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that that I have kill'd; my lord… a fly。 TITUS。 Out on thee; murderer; thou 

kill'st   my   heart!   Mine   eyes   are   cloy'd   with   view   of   tyranny; A  deed   of 

death done on the innocent Becomes not Titus' brother。 Get thee gone; I 

see   thou   art   not   for   my   company。   MARCUS。 Alas;   my   lord;   I   have   but 

kill'd a fly。 TITUS。 'But!' How if that fly had a father and mother? How 

would he hang his slender gilded wings And buzz lamenting doings in the 

air! Poor harmless fly; That with his pretty buzzing melody Came here to 

make   us   merry! And   thou   hast   kill'd   him。   MARCUS。   Pardon   me;   sir;   it 

was a black ill…favour'd fly; Like to the Empress' Moor; therefore I kill'd 

him。 TITUS。   O;  O;  O! Then   pardon   me   for   reprehending thee;  For   thou 

hast   done   a   charitable   deed。   Give   me   thy   knife;   I   will   insult   on   him; 

Flattering myself as if it were the Moor Come hither purposely to poison 

me。 There's for thyself; and that's for Tamora。 Ah; sirrah! Yet; I think; we 

are not brought so low But that between us we can kill a fly That comes in 

likeness   of   a   coal…black   Moor。   MARCUS。 Alas;   poor   man!   grief   has   so 

wrought   on   him;   He   takes   false   shadows   for   true   substances。   TITUS。 

Come; take away。 Lavinia; go with me; I'll to thy closet; and go read with 

thee Sad stories chanced in the times of old。 Come; boy; and go with me; 

thy sight is young; And thou shalt read when mine begin to dazzle。 Exeunt 



        



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            ACT IV。 



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                     SCENE I。 Rome。 TITUS' garden 



     Enter YOUNG LUCIUS and LAVINIA running after him; and the boy 

flies from her with his books under his arm。 

     Enter TITUS and MARCUS 

       BOY。 Help; grandsire; help! my aunt Lavinia Follows me everywhere; 

I   know   not   why。   Good   uncle   Marcus;   see   how   swift   she   comes!   Alas; 

sweet aunt; I know not what you mean。 MARCUS。 Stand by me; Lucius; 

do   not   fear   thine   aunt。 TITUS。   She   loves   thee;   boy;   too   well   to   do   thee 

harm。 BOY。 Ay; when my father was in Rome she did。 MARCUS。 What 

means   my   niece   Lavinia   by   these   signs?   TITUS。   Fear   her   not;   Lucius; 

somewhat doth she mean。 See; Lucius; see how much she makes of thee。 

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。 MARCUS。  Canst   thou not   guess wherefore  she  plies 

thee thus? BOY。 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   Ran   mad   for   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。 

MARCUS。 Lucius; I will。 'LAVINIA turns over with her stumps the books 

which Lucius has let fall' TITUS。 How now; Lavinia! Marcus; what means 

this? 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?   MARCUS。   I   think   she  means   that   there   were   more   than 

one   Confederate   in   the   fact;   ay;   more   there   was;   Or   else   to   heaven   she 

heaves them for revenge。 TITUS。 Lucius; what book is that she tosseth so? 

BOY。      Grandsire;    'tis  Ovid's   Metamorphoses;         My    mother    gave    it  me。 

MARCUS。 For love of her that's gone; Perhaps she cull'd it from among 



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the   rest。   TITUS。   Soft!   So   busily   she   turns   the   leaves!   Help   her。   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 thy 

annoy。   MARCUS。   See;   brother;   see!   Note   how   she   quotes   the   leaves。 

TITUS。 Lavinia; wert thou thus surpris'd; sweet girl; Ravish'd and wrong'd 

as Philomela was; Forc'd 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。 MARCUS。 O; why should nature build so foul a 

den; Unless the gods delight in tragedies? TITUS。 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? MARCUS。 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! 'He writes his name with his staff; 

and guides it with feet and mouth' This sandy plot is plain; guide; if thou 

canst; This after me。 I have writ my name Without the help of any hand at 

all。 Curs'd be that heart that forc'd us to this shift! Write thou; good niece; 

and   here    display   at  last  What    God    will  have    discovered    for   revenge。 

Heaven guide thy pen to print thy sorrows plain; That we may know the 

traitors and the truth! 'She takes the staff in her mouth and guides it with 

stumps; and writes' O; do ye read; my lord; what she hath writ? TITUS。 

'Stuprum… Chiron… Demetrius。' MARCUS。 What; what! the lustful sons of 

Tamora       Performers      of   this   heinous     bloody     deed?    TITUS。      Magni 

Dominator poli; Tam lentus audis scelera? tam lentus vides? MARCUS。 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 woeful fere And father of that chaste dishonoured dame; 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。 TITUS。 'Tis sure enough; an you knew how; But if you 

hunt these bear…whelps; then beware

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