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planey sit her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock:

Ruin. He that would vouch't in any place but here.
I'll trust, by leisure, him that mocks me once; Tit. What, would you bury him in my despite ?
Thee never, nor thy traitorous haughty sons, Mar. No, noble Titus; but entreat of thee
Confederates all thus to dishonour me.

To pardon Mutius and to bury him.
Was there none else in Rome to make a stale of, Tit. Marcus, even thou hast struck upon my crest,
But Saturnine? Full well, Andronicus,

And, with these boys, mine honour thou hast
Agree these deeds with that proud brag of thine,

That said'st, I begg'd the empire at thy hands. My foes I do repute you every one ;
Til. O monstrous ! what reproachful words are So trouble me no more, but get you gone.

Marl. He is not with himself; let us withdraw.
Sat. But go thy ways; go, give that changing Quin. Not I, till Mutius' bones be buried.

(Marcus and the Sons of Titus kneel. To him that flourish'd for her with his sword : Mar. Brother, for in that name doth nature A valiant son-in-law thou shalt enjoy ;

plead. One fit to bandy with thy lawless sons,

Quin. "Father, and in that name doth nature To ruffle" in the commonwealth of Rome.

speak. Til. These words are razors

my wounded heart. Tit. Speak thou no more, if all the rest will speed. Sal. And therefore, lovely Tamora, queen of Mar. Renowned Titus, more than half my soul, Goths,

Luc. Dear father, soul and substance of us all,
That, like the stately Phæbe 'mongst her nymphs, Mar. Suffer thy brother Marcus to inter
Dost overshine the gallant'st dames of Rome, - His noble nephew here in virtue's nest,
If thou be pleas'd with this my sudden choice, That died in honour and Lavinia's cause.
Behold, I choose thee, Tamora, for my bride, Thou art a Roman, be not barbarous.
And will create thee emperess of Rome.

The Greeks, upon advice, did bury Ajax
Speak, queen of Goths, dost thou applaud my That slew himself; and wise Laertes son

Did graciously plead for his funerals.
And here I swear by all the Roman gods,-

Let not young Mutius then, that was thy joy,
Sith priest and holy water are so near,

Be barr'd his entrance here.
And tapers burn so bright, and every thing


Rise, Marcus, rise :-
In readiness for Hymeneus stand,

The dismall'st day is this, that e'er I saw,
I will not re-salute the streets of Rome,

To be dishonour'd by my sons in Rome!--
Or climb my palace, till from forth this place Well, bury him, and bury me the next.
I lead espous'd my bride along with me.

[Mutius is put into the tomb, Tam. And here, in sight of heaven, to Rome I Luc. There lie thy bones, sweet Mutius, with thy swear,

If Saturnine advance the queen of Goths,

Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomb!-
She will a handmaid be to his desires,

AU. No man shed tears for noble Mutius;
A loving nurse, a mother to his youth.

He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause.
Sat. Ascend, fair queen, Pantheon :-Lords, ac Mar. My lord,-10 step out of these dreary

Your noble emperor, and his lovely bride, How comes it that the subtle queen of Goths
Sent by the heavens for prince Saturnine,

Is of a sudden thus advanc'd in Rome?
Whose wisdom hath her fortune conquered :

Til. I know not, Marcus; but, I know, it is;
There shall we cónsummate our spousal rites. Whether by device, or no, the heavens can tell:

(Ereunt Saturninus, and his followers ; Ta- Is she not ihen beholden to the man

mora, and her Sons ; Aaron and Goihs. That brought her for this high goud turn so far?
Tit. I am not bid to wait upon this bride ; Yes, and will nobly him remunerate.
Titus, when wert thou wont to talk alone,
Dishonour'd thus, and challenged of wrongs ?

Flourish. Re-enter, at one side, Saturninus, at

tended; Tamora, Chiron, Demetrius, and Aaron: Re-enler Marcus, Lucius, Quintus, and Martius. At the other, Bassianus, Lavinia, and others.

Mar. O, Titus, see, 0, see, what thou hast done! Sal. So, Bassianus, you have play'd your prize; In a bad quarrel stain a virtuous son.

God give you joy, sir, of your gallant bride. Tit. No, foolish tribune, no; no son of mine, Bas. And you of yours, my lord: I say no more, Nor thou, nor these, confederates in the deed Nor wish no less; and so I take my lcave. That hath dishonoured all our family;

Sal. Traitor, if Rome have law, or we have Unworthy brother, and unworthy sons !

power; Luc. But let us give him burial, as becomes; Thou and thy faction shall repent this rape. Give Mutius burial with our brethren.

Bas. Rape, call you it, my lord, to seize my own, Tit. Traitors, away! he rests not in this tomb. My true-betrothed love, and now my wife ? This monument' five hundred years hath stood, But let the laws of Rome determine all; Which I have sumptuously re-edified:

Mean while I am possess'd of that is mine. Here none but soldiers, and Rome's servitors, Sat. 'Tis good, sir: You are very short with us; Repose in fame ; none basely slain in brawls : But, if we live, we'll be as sharp with you. Bury him where you can, he comes not here. Bas. My lord, what I have done, as best I may, Mar. My lord, this is impiety in you:

Answer I must, and shall do with niv life. My nephew Mutius' deeds do plead for him; Only thus much I give you grace to know, He must be buried with his brethren,

By all the duties that I owe to Rome,
Quin. Vart. And shall, or him we will accom- This noble gentleman, lord Titus here,
pa y.

Is in opinion, and in honour, wrongid;
Tit. And shall ? What villain was it spoke that That, in the rescue of Lavinia,

With his own hand did slay his youngest son, (1) A stalking-horse,

(2) A ruller was a bully (3) lavited. VOL. II.

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In zeal to you, and highly mov'd to wrath (Lavinia, though you left me like a churl,
To be control'd in that he frankly gave :

I found a friend, and sure as death I swore,
Receive him then to favour, Saturnine;

I would not part a bachelor from the priest. That hath express'd himself, in all his deeds, Come, if the emperor's court can feast two brides, A father, and a friend, to thee, and Rome. You are my guest, Lavinia, and your friends :

Tit. Prince Bassianus, leave to plead my deeds ; This day shall be a love-day, Tamora. 'Tis thou, and those, that have dishonour'd me: Tit. To-morrow, an it please your majesty, Rome and the righteous heavens

be my judge, To hunt the panther and the hart with me, How I have lov'd and honour'd Saturnine ! With horn and hound, we'll give your grace boaTam. My worthy lord, if ever Tamora

jour. Were gracious in those princely eyes of thine, Sat. Be it so, Titus, and gramercy too. [Erk. Then hear me speak indifferently for all; And at my suit, 'sweet, pardon what is past.

Sat. What ! 'madam! be dishonour'd openly, And basely put it up without revenge?

ACT II. Tam. Not so, my lord; the gods of Rome forfend,

SCENE I.-The same. Before the palace. Enter

I should be author to dishonour you!
But, on mine honour, dare I undertake

Aar. Now climbeth Tamora Olympus' top, For good lord Titus' innocence in all,

Safe out of fortune's shot; and sits aloft, Whose fury not dissembled, speaks his griefs:

Secure of thunder's crack, or lightning's fash; Then, at my suit, look graciously on him;

Advanc'd above pale envy's threat'ning reach. Lose 'not so noble a friend on vain suppose, As when the golden sun salutes the morn, Nor with sour looks afflict his gentle heart.

And, having gilt the ocean with his beams,
My lord, be ruld by me, be won at last,

Gallops the zodiac in his glistering coach,
Dissemble all your griefs and discontents : And overlooks the highest-peering hills;
You are but newly planted in your throne, So Tamora.
Lest then the people, and patricians too,

Upon her wit doth earthly honour wait,
Upon a just survey, take 'Titus' part,

And virtue stoops and trembles at her frown. And so supplant us for ingratitude

Then, Aaron, arm thy heart, and fit thy thoughts, (Which Rome reputes to be a heinous sin,)

To mount alost with thy imperial mistress, Yield at entreats, and then let me alone :

Aside. And mount her pitch; whom thou in triumph long I'll find a day to massacre them all,

Hast prisoner held, fetter'd in amorous chains; And raze their faction, and their family,

And laster bound to Aaron's charming eyes, The cruel father, and his traitorous sons,

Than is Prometheus tied to Caucasus. To whom I sued for my dear son's life;

Away with slavish weeds, and idle thoughts ! And make them know, what 'tis to let a I will be bright, and shine in pearl and gold, queen

To wait upon this new-made empress. Kneel in the streets, and beg for grace in To wait, said I ? to wanton with this queen, vain.

This goddess, this Semiramis ;—this queen, Come, come, sweet emperor,--come, Andronicus,- This Syren, that will charm Rome's Saturnine, Take up this good old man, and cheer the heart

And see his shipwreck, and his common-weal's. That dies in tempest of thy angry frown.

Holla! what storm is this?
Sal. Rise, Titus, rise ; my empress hath prevail'd.
Tit. I thank your majesty, and her, my lord :

Enter Chiron, and Demetrius, braving.
These words, these looks, infuse new life in me.
Tam. Titus, I am incorporate in Rome,

Dem. Chiron, thy years want wit, thy wit wants A Roman now adopted happily,

edge, And must advise the emperor for his good. And manners, to intrude where I am grac'd ; This day all quarrels die, Andronicus ;

And may, for aught thou know'st, affected be. And let it be mine honour, good my lord,

Chi. Demetrius, thou dost overween in all; That I have reconcil'd your friends and you. And so in this to bear me down with braves. For you, prince Bassianus, I have passid

'Tis not the difference of a year, or two, My word and promise to the emperor,

Makes me less gracious, thee more fortunate: That you will be more mild and tractable.

I am as able, and as fit, as thou, And fear not, lords,--and you, Lavinia ;

To serve, and to deserve my mistress' grace ;. By my advice, all humbled on your knees, And that my sword upon thee shall approve, You shall ask pardon of his majesty.

And plead my passions for Lavinia's lore. Luc. We do; and vow to heaven, and to his high Aar. Clubs, clubs! these lovers will not keep

ness, That, what we did, was mildly, as we might, Dem. Why, boy, although our mother, unadris'd Tend'ring our sister's honour, and our own. Gave you a dancing-rapier* by your side, Mar. That on mine honour here I do protest. Are you so desperate grown, to threat your friends ? Sat. Away, and talk not; trouble us no more. - Go to; have your lath glued within your sheath, Tam. Nay, nay, sweet emperor, we must all be Till you know better how to handle it. friends :

Chi. Mean while, sir, with the little skill I have The tribune and his nephews kneel for grace; Full well shalt thou perceive how much I dare. I will not be denied. Sweet heart, look back. Dem. Ay, boy, grow ye so brave? [They drev. Sat. Marcus, for thy sake, and thy brother's here, Aar.

Why, how now, lords? And at my lovely Tamora's entreats,

So near the emperor's palace dare you draw, I do remit these young men's heinous faults.

(3) This was the usual outcry for assistance,

when any riot in the street happened.
(1) Forbid.
(2) Favour,

(4) A sword worn in dancing.

the peace.

Stand up.

And maintain such a quarrel openly?

That what you cannot, as you would, achieve,
Al Full well I wot' the ground of all this grudge; You must perforce accomplish as you may.
I would not for a million of gold,

Take this of me, Lucrece was not more chaste letto The cause were known to them it most concerns : Than this Lavinia, Bassianus' love.

Nor would your noble mother, for much more, A speedier course than lingering languishment
Be so dishonour'd in the court of Rome.

Must we pursue, and I have found the path.
For shame, put up.

My lords, a solemn hunting is in hand;

Not I; till I have sheath'd There will the lovely Roman ladies troop:
My rapier in his bosom, and, withal,

The forest walks are wide and spacious;
Thrust these reproachful speeches down his throat, And many unfrequented plots there are,
That he hath breath'd in my dishonour here. Fitted by kind" for rape and villany:

Chi. For that I am prepard and full resolv'd, - Single you thither then this dainty doe,
Foul-spoken coward! that thunder’st with thy And strike her home by force, if not by words:

This way, or not at all stand you in hope.
And with thy weapon nothing dar'st perform. Come, come, our empress, with her sacred' wit,
Aar. Away, I say.-

To villany and vengeance consecrate,
Now by the gods, that warlike Goths adore, Will we acquaint with all that we intend;
This petty brabble will undo us all. -

And she shall file our engines with advice,
Why, lords,—and think you not how dangerous That will not suffer you to square yourselves,
It is to jut upon a prince's right?

But to your wishes' height advance you both.
What, is Lavinia then become so loose,

The emperor's court is like the house of fame,
Or Bassianus so degenerate,

The palace full of tongues, of eyes, of ears :
That for her love such quarrels may be broach'd, The woods are ruthless, dreadful, deaf, and dull;
Without controlment, justice, or revenge ? There speak, and strike, brave boys, and take your
Young lords, beware! --an should the empress know

This discord's ground, the music would not please. There serve your lust, shadow'd from heaven's eye,

Chi. I care not, I, knew she and all the world; And revel in Lavinia's treasury.
I love Lavinia more than all the world.

Chi. Thy counsel, lad, smells of no cowardice. Dem. Youngling, learn thou to make some meaner Dem. Sit fas aut nefas, till I find the stream choice :

To cool this heat, a charm to calm these fits,
Lavinia is thine elder brother's hope.

Per Styga, per manes vehor.

[Exeunt. Mar. Why, are ye mad ? orknow ye not, in Rome How furious and impatient they be,

SCENE II.-A forest near Rome. A lodge seen And cannot brook competitors in love?

at a distance. Horns, and cry of hounds heard. I tell

Enter Titus Andronicus, with hunters, fc. Mar
you, lords, you do but plot your deaths
By this device.

cus, Lucius, Quintus, and Martius.
Aaron, a thousand death,

Tit. The hunt is up, the morn is bright and grey,
Would I propose, to achieve her whom I love.

The fields are fragrant, and the woods are green:
Nar. To achieve her!-How?

Uncouple here, and let us make a bay,

Why mak’st thou it so strange ? And wake the emperor and his lovely bride,
She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd;

And rouse the prince; and ring a hunter's peal,
She is a woman, therefore may be won;

That all the court may echo with the noise.
She is Lavinia, therefore must be lov'd.

Sons, let it be your charge, as it is ours,
What, man! more water glideth by the mill
Than wots the miller of; and easy it is

To tend the emperor's person carefully:

I have been troubled in my sleep this night,
of a cut loaf to steal a shive,' we know :
Though Bassianus be the emperor's brother,

But dawning day new comfort hath inspir'd.
Better than he have yet worn Vulcan's badge. Horns wind a peal. Enter Saturninus, Tamora
Aar. Ay, and as good as Saturninus may. Bassianus, Lavinia, Chiron, Deinetrius, and At-


Dem. Then why should he despair, that knows
to court it

Tit. Many good morrows to your majesty ;-
With words, fair looks, and liberality ?

Madam, to you as many and as good!
What, hast'thou not full often struck a doe, I promised your grace a hunter's peal.
And borne her cleanly by the keeper's nose ? Sat. And you have rung it lustily, my lords,
Aar. Why then, it seems, some certain snatch Somewhat too early for new-married ladies.

Bas. Lavinia, how say you ?
Would serve your turns.


I say, no;

Ay, so the turn were serv'd. I have been broad awake two hours and more.
Dem. Aaron, thou hast hit it.

Sat. Come on then, horse and chariots let us dar. 'Would you had hit it too;

have, Then should not we be tir'd with this ado.

And to our sport:–Madam, now shall ve see Why, hark ye, hark ye, And are you such fools, Our Roman hunting.

[To Tamora To square for this ? 'Would it offend you then Mar.

I have dogs, my lord,
That both should speed ?

Will rouse the proudest panther in the chase,

I'faith, not me. And climb the highest promontory top.

Tit. And I have horse will follow where th
So I were one.

game Aar. For shame, be friends; and join for that Makes way, and run like swallows o'er the plain. you jar.

Dem. Chiron, we hunt not, we, with horse no 'Tis policy and stratagem must do

hound, That you affect; and so must you resolve'; But hope to pluck a dainty doe to ground. [Exe. (1) Know: (2) Slice. (3) Quarrel. (4) By nature. 16. Sacred here signifies accursed; a Latinism.

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SCENE III.-A desert part of the forest. Enter To see the general hunting in this forest?
Aaron, with a bag of gold.

Tam. Saucy controller of our private steps! Aar. He, that had wit, would think that I had Had I the power, that, some say, Dian had,

Thy temples should be planted presently none, To bury so much gold under a tree,

With horns, as was Actaon's : and the hounds And never after to inherit' it.

Should drive upon thy new transformed limbs, Let him, that thinks of me so abjectly,

Unmannerly intruder as thou art! Know, that this gold must coin a stratagem;

Lav. Under your patience, gentle emperess, Which cunningly effected, will beget

'Tis thought you have a goodly gift in horning; A very excellent piece of villany;

And to be doubted, that your Moor and you
And so repose, sweet gold, for their unrest, 2.

Are singled forth to try experiments :
(Hides the gold. "Tis pity, they should take him for a stag:

Jove shield your husband from his hounds to-day! That have their alms out of the empress' chest.

Bas. "Believe me, queen, your swarth Cimmerian Enter Tamora.

Doth make your honour of his body's hue, Tan. My lovely Aaron, wherefore look'st thou Why are you sequester'd from all your train ?

Spotted, detested, and abominable.

Dismounted from your snow-white goodly steed, When every thing doth make a gleeful boast ?

And wander'd hither to an obscure plot, The birds chaunt melody on every bush;

Accompanied with a barbarous Moor,
The snake lies rolled in the cheerful sun;

If foul desire had not conducted you ?
The green leaves quiver with the cooling wind, Lav. And, being intercepted in your sport,
And inake a chequer'd shadow on the ground:

Great reason that my noble lord be rated
Under their sweet shade, Aaron, let us sit,

For sauciness.-I pray you, let us hence, And—whilst the babbling echo mocks the hounds, And let her 'joy her raven-colour'd love; Replying shrilly to the well-tun'd horns,

This valley fits the purpose passing well. As if a double hunt were heard at once,-,

Bas. The king, my brother, shall have note of Let us sit down, and mark their yelling noise :

this. And-after conflict, such as was suppos'd.

Lav. Ay, for these slips have made him noted The wandering prince of Dido once enjoy'd,

long: When with a happy storm they were surpris'd, And curtain'd with a counsel-keeping cave,

Good king ! to be so mightily abus'd!

T'am. Why have I patience to endure all this? We may, each wreathed in the other's arms, Our pastimes done, possess a golden slumber;

Enter Chiron and Demetrius. Whiles hounds, and horns, and sweet melodious

Dem. How now, dear sovereign, and our gracious birds, Be unto us, as is a nurse's song


Why doth your highness look so pale and wan? or lullaby, to bring her babe asleep. Aar. Madam, though Venus govern your desires, These two have 'tic'd me hither to this place,

Tam. Have I not reason, think you, to look pale ? Saturn is dominator over mine :

A barren detested vale, you see, it is :
What significs my deadly standing eye,
My silence, and my cloudy melancholy?

The trees, though summer, yet sorlorn and lean, My fleece of woolly hair that now uncurls,

O'ercome with inoss, and baleful misletoe.

Here never shines the sun; here nothing breeds, Even as an adder, when she doth unroll To do some fatal execution?

Unless the nightly owl, or fatal raven. No, madam, these are no venereal signs;

And, when they show'd me this abhorred pit, Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand,

They told me, here, at dead time of the night,

A thousand fiends, a thousand hissing snakes,
Blood and revenge are hammering in my head.
Hark, Tamora,—the empress of my soul,

Ten thousand swelling toads, as many urchins, Which never 'hopes more heaven than rests in As any mortal body, hearing it,

Would make such fearful and confused cries, thee,This is the day of doom for Bassianus ;

Should straight fall mad, or else die suddenly. His Philomels must lose her tongue to-day:

No sooner had they told this hellish tale, Thy sons make pillage of her chastity,

But straight they told me, they would bind me here

Unto the body of a dismal yew;,
And wash their hands in Bassianus' blood.
Seest thou this letter? take it up, I pray thee,

And leave me to this miserable death.

And then they call'd me, foul adulteress,
And give the king this fatal-plotted scroll:-
Now question me no more, we are espied;

Lascivious Goth, and all the bitterest terms
Here comes a parcel of our hopeful booty,

That ever ear did hear to such effect. Which dreads not yet their lives' destruction.

And, had you not by wondrous fortune come, Tam. Ah, my sweet Moor, sweeter to me than This vengeance on me had they executed: life?

Revenge it, as you love your mother's life, Aar. No more, great empress, Bassianus comes;

Or be ye not henceforth call’d my children. Be cross with him; and I'll go fetch thy sons

Dem. This is a witness that I am thy son. To back thy quarrels, whatsoe'er they be.

[Slabs Bassianus. [Exit.

Chi. And this for me, struck home to show my Enter Bassianus and Lavinia.

strength. [Stabbing him likercise.

Lav. Ay, come, Semiramis,-nay, barbarous Ta Bas. Who have we here ? Rome's royal emperess,

mora! Unfurnish'd of her well-beseeming troop? For no name fits thy nature but thy own! Or is it Dian, habited like her;

Tam. Give me thy poniard; you shall know, my Who hath abandoned her holy groves,


Your mother's hand shall right your mother's wrong. (1) Possess. (2) Disquiet. 31 See Ovid's Metamorphoses, Book VI.

(4) Part. (5) Hedgehogs.



is this,

Dem. Stay, madam, here is more belongs to her; This is the hole where Aaron bid us hide him. First, thrash the corn, then after burn the straw:

[Ereunt. *his minion stood upon her chastity,

Tam. Farewell, my sons: see that you make her Jpon her nuptial vow, her loyalty,

nd with that painted hope braves your mightiness : Ne'er let my heart know merry cheer indeed, nd shall she carry this unto her grave ?

Till all the Andronici be made away. Chi. An if she do, I would I were an eunuch. Now will I hence to seek my lovely Moor, rag hence her husband to some secret hole, And let my spleenful sons this trull deflour. [Exit. and make his dead trunk pillow to our lust.

Tam. But when you have the honey you desire, SCENE IV.-The same. Enter Aaron, with .et not this wasp outlive, us both to sting.

Quintus and Martius. Chi. I warrant you, madam; we will make that Aar. Come on, my lords; the better foot before:

Straight will I bring you to the loathsome pil, Come, mistress, now perforce we will enjoy Where I cspy'd the panther fast asleep. That nice-preserved honesty of yours.

Quin. My sight is very dull, whate’er it bodes. Lav. O T'amora! thou bear'st a woman's face, Mart. And mine, I promise you ; were't not for Tam. I will not hear her speak; away with her.

shame, Lav. Sweet lords, entreat her hear me but a word. Well could I leave our sport to sleep a while. Dem. Listen, fair madam; Let it be your glory

Martius falls into the pit. To see her tears: but be your heart to them, Quin. What, art thou fallen? What subtle hola

s unrelenting flint to drops of rain. Lav. When did the tiger's young ones teach the Whose mouth is cover'd with rude-growing briars dam?

Upon whose lcaves are drops of new-shed blood, ), do not learn her wrath ; she taught it thee: As fresh as morning's dew distillid on flowers ? The milk, thou suck’ust from her, did turn to A very fatal place it seems to me :marble;

Speak, brother, hast thou hurt thee with the fall ? Even at thy teat'thou hadst thy tyranny.

Mart. O, brother, with the dismallest objéct Yet every mother breeds not sons alike;

That ever evc, with sight, made heart lainent. Do thou entreat her show a woman's pity.

Aar. (Aside.) Now will I fetch the king to find [To Chiron.

them here; Chi. What! would'st thou have me prove myself that he thereby may give a likely guess, a bastard ?

How these were they ihat made away his brother. Lav. 'Tis true; the raven doth not hatch a lark:

(Erit Aaron. Yet I have heard, (O could I find it now!)

Mart. Why dost not comfort me, and help ine out The lion mov'd with pity, did endure

From this unhailow'd and biood-stain'd hole? To have his princely paws par'd all away.

Quin. I am surprised with an uncouth fear: Some say that ravens foster forlorn children, A chilling sweat o'er-runs my trembling joints; The whilst their own birds famish in their nests : My heart suspects more than mine eye can see. O, be to me, though thy hard heart say no,

Mart. To prove thou hast a true-divining heart, Nothing so kind, but something pitiful !

Aaron and thou look down into this den, Tam. I know not what it means ; away with her. And see a fearsul sight of blood and death. Lav. 0, let ine teach thee: for my father's sake, Quin. Aaron is gone; and my compassionate That gave thee life, when well he might have slain

heart thee,

Will not permit mine eyes once to behold Be not obdurate, open thy deaf ears.

The thing, whereat it trembles by surmise: Tam. Had thou in person ne'er offended me, 0, tell me how it is; for ne'er till now Even for his sake am I pitiless :

Was I a child, to fear I know not what. Remember, boys, I pour'd forth tears in vain, Mart. Lord Bassianus lies embrewed here, To save your brother from the sacrifice;

All on a heap, like to a slaughter'd lamb, But fierce Andronicus would not relent."

In this detested, dark, blood-drinking pit. Therefore away with her, and use her as you will; Quin. If it be dark, how dost thou know 'tis he? The worse to her, the better lov'd of me.

Mart. Upon his bloody finger he doth wear Lav. 0, Tamora, be call'd a gentle queen, A precious ring, that lightens all the hole, And with thine own hand kill me in this place : Which, like a taper in some monument, For 'tis not life, that I have begg'd so long ; Doth shine upon the dead man's carthy cheeks. Poor I was slain, when Bassianus died.

And shows the raged entrails of this pit: Tam. What begg'st thou then? fond woman, let So pale did shine the moon on Pyramus, me go.

When he by night lay bath'd in maiden blood. Lav. 'Tis present death I beg; and one thing O brother, help me with thy fainting hand, more,

If fear hath made thee faint, as me it hath.
That womanhood denies my tongue to tell : Out of this fell devouring receptacle,
0, keep me from their worse than killing lust, As hateful as Cocytus' misty mouth.
And tumble me into some loathsome pit;

Quin. Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee Where never man's eye may behold my body:

out; Do this, and be a charitable murderer.

Or, wanting strength to do thee so much good, Tam. So should I rob my sweet sons of their fee : I may be pluck'd into the swallowing womb No, let them satisfy their lust on thee.

of this deep pit, poor Bassianus' grave, Dem. Away, for thou hast staid us here too long. I have no strength to pluck thee to the brink. . No grace? no womanhood ? Ah, beastly Mart. Nor I no strength to climb without thy creature!

nelp. The blot and enemy to our general name!

Quin. Thy hand once more; I will not loose again Confusion fall

Till thou art here aloft, or I below: Chi Nay, then I'll stop your mouth :-Bring Thou canst not come to me, I come to thee. thou her husband; (Dragging of Lay.

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