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And, come, I will go get a leaf of brass,
Boy. I say, my lord, that if I were a man,
Mar. Ay, that's my boy! thy father hath full oft For this ungrateful country done the like.
Boy. And, uncle, so will I, an if I live.
Tit. Come, go with me into mine armoury; Lucius, I'll fit thee; and withal, my boy Shall carry from me to the empress' sons Presents, that I intend to send them both: Come, come; thou’lt do thy message, wilt thou not? Boy. Ay, with my dagger in their bosoms, grand
sire. Tit. No, boy, not so; I'll teach thee another course. Lavinia, come :-Marcus, look to my house ; Lucius and I'll go brave it at the court; Ay, marry, will we, sir : and we'll be waited on.
[Exeunt Titus, LAVINIA, and Boy. Mar. O heavens, can you hear a good man groan, And not relent, or not compassion him ? Marcus, attend him in his ecstasy; That hath more scars of sorrow in his heart, Than foe-men's marks upon his batter'd shield : But yet so just, that he will not revenge:Revenge the heavens for old Andronicus ! [Exit.
* The point of a spear.
The same. A Room in the Palace.
Enter AARON, CHIRON, and Demetrius, at one
Door ; at another Door, young Lucius, and an Attendant, with a Bundle of Weapons, and Verses writ ироп
them. Chi. Demetrius, here's the son of Lucius ; He hath some message to deliver to us. Aar. Ay, some mad message from his mad grand
father. Boy. My lords, with all the humbleness I may, I greet your
honours from Andronicus ; And pray the Roman gods, confound you both.
[Aside. Dem. Gramercy,a lovely Lucius: What's the news?
Boy. That you are both decipher'd, that's the news, For villains mark'd with rape. [Așide.] 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.
z i. e. Grand merci; great thanks.
Dem. What's here ? A scroll; and written round
Chi. O, 'tis a verse in Horace; I know it well:
have it. Now, what a thing it is to be an ass! า Here's no sound jest! the old man hath
found their guilt; And sends the weapons wrapp'd about with lines,
>Aside. That wound, beyond their feeling, to the
Dem. But me more good, to see so great a lord
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.
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. Pray to the devils; the gods have given us o'er.
[Aside. Flourish. Dem. Why do the emperor's trumpets flourish thus? Chi. Belike, for joy the emperor hath a son. Dem. Soft; who comes here?
Enter a Nurse, with a Black-a-moor Child in her Arms. 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 ?
I mean, she's brought to bed.
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 ssue: 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. Out, out, you whore? is black so base a
hue? Sweet blowse, you are a beauteous blossom, sure.
Dem. Villain, what hast thou done?
Done! that which thou
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.
It shall not die.
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 despatch it. Aar. Sooner this sword shall plough thy bowels up,
[Takes the Child from the Nurse and draws. Stay, murderous villains! will
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 threat'ning 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!
3 Spit. 4 A giant, the son of Titan and Terra.