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A thousand fiends, a thousand hissing snakes, To see her tears, but be your heart to them
Ten thousand swelling toads, as many urchins," As unrelenting flint to drops of rain.
Would make such fearful and confused cries, Lav. When did the tiger's young ones teach
As any mortal body, hearing it,

the dam ? Should straight fall mad, or else die suddenly. O, do not learn her wrath,—she taught it thee: No sooner had they told this hellish tale,

The milk thou suck’dst from her did turn to But straight they told me they would bind me here

marble; Unto the body of a dismal yew,

Even at thy teat thou hadst thy tyranny.And leave me to this miserable death.

Yet every mother breeds not sons alike; And then they call’d me foul adulteress,

Do thou entreat her show a woman pity. Lascivious Goth, and all the bitterest terms

[To CHIRON. That ever ear did hear to such effect:

CHI. What! wouldst thou have me prove And had you not by wondrous fortune come,

myself a bastard ? This vengeance on me had they executed.

Lav. 'Tis true, the raven doth not hatch a Revenge it, as you love your mother's life,

lark, Or be ye not henceforth call'd my children. Yet have I heard,—0, could I find it now!

DEMET. This is a witness that I am thy son. The lion, mov'd with pity, did endure
CHI. And this for me, struck home to show my To have his princely paws® par'd all away.

Some say that ravens foster forlorn children,
[They stab BASSIANUS, who dies. The whilst their own birds famish in their nests :
Lav. Ay, come, Semiramis,-nay, barbarous O, be to me, though thy hard heart say no,
Tamora !

Nothing so kind, but something pitiful! For no name fits thy nature but thy own.

TAM. I know not what it means :--away with Tam. Give me thy poniard ;-you shall know,

Lav. 0, let me teach thee! For my

father's Your mother's hand shall right your mother's

sake, wrong.


gave thee life, when well he might have slain DEMET. Stay, madam; here is more belongs to


Be not obdurate, open thy deaf ears. First thrash the corn, then after burn the straw: Tam. Had'st thou in person ne'er offended me, This minion stood upon her chastity, 6

Even for his sake am I pitiless.Upon her nuptial vow, her loyalty,

Remember, boys, I pourd forth tears in vain, And, with that painted hope, braves your mighti- To save your brother from the sacrifice;

But fierce Andronicus would not relent: And shall she carry this unto her

grave ?

Therefore, away with her, and use her as you CHI. An if she do, I would I were an eunuch. The worse to her, the better lov’d of me. Drag hence her husband to some secret hole, Lav. 0, Tamora, be call’d a gentle queen, And make his dead trunk pillow to our lust. And with thine own hands kill me in this place !

Tam. But when ye have the honey ye* desire, For 't is not life that I have begg'd so long; Let not this wasp outlive, us both to sting.

Poor I was slain when Bassianus died. CH. I warrant you, madam, we will make that Tam. What begg'st thou then? fond woman,

my boys,

her ;




let me go.

Lav. 'Tis present death I beg; and one thing


Come, mistress, now perforce we will enjoy
That nice preserved honesty of yours.
Lav. Oh, Tamora! thou bear'st a woman's

TAM. I will not hear her speak; away with

her! Lav. Sweet lords, entreat her hear me but a

word. DEMET. Listen, fair madam ; let it be your


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(*) Old text, we. urchins,-) Hedgehogs. b -- stood upon-] Piumed herself, or presumed upon; so in Armin's Nest of Ninnies, 1608,-"This jest made them laugh more, and the rayther that shee stood upon her marriage, and disdained all the gallants there," &c. c – painted hope,-) Fallacious reliance, or trust. But the

line has suffered mutilation, and we ought possibly to read,

And with that painted hope she braves your mightiness." learn-) Learn is here used for teach.

paw:-) Mr. Collier's annotator suggests claws, and but that the author in this line appears to "affect the letter," we should have thought claws the genuine word.



DEMET. Away! for thou hast stay'd us here ! too long.

SCENE IV,- The same. Lav. No grace ? no womanhood ? Ah, beastly creature !

Enter AARON, with QUINTUS and MARTIUS. The blot and enemy to our general name ! Confusion fall

AARON. Come on, my lords, the better foot CHI. Nay, then I'll stop your mouth.—Bring

before : thou her husband :

Straight will I bring you to the loathsome pit This is the hole where Aaron bid us hide him. Where I espied the panther fast asleep. [Exeunt CHIRON and DEMETRIUS, the former Quint. My sight is very dull, whate'er it bodes. dragging off LAVINIA, and the latter the Mart. And mine, I promise you ; were 't not

Ι body of BASSIANUS.

for shame, Tam. Farewell, my sons; see that you

make Well could I leave our sport to sleep awhile. her sure:

[Falls into the pit. Ne'er let my heart know merry cheer indeed, QUINT. What, art thou fallen ?- What subtle Till all the Andronici be made away.

hole is this, Now will I hence to seek my lovely Moor,

Whose mouth is cover'd with rude-growing briers, And let my spleenful sons this trull deflour. [Exit. Upon whose leaves are drops of new-shed blood,

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As fresh as morning's dew distillid on flowers ?
A very fatal place it seems to me,

Speak, brother, hast thou hurt thee with the fall ?
Mart. O, brother, with the dismallst object Sat. Along with me:—I'll see what hole is

here, That ever eye with sight made heart lament ! And what he is that now is leap'd into it.Aaron. (Aside.] Now will I fetch the king to Say, who art thou that lately didst descend find them here,

Into this gaping hollow of the earth ? That he thereby may givet a likely guess,

Mart. The unhappy son of old Andronicus ; How these were they that made away his brother. Brought hither in a most unlucky hour,

[Exit. To find thy brother Bassianus dead. Mart. Why dost not comfort me and help me Sat. My brother dead! I know thou dost but out

jest: From this unhallow'd and blood-stained hole ? He and his lady both are at the lodge,

Quint. I am surprised with an uncouth fear; Upon the north side of this pleasant chase; A chilling sweat o'erruns my trembling joints ; 'Tis not an hour since I left him there. My heart suspects more than my eye can see. Mart. We know not where you left him all Mart. To prove thou hast a true-divining heart,

alive, Aaron and thou look down into this den,

But out, alas ! here have we found him dead. And see a fearful sight of blood and death. Quint. Aaron is gone, and my compassionate heart

Enter TAMORA, ANDRONICUS, and LUCIUS. Will not permit mine eyes once to behold The thing whereat it trembles by surmise:

Tam. Where is my lord the king ? O, tell me how it is ; for ne'er till now

Sat. Here, Tamora ; though griev'd with killing Was I a child, to fear I know not what.

grief. Mart. Lord Bassianus lies embrued here, Tam. Where is thy brother Bassianus ? All on a heap, like to a slaughter'd lamb,

Sat. Now to the bottom dost thou search my In this detested, dark, blood-drinking pit.

wound; Quint. If it be dark, how dost thou know 't is Poor Bassianus here lies murdered. he?

Tam. Then all' too late I bring this fatal writ, Mart. Upon his bloody finger he doth wear

[Giving a letter. A precious ring, that lightens all the hole ; (2) The complot of this timeless tragedy ; Which, like a taper in some monument,

And wonder greatly that man's face can fold
Doth shine upon the dead man's earthy I checks, In pleasing smiles such murderous tyranny.
And shows the ragged entrails of the pit :
So pale did shine the moon on Pyramus,

Sat. [Reads.]
When he by night lay bath'd in maiden blood. An if we miss to meet him handsomely,-
O, brother, help me with thy fainting hand, Sweet huntsman, Bassianus 't is we mean,-
If fear hath made thee faint, as me it hath,- Do thou so much as dig the grave for him ;
Out of this fell-devouring receptacle,

Thou know'st our meaning. Look for thy reward As hateful as Cocytus’ § misty mouth.

Among the nettles at the elder-tree, Quint. Reach me thy hand, that I may help Which overshades the mouth of that same pit, thee out;

Where we decreed to bury Bassianus. Or, wanting strength to do thee so much good, Do this, and purchase us thy lasting friends. I may be pluck’d into the swallowing womb Of this deep pit, poor Bassianus' grave.

0, Tamora, was ever heard the like? I have no strength to pluck thee to the brink. This is the pit, and this the elder-tree: Mart. Nor I no strength to climb without thy Look, sirs, if you can find the huntsman out, help.

That should have murder'd Bassianus here. QUINT. Thy hand once more; I will not loose AARON. My gracious lord, here is the bag of again,


[Showing it. Till thou art here aloft, or I below:

SAT. [7' Titus. Two of thy whelps, fell curs Thou canst not come to me,- I come to thee.

of bloody kind, [Falls in

Have here bereft my brother of his life.

1) First folio omits, hurt.
(1) First folio, earthiy.

(+) First folio, have.
($) First folio, Ocitus.

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Sirs, drag them from the pit unto the prison ;
There let them bide until we have devis'd

Enter Marcus, from hunting.
Some never-heard-of torturing pain for them.
Tam. What, are they in this pit? O, wondrous Marc. Who is this,—my niece,—that flies

away so fast ? How easily murder is discovered !

Cousin, a word ; where is your

husband ? Tit. High emperor, upon my feeble knee, If I do dream, would all my wealth would wake me! I beg this boon, with tears not lightly shed, If I do wake, some planet strike me down, That this fell fault of my accursed sons,

That I may slumber in eternal sleep ! Accursed, if the fault * be prov'd in them, Speak, gentle niece,-what stern ungentle hands

Sat. If it be prov'd! you see it is apparent.- Have lopp'd and hew'd, and made thy body bare Who found this letter ? Tamora, was it you? Of her two branches,—those sweet ornaments,

Tam. Andronicus himself did take it up. Whose circling shadows kings have sought to sleep Tit. I did, my lord : yet let me be their bail;

in, For, by my father's reverend tomb, I vow Aud might not gain so great a happiness They shall be ready at your highness' will, As have * thy love? Why dost not speak to me?To answer their suspicion with their lives.

Alas, u crimson river of warm blood, Sat. Thou shalt not bail them: see thou follow Like to a bubbling fountain stirr'd with wind,

Doth rise and fall between thy rosed lips, Some bring the murder'd body, some the mur- Coming and going with thy honey breath. derers:

But sure some Tereus hath defloured thee, Let them not speak a word,—the guilt is plain ; And, lest thou shouldst detect him,t cut thy For, by my soul, were there worse end than death,

tongue. That end upon them should be executed.

Ah, now thou turn’st away thy face for shame! Tam. Andronicus, I will entreat the king : And, notwithstanding all this loss of blood, Fear not thy sons; they shall do well enough.

As from a conduit with three † issuing spouts, Tit. Come, Lucius, come ; stay, not to talk Yet do thy cheeks look red as Titan's face with them.

[Exeunt. Blushing to be encounter'd with a cloud.
Shall I speak for thee? shall I say,

't is 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, SCENE V.-Another part of the Forest. Doth burn the heart to cinders where it is.

Fair Philomela, she but lost her tongue, Enter DEMETRIUS and CHIRON, with LAVINIA, And in a tedious sampler sew'd her mind : her hands cut off, and her tongue cut out. But, lovely niece, that mean is cut from thee;

A craftier Tereus hast thou met, $ DEMET. So now go tell, an if thy tongue can And he hath cut those pretty fingers off, speak,

That could have better sew'd than Philomel.
Who 't was that cut thy tongue and ravish'd thee. O, had the monster seen those lily hands
Chr. Write down thy mind, bewray thy meaning | Tremble like aspen-leaves upon a lute,

And make the silken strings delight to kiss them,
An if thy stumps will let thee play the scribe. He would not, then, have touch'd them for his life!
DEMET. See, how with signs and tokens she can Or, had he heard the heavenly harmony

Which that sweet tongue hath made, Chi. Go home, call for sweet water, wash thy He would have dropp'd his knife, and fell asleep, hands.

As Cerberus at the Thracian poet's feet. DEMET. She hath no tongue to call, nor hands Come, let us go, and make thy father blind; to wash;

For such a sight will blind a father's eye : And so, let's leave her to her silent walks. One hour's storm will drown the fragrant meads ; Chi. An ’t were my cause," I should go hang What will whole months of tears thy father's myself.

Do not draw back, for we will mourn with thee: DEMET. If thou hadst hands to help thee knit O, could our mourning ease thy misery! the cord. [Exeunt DEMET. and Chi.



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(*) Old text, faults. (t) First folio, scowle. - my cause,-) The modern alteration is, “.

my case;

” but we have some doubts as to the necessity of the change.

b Which that sweet tongue hath made,-) A mutilated line.

(*) Old text, halfe. Corrected by Theobald,

(t) Old text, them. Corrected by Rowe. (1) Old text, their. Corrected by Hanmer.

($) First folio adds, withall,

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Enter Senators, Tribunes, and Officers of Justice,

with MARTIUS and Quintus bound, passing on to the place of execution ; Titus going before, pleading.

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Tır. Hear me, grave fathers! noble tribunes, stay! For pity of mine age, whose youth was spent In dangerous wars, whilst you securely slept ; For all my blood in Rome's great quarrel shed; For all the frosty nights that I have watch'd ; And for these bitter tears, which now you see Filling the aged wrinkles in my cheeks ; Be pitiful to my condemned sons,

Whose souls are not corrupted, as ’t is thought.
For two-and-twenty sons I never wept,
Because they died in honour's lofty bed.
For these, tribunes," in the dust I write

[Casting himself down. My heart's deep languor and my soul's sad tears : Let my

tears stanch the earth's dry appetite ; My sons' sweet blood will make it shame and blush.

[Exeunt Senators, Tribunes, and Prisoners. 0, earth, I will befriend thee more with rain, That shall distil from these two ancient urns,* Than youthful April shall with all his showers : In summer's drought I'll drop upon thee still ;

(*) old text, ruines. Corrected by Hanmer.

“For these, good tribunes," &c.

* For these, tribunes,-) The metrical deficiency in this line is supplied in the second folio by a repetition of the word " these,"—.

For these, these tribunes," &c. Malone thought it more likely some epithet of respect was given to the tribunes, and accordingly he printed,

But query,

“For these, o, tribunes," &c.?

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