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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