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wrote the letter that thy father found; And hid the gold within that letter 

mention'd; Confederate  with the  Queen and   her two   sons; And   what   not 

done; that thou hast cause to rue; Wherein I had no stroke of mischief in it? 

I play'd the cheater for thy father's hand; And; when I had it; drew myself 

apart    And    almost    broke    my    heart   with   extreme     laughter。   I  pried   me 

through   the   crevice of   a   wall; When;  for   his hand;  he   had   his   two   sons' 

heads; Beheld his tears; and laugh'd so heartily That both mine eyes were 

rainy like to his; And when I told the Empress of this sport; She swooned 

almost   at   my   pleasing   tale; And   for   my   tidings   gave   me   twenty   kisses。 

GOTH。 What; canst thou say all this and never blush? AARON。 Ay; like a 

black dog; as the saying is。 LUCIUS。 Art thou not sorry for these heinous 

deeds? AARON。 Ay;   that   I   had   not   done   a   thousand   more。   Even   now   I 

curse the day… and yet; I think; Few come within the compass of my curse… 

Wherein   I   did   not   some   notorious   ill; As   kill   a   man;   or   else   devise   his 

death; Ravish a maid; or plot the way to do it; Accuse some innocent; and 

forswear      myself;    Set  deadly    enmity     between     two   friends;   Make     poor 

men's cattle break their necks; Set fire on barns and hay…stacks in the night; 

And   bid   the   owners   quench   them   with   their   tears。   Oft   have   I   digg'd   up 

dead   men   from   their   graves; And   set   them   upright   at   their   dear   friends' 

door Even when their sorrows almost was forgot; And on their skins; as on 

the   bark   of   trees;   Have   with   my   knife   carved   in   Roman   letters   'Let   not 

your sorrow die; though I am dead。' Tut; I have done a thousand dreadful 

things   As   willingly   as   one   would   kill   a   fly;   And   nothing    grieves    me 

heartily indeed But that I cannot do ten thousand more。 LUCIUS。 Bring 

down the devil; for he must not die So sweet a death as hanging presently。 

AARON。   If   there   be   devils;   would   I   were   a   devil;   To   live   and   burn   in 

everlasting fire; So I might have your company in hell But to torment you 

with my bitter tongue! LUCIUS。 Sirs; stop his mouth; and let him speak 

no more。 

       Enter AEMILIUS 



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       GOTH。   My   lord;   there   is   a   messenger   from   Rome   Desires   to   be 

admitted      to  your   presence。     LUCIUS。      Let   him    come    near。   Welcome; 

Aemilius。   What's   the   news   from   Rome?   AEMILIUS。   Lord   Lucius;   and 

you Princes of the Goths; The Roman Emperor greets you all by me; And; 

for   he   understands   you   are   in   arms;   He   craves   a   parley   at   your   father's 

house;     Willing     you   to   demand      your    hostages;    And     they   shall   be 

immediately  deliver'd。   FIRST  GOTH。 What   says   our   general?   LUCIUS。 

Aemilius; let the Emperor give his pledges Unto my father and my uncle 

Marcus。 And we will come。 March away。 Exeunt 



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               SCENE II。 Rome。 Before TITUS' house 



     Enter    TAMORA;        and   her   two   sons;   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 To ruminate strange plots of dire revenge; Tell him Revenge is come 

to join with him; And work confusion on his enemies。 

       They knock and TITUS opens his study door; above 

       TITUS。 Who doth molest my contemplation? Is it your trick to make 

me ope the door; That so my sad decrees may fly away And all my study 

be to no effect? You are deceiv'd; for what I mean to do See here in bloody 

lines I have set down; And what is written shall be executed。 TAMORA。 

Titus;   I   am  come   to   talk   with   thee。 TITUS。   No;   not   a   word。   How   can   I 

grace my talk; Wanting a hand to give it that accord? Thou hast the odds of 

me; therefore no more。 TAMORA。 If thou didst know  me; thou wouldst 

talk with me。 TITUS。 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 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 th' 

infernal   kingdom  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;   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。 TITUS。 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。 Do me some service ere I come to thee。 Lo; by thy 

side where Rape and Murder stands; Now give some surance that thou art 

Revenge…   Stab   them;   or   tear   them   on   thy   chariot   wheels;   And   then   I'll 



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come and be thy  waggoner And whirl along   with thee about the  globes。 

Provide     thee   two    proper   palfreys;    black   as   jet;  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   thy 

waggon       wheel    Trot;  like   a  servile   footman;    all  day   long;   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。 TITUS。 Are they 

thy    ministers?     What    are   they   call'd?   TAMORA。         Rape     and   Murder; 

therefore     called   so  'Cause    they   take   vengeance      of  such   kind   of  men。 

TITUS。   Good   Lord;   how   like   the   Empress'   sons   they   are! And   you   the 

Empress!   But   we   worldly   men   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。   TAMORA。   This 

closing   with   him   fits   his   lunacy。   Whate'er   I   forge   to   feed   his   brain…sick 

humours;   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; And whilst I at a banquet hold him 

sure; I'll find some cunning practice 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。 

       Enter TITUS; below 

       TITUS。 Long have I been forlorn; and all for thee。 Welcome; dread 

Fury; to my woeful 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。   Could   not   all   hell   a

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