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Our empress' shame, and stately Rome's disgrace!—
She is deliver'd, lords,—she is deliver❜d.

Aar. To whom?

Nur.

I mean, she is brought a-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 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. Zounds, ye whore! is black so base a hue ?-
Sweet blowse, you are a beauteous blossom, sure.
Dem. Villain, what hast thou done?
Aar. That which thou canst not undo.
Chi. Thou hast undone our mother.

Aar. Villain, I have 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 so.
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.
[Takes the Child from the Nurse, and
draws.

Stay, murderous 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 scimitar's sharp point

That touches this my first-born son and heir!

I tell you, younglings, not Enceladus,

With all his threatening band of Typhon's brood,

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Nor great Alcides, nor the god of war,

Shall seize this prey out of his father's hands.
What, what, ye sanguine, shallow-hearted boys!
Ye white-lim'd walls! ye alehouse 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 she can.

Dem. Wilt thou betray thy noble mistress thus ?
Aar. My mistress is my mistress; this, myself,-
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. Rome will despise her for this foul escape.
Nur. The emperor, in his rage, will doom her death.
Chi. I blush to think upon this ignomy.

Aar. Why, there's the privilege your beauty bears: Fie, 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 life to you;
And from that womb where you imprison'd were
He is enfranchised and come to light:

Nay, he is your brother by the surer side,
Although my seal be stampèd in his face.

Nur. Aaron, what shall I say unto the empress?
Dem. Advise thee, Aaron, what is to be done,

And we will all subscribe to thy advice:
Save thou the child, so we may all be safe.

Aar. Then sit 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.

Dem. How many women saw this child of his?

[They sit.

Aar. Why, so, brave lords! when we (67) join in league,

I am a lamb: but if you brave the Moor,
The chafèd boar, the mountain lioness,
The ocean swells not so as Aaron storms.-
But say, again, how many saw the child?

Nur. Cornelia the midwife and myself;
And no one else but the deliver'd empress.

Aar. The empress, the midwife, and yourself:-
Two may keep counsel when the third's away :-
Go to the empress, tell her this I said :-

[He stabs her, and she dies.

Weke, weke !—so cries a pig prepar'd to the spit.

Dem. What mean'st thou, Aaron? wherefore didst thou

this?

Aar. O Lord, sir, 'tis a deed of policy
Shall she live to betray this guilt of ours,—
A long-tongu'd babbling gossip? no, lords, no:
And now be it known to you my full intent.
Not far, one Muliteus, (68) my countryman,
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 emperor's heir,
And substituted in the place of mine,
To calm this tempest whirling in the court;
And let the emperor dandle him for his own.
Hark ye, lords; ye see I have given her physic,

[Pointing to the Nurse.

And you 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,
Then let the ladies tattle what they please.

Chi. Aaron, I see thou wilt not trust the air

With secrets.

Dem. For this care of Tamora,

Herself and hers are highly bound to thee.

[Exeunt Dem. and Chi. bearing off the dead Nurse. Aar. Now to the Goths, as swift as swallow flies; There to dispose this treasure in mine arms, And secretly to greet the empress' friends.— Come on, you thick-lipp'd slave, I'll bear you hence; For it is you that puts us to our shifts:

I'll make you feed on berries and on roots,

And feed (69) on curds and whey, and suck the goat,
And cabin in a cave; and bring you up

To be a warrior, and command a camp.

[Exit.

SCENE III. The same. A public place.

Enter TITUS, bearing arrows with letters at the ends of them; with him, MARCUS, young LUCIUS, and other Gentlemen, with bows.

Tit. Come, Marcus, come :-kinsmen, this is the way.

Sir boy,(70) let me see your archery;

Look ye draw home enough, and 'tis there straight.—
Terras Astræa reliquit :

Be you remember'd, Marcus, she's gone, she's fled.-—
Sirs, take you to your tools.-You, cousins, shall
Go sound the ocean, and cast your nets;
Happily (") you may catch her in the sea;
Yet there's as little justice as at land:-
No; Publius and Sempronius, you must do it;
'Tis you must dig with mattock and with spade,
And pierce the inmost centre of the earth :
Then, when you come to Pluto's region,
I pray you, deliver him this petition;
Tell him, it is for justice and for aid,

And that it comes from old Andronicus,
Shaken with sorrows in ungrateful Rome.—

Ah, Rome!-Well, well; I made thee miserable
What time I threw the people's suffrages

On him that thus doth tyrannize o'er me.-
Go, get you gone; and pray be careful all,
And leave you not a man-of-war unsearch'd:
This wicked emperor may have shipp'd her hence;
And, kinsmen, then we may go pipe for justice.
Marc. O Publius, is not this a heavy case,
To see thy noble uncle thus distract?

Pub. Therefore, my lord,(72) it highly us concerns
By day and night to attend him carefully,

And feed his humour kindly as we may,

Till time beget some careful remedy.

Marc. Kinsmen, his sorrows are past remedy.
Join with the Goths; and with revengeful war
Take wreak on Rome for this ingratitude,
And vengeance on the traitor Saturnine.

Tit. Publius, how now! how now, my masters!
What, have you met with her?

Pub. No, my good lord; but Pluto sends you word,
If you will have Revenge from hell, you shall:
Marry, for Justice, she is so employ'd,

He thinks, with Jove in heaven, or somewhere else,

So that perforce you must needs stay a time.

Tit. He doth me wrong to feed me with delays.
I'll dive into the burning lake below,

And pull her out of Acheron by the heels.-
Marcus, we are but shrubs, no cedars we,
No big-bon❜d men fram'd of the Cyclops' size;
But metal, Marcus, steel to the very back,

Yet wrung with wrongs more than our backs can bear:
And, sith there's no justice in earth nor hell,
We will solicit heaven, and move the gods
To send down Justice for to wreak our wrongs.-
Come, to this gear. You are a good archer, Marcus;
[He gives them the arrows.

Ad Jovem, that's for you :-here, ad Apollinem:—
Ad Martem, that's for myself:-

Here, boy, to Pallas :-here, to Mercury :-
To Saturn, Caius,(73) not to Saturnine;
You were as good to shoot against the wind.-

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