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ACT II. SCENÉ I.
SCENE Rome. .
Enter Aaron alone.
Aaron. Ow climbeth Tamora Olympus top,
Safe out of Fortune's shot, and fits aloft,
Secure of Thunders crack, or Lightning flash,
Advancd above pale Envies threatning reach ;
As when the golden Sun salutes the morn,
And having gilt the Ocean with his Beams,
Gallops the Zodiack in his gliftring Coach,
And over-looks the highest piering Hills:
Upon her Wit doth early Honour wait,
And Virtue ftoops and trembles at her Frown.
Then Aaron arm thy Heart, and fit thy Thoughts;
To mount aloft with thy Imperial Mistress,
And mount her Pirch, whom thou in triumph long
Hast Prisoner held, fetter'd in amorous Chains,
And faster bound to Aaron's charming Eyes,
Than is Prometheus ty'd to Caucasus.
Away with Navish Weeds, and idle Thoughts
I will be bright, and thine in Pearl and Gold,
To wait upon this new made Emperess.
To wait, said I ? To wanton with this Queen,
This Goddess, this Semiramis, this Queen,
This Syren, that will charm Rome's Saturnine, u
And see his Shipwrack, and his Common-weals.
Holla, what Storm is this?
Enter Chiron and Demetrius.
Dem. Chiron, thy Years want Wit, thy Wit wants Edge
And Manners, to intrude where I am Grac'd,
And may, for ought thou know'st, affeaed be.
Chi. Demetrius, thou doft over-ween in all,
And so in this, to bear me down with Braves:
'Tis not the Difference of a Year or two
Makes me less Gracious, or. thee more Fortunate ;
I am as able, and as fit as thou,
To serve, and to deserve my Mistress Grace,
And that my Sword upon thee fall approve,
And plead my Passion for Lavinia's Love.
Aar, Clubs, Clubs, these Lovers will not keep the Peace.
Dem. Why Boy, although our Mother (unadvis’d) Gave you a dancing Rapier by your side,
so desperate grown to threat your Friends? Go to; have your Lath glued within your Sheath, Till you know better how to handle it.
Chi. Mean while Sir, with the little Skill I have,
Full well shalt thou perceive how much I dare.
Dem. Ay Boy, grow ye fo brave?
Aar. Why now, Lords?
So near the Emperor's Palace dare you draw ?
And maintain such a Quarrel openly ?
Full well I wot the ground of all this Grudge.
I would not for a Million of Gold,
The Cause were known to them it most concerns.
Nor would your noble Mother, for much more,
Be so Dishonoured in the Court of Rome.
For shame put up.
Dem. Not I, till I have sheath'd
My Rapier in his Bofom, and withal
Thrust these reproachful Speeches down his Throat,
That he hath breath'd in my Dishonour here.
Chi. For, that I am prepard and full resolv'd,
Foul spoken Coward !
Thoa thundrest with thy Tongue,
And with thy Weapon nothing dar'st perform.
Aar. Away, I say.
Now by the Gods that warlike Goths adore,
This petry Brabble will undo us all;
Why Lords and think you not how dangerous
It isto set upon a Prince's Right?
What is Lavinia then become so loose,
Or Basianus fo degenerate,
That for her Love such Quarrels may be broacht,
Without Controulment, Justice, or Revenge?'
Young Lords, beware --- and should the Empress know
This Discord's ground, the Mufick would not please
Chio I care not, I, knew she and all the World, I love Lavinia more than all the World.
Learn thou to make some better choice,
Lavinia is thine elder Brother's hope.
Aar. Why are ye mad! Or know ye not in Rome
How furious and impatient they be,
And cannot brook Competitors in Love?
I tell you Lords, you do but plot your Deaths
By this devise.
Chi. Aaron, a thousand Deaths would I propose,
To atchieve her whom I do love?
Aar. Toatchieve her how !
Dem. Why mak'st thou it so strange?
She is a Woman, therefore may be wood,
She is a Woman, therefore may be won,
She is Lavinia, therefore must be lov'd.
What Man, more Water glidech by the Mill
Than wots the Miller of, and eafie it is
of a cut Loaf to steal a Shive we know :
Tho' Bassianus be the Emperor's Brother,
Better than he have yet worn Vulcan's Badge.
Aar. Ay, and as good as Saturninus may.
Dem. Then why should he despair, that knows to coure it With Words, fair Looks, and Liberality? What hast thou not full often ftruck a Doe, And born her cleanly by the Keeper's Nose?
Aar. Why then it seems some certain fnatch or so
Would serve your turns.
Chi, Ay, so the turn were ferved.
Dem. Aaron, thou haft bit it.
Aar. Would you had hit it too,
Then should not we be tir'd with this ado:
Why, hak ye, hark ve and are you such Fools
To square for this? Would it offend you then ?
Chi. Faith, not me.
Dem. Nor me, so I were one.
Aar. For shame be Friends, and join for that you jar.
'Tis Policy and Stratagem must do
That you affect, and so mult you resolve,
That what you cannot as you would atchieve,
You must perforce accomplish as you may:
Take this of me, Lucrece was not more Chalte
Than this Lavinia, Bassianus's Love;
A speedier course than lingring Languishment
Muft we pursue, and I have found the Path.
My Lords, a solemn Hunting is in hand,
There will the lovely Roman Ladies troop:
The Forest walks are wide and spacious,
And many unfrequented Plots there are,
Fitted by kind for Rape and Villany:
Single you thither then this dainty Doe, .
And strike her home by force, if not by words :
This way, or not at all, stand you in hope.
Come, come, our Empress with her sacred Wit
To Villany and Vengeance consecrate,
Will we acquaint with all that we intend,
And she shall file our Engines with advice,
That will not suffer you to square your selves,
But to your wishes heighth advance you both.
The Emperor's Court is like the House of Fame,
The Palace full of Tongues, of Eyes, of Ears:
The Woods are ruthlefs, dreadful, deaf and dull:
There speak, and strike, brave Boys, and take your turns.
There ferve your Lusts, shadow'd from Heaven's Eye,
And revel in Lavinia's Treasury.
Chi. Thy Counsel, Lad, smells of no Cowardise.
Dem. Si fas aut nefas, 'till I find the streams To cool this Heat ; a Charm to calm their Fits, Per Styga, per Manes vehor.
SCENE II. A Foreft.
Enter Titus Andronicus and his three Sons, making a noise
with Hounds and Horns, and Marcus.
Tit. The hunt is up, the Morn is bright and gray,
The Fields are fragrant, and the Woods are green,
Uncouple here, and let us make a Bay,
And wake the Emperor and his lovely Bride,
And royze the Prince, and ring a Hunter's Peal,
That all the Court may Eccho with the Noise.
Sons, let it be your charge, as it is ours,
To attend the Emperor's Person carefully:
I have been troubled in my Sleep this Night,
But dawning Day Dew Comfort hath inspir'd.
Wind Horns. Here a cry of Hounds, and wind Horns in a
Peal; then enter Saturninus, Tamora, Ballianus, Lavinia,
Chiron, Demetrius, and their Attendants.
Tit. Many good morrows to your Majesty,
Madam, to you as many and as good.
I promised your Grace a Hunter's Peal.
Sat. And you have rung it lustily, my Lords,
Somewhat too early for new married Ladies,
Baf. Lavinia, How say you?
Lav. I say, No:
I have been awake two hours and more.
Sat. Come on chen, Horse and Chariots let us have,
And to our Sport: Madam, now shall ye see
Our Roman Hunting.
Mar. I have Dogs, my Lord,
Will rouze the proudeft Panther in the Chase,
And climb the highest Promontory top.
Tit. And I have Horse will follow, where the Game
Makes away, and run like Swallows o'er the Plain.
Dem. Chiron, we hunt not, we, with Horse nor Hound, But hope to pluck a dainty Doe to Ground. [Exeunt.
Enter Aaron alone.
Aar. He that had Wit, would think that I had none,
To bury so much Gold under a Tree,
And never after to inherit it.
Let him that thinks of me so abje&ly,
Know that this Gold must coin a Stratagem,
Which cunningly effected, will beget
A very excelleot piece of Villany;
And só repose Sweet Gold for their unrest,
That have their Alms out of the Empress Cheft.
Tam. My lovely Aaron,
Wherefore look'st thou so sad,
When every thing doch make a Gleeful boast?
The Birds chaunt melody on every Bush,
The Snake lies rolled in the chearful Sun,
The green Leaves quiver with the cooling Wind,
And make a chequer'd shadow on the Ground:
Under their sweet shade, Aaron, let us fit,
And whilst the babling Eccho mocks the Hounds,