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