For this proud mock I'll be thy flaughter-man; Enter Emilius. Sat. What news with thee, Æmilius? Emil. Arm, arm, my lords; Rome never had more caufe; The Goths have gather'd head, and with a Power Who threats in course of his revenge to do Sat. Is warlike Lucius General of the Goths? And they have wifh'd, that Lucius were their Emperor. Tam. Why fhould you fear? is not our city ftrong? Sat. Ay, but the citizens favour Lucius, And will revolt from me, to fuccour him. Tam. King,be thy thoughts imperious like thy name. And is not careful what they mean thereby, With words more fweet, and yet more dangerous, When When as the one is wounded with the bait, Sat. But he will not intreat his fon for us. Bid him demand that pledge will pleafe him beft. Sat. Then go fuccefsfully, and plead to him. A C T V. [Exeunt. SCENE I. A Camp at a small diftance from Rome. Enter Lucius with Goths, with drum and foldiers. LUCIUS. PPROVED warriors, and my faithful friends, Which fignify, what hate they bear their Emp'ror, Therefore, great lords, be, as your titles witness, And wherein Rome* hath done you any scathe, * hath done you any Scathe,] Scathe, Harm. Mr. Pope. Goth. Goth. Brave flip, fprung from the great Andronicus, (Whose name was once our terror, now our comfort.) Whofe high exploits and honourable deeds Ingtateful Rome requites with foul contempt, Be bold in us; we'll follow, where thou lead'ft: Like ftinging bees in hottest summer's day, Led by their mafter to the flower'd fields, And be aveng'd on curfed Tamora. Omnes. And, as he faith, so say we all with him. Luc. I humbly thank him, and I thank you all. But who comes here, led by a lufty Goth? Enter a Goth leading Aaron, with his child in his Arms. Goth. RENOWNED Lucius, from our troops To gaze upon a ruinous monaftery: Peace, villain, peace! (ev'n thus he rates the babe) Who, when he knows thou art the Empress' babe Will hold thee dearly for thy mother's fake. With this, my weapon drawn, I rush'd upon him, Surpriz'd him fuddenly, and brought him hither, To ufe as you think needful of the man. Luc. O worthy Goth, this is th' incarnate Devil, That robb'd Andronicus of his good hand; This is the Pearl that pleas'd your Emprefs' eye, Aar. Touch not the boy, he is of royal blood. Aar. Lucius, fave the child, And bear it from me to the Empress; If thou do this, I'll fhew thee wond'rous things, all! Luc. Say on, and if it please me which thou speak'ft,. Thy child fhall live, and I will fee it nourish'd. Aar. An if it please thee? why, affure thee, Lucius, 'Twill vex thy foul to hear what I fhall fpeak: For I must talk of murders, rapes and massacres, Acts of black night, abominable deeds, Complots of mifchief, treafon, villanies, Ruthful to hear, yet piteously perform'd: And this fhall all be buried by my death, Unless thou fwear to me, my child fhall live. Luc. Tell on thy mind; I fay, thy child fhall live. That granted, how canft thou believe an oath? And haft a thing within thee called Confcience, Therefore Therefore I urge thy oath; (for that, I know, An idiot holds his bauble for a God, And keeps the oath, which by that God he fwears, To that I'll urge him ;)—therefore thou fhalt vow By that fame God, what God foe'er it be, That thou ador'st and haft in reverence, To fave my boy, nourish and bring him up; Luc. Even by my God I fwear to thee, I will. Aar. Tut, Lucius, this was but a deed of charity, To that which thou fhalt hear of me anon. 'Twas her two fons, that murder'd Baffianus; They cut thy fifter's tongue, and ravish'd her, And cut her hands, and trim'd her as thou faw'ft. Luc. Oh, deteftable villain! call'ft thou that triming? Aar. Why, he was wafhed, and cut, and trim'd; That bloody mind, I think, they learn'd of me, Well; let my deeds be witnefs of my worth. I play'd the cheater for thy father's hand, And almoft broke my heart with extreme laughter. When |