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see Aaron the Moor?
Nur. O gentle Aaron, we are all undone: Now help, or woe betide thee evermore !
Aar. Why, what a caterwauling doft thou keep? What dost thou wrap and fumble in thine arms ?
Nur, O That which I would hide from heaven's eye,
Aar. To whom ?
Aar. Well, God give her good rest !
Nur. A devil.
Nur. A joyless, dismal, black, and sorrowful issue.
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?
Dem. And therein, hellish dog, thou hast undone. Woe to her chance, and damn'd her loathed choice, Accurs'd the offspring of fo foul a fiend !
Chi. It shall not live,
Aar. What, muft it, nurse ? then let no man but I Do execution on my flesh and bload.
Dem. I'll broach' the tadpole on my rapier's point: Nurse, give it me, my sword fhall foon 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,
Dem. Wilt thou betray thy noble mistress thus?
Aar. My mistress is my mistress ; this, my self ;
Dem. By this our mother is for ever sham'd.
Aar. Why, there's the privilege your beauty bears:
Nur. Aaron, what shall I say unto the Empress ?
And we will all subscribe to thy advice:
Aar. Then fit we down, and let us all consult.
[They fit on the ground. Dem. How many women saw 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 lionels, The ocean swells not so as Aaron storms : But say again, how many saw the child ?
Nur. Cornelia the midwife, and my self And no one else but the deliver'd Empress.
Aar. The Empress, the midwife, and your self — 'Two may keep counsel, when the third's
away : Go to the Empress, tell her, this I said[He kills her. Week, - week! - fo 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 se live to betray this guilt of ours? A long-tongu'd babling goslip? no, lords, no. And now be is 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 tempest whirling in the Court ; And let the Emperor dandle him for his own, Hark ye, my lords, ye see, I have given her phyfick; 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 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, Her self and hers are highly bound to thee. [Exeunt.
Aar. Now to the Goths, as swift as Swallow flies, There to dispose this treasure in my arms, And secretly to greet the Empress’ friends. Come on, you thick-lip'd llave, I bear you hence, For it is you that put us to our shifts : I'll make you feed on berries, and on roots, And feed on curds and whey, and fuck the goat, And cabin in, a cave; and bring you up To be a warrior, and command a camp. [Exit.,
SCENE, a Street near the Palace.
Enter Titus, old Marcus, young Lucius, and other Gen
tlemen with bows; and Titus bears the arrows with letters on the end of them.
Tit. Come, Marcus, come; kinsmen, this is the way. Sir boy, now let me see your archery. Look, ye draw home enough, and 'tis there straight; Terras Aftræa reliquit-be you remember'd, Marcus She's gone,
she's fled Sirs, take you to your tools ; You, cousins, shall
found the ocean, And caft your nets; haply, you may find 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 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 fuffrages On him, that thus, doth tyrannize o'er me, L 2
Go, get you gone, and, pray, be careful all,
Mar. Oh Publius, is not this a heavy case,
Pub. Therefore, my lord, it highly us concerns,
Mar. Kinsmen, his forrows are past remedy.
Tit. Publius, how now? how now, my masters,
Pub. No, my good lord, but Pluto fends you word,
Tit. He doth me wrong to feed me with delays,
wrung with wrongs, more than our backs can bear,
[He gives them the arrowus. Ad 'Joven, that's for
you here, ad Apollinem Ad Martem, that's for