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had none,

And climb the highest promontory top.

Here comes a parcel of our hopeful booty, Tit. And I have horse will follow where the Which dreads not yet their lives' destruction. game

Tam. Ah, my fweet Moor, sweeter to me than Makes way, and run like swallows o'er the plain.

life! Dem. Chiron, we hunt not, we, with horfe nor 5 Aar. No more, great empress, Bassianus comes : hound,

Be cross with him; and I'll go fetch thy fons But hope to pluck a dainty doe to ground. [Exeunt. To back thy quarrels, whatsoc’er they be. [Exit. SCE N E. III.

Erter Baffianus, and Lavinia.

Baf. Whom have we here? Rome's royal emA Desert Part of the Forest.

peress, Enter Aaron alone.

Unfurnithid of her well-befeeming troop? Aar. He, that had witý would think, that I Or is it Dian, habited like her;

Who hath abandoned her holy groves, To bury so much gold under a tree,

To see the general hunting in this forest? And never after to inherit it.

15 Tan. Saucy controller of our private steps! Let him, that thinks of me lo abje&tly,

dad I the power that, some say, Dian had, Know, that this gold must coin a stratagem; Thy temples should be planted presently Which, cunningly effected, will beget

With horns, as was Acteon's; and the hounds A very excellent piece of villainy:

Should drive 2 upon thy new-transformed limbs, And fo repose, sweet gold, for their unreft', 20 Unmannerly intruder as thou art ! That have their alms out of the empress' chest. Lav. Under your patience, gentle emperess, Enter Tamora.

'Tis thought you have a goodly gift in horning; Tam, My lovely Aaron, wherefore look'st thou And to be doubted, that your Moor and you fad,

Are singled forth to try experiments : When every thing doth make a gleeful boast? 25 Jove shield your husband from his hounds to-day! The birds chaunt melody on every buth;

Tis pity they should take him for a stag. The snake lies rolled in the chearful sun;

Baf. Believe me, queen, your 3 swarth Cima The green leaves quiver with the cooling wind,

merian And make a chequer'd madow on the ground: Doth make your honour of his body's hus, Under their sweet shade, Aaron, let us fit, 30Spotted, detested, and abominable. And--whilft the babling echo mocks the hounds, Why are you requester'd from all your train ? Replying thrilly to the well-tun'd horns,

Dismounted from your fnow-white goodly steeds As if a double hunt were heard at once,- And wander'd hither to an obscure plot, Let us sit down, and mark thcir yelling noise : Accompanied with a barbarous Moor, And-after conflict, such as was suppos'd 35 If foul delire had not conducted you? The wand'ring prince and Dido once enjoy’d, Lav. And, being intercepted in your sporti When with a happy storm they were surpriz'd, Great reason that my noble lord be rated And curtain'd with a counsel-keeping cave, For fauciness.- I pray you let us hence, We may, each wreathed in the other's arms, And let her ‘joy her raven-colour'd lore; Our pastimes done, pofitís a golden slumber; 40 This valley fits the purpose passing well. [this. Whilst hounds, and horns,and sweet melodious birds, Baf. The king, my brother, shall have note of Be unto us, as is a nurse's song

Lav. Ay, for these Nips have made him noted Of lullaby, to bring her babe alleep.

long : Aar. Madam, though Venus govern your desires, Good king! to be so mightily abus'd! Saturn is dominator over mine :

45 Tam. Why, have I patience to endure all this? What signifies my deadly-standing eye,

Enter Chiron, and Demetrius. My filence, and my cloudy melancholy?

Dem. How now, dear fovereign, and our gra. My fleece of woolly hair, that now uncurls,

cious mother, Even as an adder, when she doth unioll

Why does your highness look so pale and wan? To do some fatal execution ?


Tam. Have I not reason, think you, to look pale? No, madam, these are ro venereal signs;

These two have 'tic'd me hither to this place, Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, A barren and derefted vale, you see, it is : Blood and revenge are hammering in my head, The trees; though summer, yet forlorn and lean, Hark, Tamora,—the empress of my soul,

O’ercome with mors, and baleful milletoe. Which never hopes more heaven than reits in thee, 55 Here never ihines the fun ; here nothing breeds, This is the day of doom for Ballianus :

Unless the nightly owl, or facal raven. His Philomel must lose her tongue to-day; And when they thew'd me this abhorred pit, Thy fons make pillage of her chastity,

They told me, here, at dead time of the night, And wash their hands in Bamanus' blood.

A thousand fiends, a thousand hisling snakes, Seeft thou this letter? take it up, I pray thee, 60 Ten thousand swelling toads, as many urchins, And give the king this fatal ploited scroll :

Would make such fearful and consufed cries, Now question me no more, we are espied, As any mortal body, hearing it,

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Should straight fall mad, or else die suddenly, That gave thee life, when well he might have No sooner had they told this hellim tale,

fain thee, But straight they told me, they would bind me here Be not obdurate, open thy deaf ears. Unto the body of a dismal yew;

Tam. Hadft thou in person ne'er offended me, And leave me to this miserable death,

Even for his sake am I now pitilefs:-And then they callid me, foul adulteress,

Remember, boys, I pour’d forth tears in vain, Lascivious Goth, and all the bitterett terms

To save your brother from the sacrifice; That ever ear did hear to such effect.

But fierce Andronicus would not relent: And, had you not by wondrous fortune come,

Therefore away with her, use her as you will; This vengeance on me had they executed:

10 The worse to her, the better lov'd of me. Revenge it, as you love your mother's life,

Lav. 0 Tamora, be call'd a gentle queen, Or be ye not from henceforth call'd my children.

And with thine own hands kill me in this place : Dem. This is a witness that I am thy son.

For 'tis not life, that I have begg'd so long; [Stabs Baffianus.

Poor I was Nain, when Ballianus dy'd. Cbi. And this for me, struck home to thew my 15

Tam:. What begg'lt thou then? fond woman, strength. [Stabbing bim likesvije.

(more, Lav. Ay come, Semiramis,-nay, barbarous

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

That womanhood denies my tongue to tell : For no name fits thy nature but thy own!

O, keep me from their worse than killing luít, Tam. Give me thy poinard; you mali know,20 And tumble me into some loathsome pit; my boys,


Where never man's eye may behold my body : Your mother's hand mall right your mother's

Do this, and be a charitable murderer. Dem. Stay, madam, here is more belongs to her;

Tam. So should I rob my sweet sons of their fee : First, thres the corn, then after burn the straw: No, let them satisfy their lust on thee. This minion stood upon her chastity,

251 Den. Away; for thou hast ítaid us here too long. Upon her nuptial vow, her loyalty,

Lav. No grace? no womanhood ? Ah beantly And with that painted hope the braves your

creature! mightiness :

The blot and enemy to our general name! And Mall the carry this unto her grave ?

Confusion fallCbi. And if the do, I would I were an eunuch. 30 Cbi. Nay, then I'll stop your mouth, Bring thou Drag hence her husband to some secret hole,

her husband; [Dragging off Lavinia. And make his dead trunk pillow to our luft.

This is the hole where Aaron bid us hide him. Tam. But when you have the honey you desire.

[Exeunt. Let not this wasp out-live, us both to iting.

Tam. Farewel, my sons ; see, that you make Cbi. I warrant you, madam ; we will make 35

her sure : that sure.

Ne’er let my heart know merry cheer indeed, Come, mistress, now perforce we will enjoy

'Till all the Andronici be made away. That nice-preserved honesty of yours.

Now will I hence to seek my lovely Moor, Lav. O Tamora! thou bear'ít a woman's face, And let my spleenful sons this trull deflow'r. Tam. I will not hear her speak; away with her.140

[Exite Lav. Sweet lords, intreat her hear me but a word.

Dem. Listen, fair madam: Let it be your glory,
To see her tears; but be your heart to them,

Enter Aaron, quith Quintus and Marcus.
As unrelenting fint to drops of rain. [dam Aar. Come on, my lords; the better foot before:

Lav. When did the tyger's young ones teach the 45 Straight will I bring you to the loathsome pit, 0, do not teach her wrath; the taught it thee: Where I espied the panther fait afecp. The milk,thou suck'st from her, did turn to marble; Quin. My light is very dull, whate'er it bodes. Even at thy teat thou hadst thy tyranny.-

Mar. And mine, I promise you; wer't not for Yet every mother breeds not sons alike;

Thame, Do thou intreat her shew a woman p ty. (To Chiron. 50 Well could I leave our sport to deep a while. Cbi. What! would'st thou have me prove my.

(Marcus falls into the pit, self a bastard ?

Quin. What, alt thou fallen? What subtle holc Lav. "Tis true the raven doth not hatch a lark :

is this, Yet have I heard, (0 could I find it now!) Whose mouth is cover'd with rude-growing briars; The lion, mov'd with pity, did endure 55 Upon whose leaves are drops of now-shed blood, To have his princely paws par'd all away. As fresh as morning's dew distillid on flowers ? Some say, that ravens foster forlorn children, A very fatal place it seems to me; The whilft their own birds famith in their netts: Speak, brother, halt thou hurt thee with the fall ? O, be to me, though thy hard heart say no,

Mar. O brother, with the dismallest object Nothing to kind, but something pitiful! 160 That ever eye, with light, made heart lament.

Tam. I know not what it means; away with her. Aur. (Ajide. Now will I fetch the king to Lav. O, let me teach thee: for my father's fake,!

find them here;


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That he thereby may have a likely guess,

Tan. Where is thy brother Baffianus ? How these were they, that made away his brother. Sat. Now to the bottom dost thou search my

[Exit Aaron. Poor Baffianus here lies murdered. (wound; Mar. Why doft not comfort me and help me Tam. Then all too late I bring this fatal writ, out

The complot of this timeless tragedy: From this unhallow'd and blood-stained hole? And wonder greatly, that man's face can fold

Quin. I am surprized with an uncouth fear : In pleasing smiles such murderous tyranny. A chilling sweat o'er-runs my trembling joints;

[Sbe givetb Saturninus a letter. Mine heart suspects more than mine eye can see.

Saturninus reads the letter. Mar. To prove thou hast a true-divining heart, 10 “ An if we miss to meet him handsomely, Aaron and thou look down into this den,

“ Sweet huntsman-Baffianus 'tis, we mean, And see a fearful sight of blood and death.

“ Do thou so much as dig the grave for him; Quin. Aaron is gone; and my compatrionate “ Thou know'st our meaning: Look for thy heart

u reward Will not permit my eyes once to behold


“ Among the nettles at the elder tree, The thing, whereat it trembles by surmise;

“ Which over-thades the mouth of that same pit, O, tell me how it is; for ne'er 'till now

" Where we decreed to bury Bassianus. Was I a child, to fear I know not what.

“Do this, and purchase us thy lasting friends." Mar. Lord Bassianus lies embrewed here, O Tamora! was ever heard the like? All on a heap, like to a Naughter'd lamb, 20 This is the pit, and this the elder tree : In this detested, dark, blood-drinking pit. Look, firs, if you can find the huntsman out,

Quin. If it be dark, how doft thou know 'tis he? That should have murder'd Baffianus here.

Mar. Upon his bloody finger he doth wear Aar. My gracious lord, here is the bag of gold. A precious ring, that lightens all the hole,

Sbewing it. Which, like a taper in some monument, 251 Sat. Two of thy whelps, fell curs of bloody Doth shine upon the dead man's earthy cheeks,

kind, And Thews the ragged entrails of this pit: Have here bereft my brother of his life :So pale did shine the moon on Pyramus,

[TTitus. When he by night lay bath'd in maiden blood. Sirs, drag them from the pit unto the prison; O brother, help me with thy fainting hand, 30 There let them bide, until we have devis'd If fear hath made thee faint, as me it hath, Some never heard-nf torturing pain for them. Out of this fell devouring receptacle,

Tam. What, are they in this pit? O wond'rous As hateful as Cocytus' misty mouth. [out;

thing! Quin. Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee How easily murder is discovered ? Or, wanting strength to do thee so much good,

35 Tit. High emperor, upon my feeble knee I may be pluck'd into the swallowing womb I beg this boon, with tears not lightly shed, Of this deep pit, poor Basianus' grave.

That this fell fault of mine accursed sons, I have no strength to pluck thee to the brink. Accursed, if the fault be prov'd in themMar. And I no strength to climb without thy Sat. If it be prov'd! you see, it is apparent. help.

(again, 40 Who found this letter? Tamora, was it you? Quin. Thy hand once more ; I will not lore Tam. Andronicus himself did take it up. 'Till thou art here aloft, or I below:

Tit. I did, my lord: yet let me be their bail: Thou canst not come to me, I come to thee. For by my father's reverend tomb, I vow,

Falls in They Mall be ready at your highness' will,
Erter the Emperor, and Aaron.

45 To answer their suspicion with their lives. Ser. Along with me:I'll see what hole is Sat. Thou Malt not bail them: fee, thou folhere,

low me.

(ers. And what he is, that now is leap'd into it. Some bring the murder'd body, some the murderSay, who art thou, that lately didst descend Let them not speak a word, the guilt is plain; Into this gaping hollow of the earth?

sc For, by my soul, were there worse end than death, Mar. The unhappy ton of old Andronicus; That end upon them should be executed. Brought hither in a most unlucky hour,

Tam. Andronicus, I will entreat the king; To find thy brother Bassianus dead. (jest: Fear not thy sons, they fall do well enough.

Sat. My brother dead? I know, thou doft but Tit. Come, Lucius, come ; ftay not to talk He and his lady both are at the lodge,

with them.

[Excunt severaly. Upon the north side of this pleasant chase ; 'Tis not an hour since I left him there. [alive,

S CE N E v. Mar. We know not where you left him all

Enter Demetrius and Cbirin, witb Lavinia, ravijod; But, out, alas! here have we found him dead.

ber bands cut off, and ber tongue cut cui. En:er Tamora, witb Attendants ; Andronicus, and 160 Lucius.

Dem. So, now go tell, an if thy tongue can Tam. Where is my lord, the king ? [grief.

speak, Sat. Here, Tamora; though griey'd with killing) Who 'twas that cut thy tongue, and ravith'd ther.

There is supposed to be a gem called a carbuncle, which emits not reflected but native light.


Cbi. Write down thy mind, bewray thy mean- Ah, now thou turn'st away thy face for same! ing fo;

And, notwithstanding all this loss of blood, And, if thy stumps will let thee, play the scribe. As from a conduit with their issuing spouts, Dom. See how with figns and tokens me can Yet do thy cheeks look red as Titan's face, scowl.

[hands. 5 Blushing to be encounter'd with a cloud. Cbi. Go home, call for sweet water, wash thy Shall I speak for thee; shall I say, 'tis so? Dem. She has no tongue to call, nor hands to O, that I knew thy heart; and knew the beast, wash;

That I might rail at him to ease my mind! And so let's leave her to her filent walks. [self. Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopp'd,

Cbi. An 'twere my case, I should go hang my- 10 Doth burn the heart to cinders where it is.

Dem. If thou hadft hands to help thee knit the Fair Philomela, the but lost her tongue, cord.

(Exeunt Demetrius and Chiron. And in a tedious sampler sew'd her mind : Enter Marcus to Lavinia.

But, lovely niece, that mean is cut from thee; Mar. Who's this,my niece, that Aies away A craftier Tereus halt thou met withal, so fast?

15 And he hath cut those pretty fingers off, Coufin, a word; Where is your husband?

That better could have few'd than Philomel. If I do dream, 'would all my wealth would wake O, had the monster seen those lily hands me!

Tremble, like aspen leaves, upon a lute, If I do wake, some planet strike me down, And make the filken strings delight to kiss them; That I may Number in eternal sleep! 120 He would not then have touch'd them for his life. Speak, gentle niece, what ftern ungentle hands Or, had he heard the heavenly harmony, Have lopp'd, and hew'd, and made thy body bare Which that sweet tongue hath made; Of her two branches; those sweet ornaments, He would have dropp'd his knife, and fell asleep, Whose circling shadows kings have fought to Neep As Cerberus at the Thracian poet's feet. And might not gain so great a happiness, [in ; 25 Come, let us go, and make thy father blind; As half thy love? Why doft not speak to me? - For such a fight will blind a father's eye: Alas, a crimson river of warm blood,

One hour's storm will drown the fragrant meads : Like to a bubbling fountain stirrid with wind, What will whole months of tears thy father's eyes? Doth rise and fall between thy rosed lips,

Do not draw back, for we will mourn with thee: Coming and going with thy honey breath. 300, could our mourning case thy misery ! But, sure, lome Tereus hath deflower'd thee;

[Exeunt. And, left thou should'st detect him, cut thy tongue.

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earth! I will befriend thee more with rain, A Street in Rome.


That shall distil from these two ancient urns, Enter tbe Judges and Senators, with Marcus ard 45 Than youthful April Mall with all his showers:

Quintus bound, palling on the stage to the place of In summer's drought, I'll drop upon thee still ; execution, and Titus going before, pleading.

In winter with warm tears I'll melt the snow, (EAR me, grave fathers ! noble tribunes, And keep eternal spring-time on thy face, stay!

So thou refuse to drink my dear fons' blood. For pity of mine age, whose youth was spent 501 Enter Lucius, with his sword drawn. In dangerous wars, whilst you securely nept; O reverend tribunes! gentle aged men! For all my blood in Rome's great quarrel shed; Unbind my fons, reverse the doom of death i' For all the frosty nights that I have watch'd; And let me say, that never wept before, And for these bitter tears, which you now see My tears are now prevailing orators. Filling the aged wrinkles in my cheeks;

55 Luc. O, noble father, you lament in vain; Be pitiful to my condemned sons,

The tribunes hear you not, no man is by, Whose souls are not corrupted as 'tis thought ! And you recount your sorrows to a stone. For two and twenty fons I never wept,

Tir. Ah, Lucius, for thy brothers let me plead : Because they died in honour's lofty bed.

Grave tribunes, once more I entreat of you. (Andronicus lietb down, and the Judges pass by bim. 60 Luc. My gracious lord, no tribune hears you For these, these tribunes, in the dust I write

speak. My heart's deep languor, and my soul's sad tears. Tit. Why, 'tis no matter, man: if they did hear, Let my tears Nanch the earth's dry appetite ; They would not mark me; or, if they did mark, My Sons' sweet blood will make it thame and blush.) All bootless unto them, they would not pity me.


Therefore I tell my sorrows to the stones; Here stands my other son, a banith'd man;
Who, though they cannot answer my distress, And here my brother, weeping at my woes :
Yet in some sort they're better than the tribunes, But that, which gives my soul the greatest spurn,
For that they will not intercept my tale :

is dear Lavinia, dearer than my soul.When I do wecp, they humbly at my feet, s Had I but seen thy picture in this plight, Receive my tears, and seem to weep with me; It would have madded me; What shall I do, And, were they but attired in grave weeds, Now I behold thy lovely body fo? Rome could afford no tribune like to these. Thou haft no hands, to wipe away thy tears; A stone is soft as wax, tribunes more hard than Nor tongue, to tell me who hath martyr'd thee: frones :

10 Thy husband he is dead; and, for his death, A stone is filent, and offendeth not;

Thy brothers are condemn'd, and dead by this:-And tribunes with their tongues doom men to death. Look, Marcus ! ah, fon Lucius, look on her! But wherefore stand'ft thouwith thy weapondrawn? When I did name her brothers, then freth tears

Luc. Torescue my two brothers from their death : Stood on her cheeks; as doth the honey dew For which attempt, the judges have pronounc'd 15 Upon a gather'd lily almost wither'd. My everlasting doom of banishment.

Mar. Perchance, Me weeps because they killed Tit. O happy man! they have befriended thee.

her husband : Why, foolith Lucius, dost thou not perceive, Perchance, because she knows them innocent. That Rome is but a wilderness of tygers ?

Tit. If they did kill thy husband, then be joyful, Tygers must prey; and Rome affords no prey, 20 Because the law hath ta'en revenge on them.But me and mine : How happy art thou then, No, no, they would not do so foul a deed; From these devourers to be banished ?

Witness the forrow that their úfter makes. But who comes with our brother Marcus here? Gentle Lavinia, let me kiss thy lips; Enter Marcus and Lavinia.

Or make some figns how I may do thee ease. Mar. Titus, prepare thy noble eyes to weep; 25 Shall thy good uncle, and thy brother Lucius, Or, if not so, thy notic heart to break;

And thou, and I, fit round about some fountain; I bring consuming sorrow to thine age.

Looking all downwards, to behold our cheeks Tit. Will it consume me? let me fee it then. How they are stain'd; like meadows yet not dry Mar. This was thy daughter,

With miry nime left on them by a flood ? Dit. Why, Marcus, lo me is.

30 And in the fountain Mall we gaze so long, Luc. Ah me! this object kills me!

'Till the fresh taste be taken from that clearners, Tit. Faint-hearted boy,arise and look upon her :- And made a brine-pit with our bitter tears? Speak, my Lavinia, what accurled hand

Or shall we cut away our hands, like thine! Hath made thee handless in thy father's light? Or shall we bite our tongues, and in dumb Mows What fool hath added water to the sea?

35 Pass the remainder of our hateful days? Or brought a faggot to bright-burning Troy? What shall we do? Let us, that have our tongues, My grief was at the height, before thou cam'ít, Plot tome device of further misery, And now, like Nilus, it disdaineth bounds.- To make us wonder'd at in time to come. Give me a sword, I'll chop off my hands too; Luc. Sweet father, cease your tears; for, at For they have fought for Rome, and all in vain; 40 your grief, And they have nurs'd this woe, in feeding life;. See, how my wretched gifter sobs and weeps. In bootless prayer have they been held up,

Mar. Patience, dear niece :--good Titus, dry And they have serv'd me to effectless use: Now, all the fervice I require of them

Tit. Ah, Marcus, Marcus! brother, well I wot, Is, that the one will help to cut the other.--- 45 Thy napkin cannot drink a tear of mine, "Tis well, Lavinia, that thou haft no hands; For thou, poor man, haft drown'dit with thine own. For hands, to do Rome service, are but vain. Luc. sih, my Lavinia, I will wipe thy checka.

Luc. Speak, gentle lifter, who hath martyr'd the Tit. Mark, Marcus, mark! I understand her Mar. O, riat delightful engine of her thoughts,

signs : That blab'd them with such pleasing eloquence, 50 Had me a tongue to speak, now she would say Is torn from forth that pretty hollow cage; That to her brother which I said to thee; Where like a sweet melodious bird it sung

His napkin, with his true tears all bewet, Sweet vary'd notes, enchanting every ear! Can do no service on her sorrowful cheeks.

Luc. O, say thou for her, who hath done this deed! o, what a sympathy of woe is this !

Mar. O, thus I found her, straying in the park, 55 As far from help as limbo is from bliss. Secking to hide herself; as doth the deer,

Enter Aaron. That hath receiv'd some unrecuring wound.

Aar. Titus Andronicus, my lord the emperor Tit. It was my deer; and he, that wounded her, Sends thee this word,--That if thou love thy comes Hath hurt me more, than had he kill'd me dead : Let Marcus, Lucius, or thyself, old Titus, For now I stand as one upon a rock,

6o Or any one of you, chop off your hand, Environ'd with a wilderness of sea;

And send it to the king : he for the same, Who marks the waxing tide grow wave by wave, Will send thee hither both thy fons alive; Expecting ever when some envious surge

And that Mall be the ransom for their fault. Will in his brinish bowels 1 x allow him.

Tit. O, gracious emperor! O, gentie Aaron! This way to death my wretched fops are gone; 165 Did ever raven fing so like a lark,

thine eyes.


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