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Mar. Ay, that's my boy! thy father hath full oft, For this ungrateful country done the like.

Boy. And, uncle, so will I, an if I live.

Tit. Come, go with me into my arınoury.
Lucius, I'll fit thee ; and withal, my boy
Shall carry from me to the emperess' fons
Presents, that I intend to send them both.
Come, come, thou'll do my message, wilt thou not?

Boy. Ay, with my dagger in their bosom, grandfire.
Tit. No, boy, not fo; I'll teach thee another

Lavinia, come ; Marcus, look to my house;
Lucius and I'll go brave it at the court,
Ay, marry, will we, sir ; and we'll be waited on.

Mar. O heavens, can you hear a good man groan,
And not relent, or not compassionate him?
Marcus, attend him in his ecstasy,
That hath more scars of sorrow in his heart,
Than foe-men's marks upon his batter'd shield;
But yet so just, that he will not revenge ;
Revenge the heavens for old Andronicus ! [Exit.



Revenge the beauins) We should read,

Revenge thee, beavens!. It should be,

Revenge, ye Heavens ! 16 was by the transcriber taken for j", the.




Changes to the palace. Enter Aaron, Chiron, and Demetrius at one door: and

at another door young Lucius and another, with a bundle of weapons, and verses writ upon them.

Cbi. Demetrius, here's the son of Lucius; He hath some message to deliver to us. Aar. Ay, some mad message from his mad grand,

facher. Buy. My lords, with all the humbleness I may, I greet your honours from Andronicus, And pray the Roman Gods, confound you both.

Dem. Gramercy, lovely Lucius, what's the news?

Boy. That you are both decypher'd(that's the news)
For villains mark'd with rape. May it please you,
My grandfire well-advis'd hath sent by me
The goodliest weapons of his armoury,
To gratify your honourable youth,
The hope of Rome ; for so he bade me say :
And so I do, and vith his gifts present
Your lord ships, that whenever you have need,
You may be armed and appointed well.
And so I leave you both, like bloody villains, [Exit.
Dem. What's here, a scroll, and written round

Let's see,
Integer vitæ, scelerisque purus,
Non eget Mauri jaculis nec arcu :

Chi. O, 'tis a verse in Horace, I know it well :
I read it in the Grammar long ago.
Aar. Ay, just ;-a verse in Horace-right, you
have it


Now, what a thing it is to be an ass? ร
Here's no fond jest: the old man hath found

their guilt,
And sends the weapons wrapp'd about with

lines, That wound, beyond their feeling, to the {{Afde.

But were our witty emperess well a-foot,
She would applaud Andronicus' conceit:
But let her rest in her unrest a while,
And now, young lords, was’t not a happy ftar
Led us to Rome strangers, and more than fo,
Captives, to be advanced to this height ?
It did me good before the palace-gate
To brave the tribune in his brother's hearing.

Dem. But me more good to see so great a lord
Bafely insinuate, and send us gifts.

Aar. Had he not reason, lord Demetrius ? Did you not use his daughter very friendly?

Dem. I would, we had a thousand Roman dames At such a bay, by turn to serve our luit.

Cbi. A charitable wish, and full of love.
Aar. Here lacketh but your mother to say Amen.
Chi. And that would the for twenty thousand more,

Dem. Come, let us go, and pray to all the Gods
For our beloved mother in her pains.
Aar. Pray to the devils; the Gods have given us

[Alide. Flourish.
Dem. Why do the emperor's trumpets flourilh thus?
Chi. Belike, for joy the emperor bath a son,
Dem. Soft, who comes here?

Enter Nurse, with a Black-a-moor Child.
Nurse. Good-morrow, lords :
O, tell me, did you see Aaron the Moor?
Aar. Well. More or less, or ne'er a whit at all.


Here Aaron is, and what with Aaron now?

Nur. O gentle Aaron, we are all undone : Now help, or woe betide thee evermore !

Aar. Why, what a caterwauling dost thou keep? What dost thou wrap and fumble in thine arms? Nur. O that which I would hide from heaven's

eye, Our emperess’ shame, and stately Rome's disgrace. She is deliver'd, lords, she is deliver'd.

Aar. To whom?
Nur. I mean, she is brought to bed.

Aar. Well, God give her good rest !
What hath he sent her?

Nur. A devil.
Aar. Why, then she is the devil's dam ; a joyful

Nur. A joyless, dismal, black, and sorrowful issue.
Here is the babe, as loathsome as a toad,
Amongst the fairest breeders of our clime.
The emperels' fends it thee, thy ftamp, thy feal ;
And bids thee christen it with thy dagger's point.

Aar. Out, out, you whore! is black so base a hue? Sweet blowse, you are a beauteous blossom, sure.

Dem. Villain, what hast thou done?
Aar. That which thou canst not undo.
Chi, Thou hast undone our mother.
Aer. Villain, I've done thy mother.

Dem. And therein, helliih dog, thou hast undone, Woe to her chance, and damnd her loathed choice, Accurs'd the offspring of so foul a fiend!

Cbi. It shall not live,
far. It shall not die.
Nur. Aaron, it mult, the mother wills it fo.

Aar. What, must, ic nurse? then let no man but I Do execution on my felh and blood.

Dem. ?I'll broach the tadpole on my rapier's point. 1 1'!l broach ile tadpolo] A broach is a fit. I'll Spit the tadpole.



Nurse, give it me, my sword shall soon dispatch it.

Aar. Sooner this sword shall plow thy bowels ap. Stay, murderous villainis, will you kill your brother? Now, by the burning tapers of the sky, That shone so brightly when this boy was got, He dies upon my fcymitar's fharp point, That touches this my first-born son and heir, I tell you, younglings, not Enceladus, With all his threarning band of Typhon's brood, Nor great Alcides, nor the God of war, Shall leize this prey, out of his father's hands. What, what, ye sanguine shallow-hearted boys, Ye white-lim'd walls, ye ale-house painted signs, Coal-black is better than another hue, $ In that it seems to bear another hue : For all the water in the ocean Can never turn the swan's black legs to white, Although she lave them hourly in the flood. Tell the emperess from me, I am of age To keep mine own; excuse it, how she can.

Dem. Wilt thou betray thy noble mistress thus ?

Aar. My mistress is my mistress ; this, myself;
The vigour and the picture of my youth.
This, before all the world, do I prefer ;
This, maugre all the world, will I keep safe;
Or some of you shall smoke for it in Rome.

Dem. By this our mother is for ever 'lham'd.
Chi. Rome will despise her for this foul escape.
Nur. The emperor in his rage will doom her death.
Chi. I blush to think upon this ignominy.

dar. Why, there's the privilege your beauty bears.
Fy, treacherous hue, that will betray with blushing
The close enacts and counsels of the heart !
Here's a young lad fram'd of another leer,
In that it seems to bear another hue:] We may better read,
In sharing scorns to bear another kue, JOHNSON..


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