Lav. O Tamora, thou bear'ft a woman's face Tam. I will not hear her speak; away with her! Lav. Sweet Lords, intreat her hear me but a word Dem. Liften, fair Madam, let it be your glory To fee her tears; but be your heart to them, As unrelenting flints to drops of rain. Lav. When did the tyger's young ones teach the dam? O do not teach her wrath, she taught it thee. The milk thou fuck'dit from her did turn to marble; Yet every mother breeds not fons alike; Do thou intreat her, fhew a woman pity. Chi. What! would't thou have me prove my self a baftard? Lav. 'Tis true, the raven doth not hatch a lark: Yet have I heard, (O could I find it now!) The lion, mov'd with pity, did endure To have his princely paws par'd all away. Some fay, that ravens fofter forlorn children, The whilft their own birds famish in their nefts: Oh be to me, tho' thy hard heart fay no, Nothing fo kind, but fomething pitiful. Tam. I know not what it means; away with her. Lav. Oh let me teach thee for my father's fake, (That gave thee life, when well he might have flain thee) Be not obdurate, open thy deaf ears. Tam. Hadft thou in perfon ne'er offended me, Remember, boys, I pour'd forth tears in vain, Poor I was flain when Baffianus dy'd. Tam. What begg'ft thou then? fond woman, let me go. Lav. 'Tis prefent death I beg, and one thing more, That womanhood denies my tongue to tell : O keep me from their worse-than-killing lust, And And tumble me into fome loathfome pit, Tam. So fhould I rob my fweet fons of their fee. Dem. Away! for thou haft ftaid us here too long. Lav. No grace? no womanhood? ah beaftly creature! The blot and enemy of our general name! Confufion fall Chi. Nay, then I'll ftop your mouth husband: bring thou her [Dragging off Lavinia. This is the hole where Aaron bid us hide him. [Exeunt. Tam. Farewel, my fons; fee that ye make her fure. Ne'er let my heart know merry cheer indeed, 'Till all th' Andronici be made away. Now will I hence to seek my lovely Moor, And let my fpleenful fons this trull deflour. [Exit. SCENE VI. Enter Aaron with Quintus and Marcus. Aar. Come on, my Lords, the better foot before Strait will I bring you to the loathfome pit, Where I efpied the Panther faft afleep. Quin. My fight is very dull, whate'er it bodes. Mar. And mine, I promise you; were't not for shame, Well could I leave our fport to flcep a while. [Marcus falls into the pit. Quin. What, art thou fall'n? what fubtle hole is this, Whofe mouth is cover'd with rude-growing briars, Upon whofe leaves are drops of new-fhed blood, Speak, brother, haft thou hurt thee with the fall? That he thereby may have a likely guess, SCENE VII. [Exit Aaron. Mar. Why doft not comfort me, and help me out From From this unhallow'd and blood-ftained hole? Mar. Lord Baffianus lyes embrewed here, As hateful as Cocytus' mifty mouth. Quin. Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee out; Or wanting ftrength to do thee fo much good, I may be pluck'd into the fwallowing womb Of this deep pit, poor Baffianus' grave. I have no ftrength to pluck thee to the brink. Mar. And I no ftrength to climb without thy help. Thou canst not come to me, I come to thee. And what he is that now is leap'd into't. Into this gaping hollow of the earth? Sat. My brother dead? I know thou dost but jest : Upon the north-fide of this pleasant chase; 'Tis not an hour fince I left him there. Mar. We know not where you left him all alive, But out, alas, bere have we found him dead. Enter Tamora, Andronicus, and Lucius. Tam. Where is my Lord the King? Sat. Here, Tamora, though griev'd with killing grief. Tam. Where is thy brother Baffianus? Sat. Now to the bottom doft thou search my wound ; Poor Baffianus here lyes murthered, Tam. Then all too late I bring this fatal writ, The complot of this timeless tragedy; And wonder greatly that man's face can fold In pleafing fmiles fuch murderous tyranny. [She giveth Saturninus a letter, Saturninus reads the letter. An if we miss to meet bim bandfomely, Which over-fhades the mouth of that fame pit, Do this, and purchase us thy lafting friends. Sat. Oh Tamora, was ever heard the like? Aar. My gracious Lord, here is the bag of gold. There let them bide until we have devis'd [To Titus. Some Some never heard-of torturing pain for them. Tam. What, are they in this pit? oh wondrous thing!! How eafily murder is discovered! Tit. High Emperor, upon my feeble knee Sat. Thou shalt not bail them: fee thou follow me plain; For, by my foul, were there worse end than death, That end upon them should be executed. Tam. Andronicus, I will entreat the King; Fear not thy fons, they shall do well enough. Tit. Come, Lucius, come, ftay not to talk with them. SCENE IX. [Exeunt. Enter Demetrius and Chiron, with Lavinia, ber bands Dem. See how with figns and tokens the can scrowle. Chi. If 'twere my cafe, I fhould go hang my self. Dem. If thou hadft hands to help thee knit the cord. [Exeunt SCENE X. Enter Marcus to Lavinia. Mar. Who's this, my niece, that flies away fo faft? Coufin, a word; where is your husband ? say: If |