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Be so dishonour'd in the Court of Rome.
For shame, put up:

Chi. Not I, 'till I have sheath'd (5)
My rapier in his bofom, and withal
Thrust these reproachful speeches down his throat,
That he hath breath'd in my dishonour here.

Dem. For that I am prepar'd and full resolv'd,
Foul-spoken coward ! thou thundreft with thy tongue,
And with thy weapon nothing dar'lt perform.

Aar. Away, I say. Now by the Gods, that warlike Goths adore, This petty Brabble will undo us all; Why, lords and think you not, how dangerous It is to jet upon a Prince's right? What is Lavinia then become so loose, Or Baffianus 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.

Chi. I care not, I, knew she and all the world ; I love Lavinia more than all the world. Dem. Youngling, learn thou to make some meaner

choice ; Lavinia is thy elder brother's hope.

Aar. Why, are ye mad! or know ye not, in Rame How furious and impatient they be, And cannot brook competitors in love ? I tell you, lords,

you

do but plot your deaths By this Device.

Chi. Aaron, a thousand deaths would I propose, To atchieve her whom I do love.

(5) - Not I, 'till I have shearb'd

My Rapier in his bofom, -] This Speech, which has been all along given to Demetrius, as the next has been to Chiron, I have, by the Advicc of Mr. Warburton, vice versa, given to Chiron and Demetrius : for it is Demetrius, as it appears from the Tenour of the Scene, who had thrown out reproachful Speeches on Chiron.

Aør. Aar. Toatchieve her how?

Dem. Why mak’lt thou it so strange ?
She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd ;
She is a woman, therefore may be won ;
She is Lavinia, therefore must be loy'd.
What, man! more Water glideth by the mill
Than wots the miller of; and easie it is
Of a cut loaf to steal a shive, we know:
Tho' Bafianus be the Emperor's brother,
Better than he have yet worn Vulcan's badge.
Aar. Ay, and as good as Saturninus may.

[Afide, Dem. Then why should be despair, that knows to

court it
With words, fair looks, and liberality?
What, halt thou not full often ftruck a doe,
And borne her cleanly by the keeper's nose?

Aar. Why then, it seems, some certain snatch or so
Would serve your turns.

Chi. Ay, so the turn were served.
Dem. Aaron, thou hast hit it.
Aar. 'Would

you

had hit it too,
Then should not we be tired with this ado:
Why, hark ye, hark ye --- and are you such fools, (6)
To square for this ? would it offend you then
That both should speed !

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

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.) This is, Verbum sat sapienti, with a Vengeance. The two Brothers few more Sagacity in this Passage, than they do throughout the Play besides; for they make their Answer to Aaron, without ever staying to hear him propound his Question. But there is no Occasion for this Spirit of Divination. The Supplement, which I have made, is reftord from the Old Quarto, which Mr. Pope pretends to have collated,

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That you affect ; and so must you refolve,
That what you cannot, as you would, atchieve,
You may perforce accomplish as you may :
Take this of me, Lucrece was not more chaste
Than this Lavinia, Baffianus' love ;
A speedier course than lingring languishment
Must we pursue, and I have found the path.
My lords, a folemn bunting is in hand,
There will the lovely Roman ladies troop:
The foreft-walks are wide and spacious,
And many unfrequented Plots there are,
Fitted by kind for rape and villany :
Single you thither then this dainty dce,
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 facred wit
To Villany and vengeance consecrate,
We will acquaint with all that we intend ;
And she shall file our engines with advice,
That will not suffer you to square your felves,
But to your wishes' height 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 ruthless, dreadful, deaf and dull :
There speak, and strike, brave boys, and take your turns.
There serve your lufts, shadow'd from heaven's eye ;
And revel in Lavinia's Treasury.

Chi. Thy counsel, lad, smells of no cowardise.

Dem. Sit fas aut nefas, 'till I find the stream To cool this heat, a charm to calm these fits, Per Styga, per Manes vebor.

[Exeunt. SCENE changes to a Forest:

Enter Titus Andronicus and his three Sons, with hounds

and horns, and Marcus. Tit. "HE Hunt is up, the morn is bright and gray;

The fields are fragrant, and the woods are green :

Uncouple

Tit. T

Uncouple here, and let us make a Bay :
And wake the Emperor and his lovely Bride,
And rouze the Prince, and ring a hunter's peal,
That all the Court may echo with the noise.
Sons, let it be your charge, as it is ours,
To tend the Emperor's person carefully :
I have been troubled in my fleep this night,
But dawning day new comfort hath inspir’d.
Here a cry of bounds, and wind horns in a peal: then

enter Saturninus, Tamora, Bassianus, Lavinia, Chiron, Demetrius and their Attendants.

Tit. Many good morrows to your Majesty : Madam, to you as many and as good.

promised your Grace a hunter's peal.

Sat. And you have rung it luftily, my lords, Somewhat too early for new-married ladies,

Baf. Lavinia, how say you ?

Lav. I. say, no:
I have been broad awake two hours and more.

Sat. Come on then, horfe and chariots let us have,
And to our sport: Madam, now ye shall see
Our Roman Hunting.

Mar. I have dogs, my lord,
Will rouze the proudest Panther in the chafe,
And climb the highest promontory-top.

Tit. And I have horse will follow, where the game Makes way, 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.

SCENE changes to a desart part of the Forest.

Enter Aaron alone.

Aar. . a

Aar. E, that had wit, would think, that I had none,

To bury fo much gold under a tree ;
And never after to inherit it.
Let him, that thinks of me so abje&tly,
Know, that this gold muft coin a stratagem ;

Which, cunningly effected, will beget
A very excellent piece of villany;
And so repose, sweet gold, for their unrest,
That have their alms out of the Empress' cheft.

Enter Tamora.
Tam. My lovely Aaron, wherefore look'st thou fad,
When every thing doth 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 checquer'd fhadow on the ground:
Under their sweet shade, Aaron, let us sit,
And whilft the babling Echo mocks the hounds,
Replying thrilly to the well-tun'd horns,
As if a double Hunt were heard at once,
Let us fit down and mark their yelling noise :
And after conflict, such as was suppos'd
The wandring Prince and Dido once enjoy'd,
When with a happy storm they were surpriz’d,
And curtain'd with a counsel-keeping cave ;
We may, each wreathed in the other's arms,
(Our paftimes done) possess a golden slumber;
Whilst hounds and horns, and sweet melodious birds
Be unto us, as is a nurse's song
Of lullaby, to bring her babe asleep.

Aar. Madam, though Venus govern your desires,
Saturn is dominator over mine :
What signifies my deadly-standing eye,
My filence, and my cloudy melancholy,
My fleece of woolly hair, that now uncurls,
Even as an adder, when she doth unrowl
To do some fatal execution ?
No, Madam, these are no venereal signs ;
Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand;
Blood and revenge are hammering in my head.
Hark, Tamora, (the Empress of my soul,
Which never hopes more heaven than rests in thee)
This is the day of doom for Bafanus ;
His Philomel must lose her tongue to day ;

Thy

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