ACT V. SCENE I. Plains near Rome  Enter LUCIUS with an army of GOTHS with drums and colours    LUCIUS. Approved warriors and my faithful friends,     I have received letters from great Rome     Which signifies what hate they bear their Emperor     And how desirous of our sight they are.     Therefore, great lords, be, as your titles witness,     Imperious and impatient of your wrongs;     And wherein Rome hath done you any scath,     Let him make treble satisfaction.   FIRST GOTH. Brave slip, sprung from the great Andronicus,     Whose name was once our terror, now our comfort,     Whose high exploits and honourable deeds     Ingrateful Rome requites with foul contempt,     Be bold in us: we'll follow where thou lead'st,     Like stinging bees in hottest summer's day,     Led by their master to the flow'red fields,     And be aveng'd on cursed Tamora.   ALL THE GOTHS. And as he saith, so say we all with him.   LUCIUS. I humbly thank him, and I thank you all.     But who comes here, led by a lusty Goth?       Enter a GOTH, leading AARON with his CHILD in his arms    SECOND GOTH. Renowned Lucius, from our troops I stray'd     To gaze upon a ruinous monastery;     And as I earnestly did fix mine eye     Upon the wasted building, suddenly     I heard a child cry underneath a wall.     I made unto the noise, when soon I heard     The crying babe controll'd with this discourse:     'Peace, tawny slave, half me and half thy dam!     Did not thy hue bewray whose brat thou art,     Had nature lent thee but thy mother's look,     Villain, thou mightst have been an emperor;     But where the bull and cow are both milk-white,     They never do beget a coal-black calf.     Peace, villain, peace!'- even thus he rates the babe-     'For I must bear thee to a trusty Goth,     Who, when he knows thou art the Empress' babe,     Will hold thee dearly for thy mother's sake.'     With this, my weapon drawn, I rush'd upon him,     Surpris'd him suddenly, and brought him hither     To use as you think needful of the man.   LUCIUS. O worthy Goth, this is the incarnate devil     That robb'd Andronicus of his good hand;     This is the pearl that pleas'd your Empress' eye;     And here's the base fruit of her burning lust.     Say, wall-ey'd slave, whither wouldst thou convey     This growing image of thy fiend-like face?     Why dost not speak? What, deaf? Not a word?     A halter, soldiers! Hang him on this tree,     And by his side his fruit of bastardy.   AARON. Touch not the boy, he is of royal blood.   LUCIUS. Too like the sire for ever being good.     First hang the child, that he may see it sprawl-     A sight to vex the father's soul withal.     Get me a ladder.                 [A ladder brought, which AARON is made to climb]   AARON. Lucius, save the child,     And bear it from me to the Emperess.     If thou do this, I'll show thee wondrous things     That highly may advantage thee to hear;     If thou wilt not, befall what may befall,     I'll speak no more but 'Vengeance rot you all!'   LUCIUS. Say on; an if it please me which thou speak'st,     Thy child shall live, and I will see it nourish'd.   AARON. An if it please thee! Why, assure thee, Lucius,     'Twill vex thy soul to hear what I shall speak;     For I must talk of murders, rapes, and massacres,     Acts of black night, abominable deeds,     Complots of mischief, treason, villainies,     Ruthful to hear, yet piteously perform'd;     And this shall all be buried in my death,     Unless thou swear to me my child shall live.   LUCIUS. Tell on thy mind; I say thy child shall live.   AARON. Swear that he shall, and then I will begin.   LUCIUS. Who should I swear by? Thou believest no god;     That granted, how canst thou believe an oath?   AARON. What if I do not? as indeed I do not;     Yet, for I know thou art religious     And hast a thing within thee called conscience,     With twenty popish tricks and ceremonies     Which I have seen thee careful to observe,     Therefore I urge thy oath. For that I know     An idiot holds his bauble for a god,     And keeps the oath which by that god he swears,     To that I'll urge him. Therefore thou shalt vow     By that same god- what god soe'er it be     That thou adorest and hast in reverence-     To save my boy, to nourish and bring him up;     Or else I will discover nought to thee.   LUCIUS. Even by my god I swear to thee I will.   AARON. First know thou, I begot him on the Empress.   LUCIUS. O most insatiate and luxurious woman!   AARON. Tut, Lucius, this was but a deed of charity     To that which thou shalt hear of me anon.     'Twas her two sons that murdered Bassianus;     They cut thy sister's tongue, and ravish'd her,     And cut her hands, and trimm'd her as thou sawest.   LUCIUS. O detestable villain! Call'st thou that trimming?   AARON. Why, she was wash'd, and cut, and trimm'd, and 'twas     Trim sport for them which had the doing of it.   LUCIUS. O barbarous beastly villains like thyself!   AARON. Indeed, I was their tutor to instruct them.     That codding spirit had they from their mother,     As sure a card as ever won the set;     That bloody mind, I think, they learn'd of me,     As true a dog as ever fought at head.     Well, let my deeds be witness of my worth.     I train'd thy brethren to that guileful hole     Where the dead corpse of Bassianus lay;     I 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    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     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 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 afford you such a devil?     For well I wot the Empress never wags     But in her company there is a Moor;     And, would you represent our queen aright,     It were convenient you had such a devil.     But welcome as you are. What shall we do?   TAMORA. What wouldst thou have us do, Andronicus?   DEMETRIUS. Show me a murderer, I'll deal with him.   CHIRON. Show me a villain that hath done a rape,     And I am sent to be reveng'd on him.   TAMORA. Show me a thousand that hath done thee wrong,     And I will be revenged on them all.   TITUS. Look round about the wicked streets of Rome,     And when thou find'st a man that's like thyself,     Good Murder, stab him; he's a murderer.     Go thou with him, and when it is thy hap     To find another that is like to thee,     Good Rapine, stab him; he is a ravisher.     Go thou with them; and in the Emperor's court     There is a queen, attended by a Moor;     Well shalt thou know her by thine own proportion,     For up and down she doth resemble thee.     I pray thee, do on them some violent death;     They have been violent to me and mine.   TAMORA. Well hast thou lesson'd us; this shall we do.     But would it please thee, good Andronicus,     To send for Lucius, thy thrice-valiant son,     Who leads towards Rome a band of warlike Goths,     And bid him come and banquet at thy house;     When he is here, even at thy solemn feast,     I will bring in the Empress and her sons,     The Emperor himself, and all thy foes;     And at thy mercy shall they stoop and kneel,     And on them shalt thou ease thy angry heart.     What says Andronicus to this device?   TITUS. Marcus, my brother! 'Tis sad Titus calls.                    Enter MARCUS      Go, gentle Marcus, to thy nephew Lucius;     Thou shalt inquire him out among the Goths.     Bid him repair to me, and bring with him     Some of the chiefest princes of the Goths;     Bid him encamp his soldiers where they are.     Tell him the Emperor and the Empress too     Feast at my house, and he shall feast with them.     This do thou for my love; and so let him,     As he regards his aged father's life.   MARCUS. This will I do, and soon return again.            Exit   TAMORA. Now will I hence about thy business,     And take my ministers along with me.   TITUS. Nay, nay, let Rape and Murder stay with me,     Or else I'll call my brother back again,     And cleave to no revenge but Lucius.   TAMORA.  [Aside to her sons]  What say you, boys? Will you abide       with him,     Whiles I go tell my lord the Emperor     How I have govern'd our determin'd jest?     Yield to his humour, smooth and speak him fair,     And tarry with him till I turn again.   TITUS.  [Aside]  I knew them all, though they suppos'd me mad,     And will o'er reach them in their own devices,     A pair of cursed hell-hounds and their dam.   DEMETRIUS. Madam, depart at pleasure; leave us here.   TAMORA. Farewell, Andronicus, Revenge now goes     To lay a complot to betray thy foes.   TITUS. I know thou dost; and, sweet Revenge, farewell.                                                      Exit TAMORA   CHIRON. Tell us, old man, how shall we be employ'd?   TITUS. Tut, I have work enough for you to do.     Publius, come hither, Caius, and Valentine.            Enter PUBLIUS, CAIUS, and VALENTINE    PUBLIUS. What is your will?   TITUS. Know you these two?   PUBLIUS. The Empress' sons, I take them: Chiron, Demetrius.   TITUS. Fie, Publius, fie! thou art too much deceiv'd.     The one is Murder, and Rape is the other's name;     And therefore bind them, gentle Publius-     Caius and Valentine, lay hands on them.     Oft have you heard me wish for such an hour,     And now I find it; therefore bind them sure,     And stop their mouths if they begin to cry.             Exit                          [They lay hold on CHIRON and DEMETRIUS]   CHIRON. Villains, forbear! we are the Empress' sons.   PUBLIUS. And therefore do we what we are commanded.     Stop close their mouths, let them not speak a word.     Is he sure bound? Look that you bind them fast.                 Re-enter TITUS ANDRONICUS         with a knife, and LAVINIA, with a basin    TITUS. Come, come, Lavinia; look, thy foes are bound.     Sirs, stop their mouths, let them not speak to me;     But let them hear what fearful words I utter.     O villains, Chiron and Demetrius!     Here stands the spring whom you have stain'd with mud;     This goodly summer with your winter mix'd.     You kill'd her husband; and for that vile fault     Two of her brothers were condemn'd to death,     My hand cut off and made a merry jest;     Both her sweet hands, her tongue, and that more dear     Than hands or tongue, her spotless chastity,     Inhuman traitors, you constrain'd and forc'd.     What would you say, if I should let you speak?     Villains, for shame you could not beg for grace.     Hark, wretches! how I mean to martyr you.     This one hand yet is left to cut your throats,     Whiles that Lavinia 'tween her stumps doth hold     The basin that receives your guilty blood.     You know your mother means to feast with me,     And calls herself Revenge, and thinks me mad.     Hark, villains! I will grind your bones to dust,     And with your blood and it I'll make a paste;     And of the paste a coffin I will rear,     And make two pasties of your shameful heads;     And bid that strumpet, your unhallowed dam,     Like to the earth, swallow her own increase.     This is the feast that I have bid her to,     And this the banquet she shall surfeit on;     For worse than Philomel you us'd my daughter,     And worse than Progne I will be reveng'd.     And now prepare your throats. Lavinia, come,     Receive the blood; and when that they are dead,     Let me go grind their bones to powder small,     And with this hateful liquor temper it;     And in that paste let their vile heads be bak'd.     Come, come, be every one officious     To make this banquet, which I wish may prove     More stern and bloody than the Centaurs' feast.                                          [He cuts their throats]     So.     Now bring them in, for I will play the cook,     And see them ready against their mother comes.                                  Exeunt, bearing the dead bodies     SCENE III. The court of TITUS' house  Enter Lucius, MARCUS, and the GOTHS, with AARON prisoner, and his CHILD in the arms of an attendant    LUCIUS. Uncle Marcus, since 'tis my father's mind     That I repair to Rome, I am content.     FIRST GOTH. And ours with thine, befall what fortune will.   LUCIUS. Good uncle, take you in this barbarous Moor,     This ravenous tiger, this accursed devil;     Let him receive no sust'nance, fetter him,     Till he be brought unto the Empress' face     For testimony of her foul proceedings.     And see the ambush of our friends be strong;     I fear the Emperor means no good to us.   AARON. Some devil whisper curses in my ear,     And prompt me that my tongue may utter forth     The venomous malice of my swelling heart!   LUCIUS. Away, inhuman dog, unhallowed slave!     Sirs, help our uncle to convey him in.                         Exeunt GOTHS with AARON. Flourish within     The trumpets show the Emperor is at hand.              Sound trumpets. Enter SATURNINUS and     TAMORA, with AEMILIUS, TRIBUNES, SENATORS, and others    SATURNINUS. What, hath the firmament more suns than one?   LUCIUS. What boots it thee to can thyself a sun?   MARCUS. Rome's Emperor, and nephew, break the parle;     These quarrels must be quietly debated.     The feast is ready which the careful Titus     Hath ordain'd to an honourable end,     For peace, for love, for league, and good to Rome.     Please you, therefore, draw nigh and take your places.   SATURNINUS. Marcus, we will.                       [A table brought in. The company sit down]                 Trumpets sounding, enter TITUS          like a cook, placing the dishes, and LAVINIA    with a veil over her face; also YOUNG LUCIUS, and others    TITUS. Welcome, my lord; welcome, dread Queen;     Welcome, ye warlike Goths; welcome, Lucius;     And welcome all. Although the cheer be poor,     'Twill fill your stomachs; please you eat of it.   SATURNINUS. Why art thou thus attir'd, Andronicus?   TITUS. Because I would be sure to have all well     To entertain your Highness and your Empress.   TAMORA. We are beholding to you, good Andronicus.   TITUS. An if your Highness knew my heart, you were.     My lord the Emperor, resolve me this:     Was it well done of rash Virginius     To slay his daughter with his own right hand,     Because she was enforc'd, stain'd, and deflower'd?   SATURNINUS. It was, Andronicus.   TITUS. Your reason, mighty lord.   SATURNINUS. Because the girl should not survive her shame,     And by her presence still renew his sorrows.   TITUS. A reason mighty, strong, and effectual;     A pattern, precedent, and lively warrant     For me, most wretched, to perform the like.     Die, die, Lavinia, and thy shame with thee;   [He kills her]     And with thy shame thy father's sorrow die!   SATURNINUS. What hast thou done, unnatural and unkind?   TITUS. Kill'd her for whom my tears have made me blind.     I am as woeful as Virginius was,     And have a thousand times more cause than he     To do this outrage; and it now is done.   SATURNINUS. What, was she ravish'd? Tell who did the deed.   TITUS. Will't please you eat?  Will't please your Highness feed?   TAMORA. Why hast thou slain thine only daughter thus?   TITUS. Not I; 'twas Chiron and Demetrius.     They ravish'd her, and cut away her tongue;     And they, 'twas they, that did her all this wrong.   SATURNINUS. Go, fetch them hither to us presently.   TITUS. Why, there they are, both baked in this pie,     Whereof their mother daintily hath fed,     Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred.     'Tis true, 'tis true: witness my knife's sharp point.                                           [He stabs the EMPRESS]   SATURNINUS. Die, frantic wretch, for this accursed deed!                                                 [He stabs TITUS]   LUCIUS. Can the son's eye behold his father bleed?     There's meed for meed, death for a deadly deed.                    [He stabs SATURNINUS. A great tumult. LUCIUS,                MARCUS, and their friends go up into the balcony]   MARCUS. You sad-fac'd men, people and sons of Rome,     By uproars sever'd, as a flight of fowl     Scatter'd by winds and high tempestuous gusts?     O, let me teach you how to knit again     This scattered corn into one mutual sheaf,     These broken limbs again into one body;     Lest Rome herself be bane unto herself,     And she whom mighty kingdoms curtsy to,     Like a forlorn and desperate castaway,     Do shameful execution on herself.     But if my frosty signs and chaps of age,     Grave witnesses of true experience,     Cannot induce you to attend my words,     [To Lucius]  Speak, Rome's dear friend, as erst our ancestor,     When with his solemn tongue he did discourse     To love-sick Dido's sad attending ear     The story of that baleful burning night,     When subtle Greeks surpris'd King Priam's Troy.     Tell us what Sinon hath bewitch'd our ears,     Or who hath brought the fatal engine in     That gives our Troy, our Rome, the civil wound.     My heart is not compact of flint nor steel;     Nor can I utter all our bitter grief,     But floods of tears will drown my oratory     And break my utt'rance, even in the time     When it should move ye to attend me most,     And force you to commiseration.     Here's Rome's young Captain, let him tell the tale;     While I stand by and weep to hear him speak.   LUCIUS. Then, gracious auditory, be it known to you     That Chiron and the damn'd Demetrius     Were they that murd'red our Emperor's brother;     And they it were that ravished our sister.     For their fell faults our brothers were beheaded,     Our father's tears despis'd, and basely cozen'd     Of that true hand that fought Rome's quarrel out     And sent her enemies unto the grave.     Lastly, myself unkindly banished,     The gates shut on me, and turn'd weeping out,     To beg relief among Rome's enemies;     Who drown'd their enmity in my true tears,     And op'd their arms to embrace me as a friend.     I am the turned forth, be it known to you,     That have preserv'd her welfare in my blood     And from her bosom took the enemy's point,     Sheathing the steel in my advent'rous body.     Alas! you know I am no vaunter, I;     My scars can witness, dumb although they are,     That my report is just and full of truth.     But, soft! methinks I do digress too much,     Citing my worthless praise. O, pardon me!     For when no friends are by, men praise themselves.   MARCUS. Now is my turn to speak. Behold the child.                   [Pointing to the CHILD in an attendant's arms]     Of this was Tamora delivered,     The issue of an irreligious Moor,     Chief architect and plotter of these woes.     The villain is alive in Titus' house,     Damn'd as he is, to witness this is true.     Now judge what cause had Titus to revenge     These wrongs unspeakable, past patience,     Or more than any living man could bear.     Now have you heard the truth: what say you, Romans?     Have we done aught amiss, show us wherein,     And, from the place where you behold us pleading,     The poor remainder of Andronici     Will, hand in hand, all headlong hurl ourselves,     And on the ragged stones beat forth our souls,     And make a mutual closure of our house.     Speak, Romans, speak; and if you say we shall,     Lo, hand in hand, Lucius and I will fall.   AEMILIUS. Come, come, thou reverend man of Rome,     And bring our Emperor gently in thy hand,     Lucius our Emperor; for well I know     The common voice do cry it shall be so.   ALL. Lucius, all hail, Rome's royal Emperor!   MARCUS. Go, go into old Titus' sorrowful house,     And hither hale that misbelieving Moor     To be adjudg'd some direful slaught'ring death,     As punishment for his most wicked life.          Exeunt some               attendants. LUCIUS, MARCUS, and the others descend   ALL. Lucius, all hail, Rome's gracious governor!   LUCIUS. Thanks, gentle Romans! May I govern so     To heal Rome's harms and wipe away her woe!     But, gentle people, give me aim awhile,     For nature puts me to a heavy task.     Stand all aloof; but, uncle, draw you near     To shed obsequious tears upon this trunk.     O, take this warm kiss on thy pale cold lips.  [Kisses TITUS]     These sorrowful drops upon thy blood-stain'd face,     The last true duties of thy noble son!   MARCUS. Tear for tear and loving kiss for kiss     Thy brother Marcus tenders on thy lips.     O, were the sum of these that I should pay     Countless and infinite, yet would I pay them!   LUCIUS. Come hither, boy; come, come, come, and learn of us     To melt in showers. Thy grandsire lov'd thee well;     Many a time he danc'd thee on his knee,     Sung thee asleep, his loving breast thy pillow;     Many a story hath he told to thee,     And bid thee bear his pretty tales in mind     And talk of them when he was dead and gone.   MARCUS. How many thousand times hath these poor lips,     When they were living, warm'd themselves on thine!     O, now, sweet boy, give them their latest kiss!     Bid him farewell; commit him to the grave;     Do them that kindness, and take leave of them.   BOY. O grandsire, grandsire! ev'n with all my heart     Would I were dead, so you did live again!     O Lord, I cannot speak to him for weeping;     My tears will choke me, if I ope my mouth.              Re-enter attendants with AARON    A ROMAN. You sad Andronici, have done with woes;     Give sentence on the execrable wretch     That hath been breeder of these dire events.   LUCIUS. Set him breast-deep in earth, and famish him;     There let him stand and rave and cry for food.     If any one relieves or pities him,     For the offence he dies. This is our doom.     Some stay to see him fast'ned in the earth.   AARON. Ah, why should wrath be mute and fury dumb?     I am no baby, I, that with base prayers     I should repent the evils I have done;     Ten thousand worse than ever yet I did     Would I perform, if I might have my will.     If one good deed in all my life I did,     I do repent it from my very soul.   LUCIUS. Some loving friends convey the Emperor hence,     And give him burial in his father's grave.     My father and Lavinia shall forthwith     Be closed in our household's monument.     As for that ravenous tiger, Tamora,     No funeral rite, nor man in mourning weed,     No mournful bell shall ring her burial;     But throw her forth to beasts and birds to prey.     Her life was beastly and devoid of pity,     And being dead, let birds on her take pity.           Exeunt  THE END