A lonely Part of the Forest. |
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Enter AARON, with a bag of gold. |
| Aar. He that had wit would think that I had none, |
| To bury so much gold under a tree, |
| And never after to inherit it. |
| Let him that thinks of me so abjectly |
| Know that this gold must coin a stratagem, |
| Which, cunningly effected, will beget |
| A very excellent piece of villany: |
| And so repose, sweet gold, for their unrest |
| That have their alms out of the empress' chest. [Hides the gold. |
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Enter TAMORA. |
| Tam. My lovely Aaron, wherefore look'st thou sad, |
| When every thing doth make a gleeful boast? |
| The birds chant melody on every bush, |
| The snake lies rolled in the cheerful sun, |
| The green leaves quiver with the cooling wind, |
| And make a chequer'd shadow on the ground. |
| Under their sweet shade, Aaron, let us sit, |
| And, whilst the babbling echo mocks the hounds, |
| Replying shrilly to the well-tun'd horns, |
| As if a double hunt were heard at once, |
| Let us sit down and mark their yelping noise; |
| And after conflict, such as was suppos'd |
| The wandering prince and Dido once enjoy'd, |
| When with a happy storm they were surpris'd, |
| And curtain'd with a counsel-keeping cave, |
| We may, each wreathed in the other's arms, |
| Our pastimes done, possess a golden slumber; |
| Whiles hounds and horns and sweet melodious birds |
| Be unto us as is a nurse's song |
| Of lullaby to bring her babe asleep. |
| Aar. Madam, though Venus govern your desires, |
| Saturn is dominator over mine: |
| What signifies my deadly-standing eye, |
| My silence and my cloudy melancholy, |
| My fleece of woolly hair that now uncurls |
| Even as an adder when she doth unroll |
| To do some fatal execution? |
| No, madam, these are no venereal signs: |
| Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, |
| Blood and revenge are hammering in my head. |
| Hark, Tamora, the empress of my soul, |
| Which never hopes more heaven than rests in thee, |
| This is the day of doom for Bassianus; |
| His Philomel must lose her tongue to-day, |
| Thy sons make pillage of her chastity, |
| And wash their hands in Bassianus' blood. |
| Seest thou this letter? take it up, I pray thee, |
| And give the king this fatal-plotted scroll. |
| Now question me no more; we are espied; |
| Here comes a parcel of our hopeful booty, |
| Which dreads not yet their lives' destruction. |
| Tam. Ah! my sweet Moor, sweeter to me than life. |
| Aar. No more, great empress; Bassianus comes: |
| Be cross with him; and I'll go fetch thy sons |
| To back thy quarrels, whatsoe'er they be. [Exit. |
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Enter BASSIANUS and LAVINIA. |
| Bas. Who have we here? Rome's royal empress, |
| Unfurnish'd of her well-beseeming troop? |
| Or is it Dian, habited like her, |
| Who hath abandoned her holy groves, |
| To see the general hunting in this forest? |
| Tam. Saucy controller of our private steps! |
| Had I the power that some say Dian had, |
| Thy temples should be planted presently |
| With horns, as was Actæon's; and the hounds |
| Should drive upon thy new-transformed limbs, |
| Unmannerly intruder as thou art! |
| Lav. Under your patience, gentle empress, |
| 'Tis thought you have a goodly gift in horning; |
| And to be doubted that your Moor and you |
| Are singled forth to try experiments. |
| Jove shield your husband from his hounds to-day! |
| 'Tis pity they should take him for a stag. |
| Bas. Believe me, queen, your swarth Cimmerian |
| Doth make your honour of his body's hue, |
| Spotted, detested, and abominable. |
| Why are you sequester'd from all your train, |
| Dismounted from your snow-white goodly steed, |
| And wander'd hither to an obscure plot, |
| Accompanied but with a barbarous Moor, |
| If foul desire had not conducted you? |
| Lav. And, being intercepted in your sport, |
| Great reason that my noble lord be rated |
| For sauciness. I pray you, let us hence, |
| And let her joy her raven-colour'd love; |
| This valley fits the purpose passing well. |
| Bas. The king my brother shall have note of this. |
| Lav. Ay, for these slips have made him noted long: |
| Good king, to be so mightily abus'd! |
| Tam. Why have I patience to endure all this? |
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Enter DEMETRIUS and CHIRON. |
| Dem. How now, dear sovereign, and our gracious mother! |
| Why doth your highness look so pale and wan? |
| Tam. Have I not reason, think you, to look pale? |
| These two have 'tic'd me hither to this place: |
| A barren detested vale, you see, it is; |
| The trees, though summer, yet forlorn and lean, |
| O'ercome with moss and baleful mistletoe: |
| Here never shines the sun; here nothing breeds, |
| Unless the nightly owl or fatal raven: |
| And when they show'd me this abhorred pit, |
| They told me, here, at dead time of the night, |
| A thousand fiends, a thousand hissing snakes, |
| Ten thousand swelling toads, as many urchins, |
| Would make such fearful and confused cries, |
| As any mortal body hearing it |
| Should straight fall mad, or else die suddenly. |
| No sooner had they told this hellish tale, |
| But straight they told me they would bind me here |
| Unto the body of a dismal yew, |
| And leave me to this miserable death: |
| And then they called me foul adulteress, |
| Lascivious Goth, and all the bitterest terms |
| That ever ear did hear to such effect; |
| And, had you not by wondrous fortune come, |
| This vengeance on me had they executed. |
| Revenge it, as you love your mother's life, |
| Or be ye not henceforth call'd my children. |
| Dem. This is a witness that I am thy son. [Stabs BASSIANUS. |
| Chi. And this for me, struck home to show my strength. [Also stabs BASSIANUS, who dies. |
| Lav. Ay, come, Semiramis, nay, barbarous Tamora; |
| For no name fits thy nature but thy own. |
| Tam. Give me thy poniard; you shall know, my boys, |
| Your mother's hand shall right your mother's wrong. |
| Dem. Stay, madam; here is more belongs to her: |
| First thrash the corn, then after burn the straw. |
| This minion stood upon her chastity, |
| Upon her nuptial vow, her loyalty, |
| And with that painted hope she braves your mightiness: |
| And shall she carry this unto her grave? |
| Chi. An if she do, I would I were an eunuch. |
| Drag hence her husband to some secret hole, |
| And make his dead trunk pillow to our lust. |
| Tam. But when ye have the honey ye desire, |
| Let not this wasp outlive, us both to sting. |
| Chi. I warrant you, madam, we will make that sure. |
| Come, mistress, now perforce we will enjoy |
| That nice-preserved honesty of yours. |
| Lav. O Tamora! thou bear'st a woman's face,— |
| Tam. I will not hear her speak; away with her! |
| Lav. Sweet lords, entreat her hear me but a word. |
| Dem. Listen, fair madam: let it be your glory |
| To see her tears; but be your heart to them |
| As unrelenting flint to drops of rain. |
| Lav. When did the tiger's young ones teach the dam? |
| O! do not learn her wrath; she taught it thee; |
| The milk thou suck'dst from her did turn to marble; |
| Even at thy teat thou hadst thy tyranny. |
| Yet every mother breeds not sons alike: |
| [To CHIRON.] Do thou entreat her show a woman pity. |
| Chi. What! wouldst thou have me prove myself a bastard? |
| Lav. 'Tis true! the raven doth not hatch a lark: |
| Yet have I heard, O! could I find it now, |
| The lion mov'd with pity did endure |
| To have his princely paws par'd all away. |
| Some say that ravens foster forlorn children, |
| The whilst their own birds famish in their nests: |
| O! be to me, though thy hard heart say no, |
| Nothing so kind, but something pitiful. |
| Tam. I know not what it means; away with her! |
| Lav. O, let me teach thee! for my father's sake, |
| That gave thee life when well he might have slain thee, |
| Be not obdurate, open thy deaf ears. |
| Tam. Hadst thou in person ne'er offended me, |
| Even for his sake am I pitiless. |
| Remember, boys, I pour'd forth tears in vain |
| To save your brother from the sacrifice; |
| But fierce Andronicus would not relent: |
| Therefore, away with her, and use her as you will: |
| The worse to her, the better lov'd of me. |
| Lav. O Tamora! be call'd a gentle queen, |
| And with thine own hands kill me in this place; |
| For 'tis not life that I have begg'd so long; |
| Poor I was slain when Bassianus died. |
| Tam. What begg'st thou then? fond woman, let me go. |
| Lav. 'Tis present death I beg; and one thing more |
| That womanhood denies my tongue to tell. |
| O! keep me from their worse than killing lust, |
| And tumble me into some loathsome pit, |
| Where never man's eye may behold my body: |
| Do this, and be a charitable murderer. |
| Tam. So should I rob my sweet sons of their fee: |
| No, let them satisfy their lust on thee. |
| Dem. Away! for thou hast stay'd us here too long. |
| Lav. No grace! no womanhood! Ah, beastly creature, |
| The blot and enemy to our general name. |
| Confusion fall— |
| Chi. Nay, then I'll stop your mouth. Bring thou her husband: |
| This is the hole where Aaron bid us hide him. [DEMETRIUS throws the body of BASSIANUS into the pit; then exeunt DEMETRIUS and CHIRON, dragging off LAVINIA. |
| Tam. Farewell, my sons: see that you make her sure. |
| Ne'er let my heart know merry cheer indeed |
| Till all the Andronici be made away. |
| Now will I hence to seek my lovely Moor, |
| And let my spleenful sons this trull deflower. [Exit. |
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Enter AARON, with QUINTUS and MARTIUS. |
| Aar. Come on, my lords, the better foot before: |
| Straight will I bring you to the loathsome pit |
| Where I espied the panther fast asleep. |
| Quin. My sight is very dull, whate'er it bodes. |
| Mart. And mine, I promise you: were't not for shame, |
| Well could I leave our sport to sleep awhile. [Falls into the pit. |
| Quin. What! art thou fall'n? What subtle hole is this, |
| Whose mouth is cover'd with rude-growing briers, |
| Upon whose leaves are drops of new-shed blood |
| As fresh as morning's dew distill'd on flowers? |
| A very fatal place it seems to me. |
| Speak, brother, hast thou hurt thee with the fall? |
| Mart. O brother! with the dismall'st object hurt |
| That ever eye with sight made heart lament. |
| Aar. [Aside.] Now will I fetch the king to find them here, |
| That he thereby may give a likely guess |
| How these were they that made away his brother. [Exit. |
| Mart. Why dost not comfort me, and help me out |
| From this unhallow'd and blood-stained hole? |
| Quin. I am surprised with an uncouth fear; |
| A chilling sweat o'erruns my trembling joints: |
| My heart suspects more than mine eye can see. |
| Mart. To prove thou hast a true-divining heart, |
| Aaron and thou look down into this den, |
| And see a fearful sight of blood and death. |
| Quin. Aaron is gone; and my compassionate heart |
| Will not permit mine eyes once to behold |
| The thing whereat it trembles by surmise. |
| O! tell me how it is; for ne'er till now |
| Was I a child, to fear I know not what. |
| Mart. Lord Bassianus lies embrewed here, |
| All on a heap, like to a slaughter'd lamb, |
| In this detested, dark, blood-drinking pit. |
| Quin. If it be dark, how dost thou know 'tis he? |
| Mart. Upon his bloody finger he doth wear |
| A precious ring, that lightens all the hole, |
| Which, like a taper in some monument, |
| Doth shine upon the dead man's earthy cheeks, |
| And shows the ragged entrails of the pit: |
| So pale did shine the moon on Pyramus |
| When he by night lay bath'd in maiden blood. |
| O brother! help me with thy fainting hand, |
| If fear hath made thee faint, as me it hath, |
| Out of this fell devouring receptacle, |
| As hateful as Cocytus' misty mouth. |
| Quin. Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee out; |
| Or, wanting strength to do thee so much good |
| I may be pluck'd into the swallowing womb |
| Of this deep pit, poor Bassianus' grave. |
| I have no strength to pluck thee to the brink. |
| Mart. Nor I no strength to climb without thy help. |
| Quin. Thy hand once more; I will not loose again, |
| Till thou art here aloft, or I below. |
| Thou canst not come to me: I come to thee. [Falls in. |
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Re-enter AARON with SATURNINUS. |
| Sat. Along with me: I'll see what hole is here, |
| And what he is that now is leap'd into it. |
| Say, who art thou that lately didst descend |
| Into this gaping hollow of the earth? |
| Mart. The unhappy son of old Andronicus; |
| Brought hither in a most unlucky hour, |
| To find thy brother Bassianus dead. |
| Sat. My brother dead! I know thou dost but jest: |
| He and his lady both are at the lodge, |
| Upon the north side of this pleasant chase; |
| 'Tis not an hour since I left him there. |
| Mart. We know not where you left him all alive; |
| But, out alas! here have we found him dead. |
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Enter TAMORA, with Attendants; TITUS ANDRONICUS, and LUCIUS. |
| Tam. Where is my lord, the king? |
| Sat. Here, Tamora; though griev'd with killing grief. |
| Tam. Where is thy brother Bassianus? |
| Sat. Now to the bottom dost thou search my wound: |
| Poor Bassianus here lies murdered. |
| Tam. Then all too late I bring this fatal writ, [Giving a letter. |
| The complot of this timeless tragedy; |
| And wonder greatly that man's face can fold |
| In pleasing smiles such murderous tyranny. |
| Sat. And if we miss to meet him handsomely, |
| Sweet huntsman, Bassianus 'tis we mean, |
| Do thou so much as dig the grave for him: |
| Thou know'st our meaning. Look for thy reward |
| Among the nettles at the elder-tree |
| Which overshades the mouth of that same pit |
| Where we decreed to bury Bassianus: |
| Do this, and purchase us thy lasting friends. |
| O Tamora! was ever heard the like? |
| This is the pit, and this the elder-tree. |
| Look, sirs, if you can find the huntsman out |
| That should have murder'd Bassianus here. |
| Aar. My gracious lord, here is the bag of gold. |
| Sat. [To TITUS.] Two of thy whelps, fell curs of bloody kind, |
| Have here bereft my brother of his life. |
| Sirs, drag them from the pit unto the prison: |
| There let them bide until we have devis'd |
| Some never-heard-of torturing pain for them. |
| Tam. What! are they in this pit? O wondrous thing! |
| How easily murder is discovered! |
| Tit. High emperor, upon my feeble knee |
| I beg this boon with tears not lightly shed; |
| That this fell fault of my accursed sons, |
| Accursed, if the fault be prov'd in them,— |
| Sat. If it be prov'd! you see it is apparent. |
| Who found this letter? Tamora, was it you? |
| Tam. Andronicus himself did take it up. |
| Tit. I did, my lord: yet let me be their bail; |
| For, by my father's reverend tomb, I vow |
| They shall be ready at your highness' will |
| To answer their suspicion with their lives. |
| Sat. Thou shalt not bail them: see thou follow me. |
| Some bring the murder'd body, some the murderers: |
| Let them not speak a word; the guilt is plain; |
| For, by my soul, were there worse end than death, |
| That end upon them should be executed. |
| Tam. Andronicus, I will entreat the king: |
| Fear not thy sons, they shall do well enough. |
| Tit. Come, Lucius, come; stay not to talk with them. [Exeunt severally. |
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