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AARON. Now climbeth Tamora Olympus' top, Safe out of Fortune's shot; and sits aloft, Secure of thunder's crack or lightning flash ;

(*) First folio, about.

a

And overlooks the highest peering hills ;

AARON. [Advancing.] Why, how now, lords ! So Tamora.

So near the emperor's palace dare you draw, Upon her wita doth earthly honour wait,

And maintain such a quarrel openly? And virtue stoops and trembles at her frown. Full well I wot the ground of all this grudge: Then, Aaron, arm thy heart, and fit thy thoughts, I would not for a million of gold To mount aloft with thy imperial mistress,

The cause were known to them it most concerns ; And mount her pitch, whom thou in triumph Nor would your noble mother for much more long

Be so dishonour'd in the court of Rome. Hast prisoner held, fetter'd in amorous chains,

For shame, put up. And faster bound to Aaron's charming eyes

DEMET.

Not I, till I have sheath'd Than is Prometheus tied to Caucasus.

My rapier in his bosom, and, withal, Away with slavish weeds and servile* thoughts ! Thrust these reproachful speeches down his throat, I will be bright, and shine in pearl and gold, That he hath breath’d in my dishonour here. To wait upon this new-made empress.

Chr. For that I am prepar'd, and full resolv'd,

, To wait, said I ? to wanton with this queen, Foul-spoken coward, that thunder’st with thy This goddess, this Semiramis, this nymph,

tongue,
This siren, that will charm Rome's Saturnine, And with thy weapon nothing dar'st perform.
And see his shipwreck, and his commonweal's. AARON. Away, I say !-
Holla! what storm is this?

Now, by the gods that warlike Goths adore,
This petty* brabble will undo us all !
Why, lords,—and think you not how dangerous

It is to jet + upon a prince's right?
Enter DEMETRIUS and CHIRON, braving."

What, is Lavinia, then, become so loose,
Or Bassianus so degenerate,

That for her love such quarrels may be broach'd DEMET. Chiron, thy years want wit, thy wit Without controlment, justice, or revenge? wants edge,

Young lords, beware! an should the empress And manners, to intrude where I am gracd;

know And may, for aught thou know'st, affected be. This discord's ground, the music would not please.

CH. Demetrius, thou dost over-ween in all ; Ch. I care not, I, knew she and all the world: And so in this, to bear me down with braves. I love Lavinia more than all the world. 'Tis not the difference of a year or two

DEMET. Youngling, learn thou to make some Makes me less gracious, or thee more fortunate:

meaner choice: I am as able and as fit as thou,

Lavinia is thine elder brother's hope.
and to deserve

my
mistress'
grace ;

AARON. Why, are ye mad? or know ye not, And that

my
sword
upon
thee shall approve,

in Rome,
And plead my passions for Lavinia's love. How furious and impatient they be,
Aaron. [Aside.] Clubs, clubs ! ¢ these lovers And cannot brook competitors in love?
will not keep the peace.

I tell you, lords, you do but plot your deaths DEMET. Why, boy, although our mother, un- By this device. advis'd,

Chi. Aaron, a thousand deaths would I proGave you a dancing rapier by your side,

pose, *Are you so desperate grown, to threat your friends ? To achieve her whom I & love. Go to; have your lath glu'd within your sheath, AARON

To achieve her /-how? Till you know better how to handle it.

DEMET. Why mak’st thou it so strange ? CHI. Meanwhile, sir, with the little skill I

She is a woman,

therefore

may

be woo'd ; have,

She is a woman, therefore may be won; Full well shalt thou perceive how much I dare. She is Lavinia, therefore must be lov'd. DEMET. Ay, boy, grow ye so brave?

What, man ! more water glideth by the mill [They draw.

Than wots the miller of;' and easy it is (*) First folio, idle. (t) First folio, queen.

(*) First folio, pretty.

(+) First folio, set.

(1) First folio inserts, Upon her wit-} For “wit," Warburton reads, will, and is followed by Mr. Collier's annotator.

These lines, slightly varied, occur in the First Part of “Henry VI." b - charming eyes-) He is adverting, not to the beauty of his Act V. Sc. 3,eyes, but to the quality of fascination which the eye was once sup

"She's beautiful, and therefore to be woo'd; posed to possess. See note (b), p. 714, Vol. II.

She is a woman, therefore to be won;" - braving.) Blustering, Hectoring. d Clubs, clubs!) See note (b), p. 165, Vol. II.

from which coincidence Ritson conjectured that the author of the She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd ;

present play was also author of the original " Henry VI.” She is a woman; therefore may be won ;]

- more water glideth by the mill, &c.) A north-country pro

verb,—"Much water runs by the mill that the miller wots not of."

To serve,

do.

f

grey,

Of a cut loaf to steal a shive,* we know :

The palace full of tongues, of eyes, of ears : Though Bassianus be the emperor's brother, The woods are ruthless, dreadful, deaf, and dull: Better than he have worn Vulcan's badge. There speak, and strike, brave boys, and take AARON. [Aside.] Ay, and as good as Satur

your turns ; ninus may

There serve your lusts, shadow'd from heaven's eye, DEMET. Then why should he despair that And revel in Lavinia's treasury. knows to court it

Chi. Thy counsel, lad, smells of no cowardice. With words, fair looks, and liberality?

DEMET. Sit fas aut nefas, till I find the stream What, hast not thou full often struck a doe, To cool this heat, a charm to calm these t fits, And borne her cleanly by the keeper's nose ? Per Styga, per manes vehor.

[Esceunt Aaron. Why, then, it seems, some certain

snatch or so
Would serve your turns.
CHI.
Ay, so the turn were serv'd.

SCENE II.-A Forest near Rome.
DEMET. Aaron, thou hast hit it.
AARON.

Would you had hit it too! Enter TITUS ANDRONICUS, MARCUS, LUCIUS, Then should not we be tir'd with this ado.

QUINTUS and MARTIUS, with Hunters, &c. Why, hark ye, hark ye,—and are you such fools To square for this ? would it offend you, then, Tit. The hunt is up, the morn is bright and That both should speed ? • CHI. Faith, not me.

The fields are fragrant, and the woods are green: DEMET.

Nor me, so I were one. Uncouple here, and let us make a bay, AARON. For shame, be friends, and join for And wake the emperor and his lovely bride, that you jar.

And rouse the prince, and ring a hunter's peal, 'Tis policy and stratagem must do

That all the court may echo with the noise. That you affect; and so must you resolve

Sons, let it be your charge, as it is ours, That what you cannot as you would achieve To attend the emperor's person carefully: You must perforce accomplish as you may.

I have been troubled in my sleep this night, Take this of me,--Lucrece was not more chaste But dawning day new comfort hath inspir’d. Than this Lavinia, Bassianus' love. A speedier course than * lingering languishment Must we pursue, and I have found the path. Horns wind a peal; then enter SATURNINUS, My lords, a solemn hunting is in hand;

TAMORA, BASSIANUS, LAVINIA, DEMETRIUS, There will the lovely Roman ladies troop:

CHIRON, and Attendants.
The forest walks are wide and spacious;
And many unfrequented plots there are,

Tit. Many good morrows to your majesty ;Fitted by kind o for rape and villany :

Madam, to you as many and as good : Single you thither, then, this dainty doe,

I promised your grace a hunter's peal. And strike her home by force, if not by words : Sat. And you have rung it lustily, my lords ; This way, or not at all, stand you in hope. Somewhat too early for new-married ladies. Come, come, our empress, with her sacred wit, Bass. Lavinia, how say you ? To villany and vengeance consecrate,

Lav.

I say no; Will we acquaint with all that we intend;

I have been broad awake two hours and more. And she shall file our engines with advice,

Sar. Come on, then ; horse and chariots let us That will not suffer you to square yourselves,

have, But to your wishes' height advance you both. And to our sport. Madam, now shall ye see The emperor's court is like the house of Fame, Our Roman hunting.

[TO TAMORA. Enter Aaron, with a bag of gold.

A

(*) Old text, this. Corrected by Rowe.

and easy it is Of a cut loaf to steal a shive,-) Another northern proverb,—“ It is safe taking a shive (slice) of a cut Joaf."

b Would you had hit it too!) An allusion to the ancient ballad quoted in " Love's Labour's Lost," Act IV. Sc. 1,-"Canst thou not hit it?" See note (c), p. 70, Vol. I.

c That both should speed ?) These words, though indispensable to the sense, are omitted in the folio.

- kind-) Nature.

sacred wil,-) Accursed wit, say the commentators : rather, perhaps, devoted, dedicated wit. See note (c), p. 425.

1 - and grey,-) Hanmer prints, "and gay," &c.; and Mr.

(*) First folio, strcames. (t) First folio, their.

(1) First folio omits, broad. Collier's annotator, not content with borrowing this suggestion, turns the whole speech into rhyme, thus,

“The hunt is up, the morn is bright and gay,

The fields are fragrant, and the woods are wide ;
Uncouple here and let us make a bay,
And wake the emperor and his lovely bride,
And rouse the prince, and ring a hunter's round,
That all the court may echo with the sound.
Sons, let it be your charge, and so will I,
To aitend the emperor's person carefully :
I have been troubled in my sleep this night,
But dawning day brought comfort and delight."

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TAM. My lovely Aaron, wherefore look'st thou

sad, Aaron. He that had wit would think that I When everything doth make a gleeful boast ?

The birds chant melody on every bush ;

a

had none,

The snake lies rolleda in the cheerful sun;

Or is it Dian, habited like her, The green leaves quiver with the cooling wind,

Who hath abandoned her holy groves, And make a chequer'd shadow on the ground: To see the general hunting in this forest? Under their sweet shade, Aaron, let us sit,

Tam. Saucy controller of our private steps ! And, whilst the babbling echo mocks the hounds, Had I the power that some say Dian had, Replying shrilly to the well-tun'd horns,

Thy temples should be planted presently As if a double hunt were heard at once,

With horns, as was Actæon's; and the hounds Let us sit down and mark their yelping noise ; Should drive upon thy new-transformed limbs, And, after conflict such as was suppos’d

Unmannerly intruder as thou art ! The wand'ring prince and Dido once enjoy'd, Lav. Under your patience, gentle empress, When with a happy storm they were surpris’d, 'T is thought you have a goodly gift in horning; And curtain'd with a counsel-keeping cave,

And to be doubted that your Moor and you We may, each wreathed in the other's arms, Are singled forth to try experiments : Our pastimes done, possess a golden slumber ; Jove shield your husband from his hounds to-day ! While hounds and horns and sweet melodious birds 'T is pity they should take him for a stag. Be unto us as is a nurse's song

Bass. Believe me, queen, your swarth CimmeOf lullaby,(1) to bring her babe asleep.

rian AARON. Madam, though Venus govern your Doth make your honour of his body's hue, desires,

Spotted, detested, and abominable. Saturn is dominator over mine :

Why are you sequester'd from all your train, What signifies my deadly-standing eye,

Dismounted from your snow-white goodly steed, My silence and my cloudy melancholy,

And wander'd hither to an obscure plot, My fleece of woolly hair, that now uncurls Accompanied but * with a barbarous Moor, Even as an adder when she doth unroll

If foul desire had not conducted you ? To do some fatal execution ?

Lav. And, being intercepted in your sport, No, madam, these are no venereal signs :

Great reason that my noble lord be rated Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, For sauciness.—I pray you, let us hence, Blood and revenge are hammering in my head. . And let her 'joy her raven-colour'd love; Hark, Tamora,—the

empress

of
my soul,

This valley fits the purpose passing well. Which never hopes more heaven than rests in Bass. The king, my brother, shall have note + thee,–

of this. This is the day of doom for Bassianus ;

Lav. Ay, for these slips have made him noted His Philomel must lose her tongue to-day;

long; Thy sons make pillage of her chastity,

Good king, to be so mightily abus'd ! And wash their hands in Bassianus' blood.

Tam. Why have Io patience to endure all this? Seest thou this letter ? take it up, I pray thee, And give the king this fatal-plotted scroll. Now question me no more,-we are espied ;

Enter DEMETRIUS and CHIRON. Here comes a parcel of our hopeful booty, Which dreads not yet their lives' destruction. DEMET. How now, dear sovereign, and our Tam. Ah, my sweet Moor, sweeter to me than

gracious mother! life!

Why doth your highness look so pale and wan? Aaron. No more, great empress,-—Bassianus Tam. Have I not reason, think you, to look

pale ? Be cross with him; and I'll go fetch thy sons These two have 'tic'd me hither to this place :To back thy quarrels,* whatsoe'er they be. [Exit. A barren detested vale, you see, it is;

The trees, though summer, yet forlorn and lean, Enter BASSIANUS and LAVINIA.

O’ercome with moss and baleful mistletoe :

Here never shines the sun ; here nothing breeds, Bass. Whom have we here? Rome's royal Unless the nightly owl or fatal raven :empress,

And when they show'd me this abhorred pit, Unfurnish'd of hert well-beseeming troop? They told me here, at dead time of the night,

comes :

() Old text, quarrell. (+) First folio, our. 9-rolled-) Mr. Collier's annotator reads, coiled; but see Aaron's following speech,

* Even as an adder when she doth unroll," &c. b - drive-] Mr. Collier's annotator proposes, dine, &c.; but VOL. III,

609

(*) The first folio omits, but.

(+) Old text, notice. Corrected by Theobald. “drive," meaning to rush pell-mell, is more energetic and expressive.

Ć Why have I patience-) So the second folio; the previous editions read,-"Why I have," &c.

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