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Tit. Fear her not, Lucius:--somewhat doth she Ravish'd and wrong'd, as Philomela was ?
Forc'd in the ruthless, vast, and gloomy woods ?See, Lucius, see how much she makes of thee : See, see !-Ay, such a place there is where we Somewhither would she have thee go with her.
did hunt, Ay, boy, Cornelia never with more care
(0, had we never, never hunted there !) Read to her sons than she hath read to thee, Pattern’d by that the poet here describes, Sweet poetry and Tully's Orator.
By nature made for murders and for rapes. Mar. Canst thou not guess wherefore she plies Marc. 0, why should nature build so foul a thee thus ?
den, Boy. My lord, I know not, I, nor can I guess, Unless the gods delight in tragedies ? Unless some fit or frenzy do possess
Tit. Give signs, sweet girl,—for here are none For I have heard my grandsire say full oft,
but friends, Extremity of griefs would make men mad;
What Roman lord it was durst do the deed : And I have read that Hecuba of Troy
Or slunk not Saturnine, as Tarquin erst, Ran mad through sorrow: that made me to fear; That left the camp to sin in Lucrece' bed ? Although, my lord, I know my noble aunt
Marc. Sit down, sweet niece ;-brother, sit Loves me as dear as e'er my mother did,
down by me.-
This sandy plot is plain; guide, if thou canst, I will most willingly attend your ladyship.
This, after me, when I have writ my name, MARC. Lucius, I will.
Without the help of any hand at all. [LAVINIA turns over the books which LUCIUS [He writes his name with his staff, and guides has let fall.
it with his feet and mouth. Tit. How now, Lavinia !-Marcus, what means Curs'd be that heart that forc'd us to this shift ! this?
Write thou, good niece, and here display, at last, Some book there is that she desires to see.
What God will have discover'd for revenge. Which is it, girl, of these ?-Open them, boy. Heaven guide thy pen to print thy sorrows plain, But thou art deeper read, and better skill'd: That we may know the traitors and the truth ! Come, and take choice of all my library,
[She takes the staff in her mouth, and, guiding And so beguile thy sorrow, till the heavens
it with her stumps, writes. Reveal the damn'd contriver of this deed.
Tir. Oh, do ye read, my lord, what she hath What book ? 6
writ?— Why lifts she
thus ? Stuprum—Chiron-Demetrius. Marc. I think she means that there was more Marc. What, what!—the lustful sons of Tamora than one
Performers of this heinous, bloody deed ? Confederate in the fact ;-ay, more there was ; Tit. Magni Dominator poli, Or else to heaven she heaves them for revenge. Tam lentus audis scelera ? tam lentus vides ?
Tit. Lucius, what book is that she tosseth so ? Marc. Oh, calm thee, gentle lord; although I Boy. Grandsire, 't is Ovid's Metamorphoses;
know My mother gave
There is enough written upon this earth MARC.
For love of her that's gone, To stir a mutiny in the mildest thoughts, Perhaps, she cull’d it from among the rest. And arm the minds of infants to exclaims.
Tit. Soft! see howo busily she turns the leaves ! My lord, kneel down with me; Lavinia, kneel ; Help her : what would she find ?—Lavinia, shall I And kneel, sweet boy, the Roman Hector's hope ; read ?
And swear with me, -as with the woeful fere, This is the tragic tale of Philomel,
And father of that chaste dishonour'd dame, And treats of Tereus' treason and his rape;
Lord Junius Brutus sware for Lucrece' rape,And rape, I fear, was root of thine annoy.
That we will prosecute, by good advice, Marc. See, brother, see! note how she quotes a Mortal revenge upon these traitorous Goths, the leaves.
And see their blood, or die with this reproach. Tit. Lavinia, wert thou thus surpris’d, sweet Tit. 'Tis sure enough, an you knew how; girl,
you hunt these bear-whelps, then beware;
& MAR.] In the old editions, the prefix having been omitted, this reads as a part of the foregoing speech.
b What book?] The words, " What book?" are not found in the quartos.
c Soft! see how busily-) So Rowe; the ancient copies reading,
“Soft, so busily," &c.
quotes-) Scans, notes, observes.
when-- ) An addition in the second folio. f- fere,-) "Fere,"feer, or phere, is a word of frequent occurrence in our old authors, and means companion, husband or wise. (*) First folio, the.
The dam will wake, an if she windo you once : Aaron. Ay, some mad message from his mad She's with the lion deeply still in league,
grandfather. And lulls him whilst she playeth on her back, Boy. My lords, with all the humbleness I may, And when he sleeps will she do what she list.
I greet your
honours from Andronicus ;You are a young huntsman, Marcus ; let it alone ; [Xside.) And pray the Roman gods confound you And, come, I will go get a leaf of brass,
both ! And with a gad of steel will write these words, DEMET, Gramercy, lovely Lucius: what's the And lay it by: the angry northem wind Will blow these sands like Sibyls' leaves abroad, Boy. [Aside.] That you are both decipherd, And where 's your lesson then ?-Boy, what say
that's the news, you?
For villains mark'd with rape.—May it please Boy. I say, my lord, that if were a man,
you, Their mother's bed chamber should not be safe, My grandsire, well advis’d, hath sent by me For these bad bondmen to the yoke of Rome. The goodliest weapons
armoury, MARC. Ay, that's my boy! thy father hath To gratify your honourable youth, full oft
The hope of Rome; for so he bade me say; For his ungrateful country done the like.
And so I do, and with his gifts present Boy. And, uncle, so will I, an if I live. Your lordships, that, whenever you have need,
Tit. Come, go with me into mine armoury; You may be armed and appointed well : Lucius, I 'll fit thee; and withal, my boy And so I leave you both:-[Aside.] like bloody Shall carry from me to the empress' sons
villains. [Exeunt Boy and Attendant. Presents that I intend to send them both :
DEMET. What's here? A scroll; and written Come, come; thou 'lt do thy message, wilt thou
Let's see: Boy. Ay, with my dagger in their bosoms, [Reads.] Integer vitæ scelerisque purus, grandsire.
Non eget Mauri jaculis, nec arcu. Tit. No, boy, not so; I'll teach thee another Chr. O, 't is a verse in Horace ; I know it well :
I read it in the grammar long ago. Lavinia, come.—Marcus, look to my house
AARON. Ay, just—a verse in Horace ;-right, Lucius and I'll go brave it at the court;
have it. Ay, marry, will we, sir; and we'll be waited on. [Aside.] Now, what a thing it is to be an ass !
[Exeunt Titus, LAVINIA, and Boy. Here's no sound jest ! the old man hath found MARC. O, heavens, can you hear a good man
their guilt, groan,
And sends them* weapons wrapp'd about with lines, And not relent, or not compassion him ?
That wound, beyond their feeling, to the quick. Marcus, attend him in his ecstasy,
But were our witty empress well a-fuot,
Captives, to be advanced to this height ?
To brave the tribune in his brother's hearing. SCENE II.-The same. A Room in the Palace. DEMET. But me more good, to see so great a
lord Enter Aaron, CHIRON, and DEMETRIUS from one Basely insinuate and send us gifts.
side ; from the other Young Lucius and an Aaron. Had he not reason, lord Demetrius ? Attendant, with a bundle of weapons, and Did you not use his daughter very friendly ? verses written upon them.
DEMET. I would we had a thousand Roman
dames CHI. Demetrius, here's the son of Lucius ; At such a bay, by turn to serve our lust. He hath some message to deliver us.
CHI. A charitable wish, and full of love.
(*) Old text, the. - if she wind you once :) Scent you. The ordinary printing of this,
“ The dam will wake, and if she wind you once,
She's with the lion," &c. appears to be destructive of the sense.
b - that's the news,-) This line and the prefix, " Boy," are omitted in the folio 1623.
c- that,-) In the old editions "that" is accidentally omitted.
d Here's no sound jest!) An ironical turn of expression, common enough in old times.
AARON. Here lacks but your mother for to say Chi. It shall not live.
It shall not die. Ch. And that would she for twenty thousand NURSE. Aaron, it must; the mother wills it so.
AARON. What, must it, nurse ? then let no DEMET. Come, let us go, and pray to all the
man but I gods
Do execution on my flesh and blood. For our beloved mother in her pains.
DEMET. I'll broach the tadpole on my rapier's AARON. [Aside.] Pray to the devils ; the gods
point: have given us over. [Trumpets sound. Nurse, give it me; my sword shall soon despatch it. DEMET. Why do the emperor's trumpets flourish AARON. Sooner this sword shall plough thy thus ?
up. CHI. Belike, for joy the emperor hath a son. [Takes the Child from the Nurse, and draws DEMET. Soft! who comes here?
his sword. Stay, murderous villains ! will you kill
Now, by the burning tapers of the sky, Enter a Nurse with a blackamoor Child in her That shone so brightly when this boy was got,
He dies upon my scimitar's sharp point
That touches this my first-born son and heir ! NURSE.
lords ; I tell you, younglings, not Enceladus, 0, tell me, did you see Aaron the Moor?
With all his threat’ning band of Typhon's brood, AARON. Well, more or less, or ne'er a whit at all, Nor great Alcides, nor the god of war, Here Aaron is; and what with Aaron now? Shall seize this prey out of his father's hands.
NURSE. O, gentle Aaron, we are all undone ! What, what! ye sanguine, shallow-hearted boys! Now help, or woe betide thee evermore !
Ye white-lim'd* walls! ye ale-house painted signs ! AARON. Why, what a caterwauling dost thou Coal-black is better than another hue, keep !
In that it scorns to bear another hue : What dost thou wrap and fumble in thine arms ? For all the water in the ocean NURSE. O, that which I would hide from heaven's Can never turn the swan's black legs to white, eye,
Although she lave them hourly in the flood.
age She is deliver'd, lords,—she is deliver'd.
To keep mine own, excuse it how she can. AARON. To whom?
DEMET. Wilt thou betray thy noble mistress NURSE. I mean, she is brought a-bed.
thus ? AARON. Well, God give her good rest ! What AARON. My mistress is my mistress ; this, myhath he sent her ?
self, NURSE. A devil.
The vigour and the picture of my youth: AARON. Why, then she is the devil's dam; a This before all the world do I prefer ; joyful issue.
This, maugre all the world, will I keep safe, NURSE. A joyless, dismal, black, and sorrowful Or some of
you shall smoke for it in Rome. issue:
DEMET. By this our mother is for ever sham'd. Here is the babe, as loathsome as a toad
CHI. Rome will despise her for this foul escape. Amongst the fairest breeders of our clime.
rage, will doom her The empress sends it thee, thy stamp, thy seal,
death. And bids thee christen it with thy dagger's point. CHI. I blush to think
this ignomy.t AARON. Zounds, ye whore ! is black so base a AARON. Why, there's the privilege your beauty hue ?
bears : Sweet blowse, you are a beauteous blossom, sure. Fie, treacherous hue, that will betray with blushing DEMET. Villain, what hast thou done?
The close enacts and counsels of the heart ! AARON. That which thou canst not undo. Here's a young lad fram’d of another leer :d CH. Thou hast undone our mother.
Look, how the black slave smiles upon the father, AARON. Villain, I have done thy mother. As who should say, Old lad, I am thine own. DEMET. And therein, hellish dog, thou hast He is your brother, lords ; sensibly fed undone.
Of that self-blood that first gave life to you ; Woe to her chance, and damn'd her loathed choice ! And from that womb where you imprison'd were, Accurs’d the offspring of so foul a fiend !
He is enfranchised and come to light: * Well, more or less,-) See note (a), p. 423, Vol. I.
() Old text, white-limb'd. b Zounds,-) The folio 1623 has, "Out," &c.
(+) First folio, ignominie. C - thy mother.) This line is not found in the folio.
d - another leer:) Another complexion or hue.
Nay, he is your brother by the surer side,
DEMET. For this care of Tamora, Although my seal be stamped in his face.
Herself and hers are highly bound to thee. NURSE. Aaron, what shall I say unto the [Exeunt DEMETRIUS and Chiron, bearing empress?
off the dead Nurse. DEMET. Advise thee, Aaron, what is to be done, Aaron. Now to the Goths, as swift as swallow And we will all subscribe to thy advice: Save thou the child, so we may all be safe. There to dispose this treasure in mine arms,
AARON. Then sit we down, and let us all consult. And secretly to greet the empress' friends.My son and I will have the wind of
Come on, you thick-lipp'd slave, I'll bear you Keep there ; now talk at pleasure of your safety.
hence ; [They sit.
For it is you that puts us to our shifts : DEMET. How many women saw this child of I'll make you feed on berries, and on roots, his?
And feed on curds and whey, and suck the goat, Aaron. Why, so, brave lords ! when we join in And cabin in a cave, and bring you up league,
To be a warrior, and command a camp. [Exit. I am a lamb; but if you brave the Moor, The chafed boar, the mountain lioness, The ocean swells not so as Aaron storms.But say, again, how many saw the child ?
SCENE III.—The same. A Public Place.
Gentlemen with bows.
Tit. Come, Marcus, come:-kinsmen, this is [He stabs her. She screams and dies. Weke, weke !-50 cries a pig prepared to the Sir boy, nowd let me see your archery; spit.
Look ye draw home enough, and it is there DEMET. What mean’st thou, Aaron ? wherefore
[Marcus, didst thou this?
Terras Astræa reliquit ; be you remember'd, AARON. O, lord, sir, 't is a deed of policy ; She's gone, she's fled.—Sirs, take you to your Shall she live to betray this guilt of ours,
tools. A long-tongued babbling gossip ? No, lords, no : You, cousins, shall go sound the ocean, And now be it known to you my full intent. And cast your nets. Haply, you may catch* ber Not far, one Muliteus,“ my countryman, His wife but yesternight was brought to bed ; Yet there's as little justice as at land :His child is like to her, fair as you are :
No; Publius and Sempronius, you must do 't; Go pack with him, and give the mother gold, ’T is you must dig with mattock and with spade, And tell them both the circumstance of all, And pierce the inmost centre of the earth ; And how by this their child shall be advanc’d, Then, when you come to Pluto's region, And be received for the emperor's heir,
I pray you, deliver him this petition ; And substituted in the place of mine,
Tell him it is for justice and for aid, To calm this tempest whirling in the court; And that it comes from old Andronicus, And let the emperor dandle him for his own. Shaken with sorrows in ungrateful Rome.Hark ye, lords; ye see I have given her physic, Ah, Rome !-Well, well ; I made thee miserable
[Pointing to the Nurse. What time I threw the people's suffrages And you must needs bestow her funeral ;
On him that thus doth tyrannize o'er me.The fields are near, and you are gallant grooms : Go, get you gone, and pray be careful all, This done, see that you take no longer days, And leave you not a man-of-war unsearch’d; But send the midwife presently to me.
This wicked emperor may have shipp'd her The midwife and the nurse well made away, Then let the ladies tattle what they please. And, kinsmen, then we may go pipe for justice. CH, Aaron, I see thou wilt not trust the air MARC. O, Publius, is not this a heavy case, with secrets.
To see thy noble uncle thus distract ?
in the sea ;
a Not far, one Muliteus, &c.) Rowe reads,-“Not far one.Muli-
(*) First folio, find.
d Sir boy, now-] “Now," omitted in all the earlier copies, was first added in the folio of 1632.