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- $Title{Titus Andronicus: Act IV, Scene I}
- $Author{Shakespeare, William}
- $Subject{}
- $Log{Dramatis Personae*02000.TXT}
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- Portions copyright (c) CMC ReSearch, Inc., 1989
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- The Complete Works of William Shakespeare
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- TITUS ANDRONICUS
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- ACT IV
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- SCENE I: Rome. Titus's garden.
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- {Enter young LUCIUS, and LAVINIA running after him,
- and the boy flies from her, with books under his
- arm. Then enter TITUS and MARCUS.}
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- Young LUCIUS: Help, grandsire, help! my aunt Lavinia
- Follows me every where, I know not why:
- Good uncle Marcus, see how swift she comes.
- Alas, sweet aunt, I know not what you mean.
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- MARCUS ANDRONICUS: Stand by me, Lucius; do not fear thine aunt.
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- TITUS ANDRONICUS: She loves thee, boy, too well to do thee harm.
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- Young LUCIUS: Ay, when my father was in Rome she did.
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- MARCUS ANDRONICUS: What means my niece Lavinia by these signs?
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- TITUS ANDRONICUS: Fear her not, Lucius: somewhat doth she mean:
- See, Lucius, see how much she makes of thee: 10
- Somewhither would she have thee go with her.
- Ah, boy, Cornelia never with more care
- Read to her sons than she hath read to thee
- Sweet poetry and Tully's Orator.
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- MARCUS ANDRONICUS: Canst thou not guess wherefore she plies thee thus?
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- Young LUCIUS: My lord, I know not, I, nor can I guess,
- Unless some fit or frenzy do possess her:
- For I have heard my grandsire say full oft,
- Extremity of griefs would make men mad;
- And I have read that Hecuba of Troy 20
- Ran mad through sorrow: that made me to fear;
- Although, my lord, I know my noble aunt
- Loves me as dear as e'er my mother did,
- And would not, but in fury, fright my youth:
- Which made me down to throw my books, and fly--
- Causeless, perhaps. But pardon me, sweet aunt:
- And, madam, if my uncle Marcus go,
- I will most willingly attend your ladyship.
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- MARCUS ANDRONICUS: Lucius, I will.
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- [LAVINIA turns over with her stumps the books which
- LUCIUS has let fall.]
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- TITUS ANDRONICUS: How now, Lavinia! Marcus, what means this? 30
- Some book there is that she desires to see.
- Which is it, girl, of these? Open them, boy.
- But thou art deeper read, and better skill'd
- Come, and take choice of all my library,
- And so beguile thy sorrow, till the heavens
- Reveal the damn'd contriver of this deed.
- Why lifts she up her arms in sequence thus?
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- MARCUS ANDRONICUS: I think she means that there was more than one
- Confederate in the fact: ay, more there was;
- Or else to heaven she heaves them for revenge. 40
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- TITUS ANDRONICUS: Lucius, what book is that she tosseth so?
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- Young LUCIUS: Grandsire, 'tis Ovid's Metamorphoses;
- My mother gave it me.
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- MARCUS ANDRONICUS: For love of her that's gone,
- Perhaps she cull'd it from among the rest.
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- TITUS ANDRONICUS: Soft! see how busily she turns the leaves!
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- [Helping her.]
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- What would she find? Lavinia, shall I read?
- This is the tragic tale of Philomel,
- And treats of Tereus' treason and his rape:
- And rape, I fear, was root of thine annoy.
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- MARCUS ANDRONICUS: See, brother, see; note how she quotes the leaves. 50
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- TITUS ANDRONICUS: Lavinia, wert thou thus surprised, sweet girl,
- Ravish'd and wrong'd, as Philomela was,
- Forced in the ruthless, vast, and gloomy woods?
- See, see!
- Ay, such a place there is, where we did hunt--
- O, had we never, never hunted there!--
- Pattern'd by that the poet here describes,
- By nature made for murders and for rapes.
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- MARCUS ANDRONICUS: O, why should nature build so foul a den,
- Unless the gods delight in tragedies? 60
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- TITUS ANDRONICUS: Give signs, sweet girl, for here are none
- but friends,
- What Roman lord it was durst do the deed:
- Or slunk not Saturnine, as Tarquin erst,
- That left the camp to sin in Lucrece' bed?
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- MARCUS ANDRONICUS: Sit down, sweet niece: brother, sit down by me.
- Apollo, Pallas, Jove, or Mercury,
- Inspire me, that I may this treason find!
- My lord, look here: look here, Lavinia:
- This sandy plot is plain; guide, if thou canst
- This after me, when I have writ my name 70
- Without the help of any hand at all.
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- [He writes his name with his staff, and guides it
- with feet and mouth.]
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- Cursed be that heart that forced us to this shift!
- Write thou good niece; and here display, at last,
- What God will have discover'd for revenge;
- Heaven guide thy pen to print thy sorrows plain,
- That we may know the traitors and the truth!
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- [She takes the staff in her mouth, and guides it
- with her stumps, and writes.]
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- TITUS ANDRONICUS: O, do ye read, my lord, what she hath writ?
- 'Stuprum. Chiron. Demetrius.'
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- MARCUS ANDRONICUS: What, what! the lustful sons of Tamora
- Performers of this heinous, bloody deed? 80
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- TITUS ANDRONICUS: Magni Dominator poli,
- Tam lentus audis scelera? tam lentus vides?
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- MARCUS ANDRONICUS: O, calm thee, gentle lord; although I know
- There is enough written upon this earth
- To stir a mutiny in the mildest thoughts
- And arm the minds of infants to exclaims.
- My lord, kneel down with me; Lavinia, kneel;
- And kneel, sweet boy, the Roman Hector's hope;
- And swear with me, as, with the woful fere
- And father of that chaste dishonour'd dame, 90
- Lord Junius Brutus sware for Lucrece' rape,
- That we will prosecute by good advice
- Mortal revenge upon these traitorous Goths,
- And see their blood, or die with this reproach.
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- TITUS ANDRONICUS: 'Tis sure enough, an you knew how.
- But if you hunt these bear-whelps, then beware:
- The dam will wake; and, if she wind you once,
- She's with the lion deeply still in league,
- And lulls him whilst she playeth on her back,
- And when he sleeps will she do what she list. 100
- You are a young huntsman, Marcus; let it alone;
- And, come, I will go get a leaf of brass,
- And with a gad of steel will write these words,
- And lay it by: the angry northern wind
- Will blow these sands, like Sibyl's leaves, abroad,
- And where's your lesson, then? Boy, what say you?
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- Young LUCIUS: I say, my lord, that if I were a man,
- Their mother's bed-chamber should not be safe
- For these bad bondmen to the yoke of Rome.
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- MARCUS ANDRONICUS: Ay, that's my boy! thy father hath full oft 110
- For his ungrateful country done the like.
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- Young LUCIUS: And, uncle, so will I, an if I live.
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- TITUS ANDRONICUS: Come, go with me into mine armoury;
- Lucius, I'll fit thee; and withal, my boy,
- Shalt carry from me to the empress' sons
- Presents that I intend to send them both:
- Come, come; thou'lt do thy message, wilt thou not?
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- Young LUCIUS: Ay, with my dagger in their bosoms, grandsire.
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- TITUS ANDRONICUS: No, boy, not so; I'll teach thee another course.
- Lavinia, come. Marcus, look to my house: 120
- Lucius and I'll go brave it at the court:
- Ay, marry, will we, sir; and we'll be waited on.
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- [Exeunt TITUS, LAVINIA, and Young LUCIUS.]
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- MARCUS ANDRONICUS: O heavens, can you hear a good man groan,
- And not relent, or not compassion him?
- Marcus, attend him in his ecstasy,
- That hath more scars of sorrow in his heart
- Than foemen's marks upon his batter'd shield;
- But yet so just that he will not revenge.
- Revenge, ye heavens, for old Andronicus!
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- [Exit.]
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