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Vhy, Jords,—and think you not how dangerous
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
Chi. Aaron, a thousand deaths would I propose,
To achieve her, how ?
Aaron. Ay, and as good as Saturninus may.
to court it
Aaron. Why, then, it seems, some certain snatch
Would serve your turns.
Ay, so the turn were serv'd.
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,
Chi. Thy counsel, lad, smells of no cowardice.
Demet. Sit fas aut nefas, till I find the stream
SCENE II.-A Forest.
Tit. The hunt is up, the morn is bright and grey,
then enter SATURNINUS, TAMORA, BASSIANUS,
Tit. Many good morrows to your majesty;
Sat. And you have rung it lustily, my lords ;
Bass. Lavinia, how say you ?
I say no:
I have dogs, my lord,
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
Chi. Faith, not me.
Nor me, so I were one.
SCENE III.-The Forest.
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
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.
(Stabs kin. [Stabs him likewise
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
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
The mutiny he there hastes t' oppress;
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,
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,
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