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Vhy, Jords,—and think you not how dangerous
t is to jet upon a prince's right?
Vhat, is Lavinia then become so loose,
Dr Bassianus so degenerate,
Chat for her love such quarrels may be broach'd,
Without controlment, justice, or revenge?
Toung lords, beware; and should the empress know
This discord's ground, the music would not please.

Chi. I care not, I, knew she, and all the world, love Lavinia more than all the world. Demet. Youngling, learn thou to make some

meaner choice : Lavinia is thine elder brother's hope. Aaron. Why, are ye mad? or know ye not, in

How furious and impatient they be,
And cannot brook competitors in love ?
I tell you, lords, you do but plot your deaths
By this device.

Chi. Aaron, a thousand deaths would I propose,
To achieve her whom I do love.

To achieve her, how ?
Demet. Why mak'st thou it so strange ?
She is a woman, therefore may be wood;
She is a woman, therefore may be won;
She is Lavinia, therefore must be lov'd.
What, man! more water glideth by the mill
Than wots the miller of; and easy it is
Of a cut loaf to steal a shive, we know :
Though Bassianus be the emperor's brother,
Better than he have worn Vulcan's badge.

Aaron. Ay, and as good as Saturninus may.
Demet. Then why should he despair that knows

to court it
With words, fair looks, and liberality ?
What, hast not thou full often struck a doe,
And borne her cleanly by the keeper's nose ?

Aaron. Why, then, it seems, some certain snatch

or so

Would serve your turns.

Ay, so the turn were serv'd.
Demet. Aaron, thou hast hit it.

Would you

had hit it too, Then should not we be tir'd with this ado. Why, hark ye, hark ye, and are you such fools To square for this ? would it offend


then That both should speed ?

That will not suffer you to square yourselves,
But to your wishes' height advance you both.
The emperor's court is like the house of fame,
The palace full of tongues, of eyes, of ears :
The woods are ruthless, dreadful, deaf, and dull :
There speak, and strike, brave boys, and take your

There serve your lust, shadow'd from heaven's eye,
And revel in Lavinia's treasury.

Chi. Thy counsel, lad, smells of no cowardice.

Demet. Sit fas aut nefas, till I find the stream
To cool this heat, a charm to calm these fits.
Per Styga, per manes vehor.


SCENE II.-A Forest.
Enter Titus ANDRONICUS, his three Sons, and
MARCUS, making a noise with hounds and horns.

Tit. The hunt is up, the morn is bright and grey,
The fields are fragrant, and the woods are green;
Uncouple here, and let us make a bay,
And wake the emperor and his lovely bride,
And rouse the prince, and ring a hunter's peal,
That all the court may echo with the noise.
Sons, let it be your charge, as it is ours,
To attend the emperor's person carefully:
I have been troubled in my sleep this night,
But dawning day new comfort hath inspir'd.
Here a cry of hounds, and wind horns in a peal ;

Lavinia, Chiron, DEMETRIUS, and their Attend-

Tit. Many good morrows to your majesty;
Madam, to you as many and as good.
I promised your grace a hunter's peal.

Sat. And you have rung it lustily, my lords ;
Somewhat too early for new-married ladies.

Bass. Lavinia, how say you ?

I say no:
I have been broad awake two hours and more.
Sal. Come on, then; horse and chariots let us

And to our sport: madam, now shall ye see
Our Roman hunting.

I have dogs, my lord,
Will rouse the proudest panther in the chase,
And climb the highest promontory top.

Til. And I have horse will follow where the game Makes way, and run like swallows o'er the plain. Demet. Chiron, we hunt not, we, with horse nor

But hope to pluck a dainty doe to ground. [Ereunt.

Chi. Faith, not me.

Nor me, so I were one.
Aaron. For shame, be friends, and join for that

you jar.
'Tis policy and stratagem must do
That you affect, and so must you resolve
That what you cannot as you would achieve
You must perforce accomplish as you may:
Take this of me, Lucrece was not more chaste
Than this Lavinia, Bassianus' love.
A speedier course than ling’ring languishment
Must we pursue, and I have found the path.
My lords, a solemn hunting is in hand;
There will the lovely Roman ladies troop:
The forest walks are wide and spacious,
And many unfrequented plots there are,
Fitted by kind for rape and villainy:
Single you thither then this dainty doe,
And strike her home by force, if not by words:
This way, or not at all, stand you in hope.
Come, come, our empress, with her sacred wit,
To villainy and vengeance consecrate,
Will we acquaint with all that we intend;
And she shall file our engines with advice,

SCENE III.-The Forest.

Enter AARON.
Aaron. He that had wit would think that I had

To bury so much gold under a tree,
And never after to inherit it.
Let him that thinks of me so abjectly
Know that this gold must coin a stratagem,
Which, cunningly effected, will beget
A very excellent piece of villainy:
And so repose, sweet gold, for their unrest,
That have their alms out of the empress' chest.

Tam. My lovely Aaron, wherefore look'st thou

Chi. And if she do, I would I were an ennuch.

Chi. I warrant you, madam, we will make that

When everything doth make a gleeful boast ? Why are you sequestered from all your train! The birds chant melody on every bush ;

Dismounted from your snow-white goodly steed. The snake lies rolled in the cheerful sun;

And wander'd hither to an obscure plot, The green leaves quiver with the cooling wind, Accompanied but with a barbarous Moor, And make a checker'd shadow on the ground: If foul desire had not conducted you? Under their sweet shade, Aaron, let us sit,

Lav. And, being intercepted in your sport, And, whilst the babbling echo mocks the hounds, Great reason that my noble lord be rated Replying shrilly to the well-tun'd horns,

For sauciness; I pray you, let us hence, As if a double hunt were heard at once,

And let her 'joy her raven-colour'd love; Let us sit down and mark their yelping noise : This valley fits the purpose passing well. And, after conflict such as was suppos’d.

Bass. The king, my brother, shall have notice The wand'ring prince and Dido once enjoy'd,

of this. When with a happy storm they were surpris’d, Lav. Ay, for these slips have made him noted And curtain'd with a counsel-keeping cave,

long; We may, each wreathed in the other's arms, Good king, to be so mightily abused! Our pastimes done, possess a golden slumber, Tam. Why have I patience to endure all this! While hounds, and horns, and sweet melodious birds,

Enter Chiron, and DEMETRIUS. Be unto us as is a nurse's song

Demet. How now, dear sovereign, and our gtaOf lullaby, to bring her babe asleep.

cious mother, Aaron. Madam, though Venus govern your de- Why doth your highness look so pale and wan! sires,

Tam. Have I not reason, think you, to look pale! Saturn is dominator over mine:

These two have 'tic'd me hither to this place, What signifies my deadly standing eye,

A barren detested vale, you see, it is; My silence, and my cloudy melancholy,

The trees, though summer, yet forlorn and lean, My fleece of woolly hair, that now uncurls

O'ercome with moss and baleful misseltoe. Even as an adder when she doth unroll

Here never shines the sun; here nothing breeds, To do some fatal execution ?

Unless the nightly owl, or fatal raven : No, madam, these are no venereal signs ;

And when they show'd me this abhorred pit

, Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, They told me here, at dead time of the night, Blood and revenge are hammering in my head. A thousand fiends, a thousand hissing snakes, Hark, Tamora, the empress of my soul,

Ten thousand swelling toads, as many urchins, Which never hopes more heaven than rests in thee, Would make such fearful and confused cries, This is the day of doom for Bassianus ;

As any mortal body, hearing it, His Philomel must lose her tongue to-day ;

Should straight fall mad, or else die suddenly. Thy sons make pillage of her chastity,

No sooner had they told this hellish tale, And wash their hands in Bassianus' blood.

But straight they told me they would bind me here, Seest thou this letter ? take it up, I pray thee, Unto the body of a dismal yew, And give the king this fatal-plotted scroll.

And leave me to this miserable death. Now question me no more; we are espied : And then they callid me foul adulteress, Here comes a parcel of our hopeful booty,

Lascivious Goth, and all the bitterest terms Which dreads not yet their lives' destruction. That ever ear did hear to such effect. Enter BASSIANUS, and LAVINIA.

And had you not by wondrous fortune come,

This vengeance on me had they executed: Tam. Ah, my sweet Moor, sweeter to me than Revenge it, as you love your mother's life, life!

Or be ye not henceforth callid my children. Aaron. No more, great empress, Bassianus comes. Demet. This is a witness that I am thy son. Be cross with him; and I'll go fetch thy sods To back thy quarrels, whatsoe'er they be.

Chi. And this for me struck home to show my Bass. Who have we here ? Rome's royal em

strength. press,

Lav. Ay, come, Semiramis, - nay, barbarous Unfurnish'd of our well-beseeming troop?

Tamora! Or is it Dian, habited like her,

For no name fits thy nature but thy Who hath abandoned her holy groves,

Tam. Give me thy poniard; you shall know, my To see the general hunting in this forest ?

boys, Tam. Saucy controller of our private steps, Your mother's hand shall right your mother's wrong. Had I the power that some say Dian had,

Demet. Stay, madam ; here is more belongs to Thy temples should be planted presently

her; With horns as was Acton's, and the hounds First thresh the corn, then after burn the straw: Should drive upon thy new-transformed limbs, This minion stood upon her chastity, Unmannerly intruder as thou art !

Upon her nuptial vow, her loyalty, Lav. Under your patience, gentle empress, And, with that painted hope, braves your mighti'Tis thought you have a goodly gift in horning, And to be doubted that your Moor and you And shall she carry this unto her grave ? Are singled forth to try experiments : Jove shield your husband from his hounds to-day; Drag hence her husband to some secret hole, 'Tis pity they should take him for a stag.

And make his dead trunk pillow to our lust. Bass. Believe me, queen, your swarth Cimme Tam. But when ye have the honey you rian

Let not this wasp outlive us both to sting.
Doth make your honour of his body's hue,
Spotted, detested, and abominable.


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Did e'er solicit, or my hand subscribe

Your will to mine; and you, sir, hear you, To any syllable that made love to you?

Either be ruld by me, or I will make you-Thai. Why, sir, if you had,

Man and wife.

Nay, come ; your hands, Who takes offence at that would make me glad ? And lips must seal it too;

Sim. Yea, mistress, are you so peremptory?-- And beiug join'd, I'll thus your hopes destroy ; [Aside.) I am glad on't with all my heart. And for further grief,—God give you joy !-(To her.] I'll tame you; I'll bring you in subjection. || What, are you both pleas'd ? Will you, not having my consent,


Yes, if you love me, sir. Bestow your love and your affections

Per. Even as my life, or blood that fosters it. Upon a stranger - Aside.]-who, for aught I Sim. What! are you both agreed ? know,

Both. Yes, if 't please your majesty. May be (nor can I think the contrary)

Sim. It pleaseth me so well, I'll see you wed; As great in blood as I myself.

Then, with what haste you can get you to bed. Therefore, hear you, mistress; either frame

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Enter GOWER.
Goo. Now sleep yslaked hath the rout;
No din but spores the house about,
Made louder by the o'er-fed breast
Of this most pompous marriage feast.
The cat with eyne of burning coal,
Now couches 'fore the mouse's bole :
And crickets sing at the oven's mouth,
Aye the blither for their drouth.
Hymen hath brought the bride to bed,
Where, by the loss of maidenhead,
A babe is moulded.-Be attent,
And time that is so briefly spent,
With your fine fancies quaintly eche;
What's dumb in show, I'll plain with speech.

Dumb show.
Enter PERICLES and Simonides at one door, with

Attendants; a Messenger meets them, kneels, and gices Pericles a letter : PERICLES shows it to SIMONIDES ; the Lords kneel to PERICLES. Then, enter THAISA with child, and LYCHORIDA: SIMONIDES shoes his Daughter the letter ; she rejoices: she and Pericles take leave of her Father, and all depart.

Gow. By many a dearn and painful perch
Of Pericles the careful search
By the four opposing coignes,
Which the world together joins,
Is made, with all due diligence,
That horse, and sail, and high expence,
Can stead the quest. At last from Tyre
(Fame answering the most strange inquire)
To the court of king Simonides
Are letters brought, the tenor these :-
Antiochus and his daughter dead:
The men of Tyrus on the head
Of Helicanus would set on
The crown of Tyre, but he will none :

The mutiny he there hastes t' oppress;
Says to them, if king Pericles
Come not home in twice sis moons,
He, obedient to their dooms,
Will take the crown. The sum of this,
Brought hither to Pentapolis,
Y ravished the regions round,
And every one with claps 'gan sound,
“Our heir apparent is a king!
Who dream d, who thought of such a thing ?"
Brief, he must hence depart to Tyre:
His queen, with child, makes her desire
(Which who shall cross ?) along to go;
Omit we all their dole and woe :
Lychorida, her nurse, she takes,
And so to sea. Then, vessel shakes
On Neptune's billow ; half the flood
Hath their keel cut; but fortune's mood
Varies again : the grizzly north
Disgorges such a tempest forth
That, as a duck for life that dives,
So up and down the poor ship drives.
The lady shrieks, and well a-near,
Does fall in travail with her fear:
And what ensues in this self storm
Shall for itself itself perform.
I nill relate, action may
Conveniently the rest convey,
Which might not what by me is told.
In your imagination hold
This stage the ship, upon whose deck
The seas-tost Pericles appears to speak. [Erit

Enter PERICLES, on shipboard.
Per. Thou God of this great vast, rebuke theso

surges, Which wash both heaven and hell; and Thou, that


Fear not thy sons; they shall do well enough. As half thy love? why dost not speak to me? Tit. Come, Lucius, come; stay not to talk with Alas, a crimson river of warm blood, them.

[E.reunt. Like to a bubbling fountain stirr'd with wind,

Doth rise and fall between thy rosed lips,
SCENE V.- The Forest.

Coming and going with thy honey breath.

But sure some Tereus hath defloured thee, Enter DEMETRIUS, and Chiron, with Lavinia,

And, lest thou shouldst detect him, cut thy tongue. her hands cut off, and her tongue cut out.

Ah, now thou turn'st away thy face for shame! Demet. So now go tell, an if thy tongue can And, notwithstanding all this loss of blood, speak,

As from a conduit with their issuing spouts, Who 'twas that cut thy tongue and ravish'd thee. Yet do thy cheeks look red as Titan's face, Chi. Write down thy mind, bewray thy mean Blushing to be encounter'd with a cloud. ing so,

Shall I speak for thee? shall I say, 'tis so? An if thy stumps will let thee play the scribe. Oh that I knew thy heart, and knew the beast, Demet. See, how with signs and tokens she can That I might rail at him to ease my mind! scrowl.

Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopp'd, Chi. Go home, call for sweet water, wash thy Doth burn the heart to cinders where it is. hands.

Fair Philomela, she but lost her tongue, Demet. She hath no tongue to call, nor hands to And in a tedious sampler sew'd her mind. wash;

But, lovely niece, that mean is cut from thee; And so, let's leave her to her silent walks.

A craftier Tereus hast thou met withal, Chi. An 'twere my cause, I should go hang my And he hath cut those pretty fingers off, self.

That could have better sew'd than Philomel. Demet. If thou hadst hands to help thee knit the Oh! had the monster seen those lily hands

cord. [Exeunt DEMETRIUS, and Chiron. Tremble like aspen-leaves upon a lute,
Enter MARCUS, from hunting.

And make the silken strings delight to kiss them,

He would not then have touch'd them for his life. Marc. Who is this? my niece, that flies away Or had he heard the heavenly harmony so fast?

Which that sweet tongue hath made, Cousin, a word; where is your husband ?

He would have dropp'd his knife, and fell asleep, If I do dream, would all my wealth would wake me! As Cerberus at the Thracian poet's feet. If I do wake, some planet strike me down,

Come, let us go, and make thy father blind; That I may slumber in eternal sleep!

For such a sight will blind a father's eye: Speak, gentle niece ; what stern ungentle hands One hour's storm will drown the fragrant meads ; Have lopp'd, and hew'd, and made thy body bare What will whole months of tears thy father's Of her two branches, those sweet ornaments

eyes ? Whose circling shadows kings have sought to sleep Do not draw back, for we will mourn with thee; in,

Oh, could our mourning ease thy misery! And might not gain so great a happiness

[Exeunt. 119


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