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upon them should be executed。 TAMORA。 Andronicus; I will entreat the 

King。 Fear not thy sons; they shall do well enough。 TITUS。 Come; Lucius; 

come; stay not to talk with them。 Exeunt 



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                 SCENE IV。 Another part of the forest 



     Enter the Empress' sons; DEMETRIUS and CHIRON; with LAVINIA; 

her hands cut off; and her tongue cut out; and ravish'd 

       DEMETRIUS。 So; now go tell; an if thy tongue can speak; Who 'twas 

that   cut   thy   tongue   and   ravish'd   thee。   CHIRON。   Write   down   thy   mind; 

bewray   thy   meaning   so; An   if   thy   stumps   will   let   thee   play   the   scribe。 

DEMETRIUS。 See how with signs and tokens she can scrowl。 CHIRON。 

Go home; call for sweet water; wash thy hands。 DEMETRIUS。 She hath 

no tongue to call; nor hands to wash; And so let's leave her to her silent 

walks。     CHIRON。       An    'twere    my    cause;   I  should     go   hang    myself。 

DEMETRIUS。   If   thou   hadst   hands   to   help   thee   knit   the   cord。   Exeunt 

DEMETRIUS and CHIRON 

       Wind horns。 Enter MARCUS; from hunting 

       MARCUS。 Who is this?… my niece; that flies away so fast? Cousin; a 

word: where is your husband? If I do dream; would all my wealth would 

wake me! If I do wake; some planet strike me down; That I may slumber 

an   eternal   sleep!   Speak;   gentle   niece。   What   stern   ungentle   hands   Hath 

lopp'd;   and   hew'd;   and   made   thy   body   bare   Of   her   two   branches…   those 

sweet ornaments Whose circling shadows kings have sought to sleep   in; 

And might not gain so great a happiness As half thy love? Why dost not 

speak   to   me? Alas;   a   crimson   river   of   warm   blood;   Like   to   a   bubbling 

fountain     stirr'd  with  wind;    Doth   rise  and   fall  between    thy   rosed   lips; 

Coming   and   going   with   thy   honey   breath。   But   sure   some   Tereus   hath 

deflowered thee; And; lest thou shouldst detect him; cut thy tongue。 Ah; 

now   thou   turn'st   away   thy   face   for   shame! And   notwithstanding   all   this 

loss   of   blood… As   from   a   conduit   with   three   issuing   spouts…   Yet   do   thy 

cheeks look red as Titan's face Blushing to be encount'red with a cloud。 

Shall I speak for thee? Shall I say 'tis so? O; that I knew thy heart;  and 

knew     the   beast;  That   I  might    rail  at  him   to  ease   my   mind!    Sorrow 

concealed; like an oven stopp'd; Doth burn the heart to cinders where it is。 

Fair Philomel; why she but lost her tongue; And in a tedious sampler sew'd 

her mind; But; lovely niece; that mean is cut from thee。 A craftier Tereus; 

cousin; hast thou met; And he hath cut those pretty fingers off That could 



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have better sew'd than Philomel。 O; had the monster seen those lily hands 

Tremble like aspen leaves upon a lute And make the silken strings delight 

to kiss them; He would not then have touch'd them for his life! Or had he 

heard   the   heavenly   harmony   Which   that   sweet   tongue   hath   made;   He 

would have dropp'd his knife; and fell asleep; As Cerberus at the Thracian 

poet's feet。 Come; let us go; and make thy father blind; For such a sight 

will blind a father's eye; One hour's storm will drown the fragrant meads; 

What will whole months of tears thy father's eyes? Do not draw back; for 

we will mourn with thee; O; could our mourning case thy misery! Exeunt 



       



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          ACT III。 



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                           SCENE I。 Rome。 A street 



     Enter the JUDGES; TRIBUNES; and SENATORS;  with TITUS'  two 

sons MARTIUS and QUINTUS bound; passing on the stage to the place 

of execution; and TITUS going before; pleading 

       TITUS。   Hear   me;   grave   fathers;   noble   Tribunes;   stay!   For   pity   of 

mine age; whose youth was spent In dangerous wars whilst you securely 

slept;   For   all   my   blood   in   Rome's   great   quarrel   shed;   For   all   the   frosty 

nights that I have watch'd; And for these bitter tears; which now you see 

Filling the aged wrinkles in my cheeks; Be pitiful to my condemned sons; 

Whose souls are not corrupted as 'tis thought。 For two and twenty sons I 

never   wept;   Because   they   died   in   honour's   lofty   bed。   'ANDRONICUS 

lieth down; and the judges pass by him with the prisoners; and exeunt' For 

these; Tribunes; in the dust I write My heart's deep languor and my soul's 

sad   tears。   Let   my   tears   stanch   the   earth's   dry   appetite;   My   sons'   sweet 

blood   will   make   it   shame   and   blush。   O   earth;   I   will   befriend   thee   more 

with rain That shall distil from these two ancient urns; Than youthful April 

shall with all his show'rs。 In summer's drought I'll drop upon thee still; In 

winter with warm tears I'll melt the snow And keep eternal spring…time on 

thy face; So thou refuse to drink my dear sons' blood。 

       Enter Lucius with his weapon drawn 

       O reverend Tribunes! O gentle aged men! Unbind my sons; reverse 

the doom of death; And let me say; that never wept before; My tears are 

now prevailing orators。 LUCIUS。 O noble father; you lament in vain; The 

Tribunes hear you not; no man is by; And you recount your sorrows to a 

stone。 TITUS。 Ah; Lucius; for thy brothers let me plead! Grave Tribunes; 

once more I entreat of you。 LUCIUS。 My gracious lord; no tribune hears 

you speak。 TITUS。 Why; 'tis no matter; man: if they did hear; They would 

not mark me; if they did mark; They would not pity me; yet plead I must; 

And bootless unto them。 Therefore I tell my sorrows to the stones; Who 

though   they  cannot   answer   my  distress; Yet   in   some   sort   they  are   better 

than the Tribunes; For that they will not intercept my tale。 When I do weep; 

they humbly at my feet Receive my tears; and seem to weep with me; And 

were they but attired in grave weeds; Rome could afford no tribunes like 



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to these。 A stone is soft as wax: tribunes more hard than stones。 A stone is 

silent   and   offendeth   not; And   tribunes   with   their   tongues   doom   men   to 

death。     'Rises'   But    wherefore     stand'st   thou    with   thy   weapon      drawn? 

LUCIUS。 To rescue my two brothers from their death; For which attempt 

the judges have pronounc'd My everlasting doom of banishment。 TITUS。 

O happy man! they have befriended thee。 Why; foolish Lucius; dost thou 

not   perceive That   Rome   is   but   a  wilderness   of  tigers? Tigers   must   prey; 

and   Rome   affords   no   prey   But   me   and   mine;   how   happy   art   thou   then 

From   these   devourers   to   be   banished!   But   who   comes   with   our   brother 

Marcus here? 

       Enter MARCUS with LAVINIA 


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