ACT V SCENE II | Rome. Before TITUS's house. | |
[Enter TAMORA, DEMETRIUS, and CHIRON, disguised] |
TAMORA | Thus, in this strange and sad habiliment, |
| I will encounter with Andronicus, |
| And say I am Revenge, sent from below |
| To join with him and right his heinous wrongs. |
| Knock at his study, where, they say, he keeps, | 5 |
| To ruminate strange plots of dire revenge; |
| Tell him Revenge is come to join with him, |
| And work confusion on his enemies. |
[They knock] |
[Enter TITUS, above] |
TITUS ANDRONICUS | Who doth molest my contemplation? |
| Is it your trick to make me ope the door, | 10 |
| That so my sad decrees may fly away, |
| And all my study be to no effect? |
| You are deceived: for what I mean to do |
| See here in bloody lines I have set down; |
| And what is written shall be executed. | 15 |
TAMORA | Titus, I am come to talk with thee. |
TITUS ANDRONICUS | No, not a word; how can I grace my talk, |
| Wanting a hand to give it action? |
| Thou hast the odds of me; therefore no more. |
TAMORA | If thou didst know me, thou wouldest talk with me. | 20 |
TITUS ANDRONICUS | I am not mad; I know thee well enough: |
| Witness this wretched stump, witness these crimson lines; |
| Witness these trenches made by grief and care, |
| Witness the tiring day and heavy night; |
| Witness all sorrow, that I know thee well | 25 |
| For our proud empress, mighty Tamora: |
| Is not thy coming for my other hand? |
TAMORA | Know, thou sad man, I am not Tamora; |
| She is thy enemy, and I thy friend: |
| I am Revenge: sent from the infernal kingdom, | 30 |
| To ease the gnawing vulture of thy mind, |
| By working wreakful vengeance on thy foes. |
| Come down, and welcome me to this world's light; |
| Confer with me of murder and of death: |
| There's not a hollow cave or lurking-place, | 35 |
| No vast obscurity or misty vale, |
| Where bloody murder or detested rape |
| Can couch for fear, but I will find them out; |
| And in their ears tell them my dreadful name, |
| Revenge, which makes the foul offender quake. | 40 |
TITUS ANDRONICUS | Art thou Revenge? and art thou sent to me, |
| To be a torment to mine enemies? |
TAMORA | I am; therefore come down, and welcome me. |
TITUS ANDRONICUS | Do me some service, ere I come to thee. |
| Lo, by thy side where Rape and Murder stands; | 45 |
| Now give me some surance that thou art Revenge, |
| Stab them, or tear them on thy chariot-wheels; |
| And then I'll come and be thy waggoner, |
| And whirl along with thee about the globe. |
| Provide thee two proper palfreys, black as jet, | 50 |
| To hale thy vengeful waggon swift away, |
| And find out murderers in their guilty caves: |
| And when thy car is loaden with their heads, |
| I will dismount, and by the waggon-wheel |
| Trot, like a servile footman, all day long, | 55 |
| Even from Hyperion's rising in the east |
| Until his very downfall in the sea: |
| And day by day I'll do this heavy task, |
| So thou destroy Rapine and Murder there. |
TAMORA | These are my ministers, and come with me. | 60 |
TITUS ANDRONICUS | Are these thy ministers? what are they call'd? |
TAMORA | Rapine and Murder; therefore called so, |
| Cause they take vengeance of such kind of men. |
TITUS ANDRONICUS | Good Lord, how like the empress' sons they are! |
| And you, the empress! but we worldly men | 65 |
| Have miserable, mad, mistaking eyes. |
| O sweet Revenge, now do I come to thee; |
| And, if one arm's embracement will content thee, |
| I will embrace thee in it by and by. |
[Exit above] |
TAMORA | This closing with him fits his lunacy | 70 |
| Whate'er I forge to feed his brain-sick fits, |
| Do you uphold and maintain in your speeches, |
| For now he firmly takes me for Revenge; |
| And, being credulous in this mad thought, |
| I'll make him send for Lucius his son; | 75 |
| And, whilst I at a banquet hold him sure, |
| I'll find some cunning practise out of hand, |
| To scatter and disperse the giddy Goths, |
| Or, at the least, make them his enemies. |
| See, here he comes, and I must ply my theme. | 80 |
[Enter TITUS below] |
TITUS ANDRONICUS | Long have I been forlorn, and all for thee: |
| Welcome, dread Fury, to my woful house: |
| Rapine and Murder, you are welcome too. |
| How like the empress and her sons you are! |
| Well are you fitted, had you but a Moor: | 85 |
| Could not all hell afford you such a devil? |
| For well I wot the empress never wags |
| But in her company there is a Moor; |
| And, would you represent our queen aright, |
| It were convenient you had such a devil: | 90 |
| But welcome, as you are. What shall we do? |
TAMORA | What wouldst thou have us do, Andronicus? |
DEMETRIUS | Show me a murderer, I'll deal with him. |
CHIRON | Show me a villain that hath done a rape, |
| And I am sent to be revenged on him. | 95 |
TAMORA | Show me a thousand that have done thee wrong, |
| And I will be revenged on them all. |
TITUS ANDRONICUS | Look round about the wicked streets of Rome; |
| And when thou find'st a man that's like thyself. |
| Good Murder, stab him; he's a murderer. | 100 |
| Go thou with him; and when it is thy hap |
| To find another that is like to thee, |
| Good Rapine, stab him; he's a ravisher. |
| Go thou with them; and in the emperor's court |
| There is a queen, attended by a Moor; | 105 |
| Well mayst thou know her by thy own proportion, |
| for up and down she doth resemble thee: |
| I pray thee, do on them some violent death; |
| They have been violent to me and mine. |
TAMORA | Well hast thou lesson'd us; this shall we do. | 110 |
| But would it please thee, good Andronicus, |
| To send for Lucius, thy thrice-valiant son, |
| Who leads towards Rome a band of warlike Goths, |
| And bid him come and banquet at thy house; |
| When he is here, even at thy solemn feast, | 115 |
| I will bring in the empress and her sons, |
| The emperor himself and all thy foes; |
| And at thy mercy shalt they stoop and kneel, |
| And on them shalt thou ease thy angry heart. |
| What says Andronicus to this device? | 120 |
TITUS ANDRONICUS | Marcus, my brother! 'tis sad Titus calls. |
[Enter MARCUS] |
| Go, gentle Marcus, to thy nephew Lucius; |
| Thou shalt inquire him out among the Goths: |
| Bid him repair to me, and bring with him |
| Some of the chiefest princes of the Goths; | 125 |
| Bid him encamp his soldiers where they are: |
| Tell him the emperor and the empress too |
| Feast at my house, and he shall feast with them. |
| This do thou for my love; and so let him, |
| As he regards his aged father's life. | 130 |
MARCUS ANDRONICUS | This will I do, and soon return again. |
[Exit] |
TAMORA | Now will I hence about thy business, |
| And take my ministers along with me. |
TITUS ANDRONICUS | Nay, nay, let Rape and Murder stay with me; |
| Or else I'll call my brother back again, | 135 |
| And cleave to no revenge but Lucius. |
TAMORA | [Aside to her sons] What say you, boys? will you
|
| bide with him, |
| Whiles I go tell my lord the emperor |
| How I have govern'd our determined jest? | 140 |
| Yield to his humour, smooth and speak him fair, |
| And tarry with him till I turn again. |
TITUS ANDRONICUS | [Aside] I know them all, though they suppose me mad,
|
| And will o'erreach them in their own devices: |
| A pair of cursed hell-hounds and their dam! | 145 |
DEMETRIUS | Madam, depart at pleasure; leave us here. |
TAMORA | Farewell, Andronicus: Revenge now goes |
| To lay a complot to betray thy foes. |
TITUS ANDRONICUS | I know thou dost; and, sweet Revenge, farewell. |
[Exit TAMORA] |
CHIRON | Tell us, old man, how shall we be employ'd? | 150 |
TITUS ANDRONICUS | Tut, I have work enough for you to do. |
| Publius, come hither, Caius, and Valentine! |
[Enter PUBLIUS and others] |
PUBLIUS | What is your will? |
TITUS ANDRONICUS | Know you these two? |
PUBLIUS | The empress' sons, I take them, Chiron and Demetrius. | 155 |
TITUS ANDRONICUS | Fie, Publius, fie! thou art too much deceived; |
| The one is Murder, Rape is the other's name; |
| And therefore bind them, gentle Publius. |
| Caius and Valentine, lay hands on them. |
| Oft have you heard me wish for such an hour, | 160 |
| And now I find it; therefore bind them sure, |
| And stop their mouths, if they begin to cry. |
[Exit] |
[PUBLIUS, &c. lay hold on CHIRON and DEMETRIUS] |
CHIRON | Villains, forbear! we are the empress' sons. |
PUBLIUS | And therefore do we what we are commanded. |
| Stop close their mouths, let them not speak a word. | 165 |
| Is he sure bound? look that you bind them fast. |
[
Re-enter TITUS, with LAVINIA; he bearing a knife,
and she a basin
] |
TITUS ANDRONICUS | Come, come, Lavinia; look, thy foes are bound. |
| Sirs, stop their mouths, let them not speak to me; |
| But let them hear what fearful words I utter. |
| O villains, Chiron and Demetrius! | 170 |
| Here stands the spring whom you have stain'd with mud, |
| This goodly summer with your winter mix'd. |
| You kill'd her husband, and for that vile fault |
| Two of her brothers were condemn'd to death, |
| My hand cut off and made a merry jest; | 175 |
| Both her sweet hands, her tongue, and that more dear |
| Than hands or tongue, her spotless chastity, |
| Inhuman traitors, you constrain'd and forced. |
| What would you say, if I should let you speak? |
| Villains, for shame you could not beg for grace. | 180 |
| Hark, wretches! how I mean to martyr you. |
| This one hand yet is left to cut your throats, |
| Whilst that Lavinia 'tween her stumps doth hold |
| The basin that receives your guilty blood. |
| You know your mother means to feast with me, | 185 |
| And calls herself Revenge, and thinks me mad: |
| Hark, villains! I will grind your bones to dust |
| And with your blood and it I'll make a paste, |
| And of the paste a coffin I will rear |
| And make two pasties of your shameful heads, | 190 |
| And bid that strumpet, your unhallow'd dam, |
| Like to the earth swallow her own increase. |
| This is the feast that I have bid her to, |
| And this the banquet she shall surfeit on; |
| For worse than Philomel you used my daughter, | 195 |
| And worse than Progne I will be revenged: |
| And now prepare your throats. Lavinia, come, |
[He cuts their throats] |
| Receive the blood: and when that they are dead, |
| Let me go grind their bones to powder small |
| And with this hateful liquor temper it; | 200 |
| And in that paste let their vile heads be baked. |
| Come, come, be every one officious |
| To make this banquet; which I wish may prove |
| More stern and bloody than the Centaurs' feast. |
| So, now bring them in, for I'll play the cook, | 205 |
| And see them ready 'gainst their mother comes. |
[Exeunt, bearing the dead bodies] |