But in oblivion and hateful griefs.
If Lucius live, he will requite your wrongs, 296
And make proud Saturnine and his empress
Beg at the gates like Tarquin and his queen.
Now will I to the Goths, and raise a power,
To be reveng'd on Rome and Saturnine. 300
Scene Two
[The Same. A Room in Titus's House] A Banquet [set out]
Enter Andronicus, Marcus, Lavinia, and the Boy [young Lucius].
Tit. So, so; now sit; and look you eat no more
Than will preserve just so much strength in us
As will revenge these bitter woes of ours.
Marcus, unknit that sorrow-wreathen knot: 4
Thy niece and I, poor creatures, want our hands,
And cannot passionate our ten-fold grief
With folded arms. This poor right hand of mine
Is left to tyrannize upon my breast; 8
Who, when my heart, all mad with misery,
Beats in this hollow prison of my flesh,
Then thus I thump it down.
[To Lavinia.] Thou map of woe, that thus dost talk in signs! 12
When thy poor heart beats with outrageous beating
Thou canst not strike it thus to make it still.
Wound it with sighing, girl, kill it with groans;
Or get some little knife between thy teeth, 16
299 power: army
Scene Two; cf. n.
4 sorrow-wreathen knot; cf. n.
12 map: picture
15 Wound it with sighing; cf. n.
