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Enter EMPEROR SATURNINUS and EMPRESS TAMORA
and her two sons CHIRON and DEMETRIUS, with
Attendants. The EMPEROR brings the arrows in his
hand that TITUS shot at him.
Enter EMPEROR SATURNINUS and EMPRESS TAMORA
and her two sons CHIRON and DEMETRIUS, with
Attendants. The EMPEROR brings the arrows in his
hand that TITUS shot at him.
SATURNINUS  
Why, lords, what wrongs are these! Was ever seen
An emperor in Rome thus overborne,
Troubled, confronted thus, and for the extent
Of equal justice, used in such contempt?
5
My lords, you know, as know the mightful gods,
However these disturbers of our peace
Buzz in the people’s ears, there naught hath passed
But even with law against the willful sons
Of old Andronicus. And what an if
10
His sorrows have so overwhelmed his wits?
Shall we be thus afflicted in his wreaks,
His fits, his frenzy, and his bitterness?
And now he writes to heaven for his redress!
See, here’s “to Jove,” and this “to Mercury,”
15
This “to Apollo,” this to the god of war.
Sweet scrolls to fly about the streets of Rome!
What’s this but libeling against the Senate
And blazoning our unjustice everywhere?
A goodly humor is it not, my lords?
20
As who would say, in Rome no justice were.
But if I live, his feignèd ecstasies
Shall be no shelter to these outrages,
But he and his shall know that justice lives
In Saturninus’ health, whom, if he sleep,
25
He’ll so awake as he in fury shall
Cut off the proud’st conspirator that lives.
SATURNINUS  
Why, lords, what wrongs are these! Was ever seen
An emperor in Rome thus overborne,
Troubled, confronted thus, and for the extent
Of equal justice, used in such contempt?
My lords, you know, as know the mightful gods,
However these disturbers of our peace
Buzz in the people’s ears, there naught hath passed
But even with law against the willful sons
Of old Andronicus. And what an if
His sorrows have so overwhelmed his wits?
Shall we be thus afflicted in his wreaks,
His fits, his frenzy, and his bitterness?
And now he writes to heaven for his redress!
See, here’s “to Jove,” and this “to Mercury,”
This “to Apollo,” this to the god of war.
Sweet scrolls to fly about the streets of Rome!
What’s this but libeling against the Senate
And blazoning our unjustice everywhere?
A goodly humor is it not, my lords?
As who would say, in Rome no justice were.
But if I live, his feignèd ecstasies
Shall be no shelter to these outrages,
But he and his shall know that justice lives
In Saturninus’ health, whom, if he sleep,
He’ll so awake as he in fury shall
Cut off the proud’st conspirator that lives.
TAMORA  
My gracious lord, my lovely Saturnine,
Lord of my life, commander of my thoughts,
Calm thee, and bear the faults of Titus’ age,
30
Th’ effects of sorrow for his valiant sons,
Whose loss hath pierced him deep and scarred his
heart,
And rather comfort his distressèd plight
Than prosecute the meanest or the best
35
For these contempts. (Aside.) Why, thus it shall
become
High-witted Tamora to gloze with all.
But, Titus, I have touched thee to the quick.
Thy lifeblood out, if Aaron now be wise,
40
Then is all safe, the anchor in the port.
TAMORA  
My gracious lord, my lovely Saturnine,
Lord of my life, commander of my thoughts,
Calm thee, and bear the faults of Titus’ age,
Th’ effects of sorrow for his valiant sons,
Whose loss hath pierced him deep and scarred his
heart,
And rather comfort his distressèd plight
Than prosecute the meanest or the best
For these contempts. (Aside.) Why, thus it shall
become
High-witted Tamora to gloze with all.
But, Titus, I have touched thee to the quick.
Thy lifeblood out, if Aaron now be wise,
Then is all safe, the anchor in the port.
Enter COUNTRY FELLOW.
Enter COUNTRY FELLOW.
How now, good fellow, wouldst thou speak with us?
How now, good fellow, wouldst thou speak with us?
COUNTRY FELLOW 
Yea, forsooth, an your Mistresship be
emperial.
COUNTRY FELLOW 
Yea, forsooth, an your Mistresship be
emperial.
TAMORA  
Empress I am, but yonder sits the Emperor.
TAMORA  
Empress I am, but yonder sits the Emperor.
COUNTRY FELLOW
45
’Tis he!—God and Saint Stephen
give you good e’en. I have brought you a letter and
a couple of pigeons here.
COUNTRY FELLOW
’Tis he!—God and Saint Stephen
give you good e’en. I have brought you a letter and
a couple of pigeons here.
SATURNINUS reads the letter.
SATURNINUS reads the letter.
SATURNINUS  
Go, take him away, and hang him presently.
SATURNINUS  
Go, take him away, and hang him presently.
COUNTRY FELLOW  
How much money must I have?
COUNTRY FELLOW  
How much money must I have?
TAMORA  
50
Come, sirrah, you must be hanged.
TAMORA  
Come, sirrah, you must be hanged.
COUNTRY FELLOW  
Hanged! By ’r Lady, then I have
brought up a neck to a fair end.
COUNTRY FELLOW  
Hanged! By ’r Lady, then I have
brought up a neck to a fair end.
He exits with Attendants.
He exits with Attendants.
SATURNINUS  
Despiteful and intolerable wrongs!
Shall I endure this monstrous villainy?
55
I know from whence this same device proceeds.
May this be borne?—as if his traitorous sons,
That died by law for murder of our brother,
Have by my means been butchered wrongfully!
Go, drag the villain hither by the hair.
60
Nor age nor honor shall shape privilege.
For this proud mock, I’ll be thy slaughterman,
Sly, frantic wretch, that holp’st to make me great
In hope thyself should govern Rome and me.
SATURNINUS  
Despiteful and intolerable wrongs!
Shall I endure this monstrous villainy?
I know from whence this same device proceeds.
May this be borne?—as if his traitorous sons,
That died by law for murder of our brother,
Have by my means been butchered wrongfully!
Go, drag the villain hither by the hair.
Nor age nor honor shall shape privilege.
For this proud mock, I’ll be thy slaughterman,
Sly, frantic wretch, that holp’st to make me great
In hope thyself should govern Rome and me.
Enter nuntius, AEMILIUS.
Enter nuntius, AEMILIUS.
SATURNINUS  
What news with thee, Aemilius?
SATURNINUS  
What news with thee, Aemilius?
AEMILIUS  
65
Arm, my lords! Rome never had more cause.
The Goths have gathered head, and with a power
Of high-resolvèd men bent to the spoil,
They hither march amain under conduct
Of Lucius, son to old Andronicus,
70
Who threats, in course of this revenge, to do
As much as ever Coriolanus did.
AEMILIUS  
Arm, my lords! Rome never had more cause.
The Goths have gathered head, and with a power
Of high-resolvèd men bent to the spoil,
They hither march amain under conduct
Of Lucius, son to old Andronicus,
Who threats, in course of this revenge, to do
As much as ever Coriolanus did.
SATURNINUS  
Is warlike Lucius general of the Goths?
These tidings nip me, and I hang the head
As flowers with frost or grass beat down with storms.
75
Ay, now begins our sorrows to approach.
’Tis he the common people love so much.
Myself hath often heard them say,
When I have walkèd like a private man,
That Lucius’ banishment was wrongfully,
80
And they have wished that Lucius were their emperor.
SATURNINUS  
Is warlike Lucius general of the Goths?
These tidings nip me, and I hang the head
As flowers with frost or grass beat down with storms.
Ay, now begins our sorrows to approach.
’Tis he the common people love so much.
Myself hath often heard them say,
When I have walkèd like a private man,
That Lucius’ banishment was wrongfully,
And they have wished that Lucius were their emperor.
TAMORA  
Why should you fear? Is not your city strong?
TAMORA  
Why should you fear? Is not your city strong?
SATURNINUS  
Ay, but the citizens favor Lucius
And will revolt from me to succor him.
SATURNINUS  
Ay, but the citizens favor Lucius
And will revolt from me to succor him.
TAMORA  
King, be thy thoughts imperious like thy name.
85
Is the sun dimmed that gnats do fly in it?
The eagle suffers little birds to sing
And is not careful what they mean thereby,
Knowing that with the shadow of his wings
He can at pleasure stint their melody.
90
Even so mayst thou the giddy men of Rome.
Then cheer thy spirit, for know, thou emperor,
I will enchant the old Andronicus
With words more sweet and yet more dangerous
Than baits to fish or honey-stalks to sheep,
95
Whenas the one is wounded with the bait,
The other rotted with delicious feed.
TAMORA  
King, be thy thoughts imperious like thy name.
Is the sun dimmed that gnats do fly in it?
The eagle suffers little birds to sing
And is not careful what they mean thereby,
Knowing that with the shadow of his wings
He can at pleasure stint their melody.
Even so mayst thou the giddy men of Rome.
Then cheer thy spirit, for know, thou emperor,
I will enchant the old Andronicus
With words more sweet and yet more dangerous
Than baits to fish or honey-stalks to sheep,
Whenas the one is wounded with the bait,
The other rotted with delicious feed.
SATURNINUS  
But he will not entreat his son for us.
SATURNINUS  
But he will not entreat his son for us.
TAMORA
If Tamora entreat him, then he will,
For I can smooth and fill his agèd ears
100
With golden promises, that were his heart
Almost impregnable, his old ears deaf,
Yet should both ear and heart obey my tongue.
To AEMILIUS. Go thou before to be our ambassador.
Say that the Emperor requests a parley
105
Of warlike Lucius, and appoint the meeting
Even at his father’s house, the old Andronicus.
TAMORA
If Tamora entreat him, then he will,
For I can smooth and fill his agèd ears
With golden promises, that were his heart
Almost impregnable, his old ears deaf,
Yet should both ear and heart obey my tongue.
To AEMILIUS. Go thou before to be our ambassador.
Say that the Emperor requests a parley
Of warlike Lucius, and appoint the meeting
Even at his father’s house, the old Andronicus.
SATURNINUS
Aemilius, do this message honorably,
And if he stand in hostage for his safety,
Bid him demand what pledge will please him best.
SATURNINUS
Aemilius, do this message honorably,
And if he stand in hostage for his safety,
Bid him demand what pledge will please him best.
AEMILIUS
110
Your bidding shall I do effectually.
AEMILIUS
Your bidding shall I do effectually.
He exits.
He exits.
TAMORA
Now will I to that old Andronicus
And temper him with all the art I have
To pluck proud Lucius from the warlike Goths.
And now, sweet emperor, be blithe again,
115
And bury all thy fear in my devices.
TAMORA
Now will I to that old Andronicus
And temper him with all the art I have
To pluck proud Lucius from the warlike Goths.
And now, sweet emperor, be blithe again,
And bury all thy fear in my devices.
SATURNINUS
Then go successantly, and plead to him.
SATURNINUS
Then go successantly, and plead to him.
They exit.
They exit.

Original Text

Modern Text
Enter EMPEROR SATURNINUS and EMPRESS TAMORA
and her two sons CHIRON and DEMETRIUS, with
Attendants. The EMPEROR brings the arrows in his
hand that TITUS shot at him.
Enter EMPEROR SATURNINUS and EMPRESS TAMORA
and her two sons CHIRON and DEMETRIUS, with
Attendants. The EMPEROR brings the arrows in his
hand that TITUS shot at him.
SATURNINUS  
Why, lords, what wrongs are these! Was ever seen
An emperor in Rome thus overborne,
Troubled, confronted thus, and for the extent
Of equal justice, used in such contempt?
5
My lords, you know, as know the mightful gods,
However these disturbers of our peace
Buzz in the people’s ears, there naught hath passed
But even with law against the willful sons
Of old Andronicus. And what an if
10
His sorrows have so overwhelmed his wits?
Shall we be thus afflicted in his wreaks,
His fits, his frenzy, and his bitterness?
And now he writes to heaven for his redress!
See, here’s “to Jove,” and this “to Mercury,”
15
This “to Apollo,” this to the god of war.
Sweet scrolls to fly about the streets of Rome!
What’s this but libeling against the Senate
And blazoning our unjustice everywhere?
A goodly humor is it not, my lords?
20
As who would say, in Rome no justice were.
But if I live, his feignèd ecstasies
Shall be no shelter to these outrages,
But he and his shall know that justice lives
In Saturninus’ health, whom, if he sleep,
25
He’ll so awake as he in fury shall
Cut off the proud’st conspirator that lives.
SATURNINUS  
Why, lords, what wrongs are these! Was ever seen
An emperor in Rome thus overborne,
Troubled, confronted thus, and for the extent
Of equal justice, used in such contempt?
My lords, you know, as know the mightful gods,
However these disturbers of our peace
Buzz in the people’s ears, there naught hath passed
But even with law against the willful sons
Of old Andronicus. And what an if
His sorrows have so overwhelmed his wits?
Shall we be thus afflicted in his wreaks,
His fits, his frenzy, and his bitterness?
And now he writes to heaven for his redress!
See, here’s “to Jove,” and this “to Mercury,”
This “to Apollo,” this to the god of war.
Sweet scrolls to fly about the streets of Rome!
What’s this but libeling against the Senate
And blazoning our unjustice everywhere?
A goodly humor is it not, my lords?
As who would say, in Rome no justice were.
But if I live, his feignèd ecstasies
Shall be no shelter to these outrages,
But he and his shall know that justice lives
In Saturninus’ health, whom, if he sleep,
He’ll so awake as he in fury shall
Cut off the proud’st conspirator that lives.
TAMORA  
My gracious lord, my lovely Saturnine,
Lord of my life, commander of my thoughts,
Calm thee, and bear the faults of Titus’ age,
30
Th’ effects of sorrow for his valiant sons,
Whose loss hath pierced him deep and scarred his
heart,
And rather comfort his distressèd plight
Than prosecute the meanest or the best
35
For these contempts. (Aside.) Why, thus it shall
become
High-witted Tamora to gloze with all.
But, Titus, I have touched thee to the quick.
Thy lifeblood out, if Aaron now be wise,
40
Then is all safe, the anchor in the port.
TAMORA  
My gracious lord, my lovely Saturnine,
Lord of my life, commander of my thoughts,
Calm thee, and bear the faults of Titus’ age,
Th’ effects of sorrow for his valiant sons,
Whose loss hath pierced him deep and scarred his
heart,
And rather comfort his distressèd plight
Than prosecute the meanest or the best
For these contempts. (Aside.) Why, thus it shall
become
High-witted Tamora to gloze with all.
But, Titus, I have touched thee to the quick.
Thy lifeblood out, if Aaron now be wise,
Then is all safe, the anchor in the port.
Enter COUNTRY FELLOW.
Enter COUNTRY FELLOW.
How now, good fellow, wouldst thou speak with us?
How now, good fellow, wouldst thou speak with us?
COUNTRY FELLOW 
Yea, forsooth, an your Mistresship be
emperial.
COUNTRY FELLOW 
Yea, forsooth, an your Mistresship be
emperial.
TAMORA  
Empress I am, but yonder sits the Emperor.
TAMORA  
Empress I am, but yonder sits the Emperor.
COUNTRY FELLOW
45
’Tis he!—God and Saint Stephen
give you good e’en. I have brought you a letter and
a couple of pigeons here.
COUNTRY FELLOW
’Tis he!—God and Saint Stephen
give you good e’en. I have brought you a letter and
a couple of pigeons here.
SATURNINUS reads the letter.
SATURNINUS reads the letter.
SATURNINUS  
Go, take him away, and hang him presently.
SATURNINUS  
Go, take him away, and hang him presently.
COUNTRY FELLOW  
How much money must I have?
COUNTRY FELLOW  
How much money must I have?
TAMORA  
50
Come, sirrah, you must be hanged.
TAMORA  
Come, sirrah, you must be hanged.
COUNTRY FELLOW  
Hanged! By ’r Lady, then I have
brought up a neck to a fair end.
COUNTRY FELLOW  
Hanged! By ’r Lady, then I have
brought up a neck to a fair end.
He exits with Attendants.
He exits with Attendants.
SATURNINUS  
Despiteful and intolerable wrongs!
Shall I endure this monstrous villainy?
55
I know from whence this same device proceeds.
May this be borne?—as if his traitorous sons,
That died by law for murder of our brother,
Have by my means been butchered wrongfully!
Go, drag the villain hither by the hair.
60
Nor age nor honor shall shape privilege.
For this proud mock, I’ll be thy slaughterman,
Sly, frantic wretch, that holp’st to make me great
In hope thyself should govern Rome and me.
SATURNINUS  
Despiteful and intolerable wrongs!
Shall I endure this monstrous villainy?
I know from whence this same device proceeds.
May this be borne?—as if his traitorous sons,
That died by law for murder of our brother,
Have by my means been butchered wrongfully!
Go, drag the villain hither by the hair.
Nor age nor honor shall shape privilege.
For this proud mock, I’ll be thy slaughterman,
Sly, frantic wretch, that holp’st to make me great
In hope thyself should govern Rome and me.
Enter nuntius, AEMILIUS.
Enter nuntius, AEMILIUS.
SATURNINUS  
What news with thee, Aemilius?
SATURNINUS  
What news with thee, Aemilius?
AEMILIUS  
65
Arm, my lords! Rome never had more cause.
The Goths have gathered head, and with a power
Of high-resolvèd men bent to the spoil,
They hither march amain under conduct
Of Lucius, son to old Andronicus,
70
Who threats, in course of this revenge, to do
As much as ever Coriolanus did.
AEMILIUS  
Arm, my lords! Rome never had more cause.
The Goths have gathered head, and with a power
Of high-resolvèd men bent to the spoil,
They hither march amain under conduct
Of Lucius, son to old Andronicus,
Who threats, in course of this revenge, to do
As much as ever Coriolanus did.
SATURNINUS  
Is warlike Lucius general of the Goths?
These tidings nip me, and I hang the head
As flowers with frost or grass beat down with storms.
75
Ay, now begins our sorrows to approach.
’Tis he the common people love so much.
Myself hath often heard them say,
When I have walkèd like a private man,
That Lucius’ banishment was wrongfully,
80
And they have wished that Lucius were their emperor.
SATURNINUS  
Is warlike Lucius general of the Goths?
These tidings nip me, and I hang the head
As flowers with frost or grass beat down with storms.
Ay, now begins our sorrows to approach.
’Tis he the common people love so much.
Myself hath often heard them say,
When I have walkèd like a private man,
That Lucius’ banishment was wrongfully,
And they have wished that Lucius were their emperor.
TAMORA  
Why should you fear? Is not your city strong?
TAMORA  
Why should you fear? Is not your city strong?
SATURNINUS  
Ay, but the citizens favor Lucius
And will revolt from me to succor him.
SATURNINUS  
Ay, but the citizens favor Lucius
And will revolt from me to succor him.
TAMORA  
King, be thy thoughts imperious like thy name.
85
Is the sun dimmed that gnats do fly in it?
The eagle suffers little birds to sing
And is not careful what they mean thereby,
Knowing that with the shadow of his wings
He can at pleasure stint their melody.
90
Even so mayst thou the giddy men of Rome.
Then cheer thy spirit, for know, thou emperor,
I will enchant the old Andronicus
With words more sweet and yet more dangerous
Than baits to fish or honey-stalks to sheep,
95
Whenas the one is wounded with the bait,
The other rotted with delicious feed.
TAMORA  
King, be thy thoughts imperious like thy name.
Is the sun dimmed that gnats do fly in it?
The eagle suffers little birds to sing
And is not careful what they mean thereby,
Knowing that with the shadow of his wings
He can at pleasure stint their melody.
Even so mayst thou the giddy men of Rome.
Then cheer thy spirit, for know, thou emperor,
I will enchant the old Andronicus
With words more sweet and yet more dangerous
Than baits to fish or honey-stalks to sheep,
Whenas the one is wounded with the bait,
The other rotted with delicious feed.
SATURNINUS  
But he will not entreat his son for us.
SATURNINUS  
But he will not entreat his son for us.
TAMORA
If Tamora entreat him, then he will,
For I can smooth and fill his agèd ears
100
With golden promises, that were his heart
Almost impregnable, his old ears deaf,
Yet should both ear and heart obey my tongue.
To AEMILIUS. Go thou before to be our ambassador.
Say that the Emperor requests a parley
105
Of warlike Lucius, and appoint the meeting
Even at his father’s house, the old Andronicus.
TAMORA
If Tamora entreat him, then he will,
For I can smooth and fill his agèd ears
With golden promises, that were his heart
Almost impregnable, his old ears deaf,
Yet should both ear and heart obey my tongue.
To AEMILIUS. Go thou before to be our ambassador.
Say that the Emperor requests a parley
Of warlike Lucius, and appoint the meeting
Even at his father’s house, the old Andronicus.
SATURNINUS
Aemilius, do this message honorably,
And if he stand in hostage for his safety,
Bid him demand what pledge will please him best.
SATURNINUS
Aemilius, do this message honorably,
And if he stand in hostage for his safety,
Bid him demand what pledge will please him best.
AEMILIUS
110
Your bidding shall I do effectually.
AEMILIUS
Your bidding shall I do effectually.
He exits.
He exits.
TAMORA
Now will I to that old Andronicus
And temper him with all the art I have
To pluck proud Lucius from the warlike Goths.
And now, sweet emperor, be blithe again,
115
And bury all thy fear in my devices.
TAMORA
Now will I to that old Andronicus
And temper him with all the art I have
To pluck proud Lucius from the warlike Goths.
And now, sweet emperor, be blithe again,
And bury all thy fear in my devices.
SATURNINUS
Then go successantly, and plead to him.
SATURNINUS
Then go successantly, and plead to him.
They exit.
They exit.
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