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The whilst their own birds famish in their nests :
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,
Lav. Oh Tamora, be call'd a gentle queen,
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
sure: VOL. X.
Ne'er lết my heart know merry cheer indeed,
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
Mart. O brother, with the dismall'st object hurt,
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;
Mart. To prove thou hast a true-divining heart,
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. 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,
Sat. My brother dead? I know thou dost but jest:
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,
[She gives Saturnine a letter.
Sweet huntsman, Bassianus 't is we mean,-
Do this, and purchase us thy lasting friends.”
Aaron. My gracious lord, here is the bag of gold.
bloody kind, Have here bereit my brother of his life:
Sirs, drag them from the pit unto the prison ;
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.
Sat. Thou shalt not bail them, see thou follow me.
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.
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.