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Ay, marry, will we, Sir; and we'll be waited on.

[Exeunt. Mar. O heavens, can you hear a good man groan, And not relent, or not compassion him? Marcus, attend him in his ecitasie, That hath more scars of sorrow in his heart, Than foe-mens' marks upon his batter'd fhield; But yet so just, that he will not revenge ; Revenge the Heav'ns for old Andronicus ! [Exit,

SCENE changes to the Palace.


Enter Aaron, Chiron, and Demetrius at one door: and

at another door young Lucius and another, with a bundle of weapons and verses writ upon them.

Emetrius, here's the Son of Lucius ;

He hath some message to deliver us.
Aar. Ay, fome mad message from his mad grand-

Boy. My lords, with all the humbleness I may,
I greet your Honours from Andronicus;
And pray the Roman Gods, confound


Both. Dem. Gramercy, lovely Lucius, what's the news?

Boy. That you are both decypher'd (that's the news)
For villains mark'd with rape. May it please you,
My grandfire, well advis’d, hath sent by me
The goodliest weapons of his armoury,
To gratify your honourable youth,
The hope of Rome; for so he bad me say:
And so I do, and with his gifts present
Your lordships, that whenever you have need,
You may be armed and appointed well.
And so I leave you both, like bloody villains. [Exit.
Dem. What's here, a scrowle, and written round

Let's see.
Integer vite, scelerisque purus,
Non eget Mauri jaculis nec arcu.
Chi, O, 'tis a verse in Horace, I know it well :


Į read it in the Grammar long ago.
Aar. Ay, just; a verse in Horace-right, you

have it Now, what a thing it is to be an Ass? Here's no fond jeft; th' old man hath found their

guilt, (14)
And sends the weapons wrap'd about with lines,
That wound, beyond their feeling, to the quick:
But were our witty Empress well a-foot,
She would applaud Andronicus' conceit:
But let her rest in her unrest awhile.
And now, young lords, was't not a happy ftar
Led us to Rome strangers, and more than so,
Captives, to be advanced to this height?
It did me good before the Palace-gate
To brave the Tribune in his Brother's hearing.

Dem. But me more good, to see so great a lord
Bafely infinuate, and send us gifts.

Aar. Had he not reason, lord Demetrius? Did you not use his daughter very friendly?

Dem. I would, we had a thousand Roman dames
At such a bay, by turn to serve our luft.

Chi. A charitable wish, and full of love.
dar. Here lacketh but your mother to say Amen.
Chi. And that would she for twenty thousand more.

Dem. Come, let us go, and pray to all the Gods
For our beloved mother in her pains.
Aar. Pray to the devils; the Gods have given us

Dem. Why do the Emp'ror's trumpets flourish thus ?
Chi. Belike, for joy the Emp'ror hath a son.
Dem. Soft, who comes here?

Enter Nurse, with a Black-a-moor Child.
Nur. Good morrow, lords :


(14) Here's no sound jeaft ;). But, I think, I may venture to fay, here's no found Sense. Doubtless, the Poet wrote, here's no fond jeaf, i. e, no idle, foolish one; but a Sarcasm delibetacely thrown, and grounded on Reason.

O, tell me, did you see Aaron the Moor?

Aar. Well, more or less, or ne'er a whit at all, Here Aaron is, and what with Aaron now ?

Nur. O gentle Aaron, we are all undone : Now help, or woe betide thee evermore !

Aar. Why, what a caterwauling doft thou keep ? What doft thou wrap and fumble in thine arms ?

Nur. O That which I would hide from heaven's eye,
Our Empress’ shame, and itately Rome's disgrace.
She is deliver’d, lords, she is deliver'd.

Aar. To whom ?
Nur. I mean, she is brought to bed.

Aar. Well, God give her good rest !
What hath he sent her ?

Nur. A devil.
Aar. Why, then she is the devil's dam: a joyful issue.

Nur. A joyless, dismal, black, and sorrowful issue.
Here is the babe, as loathsome as a toad,
Amongst the faireft breeders of our clime.
The Empress sends it thee, thy itamp, thy seal:
And bids thee christen it with thy dagger's point.

Aar. Out, out, you whore ! is black so base a Hue? Sweet blowse, you are a beauteous blossom, sure.

Dem. Villain, what haft thou done?
Aar. That which thou canst not undo.
Chi. Thou hast undone our mother.
Aar. Villain, I've done thy mother.

Dem. And therein, hellish dog, thou hast undone.
Woe to her chance, and damn'd her loathed choice,
Accurs'd the offspring of so foul a fiend !
Chi. It shall not live.
Aar. It shall not die,
Nur, Aaron, it must, the Mother wills it fo.

Aar. What, must it, nurse ? then let no man but I
Do execution on my flesh and blood.

Dem. I'll broach the tadpole on my rapier's point: Nurse, give it me, my sword shall soon dispatch it.

Aar. Sooner this sword shall plough thy bowels up. Stay, murtherous villains, will you kill your brother? Now, by the burning tapers of the sky,


That shone so brightly when this boy was got,
He dies upon my Scymitar's sharp point,
That touches this my first-born son and heir.
I tell you, Younglings, not Enceladus
With all his threatning band of Typhon's brood,
Nor great Alcides, nor the God of war,
Shall seize this prey out of his father's hands.
What, what, ye fanguine shallow-hearted boys,
Ye white-lim'd walls, ye ale-house painted signs,
Coal-black is better than another hue :
In that it scorns to bear another hue :
For all the water in the ocean
Can never turn the swan's black legs to white,
Although she lave them hourly in the flood.
Tell the Empress from me, I am of age
To keep mine own; excuse it, how the can.

Dem. Wilt thou betray thy noble mistress thus ?

Aar. My mistress is my mistress ; this, my felf;
The vigour and the picture of my youth.
This, before all the world do I prefer ;
This, maugre all the world, will I keep safe;
Or some of you shall smoke for it in Rome.

Dem. By this our mother is for ever sham'd.
Chi. Róme will despise her for this foul escape.
Nur. The Emperor in his rage will doom her death.'.
Chi. I blush to think upon this ignominy.

Aar. Why, there's the privilege your beauty bears :
Fie, treacherous hue, that will betray with bluihing
The close enacts and counsels of the heart !
Here's a young lad fram'd of another leer,
Look, how the black slave smiles upon the father ;.
As who should say, “ Old lad, I am thine own.
He is your brother, lords ; sensibly fed
Of that felf-blood, that first gave life to you ;
And from that womb, where you imprison'd were,
He is infranchised and come to light:
Nay, he's your brother by the surer fide ;
Although my seal is ftamped in his face.

Nur. Aaron, what shall I say unto the Empress
Dem. Advise thee, Aaron, what is to be done,
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And we will all subscribe to thy advice:

you the child, so we may be all safe.
Aar. Then fit we down, and let us all consult.
My son and I will have the wind of you:
Keep there : now talk at pleasure of your safety.

[They fit on the ground, Dem. How many women faw this child of his ?

Aar. Why, so, brave lords; when we all join in league, I am a lamb; but if you brave the Moor, The chafed boar, the mountain lioness, The ocean swells not so as Aaron ftorms : But fay again, how many faw the child ?

Nur. Cornelia the midwife, and my self And no one elfe but the deliver'd Empress.

Aar. The Emprefs, the midwife, and your selfTwo may keep counsel, when the third's away: Go to the Empress, tell her, this I said — [He kills her. Week, week! - so cries a pig, prepar'd to th' spit. Dem. What mean'st thou, Aaron? wherefore didit

thou this?
Aar. O lord, Sir, 'tis a deed of policy :
Shall the live to betray this guilt of ours?
A long-tongu'd babling goflip i no, lords, no.
And now be it known to you my full intent:
Not far, one Muliteus lives, my country-man,
His wife but yesternight was brought to bed,
His child is like to her, fair as you are :
Go pack with him, and give the mother gold,
And tell them both the circumstance of all;
And how by this their child shall be advanc'd,
And be received for the Emp'ror's heir,
And substituted in the place of mine,
To calm this tempeft whirling in the Court ;
And let the Emperor dandle him for his own.
Hark ye, my lords, ye fee, I have given her phyfick;

must needs bestow her funeral ;
The fields are near, and you are gallant grooms :
This done, see, that you take no longer days,
But send the midwife presently to me.
The midwife and the nurse well made away,


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