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Was there none else in Rome to make a stale of, Mart. He is not with himself: let us withdraw,
But Saturnine? Full well, Andronicus,

Quin. Not I, till Mutius' bones be buried.
Agree these deeds with that proud brag of thine,

(MARCUS and the Sons of Titus kneel. That said'st, I beggʻd the empire at thy hands. Mar. Brother, for in that name doth nature Tit. O monstrous! what reproachful words plead.

(speak. are these?

[piece Quin. Father, and in that name doth nature Sat. But go thy ways; go, give that changing Tit. Speak thou no more, if all the rest will To him that flourish'd for her with his sword : speed.

(soul,A valiant son-in-law thou shalt enjoy;

Mar. Renowned Titus, more than half my One fit to bandy with thy lawless sons,

Luc. Dear father,soul and substance of us all, To ruffle in the commonwealth of Rome.

Mar. Suffer thy brother Marcus to inter Tit. These words are razors to my wounded His noble nephew here in virtue's nest, heart.

(Goths - That died in honour and Lavinia's cause. Sat. And therefore, lovely Tamora, queen of Thou art a Roman, be not barbarous. That, like the stately Phoebe 'mongst her The Greeks, upon advice, did bury Ajax nymphs,

That slew himself; and wise Laertes' son
Dost overshine the gallant'st dames of Rome,- Did graciously plead for his funerals,
If thou be pleas'd with this my sudden choice, Let not young Mutius then, that was thy joy,
Behold, I choose thee, Tamora, for my bride, Be barr'd his entrance here.
And will create thee emperess of Rome.

Tit.

Rise, Marcus, rise :Speak, queen of Goths, dost thou applaud my The dismal'st day is this, that e'er I saw, choice?

To be dishonour'd by my sons in RomelAnd here I swear by all the Roman gods Well, bury him, and bury me the next. Sith priest and holy water are so near,

(Mutius is put into the Tomb. And tapers burn so bright, and every thing Luc. There lie thy bones, sweet Mutius, with In readiness for Hymeneus stand,

thy friends,
I will not resalute the streets of Rome, Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomb!
Or climb my palace, till from forth this place All. No man shed tears for noble Mutius;
I lead espous'd my bride along with me. He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause.
Tam. And here, in sight of heaven, to Rome Mar. My lord, -to step out of these dreary
I swear,

dnmps,-
If Saturnine advance the queen of Goths, How comes it that the subtle queen of Goths
She will a handmaid be to his desires,

Is of a sudden thus advanc'd in Rome? A loving nurse, a mother to his youth.

Tit. I know not, Marcus; but, I know, it is; Sat. Ascend, 'fair queen, Pantheon :-Lords, Whether by device, or no, the heavens can tell: accompany

Is she not then beholden to the man
Your noble emperor, and his lovely bride, That brought her for this high good turn so far?
Sent by the heavens for prince Saturnine, Yes, and will nobly him remunerate.
Whose wisdom hath her fortune conquered: Flourish. Re-enter at one side SATURNINUS, attend-
There shall we consummate our spousal rites. ed: Tamora, CHIRON, DEMETRIU S, and Aarox:
[Exeunt SATURNINUS and his Followers; TA at the other, BASSIANUS, LAVINIA, and Others.

MORA, and her Sons; AARON, and Goths. Sat. So, Bassianus, you have play'd your prize;
Tit. I am not bid to wait upon this bride;-God give you joy, sir, of your gallant bride.
Titus, when wert thou wont to walk alone, Bas. And you of yours, my lord: I say no more,
Dishonour'd thus, and challenged of wrongs? Nor wish no less; and so I take my leave.
Re-enter Marcus, LUCIUS, QUINTUS, and Sat. Traitor, if Rome have law, or we have
MARTUS.

power,
Mar. O, Titus, see, 0, see, what thou hast Thou and thy faction shall repent this rape.
In & bad quarrel slain a virtuous son. (done! Eas. Rape, call you it, my lord, to seize my

Tit. No, foolish tribune, no; no son of mine, - own,
Nor thou, nor these confederates in the deed My true betrothed love, and now my wife?
That hath dishonour'd all our family;

But let the laws of Rome determine all:
Unworthy brother, and unworthy sons ! Mean while I am possess'd of that is mine.

Luc. But let us give him burial, as becomes; Sat. 'Tis good, sir: You are very short with us ;
Give Mutius burial with our brethren. But, if we live, we'll be as sharp with you.

Tit. Traitors, away! he rests not in this tomb. Bas. My lord, what I have done, as best I may,
This monument five hundred years hath stood, Answer I must, and shall do with my life.
Which I have sumptuously re-edified: Only thus much I give your grace to know,
Here none but soldiers, and Rome's servitors, By all the duties that I owe to Rome,
Repose in fame; none basely slain in brawls:- This noble gentleman, Lord Titus here,
Bury him where you can, he comes not here. Is in opinion, and in honour, wrong'd,

Nar, My lord, this is impiety in you: That, in the rescue of Lavinia,
My nephew Mutius' deeds do plead for him; With his own hand did slay his youngest son,
He must be buried with his brethren. (pany. In zeal to you, and highly mov'd to wrath

Quin. Mart. And shall, or him we will accom- To be controll'd in that he frankly gave:
Mit. And shall? What villain was it spoke Receive him then to favour, Saturnine;
that word?

[but here. That hath express'd himself in all his deeds,
Quir. He that would vonch 't in any place A father, and a friend, to thee, and Rome.
Tit. What would you bury him in my despite? Tit. Prince Bassianus, leave to plead my
Mar. No, noble Titus; but entreat of thee

deeds;
To pardon Mutius and to bury him. (crest, 'Tis thou, and those, that have dishonour'd me:

Tat. Marcus, even thou hast struck upon my Rome and the righteous heavens be my judge,
And, with these boys, mine honour thou hast How I have lov'd and honour'd Saturnine !
My foes I do repute you every one; wounded : Tam. My worthy lord, if ever Tamora
So trouble me no more, but get you gone. Were gracious in those princely eyes of thive,

Art Srroud.

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?

SCENE I. Rome. Before the Palace. Tam. Not so, my lord; the gods of Rome

Enter A AROX. forefend,

Aar. Now climbeth Tamora Olympus' top, I should be author to dishonour you !

Safe out of fortune's shot; and sits aloft, But, on mine honour, dare I undertake

Secure of thunder's crack, or lightning's flash, For good Lord Titus' innocence in all,

Advanc'd above pale envy's threat'ning reach Whose fury not dissembled, speaks his griefs : As when the golden sun salutes the morn, Then, at my suit, look graciously on him; And, having gilt the ocean with his beams, Lose not so noble a friend on vain suppose, Gallops the zodiack in his glistering coach, Nor with sour looks aftlict his gentle heart. And overlooks the highest-peering hills; My lord, be rul'd by me, be won at last,

So Tamora. Dissemble all your griefs and discon

Upon her wit doth earthly honour wait, tents:

(throne;

And virtue stoops and trembles at her frown. You are but newly planted in your

Then, Aaron,arm thy heart,and fit thy thoughts, Lest then the people, and patricians too, To mount aloft with thy imperial mistress, Upon a just survey, take Titus' part,

And mount her pitch--whom thou in triumph And so supplant us for ingratitude

long (Which Rome reputes to be a heinous Hast prisoner held, fetter'd in amorous chaing; sin),

Aside. And faster bound to Aaron's charming eyes, Yield at entreats, and then let me alone:

Than is Prometheus tied to Caucasus. I'll find a day to massacre them all,

Away with slavishi weeds, and servile thonghts! And raise their faction and their family,

I will be bright, and shine in pearl and gold, The cruel father and his traitorous sons, To wait upou this new-made emperess. To whom I sued for my dear son's life;

To wait, said I? to wanton with this nymph, And make them know, what 'tis to let

This goddess, this Semiramis--this queen, a queen

in vain.

This syren, that will charm Rome's Saturnine, Kneel in the streets, and beg for grace

And see his shipwreck, and his commonweal's. Corne, come, sweet emperor,--Come, Andro- Holla! what storm is this? nicus,

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

wants edge, Sat. Rise, Titus, rise, my empress bath pre- And manners, to intrude where I am grae'dvail'd.

And may, for ought thou know'st, affected be. Tit. I thank your majesty, and her, my lord : Chi. Demetrius, thou dost overween 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, the more fortunateAnd 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 the shall approve, That I have reconcil'd your friends and you. And plead my passions for Lavinia's love. For you, Prince Bassianus, I have pass'd Aar. Clubs, clubs! these lovers will not keep My word and promise to the emperor,

the peace.

(vis'd, That you will be more mild and tractable. Dem. Why, boy, although our mother, unadAnd fear not, lords,--and you, Lavinia, Gave you a dancing-rapier by your side, By my advice, all humbled on your knces Are you so desperate grown, to threat your You shall ask pardon of his majesty.

friends? Luc. We do; and vow to heaven, and to his Go to, have your lath glued within your sheath highness,

Till yon know better how to handle it. That, what we did, was mildly, as we might, Chi. Meanwhile, sir,with the little skill I have, Tend'ring our sister's honour, and our own. Full well shalt thou perceive how much I dare.

Mar. That on mine honour here I do protest. Dem. Ay, boy, grow ye so brave? [They draw. Sat. Away,and talk not; trouble is no more.- Aar.

Why, how now, lorus? Tam. Nay, nay, sweet emperor, we must all So near the emperor's palace dare you draw, be friends

And maintain such a quarrel openly ? The tribune and his nephews kneel for grace: Full well I wot the ground of all this grudge; I will not be denied. Sweet heart, look back. I would not for a million of gold,

Sat. Marcus, for thy sake, and thy brother's The cause were known to them it must concerns: And at my lovely Tamora's entreats, (here, Nor would your noble mother, for much more, I do remit these young men's heinous faults. Be so dishonour'd in the court of Rome. Stand up.

For shaine, put up. Lavinia, though you left me like a churi,

Dem.

Not I: till I have sheath'd I found a friend-and sure as death I swore, My rapier in his bosom, and, withal, I would not part a bachelor from the priest. Thrust these reproachful speeches down his Come, if the emperor's court can feast two brides, throat, You are my guest, Lavinia, and your friends That he hath breath'd in my dishonour here. This day shall be a love-day, Tamora.

Chi. For that I am prepard and full resolvid, Til. Tomorrow, an it please your majesty, Foul spoken coward! that thunder'st with thy To hunt the panther and the hårt with me,

tongue, With horn and hound, we'll give you grace bon And with thy weapon nothing darst perform. Sat, Be it so, Titns, and gramercy too. ( jour. Aar. Away, I say.

Exeunt. Now by the gods, that warlike Goths adore,

This petty brabble will undo us all. The palace fall of tongues, of eyes, of ears : Why, lords, and think you not how dangerous The woods are ruthless, dreadful, deaf, and dull; It is to jut upon a prince's right?

There speak, and strike, brave boys, and take What, is Lavinia then become so loose,

your turns:

[eye, Or Bassianus so degenerate,

There serve your lust, shadow'd from heaven's That for her love such quarrels may be broach'd, And revel in Lavinia's treasury, Without controlment, justice, or revenge ? Chi. Thy counsel, lad, smells of no cowardice. Young lords, beware!-an should the empress Dem. Sit fas ant nefas, till I find the stream know

(please. To cool this heat, a charm to calm these fits, This discord's ground, the musick would not Per Styga, per manes vehor.

(Excunt. Chi, I care not, I knew she and all the world :

SCENE II. I love Lavinia more than all the world. Dem. Youngling, learn thou to make some A Forest near Rome. A lodge seen at a distance. meaner choice:

Horns, and a cry of hounds heard. Lavinia is thine elder brother's hope. (Rome Enter Titus ANDRONICUS, with Hunters, &c. Aar. Why are ye mad? or know ye not, in

MARCUS, LUCIUS, QUINTUS, and MAETIUS, How furious and impatient they be,

Tit. The hunt is up, the morn is bright and gray, And cannot brook competitors in love? I tell you, lords, you do but plot your deaths, Uncouple here, and let us make a bay,

The fields are fragrant, and the woods are green: By this device.

And wake the emperor and his lovely bride, Chi. Aaron, a thousand deaths

And rouse the prince; and ring a hunter's peal, Would I propose, to achieve her whom I love.

That all the court may echo with the noise. Aar. To achieve her!How? Dem. Why mak'st thon it so strange ?

Sous, let it be your charge, as it is our's,

To tend the emperor's person carefully : She is a woman, therefore may be wood;

I have been troubled in my sleep this night, She is a woman, therefore may be won;

But dawning day new comfort hath inspird. She is Lavinia, therefore must be lov'd. What, man! more water glideth by the mill

llorns roin a real. Enter SATURNIXIS, TAMORA, Than wots the miller of; and easy it is

BASSIANUS, LAVINIA, CHIROX, DEXETRICS. Of a cut loaf to steal a shive, we know :

and Attendants. Though Bassianus be the emperor's brother, Tit. Many good morrows to your majesty ;Better than he have yet worn Vulcan's badge. Madam, to you as many and as good ! Aar. Ay, and as good as Saturninus may. I promised your grace a hunter's peal.

(Aside.

Sat. And you have rung it lustily, my lords, Dem. Then why should he despair, that knows Somewhat too early for new married ladies. to court it

Burs. Lavinia, how say you? With words, fair looks, and liberality ?

Lot.

I say, no; What, hast thou not full often struck a doe, I have been broad awake two hours and more. And borne her cleanly by the keeper's nose ? Sal. Come on then, horse and chariots let us

iar. Why then, it seems, somne certain snatch, have, Would gerve your turns.

(or so, And to our sport :-Madam, now shall ye see chi. Ay, so the turn were serv'd. Our Roman hunting.

(To TAMORA. Dem. Aaron, thou hast hit it.

Mar.

I have dogs, my lord, dar.

'Would you had hit it too; Will rouse the proudest panther in the chase, Then should not we be tir'd with this ado. And climb the highest proinontory top. (game Why, hark ye, bark yes-Andare you such fools, Tit. And I have horse will follow where the To square for this? Would it otfend you then Makesway, and run like swallows o'er the plain. That both should speed ?

Dem. Chiron, we hunt not, we, with nurse Chi. l'faith, not me.

nor hound,

Nor me, But hope to pluck a dainty doe to ground. So I were one.

(Exeunt. Aar. For shame, be friends; and join for that

SCENE III. A desert part of the Forest. 'Tis policy and stratagem must do. (you jar. That you affect; and so must you resolve ;

Enter A ARON with a Bay of Gold. That what you cannot, as you would, achieve, Aar. He, that had wit, would think that I had You must perforce accomplish as you may. To bury so much gold under a tree, (none, Take this of me, Lucrece was not more chaste And never after to inberit it. Than this Lavinia, Bassianus' love.

Let him, that thinks of me so abjectly, A speedier course than lingering languishment Know, that this gold must coin a stratagem; Must we pursue, and I have found the path. Which, cunningly effected, will beget My lords, a solemn bunting is in hand; A very excellent piece of villany; There will the lovely Roman ladies troop: And so repose, sweet gold, for their unrest, The forest walks are wide and spacious,

Hides the Gold And many unfrequented plots there are, That have their alms out of the empresa' chest. Fitted by kind for rape and villany:

Enter TAMORA. Single you thither then this dainty doe,

Tam. My lovely Aaron, wherefore look'st And strike her home by force, if not by words: thou sad, This way, or not at all, stand you in hope. When everything doth make a gleeful boast ? Come, come, our empress, with her sacred wit, The birds chant inelody on every bush; To villany and vengeance consecrate,

The snake lies rolled in the cheerful sun: Will we acquaint with all that we intend; The green leaves quiver with the cooling wind, And she shall file our engines with advice, And make a chequer'd shadow on the ground: That will not suffer you to square yourselves, nder their sweet shade, Aaron, let us sit, But to your wishes' height advance you both. And-whilst the babbling echo mocks the The emperor's court is like the liuse of fame, hounds,

Dem.

R-plying shrilly to the well tund horns, Good king! to be so mightily abusid !
As if a double hunt were heard at once, - Tam. Why have I patience to endure all this?
Let us sit down, and mark their yelling noise :

Enter CHIROY and DEMETRIUS.
And after conflict, such as was suppos'd

Dem. How now, dear sovereign, and our graTho wandering prince and Dido once enjoy'd, cious mother, When with a happy storm they were supris'd, Why doth your highness look so pale and wan? And curtain'd with a counsel-keeping cave,

Tam. Have I not reason, think you, to look We may, each wreathed in the other's arms, pale? Our pastimes done, possess a golden slunaber; These two have tic'd me hither to this place, While hounds, and horns, and sweet melodious A barren detested vale, you see, it is: Be unto us, as is a nurse's song [birds, The trees, though summer, yet forlorn and lean, Of lullaby, to bring her babe asleep.

O'ercome with inoss, and baleful misletoe. Aar. Madam, though Venus govern your de- Here never shines the sun, here nothing breeds, Saturn is dominator over mine: (sires, Unless the nightly owl, or fatal raven. What signifies my deadly standing eye, And, when they show'd me this abhorr'd pit, My silence, and my cloudy melancholy? They told me, here, at dead time of the night, My fleece of woolly hair that now uucurls, A thousand tiends, a thousand hissing snakes, Even as an adder, when she doth unroll Ten thousand swelling toads, as many urchins, To do some fatal execution?

Would make such fearful and confused cries, No, madain, these are no venereal signs; As any mortal body, hearing it, Vengeance is in my heart, death in iny hand, Should straight fall mad, or else die suddenly. Blood and revenge are hammering in my head. No sooner had they told this hellish tale, Hark, Tamora,—the empress of my soul, But straight they told me, they would bind me Which never hopes more heaven ihan rest in Unto the body of a dismal yew; [here This is the day of doom for Bassianus; (thee, And leave me to this miserable death, His Philomel must lose her tongue to-day: And then they call'd me, foul adulteress, Thy sons make pillage of her chastity, Lascivious Goth, and all the bitterest terms And wash their hands in Bassianus' blood. That ever ear did hear to such effect. Seest thou this letter? take it up, I pray thee, And, had you not by wondrous fortune come, And give the king this fatal-plotted scroll : This vengeance on me had they executed : Now question me no more, we are espied; Revenge it, as you love your mother's life, Here comes a parcel of our hopeful booty, Or be ye not henceforth call'd my children. Which dreads not yet their lives' destruction. Dem. This is a witness that I am thy son. Tam. Ah, my sweet Moor, sweeter to me than

(Stabs Basstast. life!

(comes : Chi. And this for me, struck home to show Aar. No more, great empress, Bassianus my strength. [Stabbing him likewise Be cross with him; and I'll go fetch thy sons Lav. Ay, come, Semiramis,-nay, barbarous To back thy quarrels, whatsoe'er they be.

Tamora !

[Exit. For no name fits thy nature but thy own! Enter BASSIANUS and LAVINIA.

Tam. Give me thy poniard; you shall know Bas. Who have we here? Rome's royal em

[wrong. peress,

Your mother's hand shall right your mother's Unfurnishid of her well beseeming troop? Den. Stay, madam, here is more belongs to Or is it Dian, habited like her;

her; Who hath abandoned her holy groves,

First, thrash the corn, then after burn the straw: To see the general hunting in this forest? This minion stood upon her chastity,

Tam. Saucy controller of our private steps! Upon her nuptial vow, her loyalty, (iness : Had I the power, that, some say, Dian bad, And with that painted hope braves your mightThy temples should be planted presently And shall she carry this unto her grave ? With horns, as was Actæon's: and the bounds Chi. An if she do, I would I were a eunuch. Should drive upon thy new transformed limbs, Drag hence her husband to some secret hole, Unmannerly intruder as thou art !

And make his dead trunk pillow to our lust. Lav. Under your patience, gentle emperess, Tam. But when you have the honey you desire, 'Tis thought you have a goodly gift in horning; Let not this wasp outlive, us both to sting. And to be doubted, that your Moor and you Chi. I warrant you, madam; we will make Are singled forth to try experiments: [day! that sure.Jove shield your husband from his hounds to- Come, mistress, now, perforce, we will enjoy 'Tis pity, they should take him for a stag. That nice-preserved honesty of yours. Bas. Believe me, queen, your swarth Cim Lav. 0 Tamora !--thou bearst a woman's merian

face,

her. Doth make your honour of his body's hue, Tam. I will not hear her speak; away with Spotted, detested, and abominable.

Lav. Sweet lords, entreat her hear me but a Why are you sequester'd from all your train?

word. Disraounted from your snow-white goodly steed, Dem. Listen, fair madam: Let it be your glory And wanderd hither to an obscure plot, To see her tears : but be your beart to this, Accompanied with a barbarous Moor,

As unrelenting flint to drops of rain. If foul desire had not conducted you?

Lav. When did the tiger's young ones teach Lav. And, being intercepted in your sport,

the dam ? Great reason that my noble lord be rated 0, do not learn her wrath; she taught it thee: For sauciness.--I pray you, let us hence, The milk, thou suck'dst from Ner, did turn to And let her joy her raven-colour'd love;

marble; This valley fits the purpose passing well. Even at thy teat thou hadst thy tyranny.Bas. The king, my brother shall have note Yet every mother breeds not sons alike; of this.

(long : Do thou entreat her show a woman pity. Lav. Ay, for these slips have made him noted

[Tu Carron.

my boys,

ont

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

How these were they that made away his broLav. 'Tis true: the raven doth not hatch alark;

ther.

[lixit A ARON Yet I have heard (O could I find it now!) Mart. Why dost not comfort me, and help me The lion mov'd with pity, did endure To have his princely paws par'd all away. From this unballow'd and blood-stain'd hole? Some say that ravens foster forlorn children, Quin. I am surprised with an uncouth fear: The whilst their own birds famish in their nests; A chilling sweet o'erruns my trembling joints; O, be to me, though thy hard heart say no, My heart suspects more than mine eye can see. Nothing so kind, but something pitiful! Ther. Mart. To prove thou hasta true divining heart,

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

heart De not obdurate, open thy deaf ears.

Will not permit mine eyes once to behold Tan. Hadst thou in person ne'er offended me, The thing, whereat it trembles by surwise : Ever for his sake am I pitiless :

O, tell me how it is; for ne'er till now Remember, boys, I pourd forth tears in vain, Was I a child, to fear I know not what. To save your brother from the sacrifice; Mart. Lord Bassianus lies enabrewed here, But fierce Andronicus would not relent. All on a heap like to a slaughter'd lamb, Therefore away with her, and use heras you will; In this detested, dark, blood-drinking pit. The worse to her, the better lov'd of me. Quin. If it be dark, how dost thou know'tis he?

Lav. 0 Tamora, be call'd a gentle queen, Mart. Upon his bloody finger he doth wear And with thine own hands kill me in this place: A precious ring, that lightens all the hole, For 'tis not life, that I have beygd so long; Wħich, like a taper in some monument, Poor I was slain, when Bassianus died. Doth shine upon the dead man's earthy cheeks, Tam. What begg'st thou then ? fond woman, And shows the ragged entrails of this pit: let me go

(more, So pale did shine the moon on Pyramus, Lav. 'Tis present death I beg; and one thing when he by night lay bath'd in maiden blood. That womanhood denies my tongue to tell : O brother, help me with thy fainting hand, O, keep me from their worse than killing lust, If fear hath made thee faint, as me it hath, And tumble me into some loathsome pit;

Out of this fell devouring receptacle, Where never man's eye may behold my body : As hateful as Cocytos' misty mouth. (thee out; Do this, and be a charitable murderer.

Quin. Reach me thy hand, that I may help Tom. So should I rob my sweet sons of their Or, wanting strength to do thee so much gheni, No, let them satisfy their lust on thee, [fee: I may be pluck'd into the swallowing romb Dem. Away, for thou hast staid us here too of this deep pit, poor Bassianne grave. long.

(creature ! I have no strength to pluck thee to the brink. lar. No grace ? no womanhood ? Ah, beastly Mart. Nor I no strength, to climb without tiny The blot and enemy to our general name!

help.

(again, Confusion fall

Quin. Thy hand once more; I will not louse Chi. Nay, then I'll stop your mouth: Bring Till thou art here aloft, or I below :

thou her husband:[Dragging of LAVINIA. Thou canst not come to me, I come to thee. This is the hole where Aaron bid us hide him.

[Fulls in. (Exeunt.

Enter SATURNINC's and A AROX. Tam. Farewell, my sons; see that you make Sat. Along with me :-I'll see what hole is ber sure :

here, Ne'er let my heart know merry cheer indeed, And what he is, that now is leap'd into it, Till all the Andronici be made away.

Say, who art thou, that lately didst descend Now will I hence to seek my lovely Moor, Into this gaping hollow of the earth? And let my spleenful sons this trull detlower. Mart. The unhappy son of old Andronicus ;

[Exit. Brought hither in a most unlucky hour, SCENE IV. The same.

To find thy brother Rassianns dead.

Sat. My brother dead? I know, thou dost but Enter Aaron, with QUINTUS and MARTIUS. He and his lady both are at the lodge, Gjest: Aar. Come on, my lords; the better foot be- Upon the north side of this pleasant chase : fore :

'Tis not an hour since I left him there. (alive, Straight will I bring you to the loathsome pit, Mart. We know not where you left him all Where I espy'd the panther fast asleep. But, out alas! here have we found him dead.

Quin. My sight is very dull, whate'er it bodes. Enter T'AMORA, with Attendants; Tires ANDROMart And mine, I promise you; wer't not

NICUS, and Lucius. for shame,

Tam. Where is my lord, the king? Well could I leave our sport to sleep awhile. Sat. Here, Tamora; though griev'd with kil.

(MARTIUS falls into the Pil. ling grief, Quin. What, art thou fallen? What subtle hole Tum. Where is thy brother Rassianus? is this,

[briars; Sat, Now to the bottom dost thou search my Whose mouth is cover'd with rude-growing Poor Bassianus here lies murdered. (wound; l'pon whose leaves ar drops of new-shed blood, Tam. Then all too late I bring this fata) writ, Aa fresh as morning's dew distillid on flowers

(Giving a letter? A very fatal place it seems to me :

The complot of this timeless tragedy:
Speak, brother, hast thon hurt thee with the fall? And wonder greatly, that man's face can fold

Mart. O, brother, with the dismall'st object In pleasing smiles such murderous tyranny.
That ever eye, with sight, made heart lument. Sat. [Reads.] An if we miss to meet him hand-
Aar. (Aside. Now will 'I fetch the king to somely,
find them here:

Sucet buntsinur, Bassianus 'tis we mean -

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