TITUS ANDRONICUS
Do me some service, ere I come to thee. Lo, by thy side where Rape and Murder stands; Now give me
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 globe. 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 the 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 ANDRONICUS
Are these thy ministers? what are they call'd? TAMORA
Rapine and Murder; therefore called so, Cause they take vengeance of such kind of men. TITUS ANDRONICUS
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.
Exit above TAMORA
This closing with him fits his lunacy Whate'er I forge to feed his brain-sick fits, 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 practise
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 ANDRONICUS
Long have I been forlorn, and all for thee: Welcome, dread Fury, to my woful 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.
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