  <h2>Chapter 4. ACT IV</h2>
               </header>
               <div class="lists-of-titles">
                  <div class="toc">
                     <p>
                        <b>Table of Contents</b>
                     </p>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.2">1. SCENE I.  Rome. Titus's garden.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.3">2. SCENE II.  The same. A room in the palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.4">3. SCENE III.  The same. A public place.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.5">4. SCENE IV.  The same. Before the palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="content">
                  <section class="section" id="R.1.6.2">
                     <div class="section-titlepage">
                        <h2>1. SCENE I.  Rome. Titus's garden.</h2>
                     </div>
                     <div class="content">
                        <p>Enter young LUCIUS, and LAVINIA running after him,
and the boy flies from her, with books under his
arm. Then enter TITUS and MARCUS</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Young LUCIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Help, grandsire, help! my aunt Lavinia</div>
                              <div class="line">Follows me every where, I know not why:</div>
                              <div class="line">Good uncle Marcus, see how swift she comes.</div>
                              <div class="line">Alas, sweet aunt, I know not what you mean.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Stand by me, Lucius; do not fear thine aunt.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">She loves thee, boy, too well to do thee harm.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Young LUCIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Ay, when my father was in Rome she did.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">What means my niece Lavinia by these signs?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Fear her not, Lucius: somewhat doth she mean:</div>
                              <div class="line">See, Lucius, see how much she makes of thee:</div>
                              <div class="line">Somewhither would she have thee go with her.</div>
                              <div class="line">Ah, boy, Cornelia never with more care</div>
                              <div class="line">Read to her sons than she hath read to thee</div>
                              <div class="line">Sweet poetry and Tully's Orator.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Canst thou not guess wherefore she plies thee thus?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Young LUCIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">My lord, I know not, I, nor can I guess,</div>
                              <div class="line">Unless some fit or frenzy do possess her:</div>
                              <div class="line">For I have heard my grandsire say full oft,</div>
                              <div class="line">Extremity of griefs would make men mad;</div>
                              <div class="line">And I have read that Hecuba of Troy</div>
                              <div class="line">Ran mad through sorrow: that made me to fear;</div>
                              <div class="line">Although, my lord, I know my noble aunt</div>
                              <div class="line">Loves me as dear as e'er my mother did,</div>
                              <div class="line">And would not, but in fury, fright my youth:</div>
                              <div class="line">Which made me down to throw my books, and fly--</div>
                              <div class="line">Causeless, perhaps. But pardon me, sweet aunt:</div>
                              <div class="line">And, madam, if my uncle Marcus go,</div>
                              <div class="line">I will most willingly attend your ladyship.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Lucius, I will.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>LAVINIA turns over with her stumps the books which
LUCIUS has let fall</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">How now, Lavinia! Marcus, what means this?</div>
                              <div class="line">Some book there is that she desires to see.</div>
                              <div class="line">Which is it, girl, of these? Open them, boy.</div>
                              <div class="line">But thou art deeper read, and better skill'd</div>
                              <div class="line">Come, and take choice of all my library,</div>
                              <div class="line">And so beguile thy sorrow, till the heavens</div>
                              <div class="line">Reveal the damn'd contriver of this deed.</div>
                              <div class="line">Why lifts she up her arms in sequence thus?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">I think she means that there was more than one</div>
                              <div class="line">Confederate in the fact: ay, more there was;</div>
                              <div class="line">Or else to heaven she heaves them for revenge.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Lucius, what book is that she tosseth so?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Young LUCIUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Grandsire, 'tis Ovid's Metamorphoses;</div>
                              <div class="line">My mother gave it me.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">For love of her that's gone,</div>
                              <div class="line">Perhaps she cull'd it from among the rest.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Soft! see how busily she turns the leaves!</div>
                              <p>Helping her</p>
                              <div class="line">What would she find? Lavinia, shall I read?</div>
                              <div class="line">This is the tragic tale of Philomel,</div>
                              <div class="line">And treats of Tereus' treason and his rape:</div>
                              <div class="line">And rape, I fear, was root of thine annoy.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">See, brother, see; note how she quotes the leaves.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TITUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Lavinia, wert thou thus surprised, sweet girl,</div>
                              <div class="line">Ravish'd and wrong'd, as Philomela was,</div>
                              <div class="line">Forced in the ruthless, vast, and gloomy woods? See, see!</div>
                              <div class="line">Ay, such a place there is, where we did hunt--</div>
                              <div class="line">O, had we never, never hunted there!--</div>
                              <div class="line">Pattern'd by that the poet here describes,</div>
                              <div class="line">By nature made for murders and for rapes.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MARCUS ANDRONICUS</div>
                              <div class="line">O, why should nature build so foul a den,</div>
                              <div class="line">Unless the gods delight in tragedies?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div