Thus, in this strange and sad habiliment,
I will encounter with Andronicus,
And say I am Revenge, sent from below
To join with him and right his heinous wrongs.
Knock at his study, where they say he keeps
To ruminate strange plots of dire revenge;
Tell him Revenge is come to join with him
And work confusion on his enemies.
In this strange and sorrowful disguise, I will approach Andronicus and tell him I am Revenge, sent from the underworld to help him right his terrible wrongs. I'll knock at his study where he stays plotting strange revenge; I'll tell him Revenge has come to join with him and bring destruction to his enemies.
I'll put on this weird, sad outfit and go meet Andronicus. I'll tell him I'm Revenge, sent from hell to help him get back at his enemies for their terrible crimes. I'll knock on his study door—the place where he sits dreaming up revenge plots—and tell him Revenge has shown up to work with him and destroy his enemies.
i'm coming to you in this weird outfit telling you i'm revenge from hell knocking on your study door we're gonna destroy your enemies together
Titus above opens his study door.
Titus appears above and opens his study door.
Titus comes out from his study upstairs.
titus opens door above.
Who doth molest my contemplation?
Is it your trick to make me ope the door,
That so my sad decrees may fly away
And all my study be to no effect?
You are deceived; for what I mean to do
See here in bloody lines I have set down;
And what is written shall be executed.
Who is disturbing my thinking? Is it your trick to make me open the door so that all my careful plans fall apart and my study comes to nothing? You're wrong - what I plan to do, look, I've written down in blood-stained lines. And whatever is written shall be carried out.
Who's interrupting me? Is this some trick to get me to open that door and ruin all my plans? Wrong. Look, I've written down everything I'm going to do, and I've written it in blood. Whatever I've written is going to happen.
whos interrupting tryna get me to open the door ruin my plans wrong i wrote it all down in blood whatever i wrote will happen
Titus, I am come to talk with thee.
Titus, I've come to speak with you.
Titus, I'm here to talk.
titus. let's talk.
No, not a word; how can I grace my talk,
Wanting a hand to give it action?
Thou hast the odds of me; therefore no more.
No—not a word. How can I speak gracefully without a hand to gesture with? You have the advantage over me, so no more conversation.
No. How can I talk without a hand to make my words proper? You're better off than me. Nothing more to say.
no. i have no hand. for grace. no more talk.
If thou didst know me, thou wouldst talk with me.
If you knew who I was, you would speak with me.
If you knew who I am, you'd talk to me.
you'd talk if you knew me.
I am not mad; I know thee well enough.
Witness this wretched stump, witness these crimson lines;
Witness these trenches made by grief and care;
Witness the tiring day and heavy night;
Witness all sorrow that I know thee well
For our proud empress, mighty Tamora.
Is not thy coming for my other hand?
I'm not crazy - I know you well. Look at this injured stump, look at these red marks from my woe. Look at what grief and worry have carved into me. Look at all the sorrowful nights and heavy days I've endured. All this sorrow proves I know you well as our proud empress, mighty Tamora. Isn't your coming to take my other hand?
I'm not insane - I know exactly who you are. See this stump, see these red scars from all my suffering. Look at what grief has done to my face. I've endured countless sleepless nights and miserable days, and all of it tells me I know you perfectly well, our proud and powerful empress Tamora. You're here to take my other hand, aren't you?
im not crazy i know u well this stump these red marks grief carved into me sleepless nights miserable days i know u perfectly powerful empress tamora this is about ur other hand isnt it
Know thou, sad man, I am not Tamora;
She is thy enemy, and I thy friend.
I am Revenge, sent from th’ infernal kingdom
To ease the gnawing vulture of thy mind
By working wreakful vengeance on thy foes.
Come down and welcome me to this world’s light;
Confer with me of murder and of death.
There’s not a hollow cave or lurking-place,
No vast obscurity or misty vale,
Where bloody murder or detested rape
Can couch for fear but I will find them out,
And in their ears tell them my dreadful name,
Revenge, which makes the foul offender quake.
Know that I am not Tamora - she is your enemy, and I am your friend. I am Revenge, sent from the underworld to ease the suffering of your tormented mind by working terrible vengeance on your enemies. Come down and welcome me to this world of light. Talk with me about murder and death. There is not a secret cave or hiding place, no vast darkness or misty valley where bloody murder or despised rape can hide in fear but I will find them out, and tell them in their ears my terrible name, Revenge, which makes the guilty offender shake in fear.
Listen - I'm not Tamora. She's your enemy, but I'm your friend. I'm Revenge, sent up from Hell to give your tortured mind some relief by getting horrible vengeance on your enemies for you. Come down and greet me here in the light. Let's talk about murder and death together. There's no cave or secret hiding spot, no dark valley, no place where bloody murder or rape can hide where I won't find them. I'll seek them out and tell them to their faces my name - Revenge - and it will terrify every guilty criminal on earth.
im not tamora shes ur enemy im ur friend im revenge sent from hell to ease ur tortured mind by getting vengeance on ur enemies come down and greet me lets talk murder and death no cave or hiding place i'll find them all tell them my name revenge it will terrify them
Art thou Revenge? And art thou sent to me
To be a torment to mine enemies?
Are you Revenge? And are you sent to me to torment my enemies?
Are you Revenge? Sent here to torture my enemies?
revenge? for me? to hurt them?
I am; therefore come down and welcome me.
I am. So come down and welcome me.
Yes. Come greet me.
yes. come.
Do me some service ere I come to thee.
Lo, by thy side where Rape and Murder stands;
Now give 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.
Do me a service before I come to you. Look, by your side Murder and Rape stand. Now show me that you are truly Revenge - stab them, or tear them on your chariot wheels, and then I'll come and be your wagon driver, spinning around with you across the earth. Get me two black horses, dark as night, to pull your vengeful chariot quickly, and find out murderers in their guilty hiding places. And when your chariot is loaded with their heads, I will climb down and like a servant walk the whole day long, from sunrise in the east until sunset in the sea. And day after day I'll do this difficult task, as long as you destroy Crime and Murder.
Before I come join you, do me this - you see Murder and Rape standing right there? Prove you're really Revenge by stabbing them or dragging them behind your chariot wheels, and then I'll be your driver. I'll go everywhere with you chasing down bad guys. Get me two black horses, black as the night, to pull your revenge cart fast, and we'll hunt down murderers wherever they're hiding. When your chariot is full of their heads, I'll jump off and walk all day like a servant, from sunrise to sunset. I'll do this every single day, no matter how hard it is, as long as you destroy those two.
before i join u see murder and rape there prove ur revenge stab them or drag them in ur chariot then ill be ur driver getme two black horses black as night well hunt murderers when ur chariot is full of heads ill walk all day like a servant from sunrise to sunset ill do it every day as long as u destroy those two
This scene operates on three levels of performance simultaneously.
First level: Tamora performs as Revenge, believing she is deceiving Titus. Second level: Titus performs as deceived, knowing he is not. Third level: the audience knows both performances are occurring, which means they watch the two characters playing each other in a scene where neither is really present — only their theatrical selves are.
The structural elegance is that both performers are right about something. Tamora is right that she can use Titus's 'madness' as a handle. Titus is right that he can exploit Tamora's confidence in that handle. The scene is a performance competition — and Titus wins because he is performing a madness he controls, while Tamora is performing a sincerity she has already abandoned.
Shakespeare gives the scene a crucial tell: Tamora's plan is improvised ('I'll find some cunning practice out of hand'). Titus's plan was ready before she knocked. The actor who has learned the lines wins.
These are my ministers, and come with me.
These are my servants; come along with me.
These two work for me—come along.
theyre my servants come w me
Are they thy ministers? What are they called?
Are they your ministers? What are they called?
What are their names?
what are they called?
Rapine and Murder; therefore called so
’Cause they take vengeance of such kind of men.
Rapine and Murder—that's why they're called so, because they take revenge on that kind of man.
Rape and Murder—because they revenge themselves on men like that.
rapine and murder. because they take revenge on men like that.
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.
Good Lord, how much they look like the empress' sons! And you like the empress! But we who live in the world have miserable, crazy, mistaken eyes. Oh sweet Revenge, now I come to you, and if one arm's embrace will satisfy you, I will embrace you in it shortly.
They look exactly like the empress' sons! And you look like her! But we who live in this world have terrible, confused, deluded eyes. Oh my beautiful Revenge, now I'm ready to come to you. If you can be happy with just one arm's embrace, I'll give it to you right now.
they look like the empress sons u look like her we have confused eyes oh revenge im ready to come to u if one arm embrace is enough ill give it to u
This closing with him fits his lunacy.
Whate’er I forge to feed his brain-sick humours,
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 practice 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.
This play fits his madness. Whatever I make up to feed his confused thoughts, you support and confirm in your words, because now he truly believes I am Revenge. And being believing in this crazy idea, I'll make him send for his son Lucius. And while I keep him busy at a banquet, I'll think of some clever trick to scatter and confuse the Gothic soldiers, or at least make them his enemies. Look, here he comes, and I must keep acting my part.
This is perfect for dealing with his madness. Whatever I come up with to keep his confused mind happy, you two back it up and confirm it, because he's completely believing that I'm Revenge now. And since he believes that delusion, I can get him to send for his son Lucius. While I distract him at a party, I'll come up with some clever plan to confuse the Goths and turn them against him - or at least against his cause. Here he comes again, so I need to keep playing Revenge.
this fits his madness perfectly i make stuff up for his confused mind u confirm it he believes im revenge now hell send for his son lucius while i distract him at a party ill come up with a clever plan to confuse the goths keep playing revenge
Long have I been forlorn, and all for thee.
Welcome, dread Fury, to my woeful 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?
I've been waiting for this a long time, and all for you. Welcome, terrifying Fury, to my sorrowful house. Murder and Rape, welcome too. How you look like the empress and her sons! Well are you dressed, if you just had a Moor with you. Could all of Hell supply such a devil? Because I know the empress never moves anywhere without a Moor in her company. And if you really wanted to look like our queen, you would have such a devil with you. But welcome as you are. What should we do?
I've been alone and miserable for so long, waiting for you. Welcome, terrible goddess of revenge, to my sad house. Welcome, Murder and Rape. You really do look like the empress and her sons! If you just had a Moor with you, you'd look perfect. Could Hell find a better devil to go with you? I know the empress is always with a Moor - that's how she travels around. If you really wanted to look like the queen, you'd need a Moor. But you're welcome anyway. So what do you want us to do?
ive been waiting so long for you welcome terrible goddess to my sad house welcome murder and rape u look like the empress and her sons if u had a moor with u ud look perfect the empress always has a moor if u want to look like the queen ud need a moor but welcome anyway what should we do
What wouldst thou have us do, Andronicus?
What would you have us do, Andronicus?
What do you want us to do?
what do you want?
Show me a murderer, I’ll deal with him.
Point out a murderer to me, and I will deal with him.
Show me any murderer, and I'll take care of him.
show me a murderer ill handle him
Show me a villain that hath done a rape,
And I am sent to be revenged on him.
Show me a villain who has committed rape, and I am sent to take revenge on him.
Show me a rapist and I'll get revenge.
show me a rapist.
Show me a thousand that hath done thee wrong,
And I will be revenged on them all.
Show me a thousand who have wronged you, and I will take revenge on them all.
Name a thousand who hurt you, and I'll destroy every one.
name them. i'll destroy them all.
Look round about the wicked streets of Rome,
And when thou find’st a man that’s like thyself,
Good Murder, stab him; he’s a murderer.
Go thou with him; and when it is thy hap
To find another that is like to thee,
Good Rapine, stab him; he is a ravisher.
Go thou with them; and in the emperor’s court
There is a queen, attended by a Moor;
Well shalt thou know her by thine own proportion,
For up and down she doth resemble thee.
I pray thee, do on them some violent death;
They have been violent to me and mine.
Look around the evil streets of Rome. And when you find a man who looks like yourself, Murder, stab him - he's a murderer. Go with him. And when by chance you find another who looks like you, Rape, stab him - he is a rapist. Go with them. And in the emperor's palace there is a queen, attended by a Moor. You will know her perfectly by your own features, because up and down she resembles you. I ask you, kill them with violent death. They have been violent to me and mine.
Search the streets of Rome. When you find a man who looks like you, Murder, stab him - he's a murderer. Go with them and do it. And when you find a woman who looks like you, Rape, stab her - she's a rapist. Go with them and do it. And in the emperor's palace there's a queen with a Moor with her. You'll recognize her right away because she looks a lot like you. Please kill both of them violently. They've destroyed me and everyone I love.
search the streets of rome find someone who looks like u murder stab them—theyre a murderer find someone who looks like u rape stab them—theyre a rapist theres a queen in the palace with a moor she looks like u kill both of them violently they destroyed me
The play's most disturbing staging question is what Lavinia is doing during the execution of Chiron and Demetrius.
She holds the basin to catch their blood. She cannot speak, cannot gesture in any conventional way, cannot express consent or refusal. She is present and she is participating — but on whose terms?
Titus addresses her directly: 'Come, come, Lavinia; look, thy foes are bound.' He shows her the bound rapists before he kills them. He tells her to hold the basin. She does.
The question the play forces is whether Lavinia's participation is an act of agency (she is finally part of her own revenge) or of instrumentalisation (her father is using her body as a prop in his revenge, without being able to ask her consent, any more than her rapists asked it).
Shakespeare gives us no way to answer this definitively. Directors and scholars have made both arguments. What is certain is that this scene is not comfortable — and is not meant to be. The basin is there to make the audience feel something that cannot be reduced to either satisfaction or horror.
Well hast thou lessoned us; this shall we do.
But would it please thee, good Andronicus,
To send for Lucius, thy thrice-valiant son,
Who leads towards Rome a band of warlike Goths,
And bid him come and banquet at thy house?
When he is here, even at thy solemn feast,
I will bring in the empress and her sons,
The emperor himself, and all thy foes,
And at thy mercy shall they stoop and kneel,
And on them shalt thou ease thy angry heart.
What says Andronicus to this device?
You've taught us well. We will do this. But would it please you, good Andronicus, to send for your son Lucius, who leads a band of warrior Goths toward Rome, and ask him to come and have a feast at your house? When he arrives, I will bring in the empress and her sons, the emperor himself, and all your enemies, and they will kneel and beg at your mercy, and you can satisfy your anger with them. What does Andronicus say to this plan?
Good lesson. We'll do what you said. But Titus, would you like us to send for your son Lucius? He's leading a Gothic army toward Rome right now. Ask him to come eat dinner at your house. When he gets there, I'll bring the empress and her sons, the emperor, and all the rest of your enemies. They'll be on their knees begging for mercy, and you can finally get revenge on all of them. What do you think of this plan?
good lesson well do it but would u like to send for lucius he's leading a gothic army to rome ask him to come eat dinner when he gets there ill bring the empress and her sons the emperor and all ur enemies they'll be on their knees begging for mercy u can finally get revenge what do u think
Marcus, my brother, ’tis sad Titus calls.
Marcus, my brother—sad Titus calls for you.
Marcus, brother—come here.
marcus.
Go, gentle Marcus, to thy nephew Lucius;
Thou shalt inquire him out among the Goths.
Bid him repair to me and bring with him
Some of the chiefest princes of the Goths;
Bid him encamp his soldiers where they are.
Tell him the emperor and the empress too
Feast at my house, and he shall feast with them.
This do thou for my love; and so let him,
As he regards his aged father’s life.
Go, kind Marcus, to your nephew Lucius; You shall seek him out among the Goths. Ask him to come to me and bring with him Some of the greatest princes of the Goths; Tell him to encamp his soldiers where they are. Tell him the emperor and the empress too Will feast at my house, and he shall feast with them. Do this for my sake; and let him do so, As he regards his aged father's life.
Go, dear Marcus, find your nephew Lucius; Look for him among the Goths. Tell him to come to me and bring with him Some of the top Gothic princes; Tell him to set up camp where he is. Tell him the emperor and empress too Are coming to feast at my house, and he'll feast with them. Do this for me; make sure he understands That his aged father's life depends on it.
go find lucius with the goths. tell him come to me with gothic princes. tell him emperor and empress feast at my house. he feasts too. do this for your father.
This will I do, and soon return again.
I shall accomplish this and return presently.
I'll do it and come back quickly.
ill do it and come back soon
Now will I hence about thy business,
And take my ministers along with me.
Now I'll go about your business and take my ministers with me.
I'm leaving now, taking my servants with me.
i'm going. with my ministers.
Nay, nay, let Rape and Murder stay with me,
Or else I’ll call my brother back again
And cleave to no revenge but Lucius.
No, no, let Rape and Murder stay with me. Otherwise I'll call my brother back again and depend only on my son Lucius for revenge.
No, no, leave Rape and Murder here with me. If you go, I'll bring my brother back and just count on my son Lucius to get revenge, not on you.
don't leave stay with me or i'm calling marcus back and only trusting lucius for revenge
[_Aside to them_.] What say you, boys? Will you abide with him,
Whiles I go tell my lord the emperor
How I have governed our determined jest?
Yield to his humour, smooth and speak him fair,
And tarry with him till I come again.
What do you think, boys? Will you stay with him while I go tell my lord the emperor how I've managed this plan? Give in to his temperament, speak smoothly and kindly to him, and wait with him until I return.
So what do you guys think? You gonna hang here with him while I go tell the emperor how this whole thing is going? Just go along with whatever he wants, be nice to him, and stick around till I get back.
stay with him for me be nice and chill i'll be back soon
[_Aside_.] I knew them all, though they suppose me mad,
And will o’erreach them in their own devices,
A pair of cursed hell-hounds and their dam.
I know all of them, even though they think I'm insane, and I'll turn their own schemes against them - a pair of cursed monsters and their mother.
I know exactly who these people are, even though they think I've lost it, and I'm gonna use their own plan against them - a pair of evil monsters and their mom.
i know who they are they think i'm crazy gonna beat them with their own plan
Madam, depart at pleasure; leave us here.
Madam, leave whenever you're ready. Leave us here.
Go whenever you want. We'll stay.
go. we'll stay.
Farewell, Andronicus. Revenge now goes
To lay a complot to betray thy foes.
Farewell, Andronicus. Revenge now goes to plan the destruction of your enemies.
Goodbye, Titus. Revenge is going to destroy your enemies.
goodbye. revenge will destroy them.
I know thou dost; and, sweet Revenge, farewell.
I know you will. And sweet Revenge, farewell.
I know. Goodbye, Revenge.
goodbye.
The 'Thyestes feast' — cooking family members and feeding them to unsuspecting relatives — is one of the oldest plots in Western literature. It appears in the myth of Atreus and Thyestes (precursor to the House of Atreus tragedies), in Seneca's Thyestes, and in the Philomela/Procne myth that runs through this play.
The myth works because it inverts the most fundamental social act: the shared meal. To eat together is to affirm kinship and trust. To feed someone their own children is to pervert that act completely, making the meal a weapon, the host an executioner, and the table a scaffold.
Titus explicitly invokes both myths: he announces he will be 'worse than Procne' — meaning he will bake Chiron and Demetrius in a pie and serve them to Tamora. This is not a metaphor. The banquet in 5-3 is the completion of this promise.
Elizabethan audiences would have known the Thyestes myth well, partly through Seneca's plays and partly through the humanist curriculum. The shock was not the novelty of the plot but its precise application: Shakespeare takes a classical myth and stages it in careful, literal detail.
Tell us, old man, how shall we be employed?
Tell us, old man, how are we to be employed?
Old man, what do you want us to do?
old man what do u want us 2 do
Tut, I have work enough for you to do.
Publius, come hither, Caius, and Valentine.
I have plenty of work for you. Publius, come here. Caius and Valentine—come.
I've got plenty for you to do. Publius, Caius, Valentine—come here.
come here. all of you.
What is your will?
What is your command?
What do you want?
what do u want
Know you these two?
Do you know these two people?
Do you recognize these two?
do u know these two
The empress’ sons, I take them, Chiron, Demetrius.
These, I believe, are the empress' sons—Chiron and Demetrius.
I think these are the empress's sons—Chiron and Demetrius.
yep the empress's sons chiron n demetrius
Fie, Publius, fie, thou art too much deceived.
The one is Murder, and Rape is the other’s name;
And therefore bind them, gentle Publius.
Caius and Valentine, lay hands on them.
Oft have you heard me wish for such an hour,
And now I find it. Therefore bind them sure,
And stop their mouths if they begin to cry.
No, Publius—you're deceived. One is Murder, and the other is Rape. These are the men who cut your cousin's tongue and raped her. These are Chiron and Demetrius—and they're going to pay.
Wrong, Publius. They're not the empress's sons. They're Murder and Rape. These are the ones who cut Lavinia's tongue and raped her. Chiron and Demetrius. And now they'll answer for it.
no. they're murder and rape. they cut lavinia's tongue. they raped her. chiron and demetrius. they'll pay.
Villains, forbear! We are the empress’ sons.
Villains, stop! We are the empress' sons.
Stop, you villains! We're the empress's sons.
stop villains were the empress's sons
And therefore do we what we are commanded.
Stop close their mouths, let them not speak a word.
Is he sure bound? Look that you bind them fast.
And that's why we do what we're commanded. Bind their mouths—don't let them speak another word.
And that's why we follow orders. Gag them. Not another word.
bind their mouths. silence them.
Come, come, Lavinia; look, thy foes are bound.
Sirs, stop their mouths, let them not speak to me,
But let them hear what fearful words I utter.
O villains, Chiron and Demetrius!
Here stands the spring whom you have stained with mud,
This goodly summer with your winter mixed.
You killed her husband, and for that vile fault
Two of her brothers were condemned to death,
My hand cut off and made a merry jest,
Both her sweet hands, her tongue, and that more dear
Than hands or tongue, her spotless chastity,
Inhuman traitors, you constrained and forced.
What would you say if I should let you speak?
Villains, for shame you could not beg for grace.
Hark, wretches, how I mean to martyr you.
This one hand yet is left to cut your throats,
Whiles that Lavinia ’tween her stumps doth hold
The basin that receives your guilty blood.
You know your mother means to feast with me,
And calls herself Revenge, and thinks me mad.
Hark, villains! I will grind your bones to dust,
And with your blood and it I’ll make a paste,
And of the paste a coffin I will rear,
And make two pasties of your shameful heads,
And bid that strumpet, your unhallowed dam,
Like to the earth swallow her own increase.
This is the feast that I have bid her to,
And this the banquet she shall surfeit on;
For worse than Philomel you used my daughter,
And worse than Procne I will be revenged.
And now prepare your throats.—Lavinia, come
Receive the blood.
Come, come, Lavinia. Look, your enemies are bound. Sirs, quiet their mouths - let them not speak to me, but let them hear what terrifying things I say. You villains, Chiron and Demetrius! Here stands the young woman you have destroyed and ruined, this beautiful summer you've mixed with winter. You killed her husband, and for that crime two of her brothers were condemned to death. My hand was cut off and made a cruel joke. Both her beautiful hands, her voice, and something more precious than hands or voice - her innocent purity you forced and violated. What would you say if I let you speak? You villains, for shame you could not even beg for mercy. Listen, you wretches - here is how I will torture you. This one hand I still have can cut your throats, while Lavinia between her stumps holds the basin to catch your guilty blood. You know your mother plans to eat with me and calls herself Revenge, and thinks I'm crazy. Listen, you villains! I will crush your bones to dust, and with your blood and the dust I'll make a paste. And from the paste I'll build a coffin, and make two pies from your shameful heads, and ask that disgrace, your unhallowed mother, like earth swallowing her own offspring. This is the feast I promised her, and this is the banquet she will gorge herself on. Because you used my daughter worse than Philomela was used, and worse than Procne I will take my revenge. Now prepare your throats - Lavinia, come receive their blood.
Lavinia, come look at this - your attackers are tied up. Everyone, shut them up - I don't want them speaking to me, but I want them hearing what I'm going to say. You're monsters, both of you - Chiron and Demetrius! This is the girl you destroyed, this beautiful young woman you ruined. You killed her husband, which got her brothers executed. You had my hand cut off as a joke. You took away her beautiful hands, her voice, and her innocence - and nothing is more precious than that. What could you even say if I let you talk? You should be begging for mercy. Here's what's going to happen to you. I have one hand left, and it's going to cut both your throats while Lavinia catches your blood in a bowl. Your mother is coming here thinking I'm crazy and that she's Revenge. Well listen - I'm going to grind your bones to powder and mix it with your blood to make paste. Then I'm going to make a coffin out of that paste and bake your heads into two pies. And I'm going to serve them to your mother, and she's going to eat her own children. This is the dinner party I promised her - this is what she's going to feast on. You treated my daughter worse than they did to that girl in the old stories, and I'm going to be even more cruel than she was. Get ready to die. Lavinia, come collect their blood.
lavinia look—ur enemies r bound shut their mouths they cant speak but they'll hear what i say u monsters chiron and demetrius u destroyed this girl u ruined her u killed her husband u got her brothers executed u had my hand cut off u took her beautiful hands her voice her innocence nothing is more precious u could be begging for mercy but heres what happens i have one hand left its gonna cut ur throats lavinia catches ur blood this is the feast i promised ur mother not mercy—punishment two pies from ur heads shell eat her own children u treated my daughter worse than anything in the old stories im going to be even more cruel get ready to die lavinia come collect their blood
And when that they are dead,
Let me go grind their bones to powder small,
And with this hateful liquor temper it,
And in that paste let their vile heads be baked.
Come, come, be everyone officious
To make this banquet, which I wish may prove
More stern and bloody than the Centaurs’ feast.
So, now bring them in, for I’ll play the cook,
And see them ready against their mother comes.
And when they are dead, Let me go grind their bones to powder, And with this hateful liquid mix it, And in that paste let their vile heads be baked. Come, come, everyone must help eagerly To make this banquet, which I wish may be More terrible and bloody than the Centaurs' feast. Now bring them in, for I will play the cook, And prepare them for their mother's arrival.
When they're dead, I'll grind their bones to powder, Mix it with this hateful liquid, And bake their vile heads in the paste. Everyone, help me prepare this banquet, I want it to be more terrible and bloody Than the feast of the Centaurs. Bring them in now, I'll be the cook, And I'll have them ready when their mother arrives.
when dead, grind bones to powder. mix with liquid. bake heads in paste. make banquet more bloody than centaurs' feast. i'm the cook. ready when mother comes.
The Reckoning
The double-disguise scene. Tamora thinks she is deceiving Titus into calling off Lucius. Titus is deceiving Tamora into delivering her sons to his kitchen. Both play the madman and the manipulator simultaneously — but only one of them knows the full game. The scene's terrible comedy culminates in one of Shakespeare's most visceral stage images: Lavinia — tongueless, handless — holding the basin to catch her rapists' blood.
If this happened today…
Someone plays dead to lure the person who wronged them into a trap. The wrongdoer believes they are in control of the encounter; they are walking into an ambush they designed. The twist is that the 'victim' has had to become something monstrous to engineer the trap. Titus gets what he wants. What he becomes to get it is the harder question.