Act 3, Scene 2

Rome. A Room in TITUS'S House. A banquet set out.

  1. [Enter TITUS, MARCUS, LAVINIA, and YOUNG LUCIUS, a boy.]
  2. Titus Andronicus
  3. 1339 So so, now sit: and look you eat no more
  4. 1340 Than will preserve just so much strength in us
  5. 1341 As will revenge these bitter woes of ours.
  6. 1342 Marcus, unknit that sorrow-wreathen knot:
  7. 1343 Thy niece and I, poor creatures, want our hands,
  8. 1344 And cannot passionate our tenfold grief
  9. 1345 With folded arms. This poor right hand of mine
  10. 1346 Is left to tyrannize upon my breast;
  11. 1347 And, when my heart, all mad with misery,
  12. 1348 Beats in this hollow prison of my flesh,
  13. 1349 Then thus I thump it down.—
  14. [To LAVINIA]
  15. Titus Andronicus
  16. 1350 Thou map of woe, that thus dost talk in signs!
  17. 1351 When thy poor heart beats with outrageous beating,
  18. 1352 Thou canst not strike it thus to make it still.
  19. 1353 Wound it with sighing, girl; kill it with groans;
  20. 1354 Or get some little knife between thy teeth,
  21. 1355 And just against thy heart make thou a hole,
  22. 1356 That all the tears that thy poor eyes let fall
  23. 1357 May run into that sink, and, soaking in,
  24. 1358 Drown the lamenting fool in sea-salt tears.
  25. Marcus Andronicus
  26. 1359 Fie, brother, fie! teach her not thus to lay
  27. 1360 Such violent hands upon her tender life.
  28. Titus Andronicus
  29. 1361 How now! has sorrow made thee dote already?
  30. 1362 Why, Marcus, no man should be mad but I.
  31. 1363 What violent hands can she lay on her life?
  32. 1364 Ah, wherefore dost thou urge the name of hands;—
  33. 1365 To bid Aeneas tell the tale twice o'er
  34. 1366 How Troy was burnt and he made miserable?
  35. 1367 O, handle not the theme, to talk of hands,
  36. 1368 Lest we remember still that we have none.—
  37. 1369 Fie, fie, how frantically I square my talk,—
  38. 1370 As if we should forget we had no hands,
  39. 1371 If Marcus did not name the word of hands!—
  40. 1372 Come, let's fall to; and, gentle girl, eat this.—
  41. 1373 Here is no drink! Hark, Marcus, what she says;—
  42. 1374 I can interpret all her martyr'd signs;—
  43. 1375 She says she drinks no other drink but tears,
  44. 1376 Brew'd with her sorrow, mesh'd upon her cheeks:—
  45. 1377 Speechless complainer, I will learn thy thought;
  46. 1378 In thy dumb action will I be as perfect
  47. 1379 As begging hermits in their holy prayers:
  48. 1380 Thou shalt not sigh, nor hold thy stumps to heaven,
  49. 1381 Nor wink, nor nod, nor kneel, nor make a sign,
  50. 1382 But I of these will wrest an alphabet,
  51. 1383 And by still practice learn to know thy meaning.
  52. Young Lucius
  53. 1384 Good grandsire, leave these bitter deep laments:
  54. 1385 Make my aunt merry with some pleasing tale.
  55. Marcus Andronicus
  56. 1386 Alas, the tender boy, in passion mov'd,
  57. 1387 Doth weep to see his grandsire's heaviness.
  58. Titus Andronicus
  59. 1388 Peace, tender sapling; thou art made of tears,
  60. 1389 And tears will quickly melt thy life away.—
  61. [MARCUS strikes the dish with a knife.]
  62. Titus Andronicus
  63. 1390 What dost thou strike at, Marcus, with thy knife?
  64. Marcus Andronicus
  65. 1391 At that that I have kill'd, my lord,—a fly.
  66. Titus Andronicus
  67. 1392 Out on thee, murderer! thou kill'st my heart;
  68. 1393 Mine eyes are cloy'd with view of tyranny:
  69. 1394 A deed of death done on the innocent
  70. 1395 Becomes not Titus' brother: get thee gone;
  71. 1396 I see thou art not for my company.
  72. Marcus Andronicus
  73. 1397 Alas, my lord, I have but kill'd a fly.
  74. Titus Andronicus
  75. 1398 But how if that fly had a father and mother?
  76. 1399 How would he hang his slender gilded wings
  77. 1400 And buzz lamenting doings in the air!
  78. 1401 Poor harmless fly,
  79. 1402 That with his pretty buzzing melody
  80. 1403 Came here to make us merry! and thou hast kill'd him.
  81. Marcus Andronicus
  82. 1404 Pardon me, sir; 'twas a black ill-favour'd fly,
  83. 1405 Like to the empress' Moor; therefore I kill'd him.
  84. Titus Andronicus
  85. 1406 O, O, O!
  86. 1407 Then pardon me for reprehending thee,
  87. 1408 For thou hast done a charitable deed.
  88. 1409 Give me thy knife, I will insult on him,
  89. 1410 Flattering myself as if it were the Moor
  90. 1411 Come hither purposely to poison me.—
  91. 1412 There's for thyself, and that's for Tamora.—
  92. 1413 Ah, sirrah!
  93. 1414 Yet, I think, we are not brought so low
  94. 1415 But that between us we can kill a fly
  95. 1416 That comes in likeness of a coal-black Moor.
  96. Marcus Andronicus
  97. 1417 Alas, poor man! grief has so wrought on him,
  98. 1418 He takes false shadows for true substances.
  99. Titus Andronicus
  100. 1419 Come, take away.—Lavinia, go with me;
  101. 1420 I'll to thy closet; and go read with thee
  102. 1421 Sad stories chanced in the times of old.—
  103. 1422 Come, boy, and go with me: thy sight is young,
  104. 1423 And thou shalt read when mine begin to dazzle.
  105. [Exeunt.]