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• Titus Andronicus: Dramatis PersonÆ.
• Act I.
• Scene I.—: Rome.
• Act II.
• Scene I.—: Rome. Before the Palace. Enteraaron.
• Scene II.—: A Forest.
• Scene III.—: A Lonely Part of the Forest.
• Scene IV.—: Another Part of the Forest.
• Act III.
• Scene I.—: Rome. a Street.
• Scene II.—: The Same. a Room Intitus’ House. a Banquet Set Out.
• Act IV.
• Scene I.—: Rome.titus’ Garden.
• Scene II.—: The Same. a Room In the Palace.
• Scene III.—: The Same. a Public Place.
• Scene IV.—: The Same. Before the Palace.
• Act V.
• Scene I.—: Plains Near Rome.
• Scene II.—: Rome. Beforetitus’ House.
• Scene III.—: The Same. Court of Titus’ House. a Banquet Set Out.

Scene IV.—

Another Part of the Forest.

EnterDemetriusandChiron,withLavinia,ravished; her hands cut off, and her tongue cut out.

Dem.

So, now go tell, an if thy tongue can speak,

Who ’twas that cut thy tongue and ravish’d thee.

Chi.

Write down thy mind, bewray thy meaning so;

An if thy stumps will let thee play the scribe.

Dem.

See, how with signs and tokens she can scrowl.

Chi.

Go home, call for sweet water, wash thy hands.

Dem.

She hath no tongue to call, nor hands to wash;

And so let’s leave her to her silent walks.

Chi.

An ’twere my case, I should go hang myself.

Dem.

If thou hadst hands to help thee knit the cord.

[ExeuntDemetriusandChiron.

EnterMarcus.

Mar.

Who’s 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 in eternal sleep!

Speak, gentle niece, what stern ungentle hands

Have 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 have 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 deflower’d 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 encounter’d 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 to an oven stopp’d,

Doth burn the heart to cinders where it is.

Fair Philomela, 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 hast thou met withal,

And he hath cut those pretty fingers off,

That could 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 ease thy misery.

[Exeunt.

ACT III.