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If thou be pleas'd with this my sudden choice, The dismall'st day is this, that e'er I saw,
Well, bury him, and bury me the next!
( Mutius is put into the tomb. And here I swear by all the Roman gods,
Luc. There lie thy bones, sweet Mutius, with thy Sith priest and holy water are so near,
friends, And tapers burn so bright, and every thing Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomb! In readiness for Hymeneus stands,
All. No man shed tears for noble Mutius;
He lives in fame, that died in virtue's cause.
How comes it, that the subtle queen of Goths
Tit. I know not, Marcus; but, I know, it is;
Whether by device, or no, the heavens can tell : A loving nurse, a mother to his youth!
Is she not then beholden to the man Sat. Ascend, fair queen, Pantheon !-- Lords accom- That brought her for this high good turn so far? pany
Yes, and will nobly him remunerate. Your noble emperor, and his lovely bride,
Flourish. Re-enter, at one side, Satunnists, altendSent by the heavens for prince Saturnine,
ed; Tamora, Chiron, DEMETRIUS, and Aatos: di
Bas. And you of yours, my lord! I say not more,
Sat. Traitor, if Rome have law, or we have power,
But let the laws of Rome determine all:
But, if we live, we'll be as sharp with you.
Bas. My lord, what I have done, as best I map,
Only this much I give your grace to know,-
Is in opinion, and in honour, wrong'd;
To be control'd in that he frankly gave:
That hath express'd himself, in all his deeds Quin. et Mart. And sliall, or him we will accom- A father, and a friend, to thee, and Rome! pany!
Tit. Prince Bassianus, leave to plead my
Were gracious in those princely eyes of thise,
Sat. What, madam! be dishonour'd openly
, So trouble me no more, but get you gone!
And basely put it up without revenge?
I should be author to dishonour you!
. Mar. Suffer thy brother Marcus to inter
My lord, be ruld by me, be won at last, His noble nephew here in virtue's nest,
Dissemble all your griefs and discontents, That died in honour and Lavinia's cause.
You are but newly planted in your throne;
Lest then the people, and patricians too,
Upon a just survey, take Titus' part,
And so supplant us for ingratitude,
(Which Rome reputes to be a heinous sin,)
I'll find a day to massacre them all,
And raze their faction, and their camily,
The cruel father, and luis traitorous sons,
This siren, that will charm Rome's Saturpine, To whom I sued for my dear son's life;
And see his shipwreck, and his commonweal's! And make them know, what 'tis to let a
Holla! what storm is this?
Enter Chiron and Demetrius, braving. Kneel in the streets, and beg for grace in
Dem. Chiron, thy years want wit, thy wit wants edge, vain.
And manners, to intrude where I am grac'd;
And so in this to bear down with braves.
To serve, and to deserve my mistress' grace;
And that my sword upon thee shall approve,
And plead my passions for Lavinia's love.
Aur.Clubs,clubs! these lovers will not keep the peace!
Dem. Why, boy, although our mother, unadvis'd,
Are you 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,
Dein. Ay, boy, grow ye so brave?
And maintain such a quarrel openly?
Nor would your noble mother, for much more,
Be so dishonour'd in the court of Rome.
Dem. Not I; till I have sheath'd
Thrust these reproachful speeches down his throat,
That he hath breath'd in my dishonour here.
Chi. For that I am prepar'd and full resolv’d, -
Now, by the gods that warlike Goths adore,
Or Bassianus so degenerate,
That for her love such quarrels may be broach'il,
Without controlment, justice, or revenge?
This discord's ground, the music would not please.
Chi. I care not, I, knew she and all the world;
I love Lavinia more, than all the world,
Lavinia is thine elder brother's hope.
dur. Why, are ye mad? or know ye pot, in Rome Gallops the zodiack in his glistering coach,
How furious and impatient they be,
And cannot brook competitors in love?
I tell you, lords, you do but plot yonr deaths
By this device.
Aar. To achieve her! - How?
She is Lavinia, therefore must be lov'il.
Of a cat loaf to steal a shive, we know :
Aar. Ay, and as good, as Saturninus may. [Aside. Sat. And you have rung it lustily, my lords, Dem. Then why should he despair, that knows to Somewhat too early for new-married ladies. court it
Bas. Lavinia, how say you?
Lav. I say, no;
Our Roman hunting.
[To Tamora. Chi, Ay, so the turn were serv’d.
Mar. I have dogs, my lord, Dem. Aaron, thou hast hit it.
Will rouse the proudest panther in the chase, Aar. 'Would you had hit it too;
And climb the highest promontery top. Then should not we be tir'd with this ado.
Tit. And I have horse will follow where the game Why, hark ye, hark ye, — And are you such fools, Makes way, and run like swallow's o'er the plain. To square for this? Would it oflend you then Dem. (å side.) Chiron, we hunt not, we, with That both should speed ?
horse nor hound, Chi. 'Faith, not me.
But hope to pluck a dainty doe to ground. [Exeunt.
SCENE III. - A desert part of the forest
Aar. He, that had wit, would think that I had none,
Let him, that thinks of me so abjectly,
Which, cuuningly effected, will beget
That have their alms out of the empress chest!
Luides the gold
. The forest walks are wide and spacious;
Enter Tavora. And many unfrequented plots there are,
Tam. My lovely Aaron, wherefore look'st thon sad, Fitted by kind for rape and villainy:
When every thing doth make a gleeful boast?
The birds chaunt melody on every bush;
Under their sweet shade, Aaron, let as sit,
As if a double hunt were heard at once,
We may, each wreathed in the other's arms,
Whilst hounds, and horns, and sweet melodious birds, Chi. Thy counsel, lad, smells of no cowardice. Be onto us as is a nurse's song Dem. Sit fus aut nefas, till I find the stream Of lullaby, to bring her babe asleep. To cool this heat, a charm to calm these fits, Aar. Madain, though Venus govern your desires, Per Stygu, per manes vehor.
(Exeunt. Saturn is dominator over mine :
What signifies my deadly-standing eye,
To do some fatal execution?
Blood and revenge are hammering in
never hopes more heaven, than rests in thee, -
Thy sons make pillage of her chastity,
Here comes a parcel of our hopeful booty, Tit. Many good-morrows to your majesty!- Which dreads not yet their lives destruction. Madam, to you as many and as good !
Tam. Ah, mysweet Moor, sweeter to me than life! I promised your grace a hunter's peal
Aar. No more, great empress, Bassianus cones!
Be cross with him; and I'll go fetch thy sons Your mother's hand shall right your mother's wrong:
First, thrash the corn, then after burn the straw:
And with that painted hope braves your mightiness :
And shall she carry this unto her grave?
Chi. An if she do, I would I were an eunuch.
Tam. But when you have the honey you desire,
Tam, I will not hear her speak; away with her!
Lav. When did the tiger's young ones teach the
dam ? Dismounted from your snow-white goodly steed, 0, do not learn her wrath ; she taught it thee: And wander'd hither to an obscure plot,
The milk thou suck’dst from her, did turn to marble;
Even at thy teat thou hadst thy tyranny: -
Yet every mother breeds not sons alike;
Do thou entreat her show a woman pity.
( To Chiron. For sauciness. - I pray you, let us hence,
Chi. What! would'st thou have me prove myself And let her 'joy her raven-colour'd love;
a bastard ?
Lav. 'Tis true; the raven doth not hatch a lark;
To have his princely paws par'd all away:
The whilst their own birds famish in their nests : Dem. How now, dear sovereign, and our gracious o, be to me, though thy hard heart say no, mother,
Nothing so kind, but something pitiful!
Tam. Hadst thou in person ne'er offended me,
Remember, boys, I pour'd forth tears in vain,
And with thine own hands kill me in this place!
Poor I was slain, when Bassianus died!
Lav. 'Tis present death I beg; and one thing more,
That womanhood denies my tongue to tell :
And tumble me into some loathsome pit;
Do this, and be a charitable murderer!
Dem. Away, for thou hast staid us here too long!
[Stabs Bassianus. Lav. No grace? no womanhood ? Ah, beastly crea-
[Stabbing him likewise. The blot and enemy to our general name!
Chi. Nay, then I'll stop your mouth! - Bring thou
(Giving a letter.
This is the hole where Aaron bide us hide him.
Enter SATURNINUS and AABOX.
[Exeunt. Sat. Along with me!-- I'll see what hole is here, E Tam. Farewell, my sons! see, that you make her And what he is, that now is leap'd into it. -sure!
Say, who art thou, that lately didst descend
Into this gaping hollow of the earth?
Mart. The unhappy son of old Andronicus; Now will I hence to seek my lovely Moor,
Brought hither in a most unlucky hour,
Sat. My brother dead? I know, thou dost but
jest ; Enter Aaron, with Qurates and MARTIUS.
lle and his lady both are at the lodge,
Upon the north side of this pleasant chase ;
But, ont alas! here have we found him dead.
CUS, and Lucius. shame,
Tam. Where is my lord the king?
(Martius falls into the pit. grief,
Sat. Now to the bottom dost thou search my wound;
The complot of this timeless tragedy;
Mart. O brother, with the dismallest object In pleasing seniles such murderons tyranvy.
Sweet huntsman, Bassianus 'tis, we inean, --
Do thou so much as dig the grave for him; How these were they that made away his brother. Thou know'st our meaning. Look for thy reward
[Exit Aaron. Among the nettles at the elder tree,
Quin. I am surprised with an uncouth fear: Do this, and purchase us thy lasting friends.
Klart. To prove thou hast a true-diviuing heart, Look, sirs, if you can find the huntsman out,
That should have murder'l Bassiаuns here.
dur. My gracious lord, here is the bag of gol!! Quin. Aaron is gone; and my compassionate heart Will not permit mine eyes once to behold
Sat. Two of thy whelps, (T. Tit.) fell curs of The thing, wherent it trembles by surmise :
bloody kind, 0, tell me how it is! for ne'er till now
Have here bereft my brother of his life:Was I a child, to fear I know not what.
Sirs, drag them from the pit onto the prison; Mart. Lord Bassianus lies embrewed here, There let them bide, until we have devis'd All on a heap, like to a slaughter'd lamb,
Some never-heard of torturing pain for them, In this detested, dark, blood-drinking pit. Tam. What, are they in this pit? O wondrous Quin. If it be dark, how dost thou kuow 'tis he?
thing! Dlart. Upon his bloody finger he doth wear How easily murder is discovered! A precious ring, that lightens all the hole,
Tit. High emperor, upon my feeble knee
I beg this boon, with tears not lightly shed,
Sat. If it be prov'l! you see, it is apparent! When lie by night lay bath'd in inaiden blood. Who found this letter? Tamara, was it you? O brother, help me with thy fainting hand,
Tam. Andronicus himself did take it up. if fear hath made thee faint, as me it hath, Tic. I did, my lord ! yet let me be their bail: Out of this fell devouring receptacle,
For by my father's reverend tomb, I vow, As hateful as Cocytus' misty mouth.
They shall be ready at your lighness' will, Quin. Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee To answer their suspicion with their lives. out;
Sat. Thou shalt not bail them ; see, thor folOr, wanting strength to do thee so much good,
low me! I may be pluck'd into the swallowing womb
Some bring the murder'd body, some the murderers: of this deep pit, poor Bassianus' grave.
Let them not speak a word, the guilt is plain; I have no strength to pluck thee to the brink. | For, by my soul, were there worse eud than death, Dlart. Nor I no strength to climb without thy help. That end upon them should be executed. Quin. Thy hand once more; I will not loose again, Tam. Andronicus, I will evtreat the fingi Till thou art here aloft, or I below:
Fear nol thy sons, they shall do well enougli Thou canst not come to me, I come to thee!
Tit. Come, Lucius, come! stay not to talk with [ Falls in. them!