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SCENE II.-The same.

Then, madam, stand resolv'd; but hope withal,

The self-same gods, that arm'd the queen of Troy Enter a Captain and others.

With opportunity of sharp revenge Cap. Romans, make way; the good Andronicus, Upon the Thracian tyrani in his tent, Patron of virtue, Rome's best champion,

May favor Tamora, the queen of Goths, Successful in the battles that he fights,

(When Goths were Goths, and Tamora was queen,) With honor and with fortune is return d,

To quit the bloody wrongs upon her foes. From where he circumscribed with his sword,

Re-enter LUCIUS, QUINTUS, MARTIUS, and MUTIUS, And brought to yoke, the enemies of Rome.

with their Swords bloody. Flourish of Trumpets, &c. Enter Mutics and Luc. See, lord and father, how we have perform'd

MARTITS : after them, two Men bearing a Coffin Our Roman rites: Alarbus' limbs are lopp'd, covereil with black; then Quintus and LUCTUS. And entrails feed the sacrificing fire, After them, Titis ANDRONICus; and then Ta- Whose smoke, like incense, doth perfume the sky. MORA, with ALARBUS, CHIRON, DEMETRIUS, AARON, 'Remaineth naught, but to inter our brethren, and other Goths, prisoners; Soldiers and People, And with loud 'larums welcome them to Rome. following. The Bearers set down the Coffin, and Tit. Let it be so, and let Andronicus Titus speaks.

Make this his latest tarewell to their souls. Tit. Hail, Romc, victorious in thy mourning

[Trumpets.sounded, and the Coffins weeds!

luid in the Tomb. Lo, as the bark that hath discharged her fraught,

In peace and honor rest you here, my sons; Returns with precious lading to the bay,

Rome's readiest champions, repose you here From whence at first she weigh'd her anchorage,

Secure from worldly chances and mishaps ! Cometh Andronicus, bound with laurel boughs,

Here lurks no treason, here no envy swells, To re-salute his country with his tears;

Here grow no damned grudges; here are no storms, Tears of true joy for his return to Rome.

No noise, but silence and eternal sleep: Thou great defender of this Capitol,

Enter LAVINIA. Stand gracious to the rites that we intend!

In peace and honor rest you here, my sons ! Romans, of five and twenty valiant sons,

Lav. In peace and honor live lord Titus long; Half of the number that king Priam had,

My noble lord and father, live in fame! Behold the poor remains, alive, and dead!

Lo! at this tomb my tributary tears These, that survive, let Rome reward with love;

I render, for my brethren's obsequics; These, that I bring unto their latest home,

And at thy feet I kneel with tears of joy With burial amongst their ancestors:

Shed on the earth, for thy return to Rome: Here Goths have given me leave to sheath my sword. O bless me here with thy' victorious hand, Titus, unkind, and careless of thine own,

Whose fortunes Rome's best citizens applaud. Why sutferest thou thy sons, unburied yet,

Tit. Kind Rome, that hast thus lovingly reserv'd To hover on the dreadful shore of Styx ?

The cordial otmine age to glad my heart ! Make way to lay them by their brethren.

Lavinia, live; outlive thy father's days,

[The Tomb is opened. And fame's eternal date, for virtue's praise ! There greet in silence, as the dead are wont, And slecp in peace, slain in your country's wars !

Enter MARCUS ANDRONICUS, SATURNINCS, BASSI• O sacred receptacle of my joys,

ANU'S, and others. Sweet cell of virtue and nobility,

Marc. Long live lord Titus, my beloved brother, How many sons of mine hast thou in store, Gracious triumpher in the eyes of Rome! That thou wilt never render to me more!

Tit.Thanks, gentle tribune noble brother Marcus. Luc. Give us the proudest prisoner of the Goths, Marc. And welcome, nephews, from successful That we may hew his limbs, and, on a pile,

wars, Ad manes fratrum sacrifice his flesh,

You that survive, and you that sleep in fame. Before this earthly prison of their bones;

Fair Jords, your fortunes are alike in all, That so the shadows be not unappeas'd,

That in your country's service drew your swords: Nor we disturb'd with prodigies on earth.3

But safer triumph is this funeral pomp, Tit. I give him you; the noblest that survives, That hath aspir'd to Solon's happiness, The eldest son of this distressed queen.

And triumphs over chance, in honor's bed.Tam. Stay, Roman brethren ;-Gracious con- Titus Andronicus, the people of Rome, queror,

Whose friend in justice thou hast ever been, Victorious Titus, rue the tears I shed,

Send thee by me, their tribune, and their trust, A mother's tears in passion for her son:

This parliamento of white and spotless hue; And, if thy sons were ever dear to thee,

And name thee in election for the empire, 0, think my son to be as dear to me.

With these our late-deceased emperor's sons: Sútticeth not, that we are brought to Rome,

Be candidatus then, and put it on, To beautify thy triumphs, and return,

And help to set a head on headless Rome. Captive to thee, and to thy Roman yoke;

Tit. A better head her glorious body fits, But must my sons be slaughter'd in the streets, Than his that shakes for age and feebleness: For valiant doings in their country's cause? What! should I don? this robe, and trouble you? 0! if to fight for king and common-weal

Be chosen with proclamations to-day; Were piety in thine, it is in these.

To-morrow yield up rule, resign my life, Andronicus, stain not thy tomb with blood: And set abroad new business for you all? Wilt thou draw near the nature of the gods? Rome, I have been thy soldier forty years, Draw near them then in being merciful:

And led my country's strength successfully, Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge;

And buried one-and-twenty valiant sons, Thrice noble Titus, spare my first-born son. Knighted in tield, slain manfully in arms,

Tit. Patient yourself, madam, and pardon me. In right and service of their noble country: These are heir brethren, whom you Goths beheld Give me a staff of honor for mine age, Alive, ana dead; and for their brethren slain, But not a sceptre to control the world: Religiously they ask a sacrifice:

Upright he held it, lords, that held it last. To this your son is mark'd; and die he must, Marc. Titus,thou shalt obtain and ask the empery To appease their groaning shadows that are gone. Sat. Proud and ambitious tribune, canst thou Luc. Away with him! and make a fire straight;

tell ?And with our swords, upon a pile of wood,

Tit. Patience, prince Saturnine. Let's hew his limbs, till they be clean consumed. Sat.

Romans, do me right; [Exeunt Lucius, QUINTUS, Martius, Patricians, draw your swords, and sheath them not and Mutius, with ALARBUS.

Till Saturninus be Rome's emperor :Tam. () cruel, irreligious piety!

Andronicus, 'would thou wert shipp'd to hell, Chi. Was ever Scythia half so barbarous ? Rather than rob me of the people's hearts.

Dem. Oppose not Scythia to ambitious Rome. Luc. Proud Saturnine, interrupter of the good Alarbus goes to rest; and we survive

That noble-minded Titus means to thee! To tremble under Titus' threatening look.

The maxim alluded to is, that no man can bu pro • It was supposed that the ghosts of unburied people nounced happy before his death. appeared to solícit the rites of fuperal. • Suffering. * A robe.

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Tit. Content thee, prince; I will restore to thee Mut. Brothers, help to convey her hence away, The people's hearts, and wean them from them- And with my sword I'll keep this door safe. selves.

(Exeunt LUCIUS, QUINTUS, and MARTITS Bas. Andronicus. I do not flatter thee,

T'it. Follow, my lord, and I'll soon bring her back But honor thee, and will do till I die;

Mut. My lord, you pass not here. My faction, if thou strengthen with thy friends, Tit.

What, villain boy I will most thankful be: and thanks, to men Barr'st me my way in Rome? [Titus kills MUTIUS. Of noble minds, is honorable meed.


Help, Lucius, help. Tit. People of Rome, and people's tribunes here, I ask your voices, and your suffrages;

Re-enter Lucics. Will you bestow them friendly on Andronicus ? Luc. My lord, you are unjust; and, more than so Trib. To gratify the good Andronicus,

In wrongful quarrel you have slain your son. And gratulate his safe return to Rome,

Tit. Nor thou, nor he, are any sons of mine: The people will accept whom he admits.

My sons would never so dishonor me: Til. Tribunes, I thank you: and this suit I Traitor, restore Lavinia to the emperor. make,

Luc. Dead, if you will: but not to be his wife, That you create your emperor's eldest son, That is another's lawful promis'd love. (Erit Lord Saturnine; whose virtues will, I hope,

Sat. No, Titus, no; the emperor needs her not, Reflect on Rome, as Titan's rays on earth, Not her, nor thee, nor any ot'thy stock: And ripen justice in this common-weal:

I'll trust, by leisure, him that mocks me once ; Then if you will elect by my advice,

Thee never, nor thy traitorous haughty sons, Crown him, and say,- Long live our emperor! Confederates all thus to dishonor me.

Mure. With voices and applause of every sort, Was there none else in Rome to make a stalel of, Patricians, and plebeians, we create

But Saturnine? Full well, Andronicus, Lord Saturninus Rome's great emperor;

Agree these deeds with that proud brag of thine, And say,-Long live our emperor Saturnine ! That said'st, I begg’d the empire at thy hands,

(A long Flourish. Tit. () monstrous! what reproachful words are Sat. Titus Andronicus, for thy favors done

these? To us in our election this day,

Sat. But, go thy ways; go,give thatchanging piece I give thee thanks in part of thy deserts,

To him that flourish'd for her with his sword: And will with deeds requite thy gentleness:

A valiant son-in-law thou shalt enjoy ; And, for an onset, Titus, to advance

One fit to bandy with thy lawless sons, Thiy name, and honorable family,

To ruffle? in the commonwealth of Rome. Lavinia will I make my emperess,

Tit. These words are razors to my wounded heart. Rome's royal mistress, mistress of my heart,

Sat. And therefore, lovely Tamora, queen of And in the sacred Pantheon her espouse :

Goths,Tell me, Andronicus, doth this motion please That, like the stately Phæbe 'mongst her nymphs, thee!

Dost overshine the gallant'st dames of Rome,Tit. It doth, my worthy lord; and, in this match,

If thou be pleas'd with this my sudden choice, I hold me highly honor'd of your grace:

Behold, I choose thee, Tamora, for my bride, And here, in sight of Rome, io Saturnine

And will create thee emperess of Rome. King and commander of our common-weal,

Speak, queen of Goths, dost thou applaud my The wide world's emperor-do I consecrate

choice ? My sword, my chariot, and my prisoners;

And here I swear by all the Roman gods,Presents well worthy Rome's imperial lord:

Sith priest and holy water are so near, Receive them then, the tribute that I owe,

And ta pers burn so bright, and every thing Mine honor's ensigns humbled at thy feet.

In readiness for Hymneneus stand, Sat. Thanks, noble Titus, father of my life!

I will not re-salute the streets of Rome, How proud I am of thee, and of thy gifts,

Or climb my palace, till from forth this place Rome shall record; and, when I do forget

I lead espous'd my bride along with me. The least of these unspeakable deserts,

Tam. And here, in sight of heaven, to Rome I Romans, forget your tealty to me.

swear, Til. Now, madam, are you prisoner to an em

If Saturnine advance the queen of Goths, peror;


She will a handmaid be to his desires, To him, that for your honor and your state,

A loving nurse, a mother to his youth. Will use you nobly, and your followers.

Sat. Ascend, fair qucen, Pantheon :-Lords, acSat. A goodly lady, trust me; of the hue

company That I would choose, were I to choose anew.

Your noble emperor, and his lovely bride, Clear up, fair queen, that cloudy countenance;

Sent by the heavens for prince Saturnine, Though chance of war hath wrought this change Whose wisdom hath her fortune conquerd: of cheer,

There shall we cónsummate our spousal rites. Thou com'st not to be made a scorn in Rome:

(Exeunt SATRRNINUS, and his Followers; TAPrincely shall be thy usage every way.

MORA, and her Sons ; A ARON, and Goths. Rest on my word, and let not discontent

Tit. I am not bid3 to wait upon this bride ;Daunt all your hopes; Madam, be comforts you, Titus, when wert thou wont to walk alone, Can make you greater than the queen of Goths.

Dishonor'd thus, and challenged of wrongs? Lavinia, you are not displeasd with this?

Re-enter Marcus, Lucius, QUINTUS, and MARTIUS Lav. Not I, my lord: sith true nobility Warrants these words in princely courtesy.

Marc. 0, Titus, see, O see, what thou hast done Sat. Thanks, sweet Lavinia.--Romans, let us go:

In a bad quarrel slain a virtuous son. Ransomless here we set our prisoners free:

Tit. No, foolish tribune, no: no son of mine, Proclaim our honors, lords, with trump and drum.

Nor thou, nor these confederates in the deed Bus. Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is mine.

That hath dishonor'd all our family ;

(Seizing Lavinia Unworthy brother, and unworthy sons! Tit. How, sir? Are you in earnest then, my lord? Give Mutius burial with our brethren.

Luc. But let us give him burial, as becomes, Bas. Ay, noble Tirus; and resolv'd withal,

Tit. Traitors, away! he rests not in this tomb To do myself this reason and this right.

This monument five hundred years hath stood, [The Emperor courts TAMORA in dumb show. Which I have sumptuously re-editied: Marc. Suum cuique is our Roman justice: Here none but soldiers, and Rome's servitors, This prince in justice seizeth but his own.

Repose in fame; none basely slain in brawls Luc. And that he will, and shall, it Lucius live. Bury him where you can, he comes not here. Tit. Traitors, avaunt! Where is the emperor's Marc. My lord, this is impiety in you: guard?

My nephew Mutius' deeds do plead for him; Treason, my lord; Lavinia is surprised.

He must be buried with his brethren. Sat. Surprised! by whom?

Quin. Mart. And shall, or him we willaccompany. Bas.

By him that justly may Tit. And shall? What villain was it spoke that Bear his betroth'd from all the world away.

word? (EX. MARCUS and BassiaNUs, with LAVINIA. Quin. He that would vouch't in any place but here.

• Since. • Axalking-horse. 9 A ruffler was a bully. • Invited

The sun.

Tit. What! would you bury him in my despite ? 'Tis thou, and those, that have dishonor'd me: Marc. No, noble Títus; but entreat of thee Rome and the righteous heavens be my judge, To pardon Mutius, and to bury him.

How I have lov'd and honor'd Saturnine ! Tu.Marcus, even thou hast struck upon my crest, Tam. My worthy lord, if ever Tamora And, with these boys, mine honor thou hast Were gracious in those princely eyes of thine, wounded:

Then hear me speak indiflerently for all; My foes I do repute you every one;

And at my suit, sweet, pardon what is past. So trouble me no more, but get you gone.

Sat. What! madam! be dishonor'd openly, Murc. He is not with himself; let us withdraw. And basely put it up without revenge! Quin. Not I, till Mulius' bones be buried.

Tam. Not so, my lord: The gods of Rome fore. [MARCL's and the Sons of Titus kneel.

fend, 4 Marc. Broiher, for in that name doth nature I should be author to dishonor you! plead.

But, on mine honor, dare I undertake Quin. Father, and in that name doth nature For good lord Titus innocence in all, speak.

Whose fury, not dissembled, speaks his griefs : Tit. Speak thou no more, if all the rest will speed. Then, at my suit, look graciously on him; Marc. Renowned Titus, more than half my Lose not so noble a friend on vain suppose, soul,

Nor with sour looks afflict his gentle heart.Luc. Dear father, soul and substance of us all,- My lord, be rul'd hy me, be won at last, Marc. Suller thy brother Marcus to inter

Dissemble all your griefs and discontents: His noble nephew here in virtue's nest,

You are but newly planted in your throne: That died in honor and Lavinia's cause.

Lest then the people and patricians too, Thou art a Roman, be not barbarous.

Upon a just survey, take Titus' part, The Greeks, upon advice, did bury Ajax,

And so supplant us for ingratitude, That slew himself; and wise Laërtes' son

(Which Rome reputes to be a heinous sin,) Did graciously plead for his funerals.

Yield at entreats, and then let me alone:

Aside. Let not young Mutius then, that was thy joy, I'll find a day to massacre them all, Be barr'd his entrance here.

And raze their faction, and their family, Tit.

Rise, Marcus, rise :- The cruel father, and his traitorous sons, The dismal'st day is this that e'er I saw,

To whom I sued for my dear son's lite; To be dishonor'd by my sons in Rome!-

And make them know, what 'tis to let a Well, bury him, and bury me the next.

queen (Mutics is put into the Tomb. Kneel in the streets, and beg for grace in Luc. There lie thy bones, sweet Mutius, with thy

vain. friends,

Come, come, sweet emperor,-come, Andronicus, Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomb!

Take up this good old man, and cheer the heart All. No man shed tears for noble Mutius: That dies in tempest of thy angry frown. He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause.

Sat. Rise, Titus, rise; my empress hath prevail'd. Marc. My lord,-to step out of these dreary Tit. I thank your majesty, and her, my lord : dumps,

These words, these looks, infuse new live in me. How comes it, that the subtle queen of Goths

Tam. Titus, I am incorporate in Rome,
Is of a sudden thus advanced in Rome?

A Roman now adopted happily,
Tit. I know not, Marcus; but, I know, it is; And must advise the emperor for his good.
Whether by device or no, the heavens can tell: This day all quarrels die, Andronicus;
Is she not then beholden to the man

And let it be mine honor, good my lord,
That brought her for this high good turn so far? That I have reconciled your friends and you.
Yes, and will nobly him remunerate.

For you, prince Bassianus, I have pass'd

My word and promise to the emperor, Flourish. Re-enter, at one sile, SATURNINUs, at. That you will be more mild and tractable.tendeil; TAMORA, CHIRON, DEMETRIUS, and

And fear not, lords,--and you, Lavinia ;AARON: at the other, BASSIANUS, LAVINIA, and

By my advice, all humbled on your knees, others.

You shall ask pardon of his majesty. Sat. So, Bassianus, you have play'd your prize; Luc. We do, and vow to heaven and to his highGod give you joy, sir, of your gallant bride.

ness, Bas. And you of yours, my lord: I say no more, That, what we did, was mildly, as we might, Nor wish no less; and so I take my leave.

Tend'ring our sister's honor, and our own. Sat. Traitor, if Rome have law, or we have power, Marc. That on mine honor here I do protest. Thou and thy faction shall repent this rape.

Sat. Away, and talk not; trouble us no more.Bas. Rape, call you it, my lord, to seize my own, Tam. Nay, nay, sweet emperor, we must all be My true-betrothed love, and now my wite?

friends: But let the laws of Rome determine all:

The tribune and his nephews kneel for grace; Meanwhile I am possessid of that is mine.

I will not be denied. Sweet heart, look back. Sat. 'Tis good, sir: You are very short with us; Sat. Marcus, for thy sake, and thy brother's here, But, it' we live, we'll be as sharp with you.

And at my lovely Tamora's entreats,
Bas. My lord, what I have done, as best I may, I do remit these young men's heinous faults.
Answer I must, and shall do with my life.

Stand up.
Only thus much I give your grace to know, Lavinia, though you left me like a churl,
By all the duties that I owe to Rome,

I found a friend; and sure as death I swore,
This noble gentleman, lord Titus here,

I would not part a bachelor from the priest. Is in opinion, and in honor wrong'd;

Come, if the emperor's court can feast two brides, That, in the rescue of Lavinia,

You are my guest, Lavinia, and your friends; With his own hand did slay his youngest son, This day shall be a love-day, Tamora. In zeal to you, and highly mov'd to wrath

Tit. Tomorrow, an it please your majesty, To be controll'd in that he frankly gave:

To hunt the panther and the hart with me, Receive him then to favor, Saturnine;

With horn and hound, we'll give your grace bonjour. That hath express'd himself, in all his deeds,

Sat. Be it so, Titus, and gramercy too. A father, and a friend, to thee, and Rome.

(E.reunt. Tit. Prince Bassianus, leave to plead my deeds;

• Forbid.


or so

SCENE I.- Before the Palace.

Dem. Youngling, learn thou to make somo Enter AARON.

meaner choice;

Lavinia is thine elder brother's hope. Aar. Now climbeth Tamora Olympus' top,

Aar. Why, are ye mad? or know ye not, in Rome Safe out of fortune's shot: and sits aloft,

How furious and impatient they be, Secure of thunder's crack, or lightning's flash;

And cannot brook competitors in love? Advanced above pale envy's threat'ning reach.

I tell you, lords, you do but plot your deaths As when the golden sun salutes the morn,

By this device. And, having gilt the ocean with his beams,


Aaron, a thousand deaths Gallops the zodiac in his glistering coach,

Would I propose, to achieve her whom I love And overlooks the highest-peering hills;

Aur. To achieve her!-How? So Tamora.


Why mak'st thou it so strange! Upon her wit doth earthly honor wait,

She is a woman, therefore may be wood; And virtue stoops and trembles at her frown.

She is a woman, therefore may be won; Then, Aaron, arm thy heart, and fit thy thoughts

She is Lavinia, therefore musi be lov'd.
To mount aloit with thy imperial mistress,

What, man! more water glideth by the mill
And mount her pitch; whom thou in triumph long Than wots the miller of; and easy it is
Hast prisoner held, fetter'd in amorous chain,

Of a cut loat to steal a shive, we know:
And faster bound to Aaron's charming eyes, Though Bassianus be the emperor's brother,
Than is Prometheus tied to Caucasus.

Better than he have yet worn Vulcan's badge. Away with slavish weeds, and idle thoughts!

Aar. Ay, and as good as Saturninus may. I will be bright, and shine in pearl and gold,

(Aside. To wait upon this new-made em peress.

Dem. Then why should he despair, that knows To wait, said I? to wanton with this queen,

to court it This goddess, this Semiramis;-this queen,

With words, fair looks, and liberality? This syren, that will charm Rome's Saturnine,

What! hast thou not full often struck a doe, And see his shipwreck, and his common-weal's. And borne her cleanly by the keeper's nose? Holla! what storm is this?

Aar. Why, then, it seems, some certain snatch Enter Chiron and DEMETRICS, braving.

Would serve your turns. Dem. Chiron, thy years want wit, thy wit wants Chi.

Ay, so the turn were serv'd. edge,

Dem. Aaron, thou hast hit it. And manners, to intrude where I am graced;


'Would you had hit it too And may, for aught thou know'st, affected be.

Then should not we be tir'd with this ado. Chi. Demetrius, thou dost overween in all;

Why, hark ye, hark ye,- And are you such fools, And so in this to bear me down with braves.

To squares for this? Would it offend you then 'Tis not the difference of a year, or two,

That both should speed ? Makes me less gracious, thee more fortunate:


I'faith, not me. I am as able, and as fit as thou,


Nor me, To serve, and to deserve my mistress' grace;

So I were one. And that my sword upon thee shall approve,

Aar. For shame, be friends; and join for that And plead my passions for Lavinia's love.

you jar. Aar. Clubs! clubs! these lovers will not keep 'Tis policy and stratagem must do the peace.

That you ailect; and so must you resolve; Dem. Why, boy, although our mother, unadvis'd, That what you cannot, as you would, achieve, Gave you a dancing-ra pier by your side,

You must perforce accomplish as you may. Are you so desperate grown, to threat your friends? | Take this of me, Lucrece was not more chaste Go to; have your lath glued within your sheath, Than this Lavinia, Bassianus' love. Till you know better how to handle it.

A speedier course than lingering languishment Chi. Meanwhile, sir, with the little skill I have,

Must we pursue, and I have found the path.
Full well shalt thou perceive how much I dare. My lords, a solemn hunting is in hand;
Dem. Ay, boy, grow ye so brave? [They draw. There will the lovely Roman ladies troop:

Why, how now, lords? | The forest walks are wide and spacious;
So near the emperor's palace dare you draw, And many unfrequented plots there are,
And maintain such a quarrel openly?

Fitted by kind9 for rape and villany: Full well I wote the ground of all this grudge;

Single you thither then this dainty doe, I would not for a million of gold,

And strike her home by force, if not by words: The case were known to them it most concerns:

This way, or not at all, stand you in hope. Nor would your noble mother, for much more,

Come, come, our empress, with her sacred' wit, Be so dishonor'd in the court of Rome.

To villany and vengcance consecrate,
For shame, put up.

Will we acquaint with all that we intend;
Not I; till I have sheath'd

And she shall tile our engines with advice,
My rapier in his bosom, and withal,

That will not suffer you to square yourselves, Thrust these reproachful speeches down his throat, But to your wishes' height advance you both. That he hath breath'd in my dishonor here.

The emperor's court is like the house of fame, Chi. For that I am prepar'd and full resolv'd.

The palace full of tongues, of cyes, of ears: Foul-spoken coward, that thunder'st with thy The woods are ruthless, dreadful, deat, and dull; tongue,

There speak, and strike, brave boys, and take your And with thy weapon nothing darst perform.

turns : Aar. Away, I say.

There serve your lust, shadow'd from heaven's eye, Now by the gods, that warlike Goths adore, And revel in Lavinia's treasury. This petty brabble will undo us all.

Chi. Thy counsel, lad, smells of no cowardice. Why, lords,-and think you not how dangerous

Dem. Sit fas aut nefas, till I find the stream It is to jut upon a prince's right?

To cool this heat, a charm to calm these fits,
What, is Lavinia then become so loose,
Or Bassianus so degenerate,

Per Styga, per manes vehor.

[Excunt. That for her love such quarrels may be broach'd, SCENE II.-A Forest near Rome. A Lodge seen Without controlment, justice, or revenge?

at a distance. Horns and Cry of Hounils heard Young lords, beware!-an should the empress know This discord's ground, the music would not please. Enter. Titus ANDRONICUS, with Hunters, fc. Chi. I care not, I, knew she and all the world;

MARCUS, LuciuS, QUINTCS, and Martics. I love Lavinia more than all the world.

| Tit. The hunt is up, the morn is bright and grey This was the usual outcry for assistance, when any

· Slice.
: Quarrel.

9 By natura riot in the street happened.

• Know. 1 Sacred here signifies accursed ; a Latinism.

The fields are fragrant, and the woods are green: And give the king this fatal-plotted scroll:
Uncouple here, and let us make a bay,

Now question me no more, we are espied;
And wake the emperor and his lovely bride, Here comes a parceli of our hopeful booty,
And rouse the prince; and ring a hunter's peal, Which dreads not yet their lives' destruction.
That all the court may echo with the noise.

Tam. Ah, my sweet Moor, swecter to me than Sons, let it be your charge, as it is ours,

lite! To tend the emperor's person carefully:

Aar. No more, great empress, Bassianus comes : I have been troubled in my sleep this night, Be cross with him; and I'll go fetch thy sons But dawning day new comfort hath inspir’d. To back thy quarrels, whatso'er they be. [Exit. Horns wind a Peal. Enter SATURNINUS, TAMORA,

Enter BASSIANUS and LAVINIA. BASSIANTS, LAVINIA, Chiron, DEMETRIUS, and Bas. Who have we here? Rome's royal empress, Attendants.

Unfurnish'd of her well-beseeming troop?
Tit. Many good-morrows to your majesty ;- Or is it Dian, habited like her;
Madam, to you as many and as good!

Who hath abandoned her holy groves,
I promised your grace a hunter's peal.

To see the general hunting in this forest? Sat. And you have rung it lustily, my lords,

Tam. Saucy controller of our private steps? Somewhat too early for new-married ladies. Had I the power, that, some say, Dian had, Bas. Lavinia, how say you?

Thy temples should be planted presently Lav.

I say, no;

With horns, as was Actæon's; and the hounds I have been broad awake two hours and more.

Should drive upon thy new-transformed limbs, Sat. Come on then, horse and chariots let us have, Unmannerly intruder as thou art! And to our sport :-Madam, now shall ye see

Lav. Under your patience, gentle emperess, Our Roman hunting.

[ TO TAMORA. 'Tis thought you have a goodly gift in horning; Marc. I have dogs, my lord,

And to be doubted, that your Moor and you Will rouse the proudest panther in the chase,

Are singled forth to try experiments: And climb the highest promontory top.

Jove shield your husband from his hounds to-day!
Tit. And I have horse will follow where the game 'Tis pity they should take him for a stag:
Makes way, and run like swallows o'er the plain. Bas. Believe me, queen, your swarth Cimmerian
Dem. Chiron, we hunt not, we, with horse nor Doth make your honor of his body's hue,

Spotted, detested, and abominable.
But hope to plucka dainty doe to ground. [Exeunt. Why are you sequester'd from all your train

Dismounted from your snow-white goodly stoed,

And wander'd hither to an obscure plot,
SCENE III.- A desert Part of the Forest.

Accompanied with a barbarous Moor,
Enter A ARON, with a Bag of Gold.

If foul desire had not conducted you?
Aar. He that had wit would think that I had none,

Lar. And, being intercepted in your sport, To bury so much gold under a tree,

Great reason that my noble lord be rated And never after to inherit2 it.

For sauciness.-I pray you, let us hence, Let him, that thinks of me so abjectly,

And let her 'joy her raven-color'd love; Know, that this gold must coin a stratagem;

This valley tits the purpose passing well. Which, cunningly eflected, will beget

Bus. The king, my brother, shall have note of A very excellent piece of villany;

this. And so repose, swect gold, for their unrest,3

Lav. Ay, for these slips have made him noted

[Hides the Gold. long: That have their alms out of the empress chest.

Good king! to be so mightily abused!

Tam. Why have I patience to endure all this? Enter TAMORA.

Enter Chiron and DEMETRIUS. Tam. My lovely Aaron, wherefore look'st thou sad,

Dem. How now, dear sovereign, and our graWhen every thing doth make a gleeful boast ?

cious mother, The birds chaunt melody on every bush;

Why doth your highness look so pale and wan? The snake lies rolled in ihe cheerful sun;

Tam. Have I not reason, think you, to look pale? The green leaves quiver with the cooling wind,

These two have 'ticed me hither to this place, And make a checquer'd shadow on the ground:

A barren, detested vale, you see, it is : Under their sweet shade, Aaron, let us sit,

The trees, though summer, yet forlorn and lean, And-whilst the babbling echo mocks the hounds,

O'ercome with moss, and banetul mistletoe. Replying shrilly to the well-tuned horns,

Here never shines the sun; here nothing breeds, As it a double hunt were heard at once,

Unless the nightly owl, or fatal raven. Let us sit down, and mark their yelling noise :

And when they show'd me this abhorred pit, And-after contlict, such as was suppos'd

They told me here, at dead time of the night, The wandering prince of Dido once enjoy'd,

A thousand fiends, a thousand hissing snakes, When with a happy storm they were surpris'd,

Ten thousand swelling toads, as many urchins, And curtain'd with a counsel-keeping cave,

Would make such fearful and confused cries, We may, each wreathed in the other's arms,

As any mortal body, hearing it, Our pastimes done, possess a golden slumber;

Should straight fall mad, or else die suddenly. Whiles hounds, and horns, and sweet melodious No sooner bad they told this hellish tale, birds,

But straight they told me they would bind me here Be unto us, as is a nurse's song

Unto the body of a dismal yew; Of lullaby, to bring her babe asleep.

And leave me to this miserable death. Aur. Madam, though Venns govern your desires, And then they call’d me toul adulteress, Saturn is dominator over mine:

Lascivious Goth, and all the bitterest terms What siguilies my deadly-standing eye,

That ever ear did hear to such etlect. My silence, and my cloudy melancholy ?.

And, had you not by wondrous fortune come, My dlecce of woolly hair that now uncurls,

This vengcance on me had they executed : Even as an adder, when she doth unroll

Revenge it, as you love your mother's life, To do some fatal execution?

Or be ye not henceforth call'd my children. No, madam, these are no venereal signs;

Dem. This is a witness that I am thy son. Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand,

[Slabš BASSIANUS. Blood and revenge are hammering in my head.

Chi. And this for me, struck home to show my Hark, Tamora,—the empress of my soul,


(Stabbing him likewise. Which never hopes more heaven than rests in

Lav. Ay, come, Semiramis, liay, barbarous thee,

Tamora! This is the day of doom for Bassianus;

For no name fits thy nature but thy own! His Philomelt must lose her tongue to-day:

Tam. Give me thy poniard; you shall know, my Thy sons inake pillage of her chastity,

boys, And wash their hands in Bassianus' blood.

Your mother's hand shall right your mother's Seest thou this letter ? take it up, I pray thee,


Dem. Stay, madam, here is more belongs to her: • Possess,

· Disquiet. • See Ovid's Metamorphoses, book vi.


• Hedge hogy.

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