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Thy fons make pillage of her chastity,
And walh their hands in Basianus' blood.
Seeft thou this letter, take it up, I

pray thee,
And give the King this fatal-plotted scrowl;
Now question me no more, we are espied ;
Here comes a parcel of our hopeful booty,
Which dread not yet their lives' destruction.

Tam. Ah, my sweet Moor, sweeter to me than life.

Aar. No more, great Empress, Basianus comes ; Be cross with him, and I'll go fetch thy fons To back thy quarrels, whatsoe'er they be. [Exit.

Enter Ballianus and Lavinia.
Baf. Whom have we here? Rome's royal Emperess ?
Unfurnish'd of her well-beseeming troops ?
Or is it Dian, habited like her,
Who hath abandoned her holy groves,
To see the general Hunting in this forest ?

Tam. Sawcy controuller of our private steps:
Had I the power, that, some fay, Dian had,
Thy Temples should be planted presently
With horns, as was Asteon's ; and the hounds
Should drive upon thy new-transformed limbs,
Unmannerly Intruder as thou art !

Lav. Under your patience, gentle Emperess,
'Tis thought, you have a goodly gift in horning;
And to be doubted, that your Moor and you
Are singled forth to try experiments :
Jove shield your husband from his hounds to day!
'Tis pity, they should take him for a ftag.

Baf. Believe me, Queen, your swarth Cimmerian Doth make your honour of his body's hue, Spotted, derefted, and abominable. Why are you fequeftred from all your train ? Dismounted from your snow-white goodly steed, And wandred hither to an obscure plot, Accompanied with a barbarous Moor, If foul defire had not conducted you ?

Lav. And being intercepted in your sport, Great reason, that my noble lord be rated


For fauciness. I pray you, let us hence.
And let her joy her raven-colour'd love;
This valley fits the purpose paffing well.

Bas. The King my brother shall have note of this.

Lav. Ay, for these slips have made him noted long. Good King, to be fo mightily abused. Tam. Why have I patience to endure all this? Enter Chiron and Demetrius.

ther, Dem. How now, dear Sovereign and our gracious MoWhy does your Highness look fo pale and wan?

Tam. Have I not reason, think you, to look pale ? These two have tic'd me hither to this place, A barren and detested vale, you fee, it is. The trees, tho' fummer, yet forlorn and lean, O'ercome with moss, and baleful misfelto. Here never shines the sun ; here nothing breeds, Unless the nightly owl, or fatal.raven, And when they thew'd me this abhorred pit, They told me, here at dead time of the night, A thousand fiends, a thousand hissing snakes, Ten thousand swelling toads, as many urchins, Would make such fearful and confused cries, As any mortal body, hearing it, Should straight fall mad, or else die suddenly. No sooner had they told this hellish tale, But straight they told me, they would bind me here, Unto the body of a dismal yew ; And leave me to this miserable death : And then they call'd me foul adulteress, Lascivious Goth, and all the bitterest terms That ever ear did hear to such effect. And had you not by wondrous fortune come, This vengeance on me had they executed : Revenge it, as you love your Mother's life ; Or be ye not from henceforth callid my children. Dem. This is a witness that I am thy fon.

[Stabs Baflianus. Chi. And this for me, kruck home to Mhew my strength,

[Stabbing him likewise.


Lav. I, come, Semiramis; nay, barbarous

Tamora ; (7)
For no name fits thy nature but thy own.

Tam. Give me thy poniard ; you shall know, my boys, Your mother's hand shall right your mother's wrong.

Dem. Stay, Mądam, here is more belongs to her ;
First, thrash the corn, then after burn the straw :

This minion stood upon her chastity,
Upon her nuptial vow, her loyalty,
And with that painted Hope the braves your mightiness;
And shall she carry this unto her grave ?

Chi, An if she do, I would I were an Eunuch.
Drag hence her husband to fome secret hole,
And make his dead trunk pillow to our luit.

Tam. But when you have the honey you desire,
Let not this wasp out-live, us both to iting.

Chi. I warrant, Madam, we will make that sure ;
Come, mistress, now perforce we will enjoy
That nice-preserved honelty of yours.

Lav. O Tamora, thou bear'ít a woman's face
Tam. I will not hear her speak; away with her.
Lav. Sweet Lords, intreat her hear me but a word

Dem. Listen, fair Madam ; let it be your glory
To see her tears ; but be your heart to them,
As unrelenting flints to drops of rain.

Lav. When did the tyger's young ones teach the dam?
O, do not teach her wrath ; she taught it thee ;
The milk, thou suck’dst from her, did turn to marble ;
Even at thy teat thou hadît thy tyranny.
Yet every mother breeds not fons alike;
Do Thou intreat her, shew a woman pity. [To Chiron.
Chi. What! would'st thou have me prove my self a

bastard ? (7) I come, Semiramis, nay barbarons Tamora,}

By an Inaccuracy of the Pointing, the Editors have all along made Nonsense of this Passage. But the Poet's Meaning is this; Lavinia, secing her Husband Aabb'd by the Queen's two Sons, expeas and invites the Queen to serve her in the same kind, and put an end to her Miseries. Ay, is very frequently writ, 1, in Editions of our Author's Time,

Lav. 'Tis true, the raven doth not hatch the lark: Yet have I heard, (Oh, could I find it now!) The lion, mov'd with pity, did endure To have his princely paws par'd all away. Some say, that ravens fofter forlorn children, The whilft their own birds familh in their nefts : Oh, be to me, tho' thy hard heart fay, no, Nothing so kind, but something pitiful.

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

Lav. Oh, let me teach thee: for my father's fake, (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 fake am I now 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. 0 Tamora, be call'd a gentle Queen,
And with thine own hands kill me in this place ;
For 'tis not life, that I have begg'd so long;
Poor I was slain, when Baffianus dy'd.

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

Lav. 'Tis present death I beg ; and one thing more, That womanhood denies my tongue to tell : O, keep me from their worse-than-killing luft, 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 satisfie their luft on thee.

Dem. Away! For thou hast said us here too long.

Lav. No grace? no woman-hood ? ah beastly creature ! The blot and enemy of our general name ! Confusion fall Chi. Nay, then I'll stop your mouth bring thou her husband :

[Dragging off Lavinia. This is the hole, where Aaron bid us hide him. [Exeunt. Tam. Farewel, my sons ; fee, that you make her sure.


Ne'er let my heart know merry chear indeed,
'Till all th’ Andronici be made away.
Now will I hence to seek my lovely Moor,
And let my spleenful sons this Trull deflour. [Exit.

Enter Aaron, with Quintus and Marcus.
Aar. Come on, my lords, the better foot before ;
Strait will I bring you to the loathsom pit,
Where I espied the Panther faft asleep.

Quin. My sight is very dull, whate'er it bodes.

Mar. And mine, I promise you ; wer't not for shame, Well could I leave our sport to sleep a while.

[Marcus falls into the pit. Quin. What, art thou fallen? what subtle hole is this, Whose mouth is cover'd with rude-growing briars, Upon whose leaves are drops of new-lhed blood, As fresh as morning-dew distillid on flowers ? A very fatal place it seems to me : Speak, brother, haft thou hurt thee with the fall ?

Mar. O brother, with the dismallest object That ever eye, with fight, made heart lament.

Aar. 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 Aaron, Mar. Why doft not comfort me, and help me out From this unhallow'd and blood-stained hole ?

Quin. I am surprized with an uncouth foar ; A chilling sweat o'er-runs my trembling joints; My heart

suspects, more than mine eye can see.
'Mar. To prove thou hast a true-divining heart,
Aaron and thou, look down into the den,
And see a fearful sight of blood and death,

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

Mar: Lord Balianus lies embrewed here,
All on a heap, like to a slaughter'd lamb,


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