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But straight they told me, they would bind me here,
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
Tam. Hadst thou in person ne'er offended me,
Lav. 0 Tamora, be call'd a gentle Queen,
Tam. What begg'st thou then? fond woman, let
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.
S CE N E VI,
OME on, my lords, the better foot before ;
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.
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;
Mar. HY dost not comfort me, and help me out
From this unhallowd and blood-Itained
Mar. To prove thou hast a true-divining heart,
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
And shews the ragged entrails of this pit.
Mar. And I no strength to climb without tly help.
Quin. Thy hand once more; I will not loose again,
Mar. Th' unhappy fon of old Andronicus,
Sat. My brother dead? I know, thou dost but jest:
Mar. We know not where you left him all alive,
Tam. Where is my lord, the King? [grief.