Obrazy na stronie

ful wars,

My noble lord and father, live in fame! I will most thankful be: and thanks, to men
Ló! at this tomb my tributary tears

Of noble ininds, is honourable meed.
I render, for my brethren's obsequies;

Tit. People of Rome, and people's tribunes And at thy feet I kneel with tears of joy I ask your voices, and your suffrages; (bere, Shed on the earth, for thy return to Rome: Will you bestow them friendly on Andronicus ? 0, bless me here with thy victorious hand, Trib. To gratify the good Andronicus, Whose fortunes Rome's best citizens applaud. And gratulate his safe return to Rome, Tit. Kind Rome, that hast thus lovingly re- The people will accept whom he admits. serv'd

Tit. Tribunes, I thank you: and this suit I The cordial of mine age to glad my heart!—

make, Lavinia, live ; outlive thy father's days, That you create your emperor's eldest son, And fame's eternal date, for virtue's praise !*

Lord Saturnine; whose virtues will, I hope,

Reflect on Rome, as Titan's* rays on earth, Enter Marcus ANDRONICUS, SATURNINUS, And ripen justice in this common-weal: BASSIANUS, and others.

Then if you will elect by my advice,

Crown him, and say,- Long live our emperor! Mar. Long live lord Titus, my beloved

Mar. With voices and applause of every sort, brother,

Patricians, and plebeians, we create Gracious triumpher in the eyes of Rome! Lord Saturninus, Rome's great emperor; Tit. Thanks, gentle tribune, noble brother And say,–Long live our emperor Saturnine ! Marcus.

(A long Flourish. Mar. And welcome, nephews, from success

Sat. Titus Andronicus, for thy favours done You that survive, and you that sleep in fame.

To us in our election this day, Fair lords, your fortunes are alike in all,

I give thee thanks in part of thy deserts, That in your country's service drew your And, for an onset, Titus, to advance

And will with deeds requite thy gentleness: swords: But safer triumph is this funeral pomp,

Thy name, and honourable family,

Lavinia will I make my emperess, That hath aspir'd to Solon's happiness,

Rome's royal mistress, mistress of my heart, And triumphs over chance in honour's bed.

And in the sacred Pantheon her espouse : Titus Andronicus, the people of Rome,

Tell me, Andronicus, doth this motion please Whose friend in justice thou hast ever been,

thee? Send thee by me, their tribune, and their trust, This palliament of white and spotless hue;

Tit. It doth, my worthy lord; and, in this

match, And name thee in election for the empire,

I hold me highly honour'd of your grace:
With these our late-deceased emperor's sons :
Be candidatus then, and put it on,

And here, in sight of Rome, to Saturnine,-
And help to set a head on headless Rome.

King and commander of our common-weal, Tit. A better head her glorious body fits,

The wide world's emperor,--do I consecrate Than his, that shakes for age and feebleness :

My sword, my chariot, and my prisoners ;
What! should I dong this robe, and trouble Receive them then, the tribute that I owe,

Presents well worthy Rome's imperial lord :
Be chosen with proclamations to-day ;., (you? Mine honour's ensigns humbled at thy feet.
To-morrow, yield up rule, resign my life,
And set abroad new business for you all ?

Sat. Thanks, noble Titus, father of my life! Rome, I have been thy soldier forty years,

How proud I am of thee, and of thy gifts, And buried one and twenty valiant sons,

Rome shall record; and, when I do forget Knighted in field, slain manfully in arms,

The least of these unspeakable deserts, In right and service of their noble country:

Romans, forget your sealty to me.

Tit. Now, madam, are you prisoner to an Give me a staff of honour for mine age,


[To TAMORA. But not a sceptre to control the world:

To him, that for your honour and your state, Upright he held it, lords, that held it last, Mar. Titus, thou shalt obtain and ask the

Will use you nobly, and your followers.

Sat. A goodly lady, trust me; of the hue empery.

That I would choose, were I to choose anew.Sat. Proud and ambitious tribune, canst | Clear up, fair queen, that cloudy countenance; thou tell ?

Thougli chance of war hath wrought this change Tit. Patience, prince Saturnine.

of cheer, Sat. Romans, do me right;-. Patricians, draw your swords, and sheath Princely shall be thy usage every way.

Thou com’st not to be inade a scorn in Rome : them not Till Saturninus be Rome's emperor :

Rest on my word, and let not discontent Andronicus, 'would thou wert shipp'd to hell,

Daunt all your hopes; Madam, he comforts you,

[Goths.Rather than rob me of the people's hearts. Can make you greater than the queen of Luc. Proud Saturnine, interrupter of the Lavinia, you are not displeas'd with this? good

Lav. Not I, my lord ; sitht true nobility That noble-minded Titus means to thee!

Warrants these words in princely courtesy. Tit. Content thee, prince; I will restore to thee

Sat. Thanks, sweet Lavinia.--Romans, let The people's hearts, and wean them from Ransomless here we set our prisoners free:

us go: themselves.

Proclaim our honours, lords, with trump and Bas. Andronicus, I do not flatter thee,

drum. But honour thee, and will do till I die; My faction if thou strengthen with thy friends,

Bas. Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is mine.

(Seizing LAVINIA. He wishes that her life may be longer than his, and

Tit. How, Sir? Are you in earnest theri, my her praise longer than fame.

lord ? + 'The maxim alluded to is, that no' man can be pro

Bas. Ay, noble Titus; and resolv'd withal, nounced happy before his death. 1 A robe. 1 1. e. Do on, put it on.

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than so,

To do myself this reason and this right.

Tam. And here, in sight of heaven, to Rome (The Emperor courts Tamora in dumb

I swear, show.

If Saturnine advance the queen of Goths, Mar. Suum cuique is our Roman justice: She will a handmaid be to his desires, This prince in justice seizeth but his own. A loving nurse, a mother to his youth. Luc. And that he will, and shall, if Lucius Sat. Ascend, fair queen, Pantheon :-Lords, live.

accompany Tit. Traitors, avaunt! Where is the emper. Your noble emperor, and his lovely bride, or's guard?

Sent by the heavens for prince Saturnine, Treason, my lord ; Lavinia is surpris'd. Whose wisdom hath her fortune conquered: Sat, Surpris'd! by whom?

There shall we cónsummate our spousal rites. Bus. By him that justly may

[Exeunt SATURNINUS, and his FollowBear his betroth'd from all the world away.

ers; TAMORA, und her Sons; AARON, [Exeunt Marcus und Bassianus, with

and Goths. LAVINIA.

Tit. I am not bid* to wait upon this bride;Mut. Brothers, help to convey her hence Titus, when wert thou wont to talk alone, away,

Dishonour'd thus, and challenged of wrongs? And with my sword I'll keep this door safe. (Exeunt Lucius, QUINTUS, and MAR

Re-enter MARCUS, Lucius, QUINTUS, and

MARTIUS. Tit. Follow my lord, and I'll soon bring her Mar. 0, Titus, see, 0, see, what thou hast back.

In a bad quarrel slain a virtuous son. [done! Mut. My lord, you pass not here.

Tit. No, foolish tribune, no; no son of Tit. What, villain boy!

mine, Barrist me my way in Rome ?

Nor thou, nor these, confederates in the deed [Titus kills MUTIUS. That hath dishonour'd all our family; Mut. Help, Lucius, help.

Unworthy brother, and unworthy sons !

Luc. But let us give him burial as becomes; Re-enter Lucius.

Give Mutius burial with our brethren. Luc. My lord, you are unjust: and, more Tit. Traitors, away! be rests not in this

tomb. In wrongful quarrel you have slain your son. This monument five hundred years hath stood,

Tit. Nor thou, nor he, are any sons of mine: Which I have sumptuously re-edified:
My sons would never so dishonour me: Here none but soldiers, and Rome's servitors,
Traitor, restore Lavinia to the emperor. Repose in fame; none basely slain in brawls:-
Luc. Dead, if you will: but not to be his Bury him where yon can, he comes not here.

Mur. My lord, this is impiety in you:
That is another's lawful promis'd love. (Erit. My nephew Mutius' deeds do plead for him ;
Sat. No, Titus, no; the emperor needs her He must be buried with his brethren.

Quin. Mart. And shall, or him we will acNot her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock:

company: I'll trust, by leisure, him that mocks me once; Tit. And shall? What villain was it spoke Thee never, nor thy traitorous baughty sons,

that word? Confederates all thus to dishonour ine. [of, Quin. He that would vouch't in any place Was there none else in Rome to make a stale*

but here. But Saturnine? Full well, Andronicus,

Tit. What, would you bury him in my deAgree these deeds with that proud brag of spite ? thine,

Mar. No, noble Titus; but entreat of thee That said'st, I begg’d the empire at thy hands. To pardon Mutius, and to bury him. Tit. O monstrous ! what reproachful words Tit. Marcus, even thou hast struck upon my are these?

crest, Sat. But go thy ways; go, give that changing And, with these boys, mine honour thou hast piece

wounded: To him that flourish'd for her with his sword : My foes I do repute you every one ; A valiant son-in-law thou shalt enjoy; So trouble me no more, but get you gone. One fit to bandy with thy lawless sons,

Mart. He is not with himself'; let us withTo rufflet in the commonwealth of Rome.

draw. Tit. These words are razors to my wounded Quin. Not I, till Mutius' bones be buried. heart.

[Marcus and the Sons of Titus kneel. Sat. And therefore, lovely Tamora, queen Mar. Brother, for in that name doth nature of Goths,


plead. That like the stately Phoebe 'mongst her Quin. Father, and in that name doth nature Dost overshine the gallant'st dames of Rome,

speak. If thou be pleas’d with this my sudden choice, Tit. Speak thou no more, if all the rest will Behold, I choose thee, Tamora, for my bride, speed. And will create thee emperess of Rome.

Mar. Renowned Titus, more than half my Speak, queen of Goths, dost thou applaud my


Luc. Dear father, soul and substance of us And here I swear by all the Roman gods,

all, Sith priest and holy water are so near,

Mar. Suffer thy brother Marcus to inter And tapers burn so bright, and every thing His poble nephew here in virtue's nest, lo readiness for Hymereus stand.

That died in bonour and Livinia's cause. I will not re-salute the streets of Rome, Thou art a Roman, be not barbarous. Or climb my palace, till from forth this place The Greeks upon advice, did bury Ajax I lead espous'd my bride along with me. That slew himself; and wise Laertes' son

A stalking horse.

+ A ruffler was a bully.

* Invited.


Did graciously plead for his funerals. Then, at my suit, look graciously on him;
Let not young Mutius then, that was thy joy, Lose not so poble a friend on vain suppose,
Be barr'd his
entrance here.

Nor with sour looks afflict his gentle heart.Tit. Rise, Marcus, rise:

My lord, be ruld by me, be won at last, (At. The dismall'st day is this, that e'er I saw,- Dissemble all your griefs and discontents: To be dishonour'd by my sons in Rome! You are but newly planted in your throne; Well, bury him, and bury me the next. Lest then the people, and patricians too,

[Mutius is put into the Tomb. Upon a just survey, take Titas' part, Luc. There lie thy bones, sweet Mutius, with And so supplant us for ingratitude, thy friends,

(Which Rome reputes to be a heinous sin,) Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomb!-- Yield at entreats, and then let me alone:

AU. No man shed tears for noble Mutius; I'll find a day to massacre them all, He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause. And raze their faction, and their family, Mar. My lord,-to step out of these dreary The cruel father, and his traitorous sons, dumps,

To whom I sued for my dear son's life; How comes it, that the subtle queen of Goths And make them know, what 'us to let a queet Is of a sudden thus advanc'd in Rome? Kneel in the streets, and beg for grace in Tit. I know not, Marcus; but, I know, it is;

vain.Whether by device, or no, the heavens can tell! Come, come, sweet emperor,-come, AndroniIs she not then beholden to the man

cus, That brought her for this high good turn so far? Take up this good old man, and cheer the heart Yes, and will nobly him remunerate.

That dies in tempest of thy angry frown. Flourish. Re-enter, at one side, SATURNINUS,

Sat. Rise, Titus, rise; my empress hath

prevaild. attended; TAMORA, CHIRON, DEMETRIUS, and AARON: At the other, BASSIANUS, Lavi- These words, these looks, infuse new life is

Tit. I thank your majesty, and her, my lord: NIA, and others. Sut. So Bassianus, you have play'd your A Roman now adopted happily,

Tam. Titus, I am incorporate in Rome, prize; God give you joy, Sir, of your gallant bride.

And must advise the emperor for his good. Bus. And you of yours, my lord: I say no And let it be mine honour, good my lord,

This day all quarrels die, Andronicus --more, Nor wish no less; and so I take my leave.

That I have reconcil'd your friends and you.Sat. Traitor, if Rome have law, or we have For you, prince Bassianus, I have passà

My word and promise to the emperor, power, Thou and thy faction shall repent this rape.

That you will be more mild and tractableBas. Rape, call you it, my lord, to seize my By my advice, all humbled on your knees,

And fear not, lords,-and you, Lavinia ;My true-betrothed love, and now my wife ?

You shall ask' pardon of his majesty. But let the laws of Rome determine all;

Luc. We do; and vow to heaven, and to his Mean while I am possess'd of that is mine.

highness, Sat. 'Tis good, Sir: You are very short with That, what we did, was mildly, as we might,

Tend'ring our sister's honour, and our Osb. But, if we live, we'll be as sharp with you.

Mar. That on mine honour here I do pro

test. Bas. My lord, what I have done, as best I may,

Sat. Away, and talk not; trouble us Answer I must, and shall do with my life. Only thus much I give your grace to know,

Tam. Nay, nay, sweet emperor, we must all By all the duties that I owe to Rome,

be friends : This noble gentleman, lord Titus here,

The tribune and his nephews kneel for grace; Is in opinion, and in honour, wrong'd;

I will not be denied. Sweet heart, look back. That, in the rescue of Lavinia,

Sat. Marcus, for thy sake, and thy brother's With his own hand did slay his youngest son, i do remit these young men's heinous faults.

And at my lovely Tamora's entreats, (here, In zeal to you, and highly mov'd to wrath To be control'd in that he frankly gave: Receive him then to favour, Saturnine;.

Lavinia, though you left me like a churl, That hath express’d himself, in all his deeds,

I found a friend, and sure as death I swore, A father, and a friend, to thee, and Rome.

I would not part a bachelor from the priest. Tit. Prince Bassianus, leave to plead my

Come, if the emperor's court can feast two deeds;

brides, 'Tis thou, and those, that have dishonour'd me: You are my guest, Lavinia, and your friends: Rome and the righteous heavens be my judge,This day shall be a love-day, Tamora. How I have lovd and honour'd Saturnine!

Tit. To-morrow, an it please your majesty, Tam. My worthy lord, if ever Tamora

To hunt the panther and the hart with me, Were gracious in those princely eyes of thine, With horn and hound, we'll give your grace Then hear me speak indifferently for all;

bonjour, And at my suit, sweet, pardon what is past.

Sat. Be it so, Titus, and gramercy too.
Sat. What! madam! be dishonour'd openly,
And basely put it up without revenge?
Tam. Not so, my lord; The gods of Rome

I should be author to dishonour you!

SCENE 1.-The same. Before the Peace. But, on mine honour, dare I undertake

Enter AARON. For good lord Titus' innocence in all,

Aar. Now climbeth Tamora Olympus' top, Whose fury, not dissembled, speaks his griefs: Safe vut of fortune's shot: and sits aloft,

Secure of thunder's crack, or lightning's fash;




Stand up.



* Forbid.

Advanc'd above pale envy's threatning reach. It is to jut upon a prince's right?
As when the golden sun salutes the morn, What, is Lavinia then become so loose,
And, having gilt the ocean with his beams, Or Bassianas so degenerate, [broach'd,
Gallops the zodiac in his glistering evach, That for her love such quarrels may be
And overlooks the highest-peering hills; Without controlment, justice, or revenge?
So Tamora.-

Young lords, beware!--an should the empress Upon her wit doth earthly honour wait,


(please. And virtue stoops and trembles at her frown, This discord's ground, the music would not Then, Aaron, arm thy heart, and fit thy Chi. I care not, 1, knew she and all the thoughts,

world; To mount aloft with thy imperial mistress, I love Lavinia more than all the world. And mount her pitch; whom thou in triumph Dem. Youngling, learn thou to make some long

meaner choice: Hast prisoner held, fetter'd in amorous chains; Lavinia is thine elder brother's hope. And faster bound to Aaron's charming eyes, Aur. Why, are ye mad? or know ye not, in Than is Prometheus tied to Caucasus. How furious and impatient they be, (Rome Away with slavish weeds, and idle thoughts! And cannot brook competitors in love? I will be bright, and shine in pearl and gold, I tell you, lords, you do but plot your deaths To wait upon this new-made emperess. By this device. To wait, said I? to wanton with this queen, Chi. Aaron, a thousand deaths This goddess, this Semiramis ;-this queen, Would I propose, to achieve her whom I love. This syren, that will charm Rome's Saturnine, Aar. To achieve her!-How ? And see his shipwreck, and his commonweal's. Dem. Why makest thou it so strange? Holla! what storm is this?

She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd; Enter CHIRON and DEMETRIUS, breving.

She is a woman, therefore may be won;

She is Lavinia, therefore must be lov'd. Dem. Chiron, thy years want wit, thy wit What, man! more water glideth by the mill wants edge,

Than wots the miller of; and easy it is And manners, to intrude where I am grac'd; Of a cut loaf to steal a shive,* we know: And may, for aught thou know'st, affected bé. Though Bassianus be the emperor's brother,

Chi. Demetrius, thou dost overween in all; Better than he have yet worn Vulcan's badge. And so in this to bear me down with braves. Aar. Ay, and as good as Saturninus may. "Tis not the difference of a year, or two,

[Aside, Makes me less gracious, thee more fortunate: Dem. Then why should he despair, that , I am as able, and as fit, as thou,

knows to court it To serve, and to deserve my mistress' grace ;* With words, fair looks, and liberality? And that my sword upon thee shall approve, What, hast thou not full often struck a doe, And plead iny passions for Lavinia's love. And borne her cleanly by the keeper's nose? Aar. Clubs, clubs !+ these lovers will not Aar. Why then, it seems, some certain keep the peace.

snatch, or so Dem. Why, boy, although our mother, un. Would serve your turns. advis'd,

Chi. Ay, so the turn were serv'a. Gave you a dancing-rapiert by your side, Dem. Aaron, thou hast hit it. Are you so desperate grown, to threat your Aar. 'Would you had hit it too; friends?

[sheath, Then should not we be tir'd with this ado. Go to; bave your lath glued within your Why, hark ye, hark ye,-And are you such Till you know better how to handle it.

fools, Chi. Mean while, Sir, with the little skill 1 To squaret for this? Would it offend you then have,

That both should speed ? Full well shalt thou perceive how much I dare. Chi. I'faith, not me. Dem. Ay, boy, grow ye so brave?

Dem. Nor me,

[They draw. So I were one. Aar. Why, how now, lords?

Aar. For shame, be friends; and join for So near the emperor's palace dare you draw,

that you jar. And maintain such a quarrel openly?

'Tis policy and stratagem must do Full well I wote the ground of all this grudge; That you affect; and so must you resolve; I would not for a million of gold, (cerns : That what you cannot, as you would, achieve, The cause were known to them it most con. You must perforce accomplish as you may. Nor would your noble mother, for much more, Take this of me, Lucrece was not more chaste Be so dishonour'd in the court of Rome. Than this Lavinia, Bassianus' love. For shame, put up:

A speedier course than lingering languishment Dem. Not l; till I have sheath'd

Must we pursue, and I have found the path. My rapier in his bosom, and, withal,

My lords, a solemn hunting is in hand; Thrust these reproachfal speeches down his There will the lovely Roman ladies troop: throat,

The forest walks are wide and spacious; That he hath breath'd in my dishonour here. And many anfrequented plots there are, Chi. For that I am prepar'd and full re- Fitted by kindt for rape and villany: solv'd,

(tongue, Single you thither then this dainty doe, Foul-spoken coward! that thunder'st with thy And strike her home by force, if not by words: And with thy weapon nothing dar'st perform. This way, or not at all, stand you in hope. Aar. Away, I say..

Come, come, our empress, with her sacred Now by the gods, that warlike Goths adore, To villany and vengeance consecrate, [wit, This petty brabble will undo us all.. Will we acquaint with all that we intend; Why, lords,—and think you not how dangerous And she shall file our engines with advice,

That will not suffer you to square yourselves, * Favour. + This was the usual outcry for assistance, when any riot in the street happened.

* Slice. + Quarrel. 1 By nature, # A sword worn in dancing.

{ Know.

Sacred here significs accursed ; a Latinism,

But to your wishes' height advance you both. When every thing doth make a gleeful boast?
The emperor's court is like the house of fame, The birds chant melody on every bush;
The palace full of tongues, of eyes, of ears: The snake lies rolled in the cheerful sun;
The woods are ruthless, dreadful, deaf, and The green leaves quiver with the cooling wind,

And make a chequer'd shadow on the ground: There speak, and strike, brave boys, and take Under their sweet shade, Aarov, let us sit, your turns:

[eye, Avd—whilst the babbling echo mocks the There serve your lust, shadow'd from heaven's hounds, And revel in Lavinia's treasury.

Replying shrilly to the well-tup'd horns, Chi. Thy counsel, lad, smells of no cowar- As if a double hunt were heard at once,dice.

Let us sit down, and mark their yelling voise: Dem. Sit fas aut nefas, till I find the stream And--after conflict, such as was suppos'd To cool this heat, a charm to calm these fits, The wandering prince of Dido once enjoy’d, Per Styga, per manes vehor.

[Exeunt. When with a happy storm they were surpris'd,

And curtain'd with a counsel-keeping cave,SCENE II.--A Forest near Rome.-A Lodge We may, each wreathed in the other's arms,

seen at a distance. Horns, and cry of Hounds Our pastimes done, possess a golden slumber; heard.

Whiles hounds, and horns, and sweet meloEnter Titus ANDRONICUS, with Hunters, &c.

dious birds, MARCUS, LUCIUS, Quintus, and MARTIUS. Be unto us, as is a nurse's song, Tit. The hunt is up, the morn is bright and Of lullaby, to bring her babe asleep.

Aar. Madam, though Venus govern your grey,

(green: The fields are fragrant, and the woods are Saturn is dominator over mine:

desires, Upcouple here, and let us make a bay, And wake the emperor and his lovely bride,

What signifies my deadly-standing eye, And rouse the prince; and ring a hunter's peal, My fleece of woolly hair that now uncurls,

My silence, and my cloudyAnelancholy?
That all the court may echo with the noise.
Sons, let it be your charge, as it is ours,

Even as an adder, when she doth unroll
To tend the emperor's person carefully:

To do some fatal execution ? I have been troubled in my sleep this night,

No, madam, these are no venereal signs; But dawning day new comfort hath inspir'd.

Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand,

Blood and revenge are hammering in my head. Horns wind a Peal. Enter SATURNINUS, TAMO- Hark, Tamora,-the empress of my soul,

RA, BASSIANUS, LAVINIA, CHIRON, DBME- Which never hopes more heaven than rests in TRIUS, and Attendants.

thee,Tit. Many good morrows to your majesty ;- His Philomel* must lose her tongue to-day:

This is the day of doom for Bassianus; Madam, to you as many and as good!

Thy sons make pillage of her chastity, I promised your grace a hunter's peal.

And wash their hands in Bassianus' blood. Sat. And you have rung it lustily, my lords, Seest thou this letter? Take it up I pray thee, Somewhat too early for new-married ladies.

And give the king this fatal-ploited scroll: Bas. Lavinia, how say you? Lav. I say, no;

Now question me no more, we are espied; I have been broad awake two hours and more. Which dreads not yet their lives' destruction.

Here comes a parcelt of our hopeful booty, Sat. Come on then, horse and chariots let us

Tam. Ah, my sweet Moor, sweeter to me have,

than life! And to our sport:-Madam, now shall ye see Our Roman hunting.


Aar. No more, great empress, Bassianus Mar. I have dogs, my lord, Will rouse the proudest panther in the chase, To back thy quarrels, whatsoe'er they be.

Be cross with him; and I'll go fetch thy sons And climb the highest promontory top:

[Erit. Tit. And I have horse will follow where the game

(plain. Enter BASSIANUS and LAVINIA. Makes way, and run like swallows o'er the Dem. Chiron, we hunt not, we, with horse

Bus. Who have we here? Rome's royal em

peress, nor hound, But hope to pluck a dainty doe to ground.

Unfurnish'd of her well-beseeming troop?

Or is it Dian, habited like her ; (Exeunt.

Who bath abandoned her holy groves, SCENE III.-A desert Part of the Forest.

To see the general hunting in this forest?

Tam. Saucy controller of our private steps! Enter AARON, with a Bag of Gold. Had I the power, that, some say, Dian had, Aar. He, that had wit, would think that I Thy temples should be planted presently

With horns, as was Actæon's; and the hounds To bury so much gold under a tree,

Should drive upon thy new transformed limbs, And never after to inherit* it.

Unmannerly intruder as thou art! Let him, that thinks of me so abjectly,

Lav. Under your patience, gentle emperess, Know, that this gold must coin a stratagem;

'Tis thought you have a goodly gift in horning; Which, cunningly effected, will beget

And to be doubted, that your Moor and you A very excellent piece of villany;

Are singled forth to try experiments: [day! And so repose, sweet gold, for their unrest,+ Jove shield your husband from his hounds to

[Hides the Gold. 'Tis pity, they should take him for a stag. That have their alms out of the empress' chest. Bas. Believe me, queen, your swarth CimEnter TAMORA.


Doth make your honour of his body's hue, Tam. My lovely Aaron, wherefore look’st Spotted, detested, and abominable.

thou sad,
* Possess.
+ Disquiet. * See Ovid's Metamorphoses, Book VI.

+ Part.


had none,

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