Titus Andronicus
Act IV, Scene 4
Rome. Before the Palace.
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Enter Emperor and Empress and her two sons (Demetrius and
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Chiron), Lords, and others; the Emperor brings the arrow in
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his hand that Titus shot at him.
Saturninus
1 - 26
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Why, lords, what wrongs are these! Was ever seen
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An emperor in Rome thus overborne,
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Troubled, confronted thus, and, for the extent
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Of equal justice, us’d in such contempt?
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My lords, you know, as know the mightful gods,
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However these disturbers of our peace
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Buzz in the people’s ears, there nought hath pass’d,
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But even with law, against the willful sons
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Of old Andronicus. And what and if
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His sorrows have so overwhelm’d his wits?
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Shall we be thus afflicted in his wreaks,
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His fits, his frenzy, and his bitterness?
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And now he writes to heaven for his redress.
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See, here’s to Jove, and this to Mercury,
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This to Apollo, this to the god of war:
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Sweet scrolls to fly about the streets of Rome!
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What’s this but libelling against the Senate,
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And blazoning our unjustice every where?
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A goodly humor, is it not, my lords?
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As who would say, in Rome no justice were.
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But if I live, his feigned ecstasies
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Shall be no shelter to these outrages,
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But he and his shall know that justice lives
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In Saturninus’ health, whom, if he sleep,
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He’ll so awake as he in fury shall
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Cut off the proud’st conspirator that lives.
Tamora
27 - 40
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My gracious lord, my lovely Saturnine,
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Lord of my life, commander of my thoughts,
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Calm thee, and bear the faults of Titus’ age,
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Th’ effects of sorrow for his valiant sons,
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Whose loss hath pierc’d him deep and scarr’d his heart,
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And rather comfort his distressed plight
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Than prosecute the meanest or the best
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For these contempts.
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Aside.
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Why, thus it shall become
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High-witted Tamora to gloze with all;
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But, Titus, I have touch’d thee to the quick;
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Thy life-blood out, if Aaron now be wise,
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Then is all safe, the anchor in the port.
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Enter Clown.
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How now, good fellow, wouldst thou speak with us?
Clown
41
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Yea forsooth, and your mistriship be emperial.
Tamora
42
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Empress I am, but yonder sits the Emperor.
Clown
43 - 44
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’Tis he. God and Saint Steven give you godde. I have brought
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you a letter and a couple of pigeons here.
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Saturninus reads the letter.
Saturninus
45
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Go take him away and hang him presently.
Clown
46
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How much money must I have?
Tamora
47
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Come, sirrah, you must be hang’d.
Clown
48 - 49
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Hang’d! By’ lady, then I have brought up a neck to a fair
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end.
Saturninus
50 - 61
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Despiteful and intolerable wrongs!
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Shall I endure this monstrous villainy?
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I know from whence this same device proceeds.
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May this be borne as if his traitorous sons,
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That died by law for murder of our brother,
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Have by my means been butchered wrongfully?
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Go drag the villain hither by the hair,
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Nor age nor honor shall shape privilege;
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For this proud mock I’ll be thy slaughter-man,
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Sly frantic wretch, that holp’st to make me great,
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In hope thyself should govern Rome and me.
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Enter Nuntius Aemilius.
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What news with thee, Aemilius?
Aemilius
62 - 68
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Arm, my lords! Rome never had more cause.
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The Goths have gathered head, and with a power
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Of high-resolved men, bent to the spoil,
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They hither march amain, under conduct
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Of Lucius, son to old Andronicus,
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Who threats, in course of this revenge, to do
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As much as ever Coriolanus did.
Saturninus
69 - 77
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Is warlike Lucius general of the Goths?
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These tidings nip me, and I hang the head
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As flowers with frost, or grass beat down with storms.
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Ay, now begins our sorrows to approach.
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’Tis he the common people love so much;
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Myself hath often heard them say,
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When I have walked like a private man,
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That Lucius’ banishment was wrongfully,
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And they have wish’d that Lucius were their emperor.
Tamora
78
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Why should you fear? Is not your city strong?
Saturninus
79 - 80
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Ay, but the citizens favor Lucius,
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And will revolt from me to succor him.
Tamora
81 - 93
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King, be thy thoughts imperious, like thy name.
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Is the sun dimm’d, that gnats do fly in it?
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The eagle suffers little birds to sing,
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And is not careful what they mean thereby,
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Knowing that with the shadow of his wings
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He can at pleasure stint their melody;
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Even so mayest thou the giddy men of Rome.
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Then cheer thy spirit, for know thou, Emperor,
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I will enchant the old Andronicus
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With words more sweet, and yet more dangerous,
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Than baits to fish, or honey-stalks to sheep,
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When as the one is wounded with the bait,
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The other rotted with delicious feed.
Saturninus
94
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But he will not entreat his son for us.
Tamora
95 - 103
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If Tamora entreat him, then he will,
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For I can smooth and fill his aged ears
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With golden promises, that, were his heart
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Almost impregnable, his old years deaf,
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Yet should both ear and heart obey my tongue.
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To Aemilius.
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Go thou before, to be our ambassador.
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Say that the Emperor requests a parley
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Of warlike Lucius, and appoint the meeting
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Even at his father’s house, the old Andronicus.
Saturninus
104 - 106
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Aemilius, do this message honorably,
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And if he stand on hostage for his safety,
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Bid him demand what pledge will please him best.
Aemilius
107
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Your bidding shall I do effectually.
Tamora
108 - 112
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Now will I to that old Andronicus,
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And temper him with all the art I have,
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To pluck proud Lucius from the warlike Goths,
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And now, sweet emperor, be blithe again,
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And bury all thy fear in my devices.
Saturninus
113
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Then go successantly, and plead to him.