Luc. Then, noble auditory, be it known to you Were they that murdered our emperor's brother; For their fell faults our brothers were beheaded; Lastly, myself unkindly banished, The gates shut on me, and turn'd weeping out, Who drown'd their enmity in my true tears, My scars can witness, dumb although they are, For when no friends are by, men praise themselves. Marc. Now is my turn to speak. Behold this child. [Pointing to the Child in an Attendant's arms. Of this was Tamora delivered; The issue of an irreligious Moor, Chief architect and plotter of these woes: The villain is alive in Titus' house, Damn'd as he is, to witness this is true. Now judge what cause had Titus to revenge Or more than any living man could bear. Now you have heard the truth, what say you, Romans? The poor remainder of Andronici Will, hand in hand, all headlong cast us down, Speak, Romans, speak; and if you say we shall, Emil. Come, come, thou reverend man of Rome, The common voice do cry it shall be so. Romans. [several speak.] Lucius, all hail, Rome's royal emperor ! Marc. Go, go into old Titus' sorrowful house, [To Attendants, who go into the house. And hither hale that misbelieving Moor, To be adjudg'd some direful slaughtering death, As punishment for his most wicked life. [LUCIUS, MARCUS, &c., descend. Romans. [several speak] Lucius, all hail, Rome's gracious governor! Luc. Thanks, gentle Romans: may I govern so To heal Rome's harms and wipe away her woe! But, gentle people, give me aim awhile,- :- - Stand all aloof;-but, uncle, draw you near, To shed obsequious tears upon this trunk. O, take this warm kiss on thy pale cold lips, [Kisses TITUS. These sorrowful drops upon thy blood-stain'd face, The last true duties of thy noble son! Marc. Tear for tear and loving kiss for kiss Thy brother Marcus tenders on thy lips: O, were the sum of these that I should pay Luc. Come hither, boy; come, come, and learn of us To melt in showers: thy grandsire lov'd thee well: Many a time he danc'd thee on his knee, Meet and agreeing with thine infancy; Shed yet some small drops from thy tender spring, Friends should associate friends in grief and woe: Do him that kindness, and take leave of him. Y. Luc. O grandsire, grandsire! even with all my heart Would I were dead, so you did live again! O Lord, I cannot speak to him for weeping; Re-enter Attendants with AARON. Emil. You sad Andronici, have done with woes: Give sentence on this execrable wretch, That hath been breeder of these dire events. Luc. Set him breast-deep in earth, and famish him; There let him stand, and rave, and cry for food: If any one relieves or pities him, For the offence he dies. This is our doom: Aar. O, why should wrath be mute and fury dumb? I should repent the evils I have done : I do repent it from my very soul. Luc. Some loving friends convey the emperor hence, Be closed in our household's monument. No funeral rite, nor man in mournful weeds, But throw her forth to beasts and birds of prey: [Exeunt. BELL AND BAIN, PRINTERS, GLASGOW. |