My lords, you know, as know the mightful gods, Buzz in the people's ears, there nought hath pass'd And now he writes to heaven for his redress: Shall be no shelter to these outrages: Lord of my life, commander of my thoughts, 20 30 Whose loss hath pierced him deep and scarr'd his heart; And rather comfort his distressed plight Than prosecute the meanest or the best For these contempts. [Aside] Why, thus it shall become High-witted Tamora to gloze with all: Enter Clown. 40 How now, good fellow! wouldst thou speak with us? Clo. Yea, forsooth, an your mistership be emperial. Tam. Empress I am, but yonder sits the emperor. Clo. 'Tis he. God and Saint Stephen give you godden: I have brought you a letter and a couple of pigeons here. [Saturninus reads the letter. Sat. Go, take him away, and hang him presently. Clo. How much money must I have? Tam. Come, sirrah, you must be hanged. Clo. Hanged! by 'r lady, then I have brought up a neck to a fair end. Sat. Despiteful and intolerable wrongs! Shall I endure this monstrous villany? [Exit, guarded. I know from whence this same device proceeds; Enter Emilius. What news with thee, Æmilius? Emil. Arm, my lords; Rome never had more cause. 50 60 The Goths have gather'd head, and with a power Who threats, in course of this revenge, to do Sat. Is warlike Lucius general of the Goths? These tidings nip me, and I hang the head 70 As flowers with frost or grass beat down with storms: 'Tis he the common people love so much ; When I have walked like a private man, That Lucius' banishment was wrongfully, And they have wish'd that Lucius were their emperor. Tam. Why should you fear? is not your city strong? Sat. Ay, but the citizens favour Lucius, And will revolt from me to succour him. Tam. King, be thy thoughts imperious, like thy name With words more sweet, and yet more dangerous, The other rotted with delicious feed. Sat But he will not entreat his son for us. 80 91 Tam. If Tamora entreat him, then he will: Yet should both ear and heart obey my tongue. Sat. Æmilius, do this message honourably: And if he stand on hostage for his safety, And temper him with all the art I have, ΙΟΙ [Exit. To pluck proud Lucius from the warlike Goths. IIO Sat Then go successantly, and plead to him. Flourish. ACT FIFTH. Scene I. Plains near Rome. [Exeunt. Enter Lucius and Goths, with drum and colours. Luc. Approved warriors, and my faithful friends, I have received letters from great Rome, Which signify what hate they bear their emperor, And how desirous of our sight they are. Therefore, great lords, be, as your titles witness, Imperious, and impatient of your wrongs; And wherein Rome hath done you any scath, Let him make treble satisfaction. II First Goth. Brave slip, sprung from the great Andronicus, All the Goths. And as he saith, so say we all with him. But who comes here, led by a lusty Goth? Enter a Goth, leading Aaron with his Child in his arms. Sec. Goth. Renowned Lucius, from our troops I stray'd 20 To gaze upon a ruinous monastery; And, as I earnestly did fix mine eye Upon the wasted building, suddenly I heard a child cry underneath a wall. I made unto the noise; when soon I heard The crying babe controll'd with this discourse: 'Peace, tawny slave, halt me and half thy dam! Did not thy hue bewray whose brat thou art, Had nature lent thee but thy mother's look, Villain, thou mightst have been an emperor : But where the bull and cow are both milk-white, They never do beget a coal-black calf. 30 Peace, villain, peace!'-even thus he rates the babe- Who, when he knows thou art the empress' babe, |