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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