The Same. A Room in the Palace. |
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Enter, from one side, AARON, DEMETRIUS, and CHIRON; from the other young LUCIUS, and an Attendant, with a bundle of weapons, and verses writ upon them. |
Chi. Demetrius, here's the son of Lucius; |
He hath some message to deliver us. |
Aar. Ay, some mad message from his mad grandfather. |
Boy. My lords, with all the humbleness I may, |
I greet your honours from Andronicus; |
[Aside.] And pray the Roman gods, confound you both! |
Dem. Gramercy, lovely Lucius: what's the news? |
Boy. [Aside.] That you are both decipher'd, that's the news, |
For villains mark'd with rape. [Aloud.] May it please you, |
My grandsire, well advis'd, hath sent by me |
The goodliest weapons of his armoury, |
To gratify your honourable youth, |
The hope of Rome, for so he bade me say; |
And so I do, and with his gifts present |
Your lordships, that whenever you have need, |
You may be armed and appointed well. |
And so I leave you both: [Aside.] like bloody villains. [Exeunt Boy and Attendant. |
Dem. What's here? A scroll; and written round about? |
Let's see:— |
[Reads.] 'Integer vitæ, scelerisque purus, |
Non eget Mauri jaculis, nec arcu. |
Chi. O! 'tis a verse in Horace; I know it well: |
I read it in the grammar long ago. |
Aar. Ay just, a verse in Horace; right, you have it. |
[Aside.] Now, what a thing it is to be an ass! |
Here's no sound jest! the old man hath found their guilt |
And sends them weapons wrapp'd about with lines, |
That wound, beyond their feeling, to the quick; |
But were our witty empress well afoot, |
She would applaud Andronicus' conceit: |
But let her rest in her unrest awhile. |
[To them.] And now, young lords, was 't not a happy star |
Led us to Rome, strangers, and more than so, |
Captives, to be advanced to this height? |
It did me good before the palace gate |
To brave the tribune in his brother's hearing. |
Dem. But me more good, to see so great a lord |
Basely insinuate and send us gifts. |
Aar. Had he not reason, Lord Demetrius? |
Did you not use his daughter very friendly? |
Dem. I would we had a thousand Roman dames |
At such a bay, by turn to serve our lust. |
Chi. A charitable wish and full of love. |
Aar. Here lacks but your mother for to say amen. |
Chi. And that would she for twenty thousand more. |
Dem. Come, let us go and pray to all the gods |
For our beloved mother in her pains. |
Aar. [Aside.] Pray to the devils; the gods have given us over. [Trumpets sound. |
Dem. Why do the emperor's trumpets flourish thus? |
Chi. Belike, for joy the emperor hath a son. |
Dem. Soft! who comes here? |
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Enter a Nurse, with a blackamoor Child. |
Nur. Good morrow, lords. O! tell me, did you see |
Aaron the Moor? |
Aar. Well, more or less, or ne'er a whit at all, |
Here Aaron is; and what with Aaron now? |
Nur. O gentle Aaron! we are all undone. |
Now help, or woe betide thee evermore! |
Aar. Why, what a caterwauling dost thou keep! |
What dost thou wrap and fumble in thine arms? |
Nur. O! that which I would hide from heaven's eye, |
Our empress' shame, and stately Rome's disgrace! |
She is deliver'd, lords, she is deliver'd. |
Aar. To whom? |
Nur. I mean, she's brought a-bed. |
Aar. Well, God give her good rest! What hath he sent her? |
Nur. A devil. |
Aar. Why, then she's 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, |
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 stamped 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. [They sit. |
Dem. How many women saw this child of his? |
Aar. Why, so, brave lords! when we join in league, |
I am a lamb; but if you brave the Moor, |
The chafed 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: [Stabbing her. |
'Weke, weke!' |
So cries a pig prepared 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 Muli lives, 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; you 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 DEMETRIUS and CHIRON, bearing off the Nurse's body. |
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 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 with the Child. |
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