Sivut kuvina

What we wis Brutus swaste dishone woeful fehope:

Tit. Fear her not, Lucius :--Somewhat doth | What God will have discover'd for revenge : she mean :

Heaven guide thy pen to print thy sorrows plain See, Lucius, see, how much she makes of thee: That we may know the traitors and the truth ! Somewhither would she have thee go with her. She takes the staff in her mouth, and guides Ah ! boy, Cornelia never with more care

it with her stumps, and writes. Read to her sons, than she hath read to thee, Tit. Oh! do you read, my lord, what she hath Sweet poetry, and Tully's Orator,

Stuprum-Chiron- Demetrius.

[writ? Canst thou not guess wherefore she plies thee 1 Mar. What, wbat 1-the lustful sons of Tathus

mora Boy. My lord, I know not, I, nor can I guess, Perforiners of this heinous, bloody deed i Unless some it or frenzy do possess her:

Tit. Magne Dominator poli, For I have heard my grandsire say full oft, Tam lentus audis scelera ? tam lentus vides ! Extremity of griefs would make meu mad;

Mar. Oh! calm thee, gentle lord ! althoughi, And I have read that Hecuba of Troy

I know,
Ran mad through sorrow : That made me to fear : | There is enough written upon this earth,
Although, my lord, I know my noble aunt

To stir a mutiny in the mildest thoughts,
Loves me as dear as e'er my mother did,

And arm the minds of infants to exclaims. And would not, but in fury, fright my youth: My lord, kneel down with me; Lavinia, kneel; Which made me down to throw my books, and And kneel, sweet boy, the Roman Hector's hope : fly;

And swear with me,-as with the woeful feere, Causeless, perhaps : But pardon me, sweet aunt : And father, of that chaste dishonour'd dame, And, madam, if my uncle Marcus go,

Lord Junius Brutus sware for Lucrece' rape, I will most willinlgy attend your ladyship. That we will prosecute, by good advice, Mar. Lucius, I will.

Mortal revenge upon these traitorous Goths, (LAVINIA turns over the books which And see their blood, or die with this reproach. Lucius has let fall.

Tit. 'Tis sure enough, and you knew how, Tit. How now, Lavinia 1-Marcus, what means But if you hurt these bear-whelps, then beware : this?

The dam will wake ; and, if she wind you ouce, Some book there is that she desires to see :-- Sbe's with the lion deeply still in league, Which is it, girl, of these 1-Open them, boy. And lulls him whilst she playeth on her back, But thou art deeper read, and better skill'd; Aud, when he sleeps, will she do what she list. Come, and take choice of all my library,

You're a young huntsman, Marcus ; let it alone; And so beguile thy sorrow, till the heavens And come, I will go get a leaf of brass, Reveal the damn'd contriver of this deed.-- And with a gad + of steel will write these words, Why lifts she up her arms in sequence + thus ? And lay it by : the angry northern wind Mar. I think she means, that there was more Will blow these sands, like Sybil's leaves, abroad, than one

And where's your lesson then 1-Boy, what say Confederate in the fact :Ay, more there was :

you ? Or else to heaven she heaves them for revenge. | Boy. I say, my lord, that if I were a man,

Tit. Lucius, what book is that she tosseth so? Their mother's bed-chamber should not be safe

Boy. Grandsire, 'tis Ovid's Metamorphosis; For these bad-bondmen to the yoke of Rome. My mother gave't me.

Mar. Ay, that's my boy! thy father hath Mar. For love of her that's gone,

full oft, Perhaps she cull'd it from among the rest. For this upgrateful country done the like.

Tit. Soft ! see, how busily she turns the leaves !! Boy. And, uncle, so will 1, an if I live. Help her:

Tit. Come, go with me into mine armoury ; What would she find 1-Lavinia, shall I read ? Lucius, l'll fit thee ; and withal, my boy This is the tragic tale of Philomel,

Shall carry from me to the empress' sons And treats of Terens' treason and his rape ; Presents, that I intend to send them both : And rape, I fear, was root of thine annoy.

Come, come; thou'lt do thy message, wilt thon Mar. See, brother, see! note, how she quotes 11

not? the leaves.

Boy. Ay, with my dagger in their bosoms, Tit. Lavinia, wert thou thus surpris'd, sweet

grandsire. girl,

Tit. No, boy, not so ; I'll teach thee another Ravish'd and wrong'd, as Philomela was,

course. Forc'd in the ruthless, $ vast, and gloomy woods & Lavinia, come :-Marcus, look to my house : See, see!

Lucius and i'll go brave it at the court ; Ay, such a place there is, where we did hunt, Ay, marry, will we, Sir : and we'll be waited (Oh! had we never, never, hunted there !) Pattern'd by that the poet here describes.

(Ereunt Titus, LAVINIA, and Boy. By nature made for murders and for rapes.

Mar. O heavens, can you hear a good man Mar. Oh! why should nature build so foul a den.

And not relent, or not compassion him Unless the gods delight in tragedies !

Marcus, attend him in his ecstacy : Tit. Give signs, sweet girl,- for here are none That hath more scars of sorrow in his heart, but friends,

Than foe men's marks upon bis batter'd shield : What Roman lord it was durst do the deed : But yet so just, that he will not revenge :Or slunk not Saturnine, as Tarquin erst,

Revenge the heavens for old Andronicus ! Tbat left the camp to sin in Lucrece' bed?

Erit. Mar. Sit down, sweet niece ;-brother, sit down by me.

SCENE 11.-The same.--A Room in the Apollo, Pallas, Jove, or Mercury,

Inspire me, that I may this treason find!
My lord, look here ,-Look here, Lavinia :

Enter AARON, CHIRON, and DEMETRIUS, at This sandy plot is plain ; guide, if thou canst,

one Door ; at another Door, young Lucius, This after me, when I have writ my name

and an Attendant, with a Bundle of W'caWithout the help of any hand at all.

pons, and Verses urit upon them. He writes his name with his staff, and Chi. Demetrius, here's the son of Lucius ; guides it with his feet and mouth.


He hath some message to deliver to us. Curs'd be that heart, that forc'd us to this shift! Aar. Ay, some mad message from bis mad Write thou, good niece ; and bere display, at

grandfather. last,

Boy. My lords, with all the humbleness I

Tully's Treatise on Eloquence entitled Orater.
1 Succession.
1 Obserres.

• Husband,

The point of a spenz


Mall not proan,"rens,

I greet your honours trom Andronicus ;

i Nur. A joyless, dismal, black, and sorrowfu. And pray the Roman gods, confound you both.

issue :

[Aside. Here is the babe, as loathsome as a toad Dem. Gramercy, lovely Lucius: What's the | Amongst the fairest breeders of our clime. news 1

The empress sends it thee, thy stamp, thy seal, Boy. That you are both decipher'd that's the And bids thee christen it with thy dagger's news,

point. For villains mark'd with rape. (Aside.) May Aar. Out, out, you whore ! is black so base it please yon,

a hue? My grandsire, well-advis'd, bath sent by me Sweet blowse, you are a beauteous blossom, sure. The goodliest weapons of his armoury,

Dem. Villain, what hast thoui done?
To gratify your honourable youth.

Aar. Done! that which thou
The hope of Rome ; for so he bade me say Canst not undo.
And so I do, and with his gifts present

Chi. Thou hast undone our unother.
Your lordships, that whenever you have need, Aar. Villain, I have done thy mother.
You may be armed and appointed well :

Dem. And therein, hellish don, thou hast And so I leave you both, [Aside.] like bloody

undone. villains.

Woe to her chance, and damn'd her loathed [Excunt Boy and Attendant.

choice 1 Dem. What's here? A scroll; and written Accurs'd the offspring of so foul a fiend ! round about?

Chi. It shall not live. Let's see :

Aar. It sball not die. Integer vita, scelerisque purus,

Nur. Aaron, it must; the mother wills it so. Non eget Mauri jaculis, nec arcu.

Aar. What, must it, nurse ? then let no man Chi. Oh ! 'lis a verse in Horace; I know it

but I, I read it in the grammar long ago. (well: Do execution on my flesh and blood. Aar. Ay, just !--a verse in Horace :right, Dem. I'll broach • the tadpole on my rapier's you have it.

point :

[it. Now, what a thing it is to be an ass! (Aside. Nurse, give it me ; my sword shall soon despatch Here's no sound jest! the old man hath found Aar. Sooner this sword shall ploughi thy their guilt ;

bowels up. And sends the weapons wrapp'd about with lines,

(Takes the Child from the NURSE That wound, beyond their feeling, to the quick.

and draus. But were our witty empress well-a-foot,

Stay, murderons villains ! will you kill your She would applaud Andronicus' conceit.

brother But let her rest in her unrest awhile.

Now, by the burning tapers of the sky, And now, young lords, was't not a bappy star That shone so brightly when this boy was got, Led us to Rome, strangers, and, more than so, He dies upon my scimitar's sharp point, Captives, to be advanced to tbis height?

That touches this my first-born son and heir ! It did me good, before the Palace gate,

I tell you, younglings, not Enceladus, t To brave the tribune in his brother's hearing, With all his threat'ning band of Typhon's brood,

Dem. But me more good, to see so great a lord Nor great Alcides, t nor the god of war, Basely insinuate, and seud us gifts

Shall seize this prey out of his father's hands. tar. Had he not reason, lord Demetrius? What, what, ye sanguine, shallow-hearted boys ! Did you not use his daughter very friendly? | Ye white-lim'd walls ! ye alehouse painted Dem. I would we had a thousand Roman

signs ! dames

Coal black is better than another hue, At such a bay, by turn to serve our Inst.

In that it scorns to bear another hue : Chi. A charitable wish, and full of love. For all the water in the ocean Aar. Here lacks but your mother for to say can never turn a swan's black legs to white, amen.

Although she lave them hourly in the flood. Chi. And that would she for twenty thousand Tell the empress from me, I am of age more.

To keep mine own ; excuse it how she can. Dem. Come, let us go ; and pray to all the Dem. Wilt thou betray thy noble mistress thus ? For our beloved mother in her pains. (gods Aar. My mistress is my mistress; this my. Aar. Pray to the devils; the gods have given

self; us o'er.

[Aside. Flourish. The vigour and the picture of my youth : Dem. Why do the emperor's trumpets fourish This, before all the world, do I prefer ; thus ?

This maugre g all the world, will I keep safe, Chi. Belike for joy the emperor hath a son. Or some of you shall smoke for it in Rome. Dem. Soft ; who comes here?

Dem. By this our mother is for ever shain'd.

Chi. Rome will despise her for this foul escape. Enter a Nurse, with a black-a-moor Child in

Nur. The emperor, in bis rage, will doom her her arms.

death. Nur. Good morrow, lords :

Chi. I blush to think upon this ignomy, Oh! tell ine, did you see Aaron the Moor. Aar. Why, there's the privilege your beauty Aar. Well, more or less, or ne'er a whit at

bears : all,

Fie, treacherous hue I that will betray with blush. Here Aaron is : and what with Aaron now?

Nur. O gentle Aaron, we are all undone ! The close enacts and counsels of the heart ! Now help or woe betide thee evermore!

Here's a young lad fram'd of another leer: 1 Aar. Why, what a caterwauling dost thou Look, how the black slave smiles upon the fa. keep !

ther; What dost thou wrap and fumble in thine arms ? As who should say, old lad, I am thine own. Nur. Oh ! that which I would hide from hea. | He is your brother, lords ; sensibly fed ven's eye,

(grace ;

of that self-blood that first gave life to you; Our empress' shame, and stately Rome's dis- And, from that womb where you imprison'd were, She is deliver'd, lords, she is deliver'd.

He is enfranchised and come to light : Aar. To whom ?

Nay, he's your brother by the surer side, Nur. I mean, she's brought to bed.

Although my seal be stamped in his face. Aar. Well, God

Nur Aaron, what shall I say unto the empress? Give her good rest! What hath be sent her?

Nur. A devil.
Aar. Why then she's the devil's dam; a joy I Hercules,

• Spit.

A giant, the son of Titan and Terra. $ In spite of.

Ignominy. ful issue.

1 Complexion.

Dem. Advise thee, Aaron, what is to be dor e. And pierce the inmost centre of the earth : And we will all subscribe to thy advice :

Then, when you come to Pluto's region, Save thou the child, so we may all be safe. I pray you, deliver him this petition : Aar. Then sit we down, and let us all con- | Tell him, it is for justice and for aid, sult.

And that it comes from old Andronicus, My son and I will have the wind of yon :

Shaken with sorrows in ungrateful Rome.Keep there : Now talk at pleasure of your safety. Ah! Rome!--Well, well; I made thee miserable

[They sit on the Ground. What time I threw the people's suffrages Dem. How many women saw this child of his ? On him that thus doth tyrannise o'er ine.-Aar. Why, so, brave lords : When we all join Go, get you gone ; and pray be careful all, in league,

And leave you not a man of war unsearch’d; I am a lamb: but if you brave the Moor,

This wicked ernperor may have shipp'd her hence, The chafed boar, the mountain lioness,

And, kinsmen, then we may go pipe for justice. The ocean swells not so as Aaron storins.

Mur. O Publius, is not this a heavy case, But, say again, how many saw the child ?

To see thy noble uncle thus distract? Nur. Cornelia the midwife, and myself,

Pub. Therefore, my lord, it highly us conAnd no one else, but the delivered empress.

Aar. The emperess, the midwife, and yourself: By day and night to attend him carefully;
Two may keep counsel, when the third's away : And feed his humour kindly as we may,
Go to the empress ; tell her, this I said : | Till time beget some careful remedy.

(Stabbing her. Mar. Kinsmen, his sorrows are past remedy. Weke, weke !--s0 cries a pig prepar'd to the spit. Join with the Goths; and with revengeful war Dem. What mean'st thou, Aaron ? Wherefore Take wreak on Rome for this ingratitude, didst thou this?

And vengeance on the traitor Saturuine. Aar. O lord, Sir, 'tis a deed of policy:

Tit. Publius, how now? how now, my mas. Shall she live to betray this guilt of ours?

ters! What, A long-tongu'd babbling gossip ? no, lords, no. Have you met with her ? And now be it known to you my full intent.

Pub. No, my good lord ; but Plutos seuds you Not far, one Mulitens Jives, my countryman,

word, His wife but yesternight was brought to bed, If you will have revenge from hell, you sball : His child is like to her, fair as you are :

Marry, for Justice, she is so employ'd, (else, Go pack with him, and give the mother gold, He thinks, with Jove in heaven, or somewhere And tell them both the circumstance of all; So that perforce you must needs stay a time. And how by this their child shall be advanc'd Tit. He doth me wrong, to feed me with deAnd be received for the emperor's heir,

l'Il dive into the burning lake below, (lays. And substituted in the place of mine,

And pull her out of Acheron by the heels. To calm this tempest whirling in the court; Marcns, we are but shrubs, no cedars we; And let the emperor dandle him for his own, No big-bon'd men, fram'd of the Cyclop's size : Hark ye, lords, ye see, that I have given her But metal, Marcus, steel to the very back ;

physic, (Pointing to the NURSE. Yet wrung with wrongs, more than our backs And you must needs bestow her funeral;

can bear : The fields are near and you are gallant grooms : And sitht there is no justice in earth nor hell, This done, see that you take no longer days, We will solicit heaven; and move the gods But send the midwife presently to me.

To send down justice for to wreak t our wrongs : The midwife, and the nurse, well made away, Come, to this gear. You are a good archer, Then let the ladies tattle what they please.

Marcus. [He gives them the arrows. Chi. Aaron, I see, thou wilt not trust the air Ad Jovem, that's for you :-Here, ud Apolli. With secrets.

Ad Martem, that's for myself ;- (nem Dem. For this care of Tamora,

Here, boy, to Pallas : Here, to Mercury : Herself, and her's, are bighly bound to thee. 'To Saturu, Caius, not to Saturnine,

[Ereunt DEM. and Chi. bearing of the You were as good to shoot against the wind. NURSE.

To it, boy. Marcus, loose when I bid; Aar. Now to the Goths, as swift as swallow O’ my word, I have written to effect;

There's not a god left unsolicited. There to dispose this treasure in mine arms, Mar. Kinsmen, shoot all your shafts into the And secretly to greet the empress' friends.

court: Come on, you thick-lipp'd slave, I'll bear you We will affict the emperor in his pride. hence ;

Tit. Now, masters, draw. They shoot.) 0 For it is you that puts us to our shifts :

well said, Lucius! I'll make you feed on berries, and on roots, Good boy, in Virgo's lap; give it Pallas. And feed on curds and whey, and suck the goat, Mar. My lord, I aim a mile beyond the moon; And cabin in a cave ; and bring you up To be a warrior, and command a camp. (Exit. Tit. Ha! Publius, Publius what hast thou

done! SCENE III.-The same.-A Public Place. See, see, thou hast shot off one of Taurus' horns,

Mar. This was the sport, my lord: when Enter Titus, bearing arrows, with letters

Publius shot, at the ends of them; with him MARCUS, I The bull being call'd, gave Aries snch a knock young LUCIVS, and other Gentlemen with That down fell both the rain's horns the bous.


(villain ! Tit. Come, Marcus, come; Kinsmen, this is and who should find them but the empress' the way :-

She laugh'd, and told the Moor, he should not Sir boy, now let me see your archery :

clioose Look ye draw hoine enough, and 'tis tbere straight: But give them to his master for a present. Terras Astraa reliquit :

Tit. Why, there it goes : God give your lordBe you remember'd, Marcus, she's gone, slie's

ship joy. fled. Sir, take you to your tools. You, cousins, shall

Enter a CLOWN, uith a basket and tuo pigrons. Go sound the ocean, and cast your nels;

News, news from licaven ! Marcus, the post is Happily you may find her in the sea ;

conie. Yet there's as little justice as at land :

Sirrah, what tidings I have yon any letters? No: Publius and Sempronius, you must do it ; Sball I have justice ? what sys Jupiter ? "Tis you must dig with mattock, and with spade,

+ Siocc

Revenge • Bargain with.

Dress, furniture

fies ;

bertes, and suck the goat,

wo Tetter' is with Jupiter by the that hast thou ma Digeons, Sir; nothing elseen? But, Titus, I have toucharon now be wise,

Clo. Hol the gibbet-maker ? he says that he | The effects of sorrow for his valiant sona, hath taken them down again, for the man must Whose loss hath pierc'd him deep, and scarr'd not be hanged till the next week.

his heart; Tit. But what says Jupiter, I ask thee?

And ratber comfort bis distressed plight, Clo. Alas, Sir, I know lot Jupiter ; I never Than prosecute the meanest, or the best, drank with him in all my life.

For these contempts. Why, thus it shall become Tit. Why, villain, art not thou the carrier? | High-witted Tainora to gloze • with all :

(Aside. Tit. Why, didst thou not come from heaven? | But, Titus, I have touch'd thee to the quick,

Clo. From heaven? alas, Sir, I never came Thy life-blood out : Jf Aaron now be wise, there : God forbid I should be so bold to press | Then is all safe, the anchor's in the heaven in my young days. Why, I am going with my pigeons to the tribunal plebs, to take

Enter Clown. up a matter of brawl betwixt iny uncle and one How now, good fellow? would'st thou speak with of the emperial's men.

us ? Mar. Why, Sir, that is as fit as can be, to Clo. Yes, forsooth, an your mistership be im. serve for your oration; and let him deliver the

perial. pigeous to the emperor from you.

Tam. Empress I am, but yonder sits the emTit. Tell me, can you deliver an oration to

peror. the einperor with a grace ?

Clo. 'i'is he.-God and saint Stephen give you Clo. Nay, truly, Sir, I could never say grace good den :-I have brought you a letter, and a in all my life.

couple of pigeons here. Tit. Sirrah, come hither : make no more ado,

(SATURNINUS reads the Letter. But give your pigeons to the emperor:

Sat. Go, take him away, and hang him pre. By me thou shalt have justice at his hands.

sently, Hold, bold-mean while, here's money for thy Clo. How much money must I have ? charges.

Tam. Come, Sirrah, you must be bang'd. Give me a pen and ink.

stion ? Clo. Hang'o! DET lau

Clo. Hang'd! by'r lady, then I have brought Sirrah, can you with a grace deliver a supplica- up a neck to a fair end.

Erit guarded Clo, Ay, Sir.

Sat. Despiteful and intolerable wrongs! Tit. Then here is a supplication for you. And Shall I endure this monstrous villany 1 when you come to him, at the first approach, you I know from whence this same device procecds : must kneel; then kiss his foot; then deliver up May this be borne 3-as if his traitorous sons, your; and then look for your reward ; That died by law for murder of our brother, lil be at hand, Sir : see you do it bravely. Have by my means been butcher'd wrongfully. ('lo. I warrant you, Sir ; let me alone.

Go, drag the villain hither by the hair ; Tit. Sirrah, hast thou a knife ? Come, let me Nor age, nor honour, shall shape privilege :Here, Marcus, fold it in the oration ; [see it. For this proud mock, I'll be thy slaughterman ; For thou hast made it like an humble suppli Sly frantic wretch, that holp'st to make me great, ant :

In hope thyself should govern Rome and me. And when thou hast given it to the emperor,

Enter Knock at my door, and tell me what he says.

MILIUS. (lo, God be with you, Sir; I will.

Wbat news with thee, Æinilinis ? Tit. Come, Marcus, let's go :-Publius, fol- Emil. Arin, arm, my lord ; Rome never had low me.


more cause !

The Goths have gather'd head ; and with a power SCEVE IV. The same.- Before the Palace of high-resolved men, bent to the spoil,

They hither march amain, under the conduct Enter SATURNINUS, TAMORA, CHIRON, DEUE

Of Lucius, son to old Andronicus; TRIUS, LORDS, and others : SATURNINUS with

| Who threats, in course of this revenge, to do the arrows in his hand, that Titus shot.

As much as ever Coriolanus did. Sat. Why, lords, what wrongs are these? Was Sat. Is warlike Lucius general of the Gothis 1 ever seen

These tidings nip me; and I hang the head An emperor of Rome thus overborne,

As flowers with frost, or grass beat down witla Troubled, confronted thus : and, for the extent

storms. Of egal + justice, us'd in such contempt?

Ay, now begin our sorrows to approach: My lords, you know, as do the mightful gods, 'Tis he the common people love so iniich ; However these disturbers of our peace

Myself hath often over-heard them say, Buz in the people's ears, there nought hath (When I have walked like a private man,) pass'd,

That Lucius' banishment was wrongfully, But even with law, against the wilful sons And they have wish'd that Lucius were their em. of old Andronicus. And what an if

peror. His sorrows have so overwbelm'd bis wits,

Tam. Why should you fear? is not your city Shall we be thus afflicted in his wreaks,

strong? His fits, his frenzy, and his biterness?

Sat. Ay, but the citizens favour Lucius ; And now he writes to heaven for his redress : And will revolt from me, to snccour him. See, here's to Jove, and this to Mercnry;

Tam. King, be thy thoughts imperious, + like This to Apollo ; this to the god of war :

thy name.
Sweet scrolls to fly about the streets of Rome! Is the sun dimm'd, that gnats do fy in it ?
What's this, but libelling against the senate, The eagle suffers little birds to sing,
And blazoning our injustice every where ?

And is not careful what they mean therehy; A goodly bumour, is it not, my lords?

Kuowing that with the shadow of his wings, As who would say, in Rome no justice were. | He can at pleasure stint i their melody: But, if I live, his feigned ecstacies

Even so may'st thou the giddy men of Rome. Shall be no shelter to these outrages :

Then cheer thy spirit : for know thou, emperor, But he and his shall know that justice lives I will enchant the old Andronicus In Saturninus' health ; whom, ir she sleep, With words inore sweet, and yet more dangerous, He'll so awake, as she in fury shall

Than baits to fish, or honey-stalks ý to sheep ; Cut off the proud'st conspirator that lives.

When as the one is wounded with the bait. Tam. My gracious lord, my lovely Saturnine, The other rotted with delicious feed. Lord of iny life, commander of my thoughts, Sat. But he will not entreat his son for us. calm thee, and bear the faults of Titus' age, Tam. If Tamora entreat him, then he will:

• The Clown means to say plebcian tribune, i.e. tribune of the tople.

+ Equal

• Flatter

+ Imperial.
$ Clover-towers.


eye ;


For I can smooth, and fill bis aged ear

Luc. 0 worthy Goth! this is the incarnate With golden promises ; that were his heart

devil Almost inpregnable, his old ears deaf,

That robb'd Andronicus of his good hand : Yet should both ear and heart obey my tongue.- This is the pearl that pleas'd your empress' Go thou before, be our ambassador;

176 Æmilius. And here's the base fruit of bis burning lust.Say, that the emperor requests a parley

Say, wall-ey'd slave, whither would'st thou cou. of warlike Lucius, and appoint the meeting

vey Even at his father's house, the old Androuicus'. This growing image of thy fiend-like face 1

Sat. Æmilius, do this message honourably : Why dost not speak? What! deaf? No; not a And if he stand on hostage for his safety,

word? Bid him demand what pledge will please him best. A halter, soldiers ; bang him on this tree, Emil. Your bidding shall I do eflectually. And by his side his fruit of bastardy.

[Erit ÆMILIUS. Aar. Touch not the boy, he is of royal blood Tam. Now will I to that old Andronicus ;

Luc. Too like the sire for ever being good. And temper him, with all the art I have, First hang the child, that he may see it sprawi To pluck proud Lucius from the warlike Goths. A sight to vex the father's soul withal. And now, sweet emperor, be blithe again, Get me a ladder. And bury all thy fear in my devices.

(A ladder brought, which AARON is Sat. Then go successfully, and plead to him.

obliged to ascend.
. (Exeunt. Aar. Lucius, save the child ;

And bear it from me to the emperess.
If thou do this, I'll show thee wondrous things,

That highly may advantage thee to hear :

If thou wilt uot, befall what may befall,

I'll speak no more-But vengeance rot yon all SCENE 1.-Plains near Rome.

Luc. Say on; and, if it please me which thou

speak'st, Enter Lucius and Goths, with drum and Thy child shall live, and I will see it nourish'd. colours.

Aar. An if it please thee? why, assure thee Luc. Approved warriors, and my faithfull,

Lucius, friends,

'Twill vex thy soul to hear what I shall speak; I have received Ictters from great Rome,

For I must talk of murders, rapes, and masWhich signify, what hate they bear their em

And how desirous of our sight they are. (peror. | Acts of black night, abominable deeds,
Therefore, great lords, be, as your titles witness I Complots of mischief, treason ; villadies
Imperious, and impatient of your wrongs;

Ruthful to hear, yet piteously perform'd ;
Aud, wherein Rome hath done you any scath,

And this shall all be buried by my death, Let him make treble satisfaction.

Unless thou swear to me, my child shall live. 1 Goth. Brave slip, sprung from the great An

Luc. Tell on thy mind : I say, thy child shall dronicus,

[fort, Whose name was once our terror, now our com

Aar. Swear that he shall, and then I will Whose high exploits, and honourable deeds,

begin. Ingrateful Rome requites with foul contempt,

Luc. Who should I swear by ? thou believ'st Be bold in us : we'll follow where thou lead'st,

no god : Like stinging bees in hottest summer's day,

That granted, how canst thou believe an oath ? Led by their master to the flower'd fields,

Aar. What if I do not ? as indeed, I do not : And be aveng'd on cursed Tamora.

Yet, for I know thou art religious, Goths. And, as he saith, so say we all with And hast a thing within thee, called conscience. him.

With twenty popish tricks and ceremonies, Luc. I humbly thank him, and I thank you | Which I have seen thee careful to observe, all.

Therefore I urge thy oath :--For that, I know, But who comes here, led by a lusty Goth ?

An idiot holds his bauble for a god,

And keeps the oath, which by that god he swears ; Enter a Goth, leading AARON, with his child To that I'll urge him :-Therefore, thou shalt in his arms.


By that same god, what god soe'er it be, 2 Goth. Renowned Lucius, from our troops I That thou ador'st and hast in reverence, stray'd,

To save my boy, to nourish, and bring him up; To gaze upon a ruinous monastery ;

Or else I will discover nought to thee. And as I earnestly did fix mine eye

Luc. Even by my god, I swear to thee, I will. Upon the wasted building, suddenly

Aar. First, know thou, I begot him on the I heard a child cry underneath a wall :

empress. I made unto the noise ; when soon I heard

Luc. O most insatiate, luxurions + woman! The crying babe controll’d with this discourse : Aar. Tut, Lucius! this was but a deed of Peace, tawny slave ; half me, and half thy

charity, dam!

To that which thon shalt hear of me anon. Did not thy hue beuray whose brat thou art, 'Twas her two sons that murder'd Bassianus : Had nature lent thee but thy mother's look, They cut thy sister's tongue and ravish'd her, Villain, thou might'st have been an emperor : And cut her bands, and trimm'd her as thon But where the bull and cow are both milk

sa w'st. white,

Luc. (détestable villain ! call'st thou that They never do beget a coal-black calf.

trimming ? Peace, villain, peace even thus he rates the Aar. Why, she was wash'd, and cut, and babe,

trimm'd; and 'twas For I must bear thee to a trusty Goth ; [Trim sport for thein that had the doing of it. Who, when he know's thou art the cmpress' Luc. O barbarous, beastly villains, like thybabe,

self! Will hold thee dearly for thy mother's sake. | Aar. Indeed, I was their tutor to instruct With this my weapon drawn, I rush'd upon him, Surpris'd him suddenly, and brought him hi- That codding spirit had they from their mother, ther,

As sure a card as ever won the set : To use as you think nсedral of the man.

Allning to the proverb, “A black man is a pearl 10 • Harm. la foir woman's cyc."



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