Chapter XIX: Act III: SCENE I. Rome. A street

_Enter_ Judges, Senators, _and_ Tribunes, _with_ MARTIUS _and_
QUINTUS, _bound, passing on to the place of execution_;
TITUS _going before, pleading_.[4323]

_Tit._ 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; 5
And for these bitter tears, which now you see[4324]
Filling the aged wrinkles in my cheeks;
Be pitiful to my condemned sons,
Whose souls are not corrupted as 'tis thought.[4325]
For two and twenty sons I never wept, 10
Because they died in honour's lofty bed.

[_Lieth down; the Judges, &c. pass by him, and Exeunt._[4326]

For these, tribunes, in the dust I write[4327]
My heart's deep languor and my soul's sad tears:[4328]
Let my tears stanch the earth's dry appetite;[4329]
My sons' sweet blood will make it shame and blush. 15
O earth, I will befriend thee more with rain,[4330]
That shall distil from these two ancient urns,[4331]
Than youthful April shall with all his showers:[4332][4333]
In summer's drought I'll drop upon thee still;[4333]
In winter with warm tears I'll melt the snow, 20
And keep eternal spring-time on thy face,
So thou refuse to drink my dear sons' blood.

_Enter_ LUCIUS, _with his weapon drawn_.[4334]

O reverend tribunes! O gentle, aged men![4335]
Unbind my sons, reverse the doom of death;
And let me say, that never wept before, 25
My tears are now prevailing orators.

_Luc._ O noble father, you lament in vain:
The tribunes hear you not; no man is by;[4336]
And you recount your sorrows to a stone.

_Tit._ Ah, Lucius, for thy brothers let me plead. 30
Grave tribunes, once more I entreat of you,--[4337]

_Luc._ My gracious lord, no tribune hears you speak.

_Tit._ Why, 'tis no matter, man: if they did hear,[4338]
They would not mark me; or if they did mark,[4339]
They would not pity me; yet plead I must,[4339] 35
And bootless unto them....[4339]
Therefore I tell my sorrows to the stones;[4340]
Who, though they cannot answer my distress,
Yet in some sort they are better than the tribunes,[4341]
For that they will not intercept my tale:[4342] 40
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 tribune like to these.
A stone is soft as wax, tribunes more hard than stones;[4343] 45
A stone is silent and offendeth not,
And tribunes with their tongues doom men to death. [_Rises._[4344]
But wherefore stand'st thou with thy weapon drawn?[4345]

_Luc._ To rescue my two brothers from their death:
For which attempt the judges have pronounced[4346] 50
My everlasting doom of banishment.

_Tit._ 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[4347] 55
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 _and_ LAVINIA.

_Marc._ Titus, prepare thy aged eyes to weep;[4348]
Or, if not so, thy noble heart to break: 60
I bring consuming sorrow to thine age.

_Tit._ Will it consume me? let me see it then.

_Marc._ This was thy daughter.

_Tit._ Why, Marcus, so she is.

_Luc._ Ay me, this object kills me![4349]

_Tit._ Faint-hearted boy, arise, and look upon her. 65
Speak, Lavinia, what accursed hand[4350]
Hath made thee handless in thy father's sight?[4351]
What fool hath added water to the sea,
Or brought a faggot to bright-burning Troy?
My grief was at the height before thou camest;[4352] 70
And now, like Nilus, it disdaineth bounds.
Give me a sword, I'll chop off my hands too;[4353]
For they have fought for Rome, and all in vain;
And they have nursed this woe, in feeding life;[4354]
In bootless prayer have they been held up, 75
And they have served me to effectless use:
Now all the service I require of them
Is, that the one will help to cut the other.
'Tis well, Lavinia, that thou hast no hands;
For hands to do Rome service is but vain.[4355] 80

_Luc._ Speak, gentle sister, who hath martyr'd thee?

_Marc._ O, that delightful engine of her thoughts,
That blabb'd them with such pleasing eloquence,
Is torn from forth that pretty hollow cage,
Where, like a sweet melodious bird, it sung 85
Sweet varied notes, enchanting every ear![4356]

_Luc._ O, say thou for her, who hath done this deed?[4357]

_Marc._ O, thus I found her, straying in the park,
Seeking to hide herself, as doth the deer
That hath received some unrecuring wound. 90

_Tit._ It was my dear; and he that wounded her[4358]
Hath hurt me more than had he kill'd me dead:
For now I stand as one upon a rock,
Environ'd with a wilderness of sea;
Who marks the waxing tide grow wave by wave,[4359] 95
Expecting ever when some envious surge
Will in his brinish bowels swallow him.
This way to death my wretched sons are gone;
Here stands my other son, a banish'd man;
And here my brother, weeping at my woes: 100
But that which gives my soul the greatest spurn,
Is dear Lavinia, dearer than my soul.
Had I but seen thy picture in this plight,
It would have madded me: what shall I do
Now I behold thy lively body so?[4360] 105
Thou hast no hands, to wipe away thy tears;
Nor tongue, to tell me who hath martyr'd thee:
Thy husband he is dead; and for his death
Thy brothers are condemn'd, and dead by this.
Look, Marcus! ah, son Lucius, look on her! 110
When I did name her brothers, then fresh tears
Stood on her cheeks, as doth the honey-dew
Upon a gather'd lily almost wither'd.[4361]

_Marc._ Perchance she weeps because they kill'd her husband;
Perchance because she knows them innocent.[4362] 115

_Tit._ If they did kill thy husband, then be joyful,
Because the law hath ta'en revenge on them.
No, no, they would not do so foul a deed;
Witness the sorrow that their sister makes.
Gentle Lavinia, let me kiss thy lips; 120
Or make some sign how I may do thee ease:[4363]
Shall thy good uncle, and thy brother Lucius,
And thou, and I, sit round about some fountain,
Looking all downwards, to behold our cheeks
How they are stain'd, as meadows yet not dry[4364] 125
With miry slime left on them by a flood?
And in the fountain shall we gaze so long
Till the fresh taste be taken from that clearness,
And made a brine-pit with our bitter tears?
Or shall we cut away our hands, like thine? 130
Or shall we bite our tongues, and in dumb shows
Pass the remainder of our hateful days?
What shall we do? let us, that have our tongues,
Plot some device of further misery,[4365]
To make us wonder'd at in time to come. 135

_Luc._ Sweet father, cease your tears; for, at your grief,
See how my wretched sister sobs and weeps.

_Marc._ Patience, dear niece. Good Titus, dry thine eyes.

_Tit._ Ah, Marcus, Marcus! brother, well I wot
Thy napkin cannot drink a tear of mine, 140
For thou, poor man, hast drown'd it with thine own.

_Luc._ Ah, my Lavinia, I will wipe thy cheeks.

_Tit._ Mark, Marcus, mark! I understand her signs:
Had she a tongue to speak, now would she say
That to her brother which I said to thee: 145
His napkin, with his true tears all bewet,[4366]
Can do no service on her sorrowful cheeks.
O, what a sympathy of woe is this,
As far from help as Limbo is from bliss!

_Enter_ AARON.[4367]

_Aar._ Titus Andronicus, my lord the emperor[4368][4369] 150
Sends thee this word, that, if thou love thy sons,
Let Marcus, Lucius, or thyself, old Titus,
Or any one of you, chop off your hand,
And send it to the king: he for the same
Will send thee hither both thy sons alive;
And that shall be the ransom for their fault.

_Tit._ O gracious emperor! O gentle Aaron!
Did ever raven sing so like a lark,
That gives sweet tidings of the sun's uprise?
With all my heart, I'll send the emperor[4370] 160
My hand:[4370]
Good Aaron, wilt thou help to chop it off?

_Luc._ Stay, father! for that noble hand of thine,
That hath thrown down so many enemies,
Shall not be sent: my hand will serve the turn: 165
My youth can better spare my blood than you;
And therefore mine shall save my brothers' lives.

_Marc._ Which of your hands hath not defended Rome,
And rear'd aloft the bloody battle-axe,
Writing destruction on the enemy's castle?[4371] 170
O, none of both but are of high desert:
My hand hath been but idle; let it serve
To ransom my two nephews from their death;
Then have I kept it to a worthy end.

_Aar._ Nay, come, agree whose hand shall go along,[4369] 175
For fear they die before their pardon come.

_Marc._ My hand shall go.

_Luc._ By heaven, it shall not go!

_Tit._ Sirs, strive no more: such wither'd herbs as these[4372]
Are meet for plucking up, and therefore mine.

_Luc._ Sweet father, if I shall be thought thy son, 180
Let me redeem my brothers both from death.

_Marc._ And, for our father's sake and mother's care,
Now let me show a brother's love to thee.

_Tit._ Agree between you; I will spare my hand.

_Luc._ Then I'll go fetch an axe. 185

_Marc._ But I will use the axe. [_Exeunt Lucius and Marcus._[4373]

_Tit._ Come hither, Aaron; I'll deceive them both:
Lend me thy hand, and I will give thee mine.

_Aar._ [_Aside_] If that be call'd deceit, I will be honest,[4374]
And never, whilst I live, deceive men so: 190
But I'll deceive you in another sort,
And that you'll say, ere half an hour pass. [_Cuts off Titus's hand._

_Re-enter_ LUCIUS _and_ MARCUS.[4375]

_Tit._ Now stay your strife: what shall be is dispatch'd.[4376]
Good Aaron, give his majesty my hand:[4377]
Tell him it was a hand that warded him 195
From thousand dangers; bid him bury it;
More hath it merited; that let it have.[4378]
As for my sons, say I account of them[4379]
As jewels purchased at an easy price;
And yet dear too, because I bought mine own. 200

_Aar._ I go, Andronicus: and for thy hand
Look by and by to have thy sons with thee.
[_Aside_] Their heads, I mean. O, how this villany[4380]
Doth fat me with the very thoughts of it![4381]
Let fools do good, and fair men call for grace, 205
Aaron will have his soul black like his face. [_Exit._

_Tit._ O, here I lift this one hand up to heaven,[4382]
And bow this feeble ruin to the earth:
If any power pities wretched tears,[4383]
To that I call! [_To Lav._] What, would thou kneel with me?[4384] 210
Do, then, dear heart; for heaven shall hear our prayers;
Or with our sighs we'll breathe the welkin dim,
And stain the sun with fog, as sometime clouds
When they do hug him in their melting bosoms.

_Marc._ O brother, speak with possibilities,[4385] 215
And do not break into these deep extremes.[4386]

_Tit._ Is not my sorrow deep, having no bottom?[4387]
Then be my passions bottomless with them.

_Marc._ But yet let reason govern thy lament.

_Tit._ If there were reason for these miseries, 220
Then into limits could I bind my woes:
When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'erflow?
If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad,
Threatening the welkin with his big-swoln face?
And wilt thou have a reason for this coil? 225
I am the sea; hark, how her sighs do blow![4388]
She is the weeping welkin, I the earth:
Then must my sea be moved with her sighs;
Then must my earth with her continual tears
Become a deluge, overflow'd and drown'd:[4389] 230
For why my bowels cannot hide her woes,[4390]
But like a drunkard must I vomit them.
Then give me leave; for losers will have leave
To ease their stomachs with their bitter tongues.

_Enter a_ Messenger, _with two heads and a hand_.

_Mess._ Worthy Andronicus, ill art thou repaid 235
For that good hand thou sent'st the emperor.
Here are the heads of thy two noble sons;
And here's thy hand, in scorn to thee sent back,
Thy griefs their sports, thy resolution mock'd:[4391]
That woe is me to think upon thy woes, 240
More than remembrance of my father's death. [_Exit._

_Marc._ Now let hot Ætna cool in Sicily,[4392]
And be my heart an ever-burning hell!
These miseries are more than may be borne.
To weep with them that weep doth ease some deal, 245
But sorrow flouted at is double death.

_Luc._ Ah, that this sight should make so deep a wound,
And yet detested life not shrink thereat!
That ever death should let life bear his name,
Where life hath no more interest but to breathe! 250

[_Lavinia kisses Titus._[4393]

_Marc._ Alas, poor heart, that kiss is comfortless
As frozen water to a starved snake.

_Tit._ When will this fearful slumber have an end?

_Marc._ Now, farewell, flattery: die, Andronicus;[4394]
Thou dost not slumber: see, thy two sons' heads, 255
Thy warlike hand, thy mangled daughter here,[4395]
Thy other banish'd son with this dear sight[4396]
Struck pale and bloodless, and thy brother, I,[4397]
Even like a stony image, cold and numb.
Ah, now no more will I control thy griefs:[4398] 260
Rend off thy silver hair, thy other hand[4399]
Gnawing with thy teeth; and be this dismal sight[4400]
The closing up of our most wretched eyes:
Now is a time to storm; why art thou still?

_Tit._ Ha, ha, ha! 265

_Marc._ Why dost thou laugh? it fits not with this hour.

_Tit._ Why, I have not another tear to shed:
Besides, this sorrow is an enemy,
And would usurp upon my watery eyes
And make them blind with tributary tears: 270
Then which way shall I find Revenge's cave?[4401]
For these two heads do seem to speak to me,
And threat me I shall never come to bliss
Till all these mischiefs be return'd again
Even in their throats that have committed them. 275
Come, let me see what task I have to do.
You heavy people, circle me about,
That I may turn me to each one of you,
And swear unto my soul to right your wrongs.
The vow is made. Come, brother, take a head; 280
And in this hand the other will I bear.
Lavinia, thou shalt be employ'd in these things;[4402][4403]
Bear thou my hand, sweet wench, between thy teeth.[4403][4404]
As for thee, boy, go get thee from my sight;
Thou art an exile, and thou must not stay:
Hie to the Goths, and raise an army there: 285
And, if you love me, as I think you do,[4405]
Let's kiss and part, for we have much to do.

[_Exeunt all but Lucius._[4406]

_Luc._ Farewell, Andronicus, my noble father,[4407]
The wofull'st man that ever lived in Rome: 290
Farewell, proud Rome; till Lucius come again,[4408]
He leaves his pledges dearer than his life:[4409]
Farewell, Lavinia, my noble sister;
O, would thou wert as thou tofore hast been!
But now nor Lucius nor Lavinia lives 295
But in oblivion and hateful griefs.
If Lucius live, he will requite your wrongs;[4410]
And make proud Saturnine and his empress[4411]
Beg at the gates, like Tarquin and his queen.[4412]
Now will I to the Goths and raise a power, 300
To be revenged on Rome and Saturnine. [_Exit._[4413]

SCENE II. _A room in Titus's house. A banquet set out._

_Enter_ TITUS, MARCUS, LAVINIA, _and young_ LUCIUS, _a_ Boy.[4414]

_Tit._ So, so; now sit: and look you eat no more
Than will preserve just so much strength in us
As will revenge these bitter woes of ours.
Marcus, unknit that sorrow-wreathen knot:
Thy niece and I, poor creatures, want our hands,[4415] 5
And cannot passionate our tenfold grief
With folded arms. This poor right hand of mine
Is left to tyrannize upon my breast;
Who, when my heart, all mad with misery,[4416]
Beats in this hollow prison of my flesh, 10
Then thus I thump it down.
[_To Lavinia_] Thou map of woe, that thus dost talk in signs![4417]
When thy poor heart beats with outrageous beating,[4418]
Thou canst not strike it thus to make it still.[4419]
Wound it with sighing, girl, kill it with groans;[4420] 15
Or get some little knife between thy teeth,
And just against thy heart make thou a hole;
That all the tears that thy poor eyes let fall
May run into that sink, and soaking in
Drown the lamenting fool in sea-salt tears.[4421] 20

_Marc._ Fie, brother, fie! teach her not thus to lay
Such violent hands upon her tender life.

_Tit._ How now! has sorrow made thee dote already?
Why, Marcus, no man should be mad but I.
What violent hands can she lay on her life? 25
Ah, wherefore dost thou urge the name of hands;
To bid Æneas tell the tale twice o'er,
How Troy was burnt and he made miserable?
O, handle not the theme, to talk of hands,[4422]
Lest we remember still that we have none. 30
Fie, fie, how franticly I square my talk,
As if we should forget we had no hands,
If Marcus did not name the word of hands![4423]
Come, let's fall to; and, gentle girl, eat this:
Here is no drink. Hark, Marcus, what she says; 35
I can interpret all her martyr'd signs;
She says she drinks no other drink but tears,
Brew'd with her sorrow, mesh'd upon her cheeks:[4424]
Speechless complainer, I will learn thy thought;[4425]
In thy dumb action will I be as perfect 40
As begging hermits in their holy prayers:[4426]
Thou shalt not sigh, nor hold thy stumps to heaven,
Nor wink, nor nod, nor kneel, nor make a sign,
But I of these will wrest an alphabet,[4427]
And by still practice learn to know thy meaning. 45

_Boy._ Good grandsire, leave these bitter deep laments:
Make my aunt merry with some pleasing tale.

_Marc._ Alas, the tender boy, in passion moved,
Doth weep to see his grandsire's heaviness.

_Tit._ Peace, tender sapling; thou art made of tears, 50
And tears will quickly melt thy life away.

[_Marcus strikes the dish with a knife._

What dost thou strike at, Marcus, with thy knife?[4428][4429]

_Marc._ At that that I have kill'd, my lord,--a fly.[4428][4430]

_Tit._ Out on thee, murderer! thou kill'st my heart;[4428][4431]
Mine eyes are cloy'd with view of tyranny:[4428][4432] 55
A deed of death done on the innocent[4428]
Becomes not Titus' brother: get thee gone;[4428]
I see thou art not for my company.[4428]

_Marc._ Alas, my lord, I have but kill'd a fly.[4428]

_Tit._ 'But!' How, if that fly had a father and mother?[4428][4433] 60
How would he hang his slender gilded wings,[4428]
And buzz lamenting doings in the air![4428][4434]
Poor harmless fly,[4428]
That, with his pretty buzzing melody,[4428]
Came here to make us merry! and thou hast kill'd him.[4428][4435] 65

_Marc._ Pardon me, sir; it was a black ill-favour'd fly,[4428][4436]
Like to the empress' Moor; therefore I kill'd him.[4428]

_Tit._ O, O, O,[4428][4437]
Then pardon me for reprehending thee,[4428]
For thou hast done a charitable deed.[4428] 70
Give me thy knife, I will insult on him;[4428]
Flattering myself, as if it were the Moor[4428][4438]
Come hither purposely to poison me.[4428]
There's for thyself, and that's for Tamora.[4428]
Ah, sirrah![4428][4439] 75
Yet, I think, we are not brought so low,[4428][4440]
But that between us we can kill a fly[4428]
That comes in likeness of a coal-black Moor.[4428]

_Marc._ Alas, poor man! grief has so wrought on him,
He takes false shadows for true substances. 80

_Tit._ Come, take away. Lavinia, go with me:[4441]
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._[4442] 85

FOOTNOTES:

[4323] ACT III. SCENE I.] Rowe. Actus Tertius. Ff. Omitted in Qq.

Rome. A street] Capell. A street in Rome. Theobald.

Enter....] Enter the Iudges and Senatours with Titus two sonnes bound, passing on the Stage to the place of execution, and Titus going before pleading. Qq Ff.

[4324] _now you_] _you now_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[4325] _are_] F₂ F₃ F₄. _is_ Qq F₁.

[4326] [Lieth down;....] Andronicus lieth downe, and the Iudges passe by him. Qq Ff.

[4327] _these, tribunes_] Qq F₁. _these, these Tribunes_ F₂ F₃. _these, these, Tribunes_ F₄. _these, good tribunes_ Malone. _these two, tribunes_ Jackson conj. _these, O tribunes_ Keightley (Collier conj.)

[4328] _languor and_] _anguish in_ Collier (Collier MS.)

[4329] _stanch_] Qq F₁. _stench_ F₂ F₃ F₄.

[4330] _befriend_] Qq F₃ F₄. _be friend_ F₁ F₂.

_more with_] _with more_ Collier (Collier MS.)

[Exeunt. Ff. om. Qq. Tribunes &c. pass Titus, and Exeunt with the Prisoners. Capell (after _tears,_ line 13).

[4331] _urns_] Hanmer. _ruines_ Qq F₁ F₂ F₃. _ruins_ F₄.

[4332] _his_] _her_ Rowe.

[4333] _showers: In ... drought_] _showres. In ... drought,_ Qq. _showres In ... drought:_ F₁ F₂. _showers In ... drought:_ F₃ F₄.

[4334] Enter ... weapon....] Qq Ff. Enter ... sword.... Rowe.

[4335] _reverend_] F₃ F₄. _reverent_ Qq F₁ F₂.

_O gentle_] _gentle_ Rowe.

_O gentle, aged men_] _gentle-aged-men_ Boswell. _gentle-aged men_ S. Walker conj. _aged gentlemen_ Anon. conj.

[4336] _you not_] Qq F₂ F₃ F₄. _not_ F₁.

[4337] _you,--_] _you--_ Rowe. _you._ Qq Ff.

[4338] _man:_] _man:_ [rises.] Capell.

[4339] _or ... them...._] Edd. _or ... them._ Q₁. _or if they did marke, All bootlesse unto them._ Q₂. _oh if they did heare They would not pitty me._ Ff. _or if they did mark, They would not pity me._ Pope. _or, if they did mark, All bootless unto them, they would not pity me._ Capell. _or ... them since I complain._ Dyce conj.

[4340] _to_] Q₁. _bootles to_ Q₂ F₁ F₂. _bootless to_ F₃ F₄.

[4341] _they are_] _they're_ Pope. _are_ Hanmer.

[4342] [rising. Hudson.

[4343] _A stone ... stones_] One line in Qq. Two in Ff.

_A stone is_] _Stone's_ Steevens conj.

_soft as_] Qq. _as soft_ Ff.

[4344] [Rises] Dyce. om. Qq Ff.

[4345] _stand'st_] _standest_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[4346] _pronounced_] _pronounc'd_ F₃ F₄. _pronounc'st_ F₁ F₂. _pronounst_ Qq.

[4347] _must prey_] _must pray_ Q₁ F₁. _no prey_] _no pray_ Q₁.

[4348] SCENE II. Pope.

_aged_] Q₁. _noble_ Q₂ Ff.

[4349] _Ay_] F₄. _Aye_ Qq F₁ F₂ F₃. _Ah_ Rowe.

[4350] _Lavinia_] Qq F₁. _my Lavinia_ F₂ F₃ F₄. _speak, Lavinia_ Anon. conj.

[4351] _sight_] _spight_ Theobald.

[4352] _height_] _light_ F₂.

[4353] _I'll_] _or_ Steevens conj.

[4354] _And ... life_] One line in Qq. Two in Ff.

[4355] _is_] Qq Ff. _are_ Rowe.

[4356] _Sweet ... every ear_] _Rich ... old and young_ Collier MS.]

_Sweet varied_] _Sweet various_ F₄. _Sweet-varied_ S. Walker conj.

[4357] _O ... deed?_] One line in Qq. Two in Ff.

[4358] _It ... her_] One line in Qq. Two in Ff.]

_dear_] F₃. _deare_ Qq F₁ F₂. _deer_ F₄.

[4359] _Who ... wave_] One line in Qq. Two in Ff.

_marks_] _markes_ Qq F₁. _makes_ F₂ F₃ F₄.

[4360] _lively_] _lovely_ Johnson (1771, '73). _living_ Collier MS.

[4361] _gather'd_] F₄. _gathred_ Qq F₁ F₂. _gath'red_ F₃.

_wither'd_] Rowe. _withered_ Qq Ff.

[4362] _them_] Q₁. _him_ Q₂ Ff.

[4363] _sign_] _signe_ Qq. _signes_ F₁ F₂ F₃. _signs_ F₄.

[4364] _as_] Collier (Collier MS. and Long MS.) _in_ Qq Ff. _like_ Rowe. _e'en_ Anon. conj.

[4365] _device_] Theobald. _devise_ Qq Ff.

_misery_ Qq. _miseries_ Ff.

[4366] _with his_] F₄. _with her_ Qq F₁ F₂ F₃.

[4367] Enter Aaron] Enter Aron the Moore alone. Qq Ff.

[4368] SCENE III. Pope.

[4369] Aar.] Moore. Qq Ff.

[4370] _With ... hand_] As in Steevens. One line in Qq Ff.

_emperor My hand_] _king my hand_ Capell. _my hand to him_ Collier (Collier MS.)

[4371] _enemy's_] Steevens (Capell conj.) _enemies_ Qq Ff. _enemies'_ Warburton.

_castle_] _casque_ Theobald. _cask_ Hanmer. _crest_ S. Walker conj. _castles_ Keightley. See note (III).

[4372] _wither'd_] F₄. _withred_ Qq. _withered_ F₁ F₂ F₃.

[4373] _use the axe_] _use it_ Collier (Capell conj.)

[Exeunt Lucius and Marcus.] Theobald. Exeunt. Qq Ff.

[4374] Aar.] Aron. Q₁. Moore. Q₂ Ff.

[Aside] First marked by Rowe. Capell marks lines 191, 192 only, as spoken aside.

[4375] _pass_] _can pass_ Steevens (1793).

[Cuts off....] He cuts off Titus hand. Qq. Ff.

Re-enter....] Capell. Enter Lucius and Marcus againe. Qq Ff.

[4376] _your_] _you_ F₁.

[4377] _my_] _me_ F₁.

[4378] _merited;_] _merited?_ Hanmer.

[4379] _for_] _for for_ F₁.

[4380] [Aside] First marked by Rowe.

[4381] _fat_] _sat_ F₂.

_thoughts_] Qq F₁. _thought_ F₂ F₃ F₄.

[4382] SCENE IV. Pope.

_O, here_] _O here_ Q₁. _O heere_ Q₂ F₁ F₂. _O hear_ F₃. _O hear,_ F₄.

[4383] _wretched_] _wretches'_ S. Walker conj.

[4384] [To Lav.] Johnson. om. Qq Ff.

_would_] Qq. _wilt_ Ff. _won't_ Capell conj.

[4385] _possibilities_] _possibilitie_ Q₁.

[4386] _deep extremes_] _two extreams_ Rowe. _woe-extremes_ Warburton.

[4387] _Is ... sorrow_] _Are ... sorrows_ S. Walker conj.

[4388] _blow_] F₂ F₃ F₄. _flow_ Qq F₁.

[4389] _overflow'd and drown'd_] Ff. _overflowed and drowned_ Qq.

[4390] _For why_] Dyce. _For why,_ Qq Ff. _For why?_ Capell.

[4391] _griefs ... sports_] _griefe ... sports_ Q₁. _grief's ... sport_ Pope.

[4392] _Sicily_] F₃ F₄. _Cycilie_ Q₁. _Cicilie_ Q₂ F₁. _Cicily_ F₂.

[4393] _breathe_] F₄. _breath_ Qq F₁ F₂ F₃.

[Lavinia....] Lavinia kisses him. Johnson. Omitted in Qq Ff.

[4394] _flattery_] _slattery_ F₂.

[4395] _hand_] Qq F₄. _hands_ F₁ F₂ F₃.

[4396] _son_] F₄. _sonne_ Qq. _sonnes_ F₁ F₂. _sons_ F₃.

_dear_] _dire_ Hanmer.

[4397] _our_] _your_ Theobald.

[4398] _thy_] Theobald. _my_ Qq Ff.

[4399] _Rend off_] _Rent off_ Q₁ Ff. _Rent of_ Q₂.

[4400] _Gnawing_] _Gnaw_ Capell.

[4401] _cave?_] Q₂ Ff. _cave._ Q₁.

[4402] _Lavinia_] F₂ F₃ F₄. _And Lavinia_ Qq F₁.

_Lavinia ... employ'd_] _Lavinia,_ (in a line by itself) _Thou too shalt be employed_ Steevens conj. _And thou shalt be employed_ Collier conj.

_employed in these things_] Ff. _imployde in these Armes_ Q₁. _imployd in these Armes_ Q₂. _employed in these aims_ Grant White (Dyce conj.) _employ'd: these arms!_ Edd. (Globe edition). See note (IV).

[4403] _employ'd ... hand,_] _employed: in these arms Bear thou my hand:--_ Jackson conj.

[4404] _teeth_] _arms_ Capell.

[4405] _you do_] _'tis true_ Collier MS.

[4406] [Exeunt....] Exeunt. Manet Lucius. Ff. Exeunt. Qq.

[4407] SCENE V. Pope.

[4408] _Rome; till_] _Rome; 'till_ Rowe (ed. 2). _Rome till_ Qq. _Rome, till_ Ff.

[4409] _leaves_] Rowe. _loves_ Qq Ff.

[4410] _requite_] Qq F₃ F₄. _requit_ F₁ F₂.

[4411] _Saturnine_] Qq F₁. _Saturninus_ F₂ F₃ F₄.

[4412] _like_] _likes_ F₁.

[4413] [Exit.] Exit Lucius. Qq Ff.

[4414] SCENE II.] Capell. SCENE VI. Pope.

A room....] An apartment.... Theobald.

A banquet....] A Bnaket. F₁. A Banquet. F₂ F₃ F₄.

Enter....] Enter Andronicus, Marcus, Lavinia and the Boy. Ff. The whole of this scene is omitted in the Quartos.

[4415] _and_] _an_ F₂.

[4416] _Who_] Ff. _And_ Rowe.

[4417] [To Lavinia] Johnson.

[4418] _with outrageous_] _without ragious_ F₁.

[4419] _still._] _still?_ F₁ F₂. _still:_ F₃ F₄.

[4420] _sighing_] _singing_ Rowe.

[4421] _fool_] F₃ F₄. _foole_ F₁ F₂. _soul_ Long MS. (erased).

_sea-salt_] F₂ F₃ F₄. _Sea salt_ F₁.

[4422] _to talk_] _no talk_ Rowe.

[4423] _hands!_] _hands?_ F₃ F₄. _hands._ F₁ F₂.

[4424] _Brew'd_] _Breu'd_ F₁.

_sorrow_] F₁. _sorrows_ F₂ F₃ F₄.

[4425] _complainer, I_] Capell. _complaynet, I_ F₁. _complaint, O I_ F₂ F₃ F₄.

[4426] _hermits_] _hemits_ F₂.

[4427] _wrest_] _rest_ Warburton (a misprint).

[4428] _What ... Moor_] Erased in Collier MS.

[4429] _thy_] F₂ F₃ F₄. om F₁.

[4430] _fly_] _flys_ F₁.

[4431] _thee,_] F₄. _thee_ F₃. _the_ F₁ F₂.

[4432] _are_] F₂ F₃ F₄. om. F₁.

[4433] _'But!' How, if_] _But? How if_ F₁ F₂. _But? How, if_ F₃. _But, how if_ F₄. _But how, if_ Stevens.

_father and mother?_] _father, sir?_ Capell. _father, brother?_ Ritson conj. _father?_ Stevens conj.

[4434] _lamenting doings_] _laments and dolings_ Hanmer.

_doings_] _dolings_ Theobald. _dronings_ Anon. MS. conj. apud Theobald ('Shakespeare restored' p. 184).

[4435] _Came ... him._] One line in Capell. Two in Ff.

[4436] _Pardon ... fly,_] One line in Pope. Two in Ff.

_sir; it was_] _it was_ Hanmer. _'twas_ Capell conj.

[4437] _O, O, O,_] _O, O,_ Capell, reading _O, O, ... thee,_ as one line.

[4438] _myself_] _my selfes_ F₁.

[4439] _Ah, sirrah!_] As a separate line in Capell. Joined to line 74 in Ff. Omitted by Pope. Joined to line 76 in Steevens (1778).

[4440] _Yet, I think_] _Yet still I think_ Pope. _Why, yet, I think_ Capell. _Yet I do think_ Steevens. _But yet I think_ or _Yet do I think_ Grant White conj.

[4441] Tit. _Come, take away._] Capell. See note (V).

[4442] _begin_] Ff. _begins_ Rowe (ed. 2).