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No noise : but silence and eterual sleep : I ask your voices, and your suffrages

Will you bestow them friendly on Andronicus! Enter LAVINIA.

Trib. To gratify the good Andronicus,

And gratulate his safe return to Roine, In peace and honour rest you here, my sons !

The people will accept whoin he admits. Lav. In peace and honour live lord Titus

Tit. Tribunes, I thank you : and this suit 1

make, My noble lord and father, live in fame!

That you create your emperor's eldest son, Lol at this tomb my tributary tears

Lord Saturnine, whose virtues will, I hope, I render, for my brethren's obsequies ;

Reflect on Rome as Titau's * rays on earth, Aud at thy feet I kneel, with tears of joy

And ripen justice in this coinmoil-weal: Shed on the earth, for thy return to Roine :

Then, if you will elect by my advice, O bless me here with thy victorious hand,

Crown him, and say,Long live our emperor! Whose fortunes Rome's best citizens applaud.

Mar. With voices and applause of every sort, Tit. Kind Rome, that bast thus lovingly re

Patricians and plebeians, we create sery'd

Lord Saturninus, Rome's great emperor ; The cordial of mine age to glad my heart !

And say, Long live our emperor Saturninus. Lavinia, live ; outlive thy father's days,

(A long Flourish. And fame's eternal date, for virtue's praise !

Sat. Titus Andronicus, for thy favours dune

To lis in our election this day,

I give thee thanks in part of thy deserts,
BASSIANUS, and others.

And will with deeds reqnite thy gentleness : Mar. Long live lord Titus, my beloved brother, And, for an onset, Titus, to advance Gracious triumpher in the eyes of Rome !

Thy name, and honourable family, Tit. Thanks, gentle tribune, noble brother Lavinia will I inake my empress, Marcus.

Rome's royal mistress, mistress of my heart, Mar. And welcome, nephews, from successful And in the sacred Pantheon her esponse : wars,

Tell me, Audronicus, doth this notion please You that survive, and you that sleep in fame.

thee? Fair lords, your forties are alike in all,

Tit. It doth, my worthy lord; and, in this That in your country's service drew your swords:

match, But safer triumph is this funeral poinp,

I hold me highly honour'd of your grace : That hath aspir'd to Solon's happiness, +

And here, in sight of Rome, to Saturnine, And triumphs over chance in honour's bed. King and commander of our comumnon-weal, Titus Andronicus, the people of Rome,

The wide world's einperor -do I consecrate Whose friend in justice thou hast ever been, My sword, my chariot, and my prisoners ; Send thee by me, their tribune, and their trust, Presents well worthy Romne's imperial lord : This palliament f of white and spotless hue ; Reccive them then, the tribute that I owe, And name thee in election for the empire, Mine honour's ensigus humbled at thy feet. With these our late-deceased emperor's sons : Sat. Thanks, noble 'Titus, father of my life Be candidatus then, and put it oil,

How proud I am of thee, and of thy gifts, And help to set a head on headless Rome. Rome shall record; and, when I do forget

Tit. A better bead her glorious body tits, The least of these unspeakable deserts, Than his, that shakes for age and feebleness: What should I dons this robe, and trouble Tit. Now, Dadam, are you prisoner to an emyou?

peror ;

[To TANORA. Be chosen with proclamations to-day ;

To him, that for your hononr and your state, f'o-morrow, yield up rule, resign my life,

Will use you nobly, and your followers. And set abroad new business for you all ?

Sat. A goodly lady, trust me ; of the hue Rome, I have been thy soldier forty years,

That I would choose, were I to choose anew.And buried one and twenty valiant sons,

Clear up, fair qucen, that cloudy countenance ; Knighted in field, slain fully in armis,

Though chance of war bath wronght this change In right and service of their noble country :

of cheer, Give me a staff of honour for mine age,

Thou com'st not to be made a scorn in Rome : But not a sceptre to control the world.

Princely shall be thy usage every way. Upright he held it, lords, that held it last. Rest on my word, and let bot discontent Dar, Titus, thou shalt obtain and ask the Daunt all your hopes. Madam, he comforts einpery.

yoll, Sut. Proud and ambitions tribune, canst thou can inakcyon greater than the queen of tell ?

Goths. Tit. Patience, prince Saturuine.

Lavinia, you are not displeas'd with this? Sat. Romans, do me right:

Lav. Not I, my lord; situat true nobility Patricians, draw your swords, and sheath them Warrants these words in princely courtesy. not

Sat. Thanks, sweet Lavinia.- Romans, let Till Saturninus be Rome's emperor :-

is go Andronicus, 'would thou wert shipp'd to hell, Ransomless here we set our prisoners free: Rather than rob me of the people's hearts. Proclaim our honois, lords, with trump and Luc. Proud Saturnine, interrupter of the good

drum. That noble-minded Titus means to thee!

Bas. Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is Tit. Content thee. prince; I will restore to


Seizing LAVINIA. thee

Tit. How, Sir? are you in earnest then, my The people's hearts, and wean them from them

lord ? selves.

Bas. Ay, noble Titas ; and resoly'd withal, Bas. Audronicus, I do not flatter thee,

To do myself this reason and this right. But honour thee, and will do till I die :

[The Emperor courts TAJORA in dumb My faction if thou strengthen with thy friends,

show. I will inost thankful be: and thanks, to men Mar. Suum cuique is our Roman justice : of noble minds, is honourable ineed.

This prince in justice seizeth but bis own. Tit. People of Rome, and people's tribunes Luc. And that he will, and shall, if Lucius here,


Tit. Traitors, avaunt! Where is the empe • He wishes that her liie may be longer than his, and

ror's guard ? 1. praise longer than fame. + The naxim alluded to is, that no man can be pro

Treason, my lord ! Lavinia is surpris'd. unced happy before his death. * A robe. Put it on. • The sun.


Tit. bride


Sat. Surpris'd ! by whom?

| Tic. I am not bid to wait upon tota Bas. By him that justly nay Bear his betroth'd from all the world away. Titus, when wert thou wont to talk alone,

(Exeunt MARCUS and BASSIANUS, with Dishonour'd thus, and challenged of wrongs !

Mut, Brothers, help to convey her heuce

Re-enter MARCUS, LUCIUS, QUINTUS, and away,

MARTIUS. And with my sword I'll keep this door safe. Mar. 0 Titus, see, oh! see, what thou hast (Ereunt Lucius, QUINTUS, and

done! MARTIUS.

In a bad quarrel slain a virtuous son. Tit. Follow my lord, and I'll soon bring her Tit. No, foolish tribune, 10; no son of back.

mine,Mut. My lord, you pass not here.

Nor thou, nor these, confederates in the deed Tit. What, villain boy!

That hath dishonour'd all our family; Barr'st me my way in Rome ?

Unworthy brother, and unworthy sons ! (Titus kills MUTIUS. Luc. But let us give him burial as becomes; Mut. Help, Lucius, help.

Give Mutius burial with our brethren.

Tit. Traitors, away! he rests not in this tomb. Re-enter Lucius.

This monunent tive hundred years bath stovd, Luc. My lord, you are unjust; and, more | Which I have sumptuously re-editied : than so,

Here none but soldiers, and Rome's servitore, In wrongful quarrel you have slain your son. Repose in famme : none basely slain in brawls : T'it. Nor thou, nor he, are any sons of Bury him where you can, he comes not here. mine :

Mar. My lord, this is impiety in you: My sons would never so dishonour me :

My nephew Mutius' deeds do plead for him : Traitor, restore Lavinia to the emperor.

He must be buried with his breuhreil. Luc. Dead, if you will : but not to be Lis Quin. Mar. And shall, or him we will ac. wife.

company. That is another's lawful promis'd love.

Tit. And shali ? What villain was it spoke that [Exit.

word? Sat. No, Titus, no; the emperor needs ber Quin. He that would vouch't in any place but Dot,

bere. Not her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock :

Tit. Wlat, would you bury him in my deI'll trust, by leisure, bim that mocks me once :

spite ? 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 Tit. Marcus, even thou hast stuck upon my stale . of

crest, But Satumine 1 Full well, Andronicus,

| And, with these boys, mine honour thou hast Agree these deeds with that proud brag of My foes I do repute you every one; (wounded : thine,

So trouble me lio more, but get you gone. That said'st, I begg'd the empire at thy hands. Mart. He is not with himself; let us with. Til. O monstrous ! what reproachful words

diaw. are these 1

Quin. Not I, till Mutins' bones be buried. Sat. But go thy ways: go, give tbat changing

(MARCUS and the Sons of THCS kneel. piece

Mar. Brother, for in that name doth nature To him that flourish'd for her with bis sword :

plead. A valiant son-in-law thou shalt enjoy ;

Quin. Father, and in that name doth nature One fit to bandy with thy lawless sons,

speak. To ruflet in the commonwealth of Ruine.

Tit. Speak thou no more, if all the rest will Tit. These words are razors to my wounded

speed. heart.

Mar. Renowned Titus, more than half my Sat. Aud therefore, lovely Tamora, queen of


Luc. Dear father, soul and substance of us That like the stately Phæbe 'mongst ber


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 choice?

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. Aud tapers burn so bright, and every thing

Tit. 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 sops in Rome !
Or climb my palace, till from forth this place Well, bury him, and bury me the next.
I lead espous' my bride along with me.

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

thy friends, If Saturnine advance the queen of Goths,

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

All. No man shed tears for roble Mutins : A loving nurse, a mother to his youth,

Ile lives in fame that died in virtute's cause. Sat. Ascend, fair queen, Pantheon :-Lords, Mar. My lord,-to step out of thesc dreary accoinpany

dumps, 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 : Tit. I know not, Marcus ; but, I know, it is :
There shall we cóusummate our spousal rites. Whether by device, or no, the beavens can tell ;
Excunt SATURNINC's and his followers; Is she not then beholden to the man

TAMORA and her sons AARON and That brought her for this highly od tun sol

Yes, and will nobiy him remuner. te.

Antalking horse.

A ruler was a bully,

• Jurited.

Flourish. Re-enter, at one side, SATURNINUS, 1 For you, prince Bassianus, I have pass'i

attended ; TAMORA, CHIRON, DEMETRIUS, My word and promise to the emperor,
and AARON : At the other, BASSIANUS, LA That you will be more mild and tractable.-
VINIA, and others.

And fear not, lords, and you, Lavinia ; Sat. So, Bassianus, you have play'd your By my advice, all humbled on your knees, prize :

You shall ask pardon of his majesty. God give you joy, Sir, of your gallant bride.

Luc. We do ; and vow to heaven, and to his Bas. And you of your's, my lord, I say no

highness, 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 honour and our own. Sat. Traitor, if Rome have law, or we have Mar. That on mine honour here I do protest. power,

Sat. Away, and talk not : trouble us no Thou and thy faction shall repent this rape.

more. Bas. Rape, call you it, my lord, to seize my!

Tam. Nay, nay, sweet emperor, we must all own,

be friends : My true-betrothed love, and now my wife ?

The tribune and his nephews kneel for grace : But let the laws of Rome determine all :

| I will not be denied. Sweet heart, look back. Mean while I am possess'd of what is mine.

Sat. Marcus, for thy sake, and thy brother's Sat. 'Tis good, Sir : You are very short with

here, But, if we live, we'll be as sharp with you. fus : And at my lovely Tamora's entreats, Bas. My lord, what I have done. 'as bèst ili do remit these young men's heinous faults. may,

Stand up, Auswer I must, and shall do with my life.

Lavinia, though you left me like a churl, Only thus much I give your grace to know

I found a friend; and sure as death I swore, By all the duties that I owe to Rome,

I would not part a bachelor from the priest. This noble gentleman, lord Titus here,

Come, if the emperor'y court can feast two Js in opinion, and in honour, wrong'd;

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. To-morrow, an it please your majesty, To be control'd in that he frankly gave :

To hupt the panther and the bart with me, Receive bim then to favour, Saturnine ;

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

bonjour. A father and a friend to thee and Rome.

Sat. Be it so, Titus, and gramercy, too. 7lit. Prince Bassianus, leave to plead my

(Exeunt. deeds; 'Tis thou, and those, that have dishonour'd me; Rome and the righteous heavens be my judge. How I have lov'd and honour'd Saturnidel

Tam. My worthy lord, if ever Tamora
Were gracious in those princely eyes of thine,

| SCENE 1.-The same.-Before the Palace. Then hear me speak indifferently for all ; And at my suit, sweet, pardon what is past.

Enter AARON. Sat. What ! madam ! be dishonour'd openly,

Aar. Now climbeth Tamora Olympus' top, And basely put it up without revenge?

Safe out of fortune's shot : and sits aloft, Tam. Not so, my lord: The gods of Rome Secure of thunder's crack, or lightning's flash: forefend,

Advanc'd above pale envy's threat'ning reach. 1 should be author to dishonour yon !

As when the golden sun salutes the morn, But, on mine honour, dare I undertake

And having gilt the ocean with his beams, For good lord Titus' innocence in all,

Gallops the zodiac in his glistering coach, Whose fury, pot dissembled, speaks bis griefs; And overlooks the highest-peering hills : Then, at my suit, look graciously on him; So Tamora.--Lose not so noble a friend on vain suppose, Upon her wit doth early honour wait, Nor with sour looks afflict bis gentle heart. And virtue stoops and trembles at her frown:

[Aside. | Then, Aaron, arm thy heart, and at thy thoughts, My lord, be rul'd by me, be won at last,

To mount aloft with thy imperial mistress, Dissemble all your griefs and discontents : And mount her pitch : whom thou in triumph You are but newly planted in your throne :

long Lest then the people and patricians too,

Hast prisoner held, fetter'd in amorous chains ; Upon a just survey, take Titus' part,

And faster bound to Aaron's charming eyes, And so supplant us for ingratitude,

Than is Prometheus tied to Caucasus. (Which Rome reputes to be a heinous sin.) Away with slavish weeds, and idle thoughts ! Yield at entreats, and then let me alone :

I will be bright, and shine in pearl and gold, I'll find a day to massacre them all,

To wait upon this new-made emperess. And raze their faction, and their family,

To wait, said I ? to wanton with this queen, The cruel father, and his traitorous sons,

This goddess, this Semiramis ;--this queen, To whom I sued for my dear son's life ;

This syren, that will charm Rome's Saturnine, And make them know, what 'tis to let a queen And see his shipwreck, and his commonweal's. Kneel in the streets, and beg for grace in Hollawhat storm is this?

vain.Come, come, sweet emperor,-coine, Andronicus, I

Enter CHIRON and DEMETRIUS, braving. Take up this good old man, and cheer the heart Dem. Chiron, thy years want wit, thy wit wants That dies in tempest of thay angry frown.

edge, Sat. Rise, Titus, rise; my empress hath pre. And manners, to intrude where I am grac'd; vail'd.

And may, for ought thou know'st, affected be. Tit. I thank your majesty, and her, my lord: Chi. Demetrius, thou dost o'erween in all; These words, these looks, infuse new life in me. And so in this to bear me down with braves. Tam. Titus, I am incorporate in Rome,

'Tis not the difference of a year or two, A Roman now adopted happily,

Makes me less gracious, thee more fortunate : And must advise the emperor for his good. I am as able and as fit as thou, This day all quarrels die, Andronicus ;

To serve and to deserve my mistress' grace ; ! And let it be mine honour, good my lord,

And that my sword upon thee shall approve, That I have reconcil'd your friends and you. And plead my passions for Lavinia's love. • Forbid. • Grand merci---great thanks.

+ Favour

Aar. Clubs, clubs !. these lovers will not keep | Chi. I'faith, not me. the peace.

Dem. Nor me, Dem. Why, boy, although our mother, unad. So I were one. vis'd,

I Aar. For shame, be friends; and join for that Gave you a dancing-rapier + by your side,

you jar.
Are you so desperate grown, to threat your friends? 'Tis policy and stratagem must do
Go to! have your lath glued within your sheath, That you affect ; and so must you resolve:
Till you know better how to handle it.

That what you cannot, as you would, achieve, Chi. Mean while, Sir, with the little skill I bave, I You must perforce accomplish as you may. Full well shalt thou perceive how much I dare. Take this of me, Lucrece was not more chaste Dem. Ay, boy, grow ye so brave?

Than this Lavinia, Bassianus' love.

(They draw. A speedier course than lingering languishment Aar. Why, how now, lords?

Must we pursue, and I have found the path.
So near the emperor's palace dare you draw, My lords, a solemn hunting is in hand;
And maintain such a quarrel openly?

There will the lovely Roman ladies troop :
Full well I wot t the ground of all this grudge; The forest walks are wide and spacious,
I would not for a million of gold,

And many unfrequented plots there are,
The cause were known to them it most concerns : Fitted by kind. for rape and villainy :
Nor would your noble mother, for much more, Single you thither then this dainty doe.
Be so dishonour'd in the court of Rome.

And strike her home by force, if not by words: For shame, put up,

This way, or not at all, stand you in hope. Dem. Not 1, till I have sheath'd

Come, come, our empress, with her sacred wit, My rapier in his bosom, and, withal,

To villainy and vengeance consecrate, Thrust these reproachful speeches down bis throat, Will we acquaint with all that we intend: That be hath breath'd in my dishonour here. Aud she shall file our engines with advice, Chi. For that I am prepar'd and full re- | 'That will not sutter you to square yourselves, soly'd,

(tongue, But to your wishes' height advance you both. Foul-spoken coward! that thunder'st with thy The emperor's court is like the house of fame, And with thy weapon nothing dar'st perform. The palace full of tongues, of eyes, of ears : Aar. Away, I say.-

The woods are ruthless, dreadful, deaf and dull : Now by the gods, that warlike Goths adore.

There speak, and strike, brave boys, and take This petty brabble will undo us all.

your turns :

(eye, Why, lords,--and think you not how dangerous There serve your lust, shadow'd from heaven's It is to jut upon a prince's right?

And revel in Lavinia's treasury. What, is Lavinia then become so loose,

Chi. Thy counsel, lad, smells of no cowardice. Or Bassianus so degenerate,

Dem. Sit fas aut nefas, till I find the stream That for her love such quarrels may be broach'd, To cool this heat, a charm to calm these fits, Without controlment, justice, or revenges Per Styga, per manes vehor. (Exeunt. Young lords, beware an should the empress know

SCENE II.-A Forest near Rome.-A Lodge This discord's ground, the music would not please. I seen at a distance. Horns, and cry of

Chi. I care not; 1, knew she and all the world ;l Hounds heard. I love Lavinia more than all the world.

Enter TITUS ANDRONICUS, with Hunters, &c. Dem. Youngling, learn thou to make some meaner choice :

MARCUS, LUCIUS, QUINTUS, and MARTIUS. Lavinia is thine elder brother's hope.

Tit. The hunt is up, the morn is bright and Aar. Why, are ye wad ? or know ye not, iu


[green: Rome.

The fields are fragrant, and the woods are How furious and impatient they be,

Uucoupled here, and let us make a bay, And cannot brook competitors in love

And wake the emperor and his lovely bride, I tell you, lords, you do but plot your deatbs And rouse the prince ; and ring a hunter's peal, By this device.

That all the court may echo with the noise. Chi. Aaron, a thousand deaths

Sons, let it be your charge, as it is oors, Would I propose, to achieve her whom I love. To tend the emperor's person carefully : Car. To achieve her !-How ?

I have been troubled in my sleep this night, Dem. Why makest thou it so strange ?

But dawning day new comfort hath inspir'd. She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd ; She is a woman, therefore may be won ;

Horns wind a Peal. Enter SATURNINUS, TAShe is Lavinia, therefore must be lov'd.

MORA, BASSIANUS, LAVINIA, CHIRON, DEWhat, man ! more water glideth by the mill METRIUS, and attendants. Than wots the miller of ; and easy it is

Tit. Many good morrows to your majesty :of a cut loaf to steal a shive, we know : Madam, to you as many and as good! Though Bassianus be the emperor's brother, I promised your grace a hunter's peal. Better than he have yet worn Vulcan's badge. Sat. And you have rung it lustily, my lords, Car. Ay, and as good as Saturninus may. Somewhat too early for new-married ladies.

(Aside. Bas. Lavinia, how say you ! Dem. Then why should he despair, that knows Lav. I say, no : to court it

I have been broad awake two hours and more. With words, fair looks and liberality ?

Sat. Come on then, horse and chariots let usWhat, bast thou not full often struck a doe,

have, And borne her cleanly by the keeper's nose? And to our sport :-Madam, now shall ye see Car. Why then, it seems, somne certaiu suatch, | Our Roman hunting.

(TO TAYOR A. or so,

Mar. I bave dogs, my lord, Would serve your turns.

Will rouse the proudest panther in the chase, Chi. Ay, so the turn were serv'd.

And climb the highest promontory top. Dem. Aaron, thou hast hit it.

Tit. And I have horse will follow where the Car. 'Would you had hit it too ;

game Then should not we be tir'd with this ado. Makes way, and run like swallows o'er the plain. Why, hark ye, hark ye,- And are you such fools, Dem. Chiron, we bunt not, we, with horse nor To square for this ? Would it offend you then

hound, That both should speed ?

But hope to pluck a dainty doe to ground.

(Ereune. • This was the usual outcry for assistance, when any hot happened. † Asword worn in dancing.

• By nature, 1 Kpow.

I Quarrel.

1 Sacred here siguifics accursed: a Latinis01.

SCENE III.-- A desert Part of the Forest. 1 'Tis thought yon have a goodly gift in horning ;

And to be doubted, that your Moor and you Enter AARON, with a Bag of Goli.

Are singled forth to try experiments : Aar, He that had wit, would think that I bad Jove shield your husband from his bounds to-day : none,

'Tis pity they should take him for a stag. To bury so much gold under a tree,

Bas. Believe nie, queen, your swarth Cimme. And never after to inherit . it.

rian Let him that thinks of me so abjectly,

Doth make your honour of his body's bue, Know, that this gold must coin a stratagem; Spotted, detested, and abominable. Which, cunningly effected, will beget

Why are you sequester'd froin all your train ? A very excellent piece of villany;

Dis nouited from your show-wliite goodly steed, And so repose, sweet gold, for their unrest, + And wander'd bither to an abscure plot,

[Hides the Gold. Accompanied with a barbarous Moor, That have their alıns out of the empress' chest. Ii foul desire had not conducted you ?

Lar. And, being intercepted in your sport, Enter TAMORA.

Great reason that my noble lord be rated Tam. My lovely Aaron, wherefore look'st thou For sauciness.--I pray you, let us hence, sad,

And let her 'joy her raven colour'd love ; When every thing doth make a gleeful boast? This valley fits the purpose passing well. The birds chaunt melody on every bush :

Bas. The king, my brother, shall have note The snake lies rolled in the cheerful sun;

of this. The green leaves quiver with the cooling wind, Lav. Ay, for these slips have made him noted And make a chequer'd shadow on the ground:

long : L'nder their sweet shade, Aaron, let us sit : Good king ! to be so mightily abus'd! And-whilst the babbling echo mocks the hounds, Tam. Why have I patience to endure all this? Replying shrilly to the well-tun'd horns, As if a double hnnt were heard at once,

Enter CHIRON and DEMETRIUS. Let us sit down, and mark their yelling noise: Dem. How now, dear sovereign, and our gra. And-after conflict, such as was suppos'd

cious mother, The wandering prince of Dido once enjoy'd, Why doth your highness look so pale and wan? When with a happy storin they were surpris'd, Tam. Have I not reason, think you, to look And curtain'd with a counsel-keeping cave,

pale ? We may, each wreathed in the other's arms, These two have 'tic'd me hither to this place, Our pastimes done, possess a golden slumber; A barren detested vale, you see, it is : Whiles hounds, and horns, and sweet mielodious The trees, though summer, yet forlorn and lean, birds,

O'ercome with moss, and baleful mistetoe. Be unto us, as is a nurse's song

Here never shines the sun; here nothing breeds, of lullaby, to bring her babe asieep.

Unless the nightly owl, or fatal raven ; Aar. Madam, though Venus govern your de. And, when they show'd me this ablıorred pit, sires,

They told me, liere, at dead time of the night, Saturn is doininator over mine :

A thousand tiends, a thousand hissing snakes, What signifies my deadly standing eye,

Ten thonsand swelling toads, as many urchins, My silence, and iny cloudy inelancholy,

Would make such fearful and confused cries, My fieece of woolly hair that now ancurls, As any mortal body, hearing it, Even as an adder, when she doth unroll

Shonld straight fall mad, or else die suddenly. To do same fatal execution ?

No sooner bad they told this hellish tale, No, madam, these are no venereal signs ;

But straight they told me, they would bind me Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand,

here Blood and revenge are hainmering in iny lead. Unto the body of a dismal yew; Hark, Tamora--the empress of my soul,

And leave ine to this miserable death. Which never hopes more heaven than rests in And then they call'd me, foul adulteress, thee,

Lascivious Goth, and all the bitterest terms This is the day of doom for Bassianus :

That ever ear did hear to such effect. His Philomel i must loose her tongue to-day : And, had you not by wondrous fortune come, Thy sons make pillage of her chastity,

This vengeance on me had they executed : And wash their bands in Bassianus' blood. Revenge it, as you love your mother's life, Seest thou this letter? Take it up, I pray thee, Or be ye not henceforth call'd my cbildren. And give the king this fatal-plotted scroll :

Dem. Tbis is a witness that I am thy sor. Now questioni me no more, we are espied ;

(Stabs BASSIANCS. Here comes a parcel of our hopeful booty,

Chi. And this for me, struck home to show Which dreads not yet their lives' destruction.

my strength. Tom. Ah, my sweet Moor, sweeter to me than

Stabbing him likewise. life!

Lav. Ay, come, Semirainis,-nay, barbarous Aar. No more, great empress, Bassianus comes:

Tamora !
Be cross with him ; and i'll go fetch thy sons For no name fits thy nature but thy own!
To back thy quarrels whatsoe'er they be.

Tam. Give ine thy poniard ; you shall know [Exit.

my boys,

Your mother's hand shall right your inother's Enter BASSIANUS and LAVINIA.

wrong. Bas. Who have we here ? Rome's royal cm- Dem. Stay, madam, here is anore belongs to peress,

her; Unfurnish'd of' her well-beseeming troop? First thrash the corn, then after burn the straw: Or is it Dian, habited like her ;

This minion stood upon her chastity, Who hath abandoned her holy groves,

Upon ber nuptial vow, her loyalty, To see the general hunting in this forest? Aud with that painted hope braves your might: Tam. Saucy controller of our private steps !

ress. Had I the power that some say, Dian had, And shall she carry this unto her grave ? Thy temples should be planted presently

Chi. An if she do, I would I were a eunuch. With horns, as was Actæou's ; and the hounds Drag hence her husband to some secret hole, Should drive upon thy new transformed linbs : And make his dead trunk pillow to our Iust. Umuannerly intruder as thou art !

Tam. But when you bave the honey you de Lav. Under your patience, gentle emperess,


Let not this wasp outlive, us both to sting • Possess.

1 Disqniet. 1 Set Oxid's Mctimorphoses, Bouk v Part.

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