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The whilst their own birds famish in their nests :
Oh, be to me, though thy hard heart say no,
Nothing so kind, but something pitiful !

Tam. I know not what it means; away with her.

Lar. Oh let me teach thee! For my father's sake, That gave thee life when well he might have slain thee, Be not obdurate, open thy deaf ears.

Tam. Hadst thou in person ne'er offended me,
Even for his sake am I pitiless.
Remember, boys, I pour'd forth tears in vain,
To save your brother from the sacrifice;
But fierce Andronicus would not relent:
Therefore, away with her, and use her as you will ;
The worse to her, the better lov'd of me.

Lav. Oh Tamora, be call'd a gentle queen,
And with thine own hands kill me in this place :
For 't is not life that I have begg'd so long;
Poor I was slain when Bassianus died.

Tam. What begg'st thou then ? fond woman, let me go.

Lav. ’T is present death I beg; and one thing more, That womanhood denies my tongue to tell : Oh, keep me from their worse than killing lust, And tumble me into some loathsome pit, Where never man's eye may behold my body;Do this, and be a charitable murderer.

Tam. So should I rob my sweet sons of their fee. No, let them satisfy their lust on thee.

Demet. Away, for thou hast stay'd us here too long. Lav. No grace! no womanhood! Ah, beastly crea

ture, The blot and enemy to our general name! Confusion fallChi. Nay, then I'll stop your mouth ; bring thou

her husband : (Dragging off Lavinia. This is the hole where Aaron bid us hide him.

Tam. Farewell, my sons ; see that you make her

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Ne'er lết my heart know merry cheer indeed,
Till all the Andronici be made away :
Now will I hence to seek my lovely Moor,
And let my spleenful sons this trull deflour.

[Exit.

SCENE IV.-The Forest. Enter Aaron, with QUINTUS and MARTIUS. Aaron. Come on, my lords, the better foot before : Straight will I bring you to the loathsome pit, Where I espied the panther fast asleep..

Quint. My sight is very dull, whate'er it bodes. Mart. And mine, I promise you; were 't not for

shame, Well could I leave our sport to sleep awhile.

[Mart. falls into the pit. Quint. What, art thou fallen? What subtle hole is

this,
Whose mouth is cover'd with rude growing briers,
Upon whose leaves are drops of new-shed blood,
As fresh as morning's dew distillid on flowers ?
A very fatal place it seems to me:
Speak, brother, hast thou hurt thee with the fall ?

Mart. O brother, with the dismall'st object hurt,
That ever eye with sight made heart lament.
Aaron. [Aside.] Now will I fetch the king to find

them here, That he thereby may have a likely guess, How these were they that made away his brother. (Exit.

Mart. Why dost not comfort me and help me out From this unhallow'd and blood-stained hole?

Quint. I am surprised with an uncouth fear;
A chilling sweat o'erruns my trembling joints;
My heart suspects more than mine eye can see.

Mart. To prove thou hast a true-divining heart,
Aaron and thou look down into this den,
And see a fearful sight of blood and death,

Quint. Aaron is gone, and my compassionate heart Will not permit mine eyes once to behold The thing whereat it trembles by surmise : 0, tell me how it is, for ne'er till now Was I a child, to fear I know not what.

Mart. Lord Bassianus lies embrued here, All on a heap, like to a slaughter'd lamb, In this detested, dark, blood-drinking pit.

Quint. If it be dark, how dost thou know 't is he?
Mart. Upon his bloody finger he doth wear
A precious ring, that lightens all the hole:
Which, like a taper in some monument,
Doth shine upon the dead man's earthly cheeks,
And shows the ragged entrails of this pit:
So pale did shine the moon on Pyramus,
When he by night lay bath'd in maiden blood.
O, brother, help me with thy fainting hand,
If fear hath made thee fáint, as me it hath,
Out of this fell-devouring receptacle,
As hateful as Cocytus' misty mouth.
Quint. Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee

out;
Or, wanting strength to do thee so much good,
I may be pluck d into the swallowing womb
Of this deep pit, poor Bassianus' grave.
I have no strength to pluck thee to the brink.

Mart. Nor I no strength to climb without thy help.

Quint. Thy hand once more; I will not loose again, Till thou art here aloft, or I below: Thou canst not come to me, I come to thee. [Falls in.

Enter SATURNINUS and Aaron. Sat. Along with me :-I 'll see what hole is here, And what he is that now is leap'd into it. Say, who art thou that lately didst descend Into this gaping hollow of the earth?

Mart. The unhappy son of old Andronicus,

Brought hither in a most unlucky hour,
To find thy brother Bassianus dead.

Sat. My brother dead? I know thou dost but jest:
He and his lady both are at the lodge,
Upon the north side of this pleasant chase;
'T is not an hour since I left him there.

Mart. We know not where you left him all alive, But out, alas! here have we found him dead.

Enter Tamora, Andronicus, and Lucius. Tam. Where is my lord the king ? Sat. Here, Tamora, though griev'd with killing grief. Tam. Where is thy brother Bassianus ?

Sat. Now to the bottom dost thou search my wound; Poor Bassianus here lies murthered.

Tam. Then all too late I bring this fatal writ,
The complot of this timeless tragedy ;
And wonder greatly that man's face can fold
In pleasing smiles such murderous tyranny.

[She gives Saturnine a letter.
SATURNINUS reads the letter.
“Au if we miss to meet him handsomely,

Sweet huntsman, Bassianus 't is we mean,-
Do thou so much as dig the grave for him;
Thou know'st our meaning: Look for thy reward
Among the nettles at the elder-tree,
Which overshades the mouth of that same pit,
Where we decreed to bury Bassianus.

Do this, and purchase us thy lasting friends.”
Sat. Oh Tamora, was ever heard the like?
This is the pit, and this the elder-tree:
Look, sirs, if you can find the huntsman out,
That should have murther'd Bassianus here.

Aaron. My gracious lord, here is the bag of gold.
Sat. Two of thy whelps, [to Titus] fell curs of

bloody kind, Have here bereit my brother of his life:

Sirs, drag them from the pit unto the prison ;
There let them bide until we have deyis'd
Some never-heard-of torturing pain for them.

Tam. What, are they in this pit? oh wondrous thing! How easily murther is discovered !

Tit. High emperor, upon my feeble knee, I beg this boon, with tears not lightly shed, That this fell fault of my accursed sons, Accursed, if the fault be prov'd in them

Sat. If it be prov'd! you see it is apparent.
Who found this letter, Tamora, was it you ?
Tan. Andronicus himself did take it

up.
Tit. I did, my lord ; yet let me be their bail :
For by my father's reverent tomb I vow
They shall be ready at your higliness' will,
To answer their suspicion with their lives.

Sat. Thou shalt not bail them, see thou follow me.
Some bring the murther'd body, some the murtherers :
Let them not speak a word, the guilt is plain;
For, by my soul, were there worse end than death,
That end upon them should be executed.

Tam. Andronicus, I will entreat the king : F'ear not thy sons; they shall do well enough. Tit. Come, Lucius, come; stay not to talk with them.

[Exeunt.

SCENE V.-The Forest. Enter Demetrius and Chiron, with LAVINIA, her

hands cut off, and her tongue cut out. Demet. So now go tell, an if thy tongue can speak, Who 't was that cut thy tongue and ravish'd thee.

Chi. Write down thy mind, bewray thy meaning so, An if thy stumps will let thee play the scribe. Demet. See, how with signs and tokens she can

scrowl. Chi. Go home, call for sweet water, wash thy hands.

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