SCENE II.
Rome.
5.2.3
The mansion held a level which was the cellar where they housed their food cache for the winter but there was a
section which was sealed to the servants unless they are authorized to go there. It was named the dungeons. The
chamber had the assorted restraint tools like chains and manacles. The latest guests were the two sons of the Queen.
They were stripped and hung legs up onto the ceiling with their hands just barely reaching the floor.
The door to the dungeon was opened and in came Titus with his daughter. The old man was pushing a cart with two
pails on it. The old man saw the two servants who did the morning bath.
“Is he sure bound? Look that you bind them fast.” Titus told the two servants. The servants nodded and even pulled
at the chains that were on the ceiling. The two young men were complaining on their accommodation.
“Come, come, Lavinia; look, thy foes are bound.” Titus pushed the cart to the side. “Sirs, stop their mouths, let them
not speak to me. I can hardly hear myself.”
The two men were silenced with a thundering hit with the truncheon at the midriff and kicks into their faces.
“But let them hear what fearful words I utter.” Titus leaned down to pat the face of Chiron. “O villains, Chiron and
Demetrius! Here stands the spring whom you have stain'd with mud.”
Titus pulled his daughter forth to face her tormentors.
“This goodly summer with your winter mix'd. You kill'd her husband, and for that vile fault, two of her brothers
were condemn'd 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.” Titus could not help himself and slapped the other.
“Inhuman traitors, you constrain'd and forced.” Titus held back his emotions. “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.” Titus glared at them.
“This one hand yet is left to cut your throats, whilst that Lavinia 'tween her stumps doth hold the pail that receives
your guilty blood.” Titus took pails from the cart which he placed beneath the two extended hands. He then pulled
out a hunting knife. “You know your mother means to feast with me. Revenge; she called herself and thinks me
mad.”
“Mad! I am not madder than your old grandmother.” Titus spoke to Chiron. “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 unhallow'd dam.”
“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 Progne I will be revenged.” Titus looked to his daughter. He handed her the blade.
“Let me prepare for thee.”
Titus tied the blade to the right stump of Lavinia. Once he secured the blade to her, he looked back to the strung
men. “And now prepare your throats. Lavinia, come.”
Lavinia approached the two men. She looked at the men who had ravished her. She looked into Demetrius face. He
showed no remorse and smiled with his bloodied face.
“Hello, little bird. You are coming back for the second session.” Demetrius whispered out and was rewarded with a
stab into his right elbow. Lavinia then moved towards Chiron. The later stared at her with no word from his mouth,
but he was trembling with fright. She looked into his face; he was the violent one. He cared no for her misery while
he pounded at her. She took the blade between her stumps and severed his throat with a small incision cut. The
younger man there screamed and struggled in his chains. It was enough to kill him, but the bloods were flowing. She
then moved her blade upwards to make another incision at the chest.
“Kill me now!” Chiron shouted out, but Lavinia was not going for it. She stabbed the blade into the man groin and
removed his testicles.
“You bitch!” Demetrius shouted out but Titus grabbed the stump of Lavinia with the blade and stabbed the other in
the throat. Demetrius struggled hard in his chains while his body struggled for air. Titus placed the other pail and
placed it there to collect the flowing blood. Titus then went into his madness mode again, and started dancing
around the two writhing figures.
“Receive the blood: and when that they are dead,” Titus told his servants. “Let me go to grind their bones to powder
small and with this hateful liquor temper it. And in that paste let their vile heads baked. “
“Come, come, be every one officious”, Titus continued on . “I have a banquet to make, 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
'gainst their mother comes.”
Titus then took his leave with Lavinia, while the two servants waited out the death of the two. One of the servant
looked to the dying men.
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