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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 call'd me foul adulteress,
Lascivious Goth, and all the bittereft 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 from henceforth call'd


children. Dem. This is a witness that I am thy son.

Stabs Baslianus. Chi. And this for me, ftruck home to fhew my strength.

[Stabbing him likewise. Lav. I 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, [tiness; * And with that painted Cope she braves your mighAnd 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 luft.

Tam. But when you have the honey you desire, Let not this wasp out-live, us both to fting.

Chi. I warrant, Madam, we will make that fure; Come, mistress, now perforce we will enjoy . That nice-preserved honesty of yours.

Lav. O Tamora, thou bear'st a woman's faceTam. I will not hear her speak; away with her. * And with that painted Hope, &c,] Lavinia stands upon her Chastity, and Nuptial Vows; and upon the Merit of these braves the Queen.--We should read, And with this painted Cope. i. 6. with this gay Covering



Lav. Sweet Lords, intreat her hear me but

word Dem. Liften, fair Madam ; let it be your glory To see her tears ; but be your heart to them, As unrelenting flints to drops of rain. Lav. When did the tyger's young ones teach the

dam? 0, do not teach her wrath; she taught it thee; The milk, thou suck'dit from her did turn to marble; Even at thy teat thou hadît thy tyranny. Yet every mother breeds not fons alike; Do Thou intreat her, shew a woman pity. (To Chiron. Chi. What! would'It thou have me prove myself

a bastard ? Lav. 'Tis true, the raven doth not hatch the lark : Yet have I heard, (Oh, 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 whilft their own birds famish in their nests : Oh, be to me, tho' thy hard heart say, no, Nothing so kind, but something pitiful.

Tam. I know not what it means : away with her.

Lav. Oh, let me teach thee: for my father's sake, (That gave thee life, when well he might have sain

Be not obdurate, open thy deaf ears.

Tam. Hadst thou in person ne'er offended me,
Even for his fake am I now 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. 0 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 dy'd.


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 luft, 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 haft ftaid us here too long. Lav. No grace ? no woman-hood ? ah beastly crea

ture! The blot and enemy of our general name! Confusion fallChi. Nay, then I'll stop your mouth-bring thou her husband :

Dragging off Lavinia. This is the hole, where Aaron bid us hide him.

(Exeunt. Tam. Farewel, my sons ; see, that you make her

fure. Ne'er let my heart know merry cheer indeed, 'Till all th’ Andronici be made away, Now will I hence to seek my lovely Moor, And let my spleenful fons this Trull deflour. (Exit.

Enter Aaron, with Quintus and Marcus.

OME on, my lords, the better foot before ;
Strait will I bring you to the loathsome

Where I espied the Panther fast asleep.

Quin. My fight is very dull, whate'er it bodes. Mar. And mine, I promise you; were't not for

shame, Well could I leave our sport to sleep a while.

[Marcus falls into the pit.



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Quin. What, art thou fall’n? what fubtle hole is

this, Whole mouth is cover'd with rude-growing briars, Upon whose leaves are drops of new-lhed blood, As fresh as morning-dew diftillid on flowers ? A

very fatal place it seems to me: Speak, brother, haft thou hurt thee with the fall?

Mar. O brother, with the dismallest object That ever eye, with fight, made heart lament.

Aar. Now will I fetch the King to find them here;
That he thereby may have a likely guess,
How these were they, that made away

his Brother.
[Exit Aaron.

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Mar. HY dost not comfort me, and help me out

From this unhallowd and blood-Itained

Quin. I am surprized with an uncouth fear;
A chilling sweat o'er-runs my trembling joints ;
My heart suspects, more than mine eye can see.

Mar. To prove thou hast a true-divining heart,
Aaron and thou, look down into the den,
And see a fearful sight of blood and death.

Quin. Aaron is gone; and my compassionate heart Will not permit my 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.

Mar. Lord Bassianus lies embrewed here, All on a heap, Tike to a slaughter'd lamb, In this detested, dark, blood-drinking pit.

Quin. If it be dark, how dost thou know 'tis he?

Alar. Upon his bloody finger he doth wear
A precious ring, that lightens all the hole:
Which, like a taper in some inonument,
Doth shine upon the dead man's earthy cheeks ;


And shews the ragged entrails of this 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

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.

Mar. And I no strength to climb without tly help.

Quin. Thy hand once more; I will not loose again,
'Till thou art here alost, or I below.
Thou canst not come to me, I come to thee. [Falls in.

Enter the Emperor, and Aaron.
LONG, with me-l'll see what hole is here,
And what he is, that now is leap'd i

Say who art thou, that lately didst descend
Into this gaping hollow of the earth?

Mar. Th' unhappy fon of old Andronicus,
Brought hither in a most unlucky hour,
To find thy brother Basianus dead.

Sat. My brother dead? I know, thou dost but jest:
He and his lady both are at the Lodge,
Upon the north-lide of this pleasant chase;
'Tis not an hour since I left him there.

Mar. We know not where you left him all alive,
But out, alas! here have we found himn dead.
Enter Tamora with Attendants; Andronicus, and Lucius.

Tam. Where is my lord, the King? [grief.
Sat. Here, Tamora ; though griev'd with killing




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