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Marc. What, what !- the lustful sons of Tamora Performers of this heinous, bloody deed?
Tit. Magne Dominator poli, Tam lentus audis scelera ? tam lentus vides? Marc. O, calm thee, gentle lord ! although, I
know, There is enough written upon this earth, To stir a mutiny in the mildest thoughts, And arm the minds of infants to exclaims. My lord, kneel down with me; Lavinia, kneel; And kneel, sweet boy, the Roman Heetor's hope ; And swear with me, - as with the woful feere 3, And father, of that chaste dishonour'd dame, Lord Junius Brutus sware for Lucrece' rape, That we will prosecute, by good advice, Mortal revenge upon these traitorous Goths, And see their blood, or die with this reproach.
Tit. 'Tis sure enough, an you knew how, But if
hurt these bear-whelps, then beware: The dam will wake; and, if she wind you once, She's with the lion deeply still in league, And, when he sleeps, will she do what she list. You 're a young huntsman, Marcus; let it alone; And, come, I will go get a leaf of brass, And with a gad * of steel will write these words, And lay it by: the angry northern wind Will blow these sands, like Sybil's leaves, abroad, And where's your lesson then ? Boy, what say
Boy. I say, my lord, that if I were a man, Their mother's bed-chamber should not be safe For these bad-bondmen to the yoke of Rome.
Marc. Ay, that's my boy! thy father hath full oft For this ungrateful country done the like.
Boy. And, uncle, so will I, an if I live.
Tit. Come, go with me into mine armoury : Lucius, I 'll fit thee; and withal, my boy
* The point of a spear.
Shall carry from me to the empress' sons
not? Boy. Ay, with my dagger in their bosoms, grandTit. No, boy, not so; I'll teach thee another
Lavinia, come: Marcus, look to my house ;
[Exeunt Titus, LAVINIA, and Boy.
A Room in the Palace.
Enter AARON, CHIRON, and DEMETRIUS, at one
Door; at another Door, Young Lucius, and an Attendant, with a Bundle of Weapons, and Verses writ upon
them. Chi. Demetrius, here's the son of Lucius; He hath some message to deliver to us. Aar. Ay, some mad message from his mad grand
father. Boy. My lords, with all the humbleness I may, I
greet your honours from Andronicus ; And pray the Roman gods, confound you both.
[ Aside. Dem. Gramercy”, lovely Lucius: What's the
news ? Boy. That you are both decipher'd, that's the
news, For villains mark'd with rape. [Aside.] May it please
you, My grandsire, 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 bade 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, [Aside,] like bloody villains.
[Exeunt Boy and Attendant, Dem. What's here? A scroll; and written round
Chi. 0, 'tis a verse in Horace; I know it well :
have it. Now, what a thing it is to be an ass ! Here's no sound jest! the old man hath
found their guilt ; And sends the weapons wrapp'd about with lines,
Aside. That wound, beyond their feeling, to the
5. i. e. Grand merci; great thanks.
It did me good, before the Palace gate
Dem. But me more good, to see so great a lord Basely insinuate, 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 lust.
Chi. A charitable wish, and full of love.
Dem. Come, let us go, and pray to all the gods For our beloved mother in our pains. Aar. Pray to the devils; the gods have given us o'er.
[ Aside. Flourish, Dem. Why do the emperor's trumpets flourish
thus ? Chi. Belike, for joy the emperor hath a son. Dem. Soft; who comes here?
Enter a Nurse, with a Black-a-moor Child in her
Good morrow, lords: 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 dost thou keep? What dost thou wrap and fumble in thine arms ? Nur. O, that which I would hide from heaven's
eye, Our empress' shame, and stately Rome's disgrace;She is deliver’d, lords, she is deliver'd.
Aar. To whom ?
I mean, she's brought to bed.
Well, Jove Give her good rest! What hath she got ? Nur.
A devil. Aar. Why then she 's the devil's dam; a joyful Nur. A joyless, dismal, black, and sorrowful
Here is the babe, as loathsome as a toad
hue? Sweet blowse, you are a beauteous blossom, sure.
Dem. Villain, what hast thou done?
Done! that which thou
Thou hast undone our mother. Dem. Woe to her chance, accurs'd her loathed
Chi. It shall not live.
It shall not die.
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 despatch it. Aar. Sooner this sword shall plough thy bowels
[Takes the Child from the Nurse, and draws. Stay, murderous villains! will you
kill ther? Now, by the burning tapers of the sky, That shone so brightly when this boy was got,