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from me to the empress' sons Presents, that I intend to send them both: Come, come; thou 'lt do thy message, wilt thou
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 ;
brave it at the court; Ay, marry,
sir : and we 'll be waited on.
[Exeunt Titus, LAVINIA, and Boy. Marc. O heavens, can you hear a good man groan, And not relent, or not compassion him? Marcus, attend him in his ecstasy ; That hath more scars of sorrow in his heart, Than foe-men's marks
his batter'd shield: But yet so just, that he will not revenge: Revenge the heavens for old Andronicus! [Erit.
A Room in the Palace.
Enter AARON, CHIRON, and DEMETRIUS, at one
Door; at another Door, Young Lucius, and an
father. Boy. My lords, with all the humbleness I may, I greet your
honours from Andronicus; And pray the Roman gods, confound you both.
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
Integer vita, scelerisque purus,
Chi. 0, 'tis a verse in Horace; I know it well:
a verse in Horace:- right, you 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
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 -
[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 Amongst the fairest breeders of our clime. The empress sends it thee, thy stamp, thy seal, And bids thee christen it with thy dagger's point, Aar. Out, out, you wretch! is black so 'base a
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 your bro
ther? Now, by the burning tapers of the sky, That shone so brightly when this boy was got,
He dies upon my scimitar's sharp point,
Aar. My mistress is my mistress ; this, myself;
Dem. By this our mother is for ever sham'd.
this ignomy.' Aar. Why, there's the privilege your beauty
bears : Fye, treacherous hue! that will betray with blushing 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 self-blood that first
gave Although my seal be stamped in his face.
life to you;
7 A giant, the son of Titan and Terra. 8 Hercules,
9 In spite of. • Ignominy. * Complexion.