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Aar. Madam, though Venus govern your desires, Saturn is dorninator over mine : What signifies my deadly-standing eye, My silence, and my cloudy melancholy? My fleece of woolly hair that now uncurls, Even as an adder, when she doth unroll To do some fatal execution? No, madam, these are no venereal signs; Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, Blood and revenge are hammering in my head. Hark, Tamora,—the empress of my soul, Which never hopes more heaven than rests in thee, This is the day of doom for Bassianus ; His Philomel must lose her tongue to-day : Thy sons make pillage of her chastity, And wash their hands in Bassianus' blood. Seest thou this letter? take it up I pray thee, And give the king this fatal-plotted scroll :Now question me no more, we are espied; Here comes a parcel of our hopeful booty, Which dreads not yet their lives' destruction, T'am. Ah, my sweet Moor, sweeter to me than
life! Aar. No more, great empress, Bassianus comes : Be cross with him; and I'll go fetch thy sons To back thy quarrels, whatsoe'er they be. [E.rit.
Enter BASSIANUS and LAVINIA. Bas. Who have we here? Rome's royal emperess, Unfurnish'd of her well-beseeming troop? Or is it Dian, habited like her;
verbs to loll and lollop evident spring from the same root. And by meant house ; go to by is to go to house or cradle. The common compliment at parting, good by is good house, may your house prosper ; and Selby, the Archbishop of York's palace, is great house. So that lullaby implies literally sleep in house, i. e. the cradle.. Holt White.
Who hath abandoned her holy groves,
Tam. Saucy controller of our private steps !
Lav. Under your patience, gentle emperess, 'Tis thought you have a goodly gift in horning; And to be doubted, that your Moor and you Are singled forth to try experiments : Jove shield your husband from his hounds to-day! "Tis pity they should take him for a stag.
Bas. Believe me, queen, your swarth Cimmerian® Doth make your honour of his body's hue, . Spotted, detested, and abominable. Why are you sequester'd from all your train? Dismounted from your snow-white goodly steed, And wander'd hither to an obscure plot, Accompanied with a barbarous Moor, If foul desire had not conducted you ?
Lav. And, being intercepted in your sport, Great reason that my noble lord be rated For sauciness.-I pray you, let us hence, And let hier 'joy her raven-colour'd love; This valley fits the purpose passing well. Bas. The king, my brother, shall have note of
this. Lav. Ay, for these slips have made him noted.
long: Good king! to be so mightily abus'd!
Tam. Why have I patience to endure all this?
7 Should drive] i. e. fly with impetuosity at him.
8 --- swarth Cimmerian-] Swarth is black. The Moor is called Cimmerian, from the affinity of blackness to darkness.
Enter CHIRON and DEMETRIUS.
Tam. Have I not reason, think you, to look pale ?
9 urchins,] i.e. hedgehogs.
Should straight fall mad, or else die suddenly.] This is said in fabulous physiology, of those that hear the groan of the mandrake torn up.
Chi. And this for me, struck home to show my
strength. [Stabbing him likewise. Lav. Ay come, Semiramis,-nay, barbarous Ta.
mora ! For no name fits thy nature but thy own! Tam. Give me thy poniard; you shall know, my
Dem. Stay, madam, here is more belongs to her ;
Chi. An if she do, I would I were an eunuch.
Tam. But when you have the honey you desire,
Lav. 0 Tamora! thou bear'st a woman's face,
Dem. Listen, fair madam : Let it be your glory
2 And with that painted hope braves your mightiness :) Painted hope is only specious hope, or ground of confidence more plausible than solid. Johnson.
Yet every mother breeds not sons alike;
- Î TO CHIRON. Chi. What! would'st thou have me prove myself
a bastard ? Lav. 'Tis true; the raven doth not hatch a lark : Yet I have heard, (O 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 whilst their own birds famish in their nests : O, be to me, though thy hard heart say no, Nothing so kind, but something pitiful!
Tam. I know not what it means; away with her.
Lav. 0, let me teach thee: for my father's sake, That gave thee life, when well he might have slain
thee, Be not obdurate, open thy deaf ears.
Tam. Had thou in person ne'er offended me, Even for his sake am I pitiless :Remember, boys, I pour'd forth tears in vain, To save your brother from the sacrifice; But fierce Andronicus would not relent. Therefore away with her, and use her as you will; The worse to her, the better lov'd of me.
Lav. 0 Tamora, be call'd a gentle queen, And with thine own hands kill me in this place : For 'tis not life, that I have begg’d so long; Poor I was slain, when Bassianus died. Tam. What begg'st thou then ; fond woman, let
me go. Lav. 'Tis present death I beg ; andone thing more, That womanhood denies my tongue to tell : 0, keep me from their worse than killing lust, And tumble me into some loathsome pit; Where never man's eye may behold my body : Do this, and be a charitable murderer.