Titus Andronicus Translation Act 2, Scene 4
Enter DEMETRIUS and CHIRON with LAVINIA, ravished; her hands cut off, and her tongue cut out
So, now go tell, an if thy tongue can speak,Who 'twas that cut thy tongue and ravish'd thee.
So, now go try to tell what happened—if your tongue can speak, say who cut out your tongue and raped you.
Write down thy mind, bewray thy meaning so,An if thy stumps will let thee play the scribe.
Write it down and explain yourself that way—if you can write with those stumps.
See, how with signs and tokens she can scrowl.
See, she can say what she means by gesturing at us.
Go home, call for sweet water, wash thy hands.
Go home, ask for sweet water to wash your hands.
She hath no tongue to call, nor hands to wash;And so let's leave her to her silent walks.
She has no tongue to speak and no hands to wash, so let's leave her to walk alone in silence.
An 'twere my case, I should go hang myself.
If it were me, I'd hang myself.
If thou hadst hands to help thee knit the cord.
If you had hands to help you tie the knot.
Exeunt DEMETRIUS and CHIRON
Who is this? my niece, that flies away so fast! Cousin, a word; where is your husband? If I do dream, would all my wealth would wake me! If I do wake, some planet strike me down, That I may slumber in eternal sleep! Speak, gentle niece, what stern ungentle hands Have lopp'd and hew'd and made thy body bare Of her two branches, those sweet ornaments, Whose circling shadows kings have sought to sleep in, And might not gain so great a happiness As have thy love? Why dost not speak to me? Alas, a crimson river of warm blood, Like to a bubbling fountain stirr'd with wind, Doth rise and fall between thy rosed lips, Coming and going with thy honey breath. But, sure, some Tereus hath deflowered thee, And, lest thou shouldst detect him, cut thy tongue. Ah, now thou turn'st away thy face for shame! And, notwithstanding all this loss of blood, As from a conduit with three issuing spouts, Yet do thy cheeks look red as Titan's face Blushing to be encountered with a cloud. Shall I speak for thee? shall I say 'tis so? O, that I knew thy heart; and knew the beast, That I might rail at him, to ease my mind! Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopp'd, Doth burn the heart to cinders where it is. Fair Philomela, she but lost her tongue, And in a tedious sampler sew'd her mind: But, lovely niece, that mean is cut from thee; A craftier Tereus, cousin, hast thou met, And he hath cut those pretty fingers off, That could have better sew'd than Philomel. O, had the monster seen those lily hands Tremble, like aspen-leaves, upon a lute, And make the silken strings delight to kiss them, He would not then have touch'd them for his life! Or, had he heard the heavenly harmony Which that sweet tongue hath made, He would have dropp'd his knife, and fell asleep As Cerberus at the Thracian poet's feet. Come, let us go, and make thy father blind; For such a sight will blind a father's eye: One hour's storm will drown the fragrant meads; What will whole months of tears thy father's eyes? Do not draw back, for we will mourn with thee O, could our mourning ease thy misery!
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