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In that it scorns to bear another hue :
Dem. Wilt thou betray thy noble mistress thus?
shall smoke for it in Rome. Dem. By this our mother is for ever sham'd. : Chi. Rome will despise her for this foul escape. Nur. The emperor, in his rage, will doom her
Aar. Why, there's the privilege your beauty bears:
your brother, lords; sensibly fed Of that self-blood that first gave life to you ; And, from that womb, where you imprison'd were, He is enfranchised and come to light: Nay, he's your brother by the surer side, Although my seal be stamped in his face.
Nur. Aaron, what shall I say unto the empress ?
Dem. Advise thee, Aaron, what is to be done, And we will all subscribe to thy advice; Save thou the child, so we may all be safe.
for this foul escape.] This foul illegitimate child.
Aar. Then sit we down, and let us all consult. My son and I will have the wind of
you: Keep there : Now talk at pleasure of your safety.
[They sit on the Ground, Dem. How many women saw this child of his ? Aar. Why, so, brave lords; When we all join in
Nur. Cornelia the midwife, and myself,
Aar. The emperess, the midwife, and yourself: Two may keep counsel, when the third's away: Go to the empress; tell her, this I said :
[Stabbing her. Weke, weke !--so cries a pig, prepar’d to the spit. 'Dem. What mean'st thou, Aaron? Wherefore
didst thou this?
3 Go pack with him,] Pack here seems to have the meaning of make a bargain. Or it may mean, as in the phrase of modern gamesters, to act collusively, or to contrive insidiously.
, lords; ye see,' that I have given her
physick, [Pointing to the Nurse. And you must needs bestow her funeral; The fields are near, and you are gallant grooms : This done, see that you take no longer days, But send the midwife presently to me. The midwife, and the nurse, well made away, Then let the ladies tattle what they please.
Chi. Aaron, I see, thou wilt not trust the air With secrets.
Dem. For this care of Tamora, Herself, and hers, are highly bound to thee.
[Exeunt Dem. and Chi. bearing off the Nurse. Aar. Now to the Goths, as swift as swallow flies; There to dispose this treasure in mine arms, And secretly to greet the empress’ friends.Come on, you thick-lipp'd slave, I'll bear you
hence; For it is you that puts us to our shifts : I'll make you feed on berries, and on roots, And feed on curds and whey, and suck the goat, And cabin in a cave; and bring you up To be a warrior, and command a camp. [Exit.
A publick Place.
ends of them; with him Marcus, young Lucius, and other Gentlemen, with Bows. Tit. Come, Marcus, come;-Kinsmen, this is
the way :
Sir boy, now let me see your archery;
Mar. 0, Publius, is not this a heavy case,
Pub. T'herefore, my lord, it highly us concerns, By day and night to attend him carefully ; And feed his humour kindly as we may, Till time beget some careful remedy.
Mar. Kinsmen, his sorrows are past remedy. Join with the Goths ; and with revengeful war Take wreak on Rome for this ingratitude, And vengeance on the traitor Saturnine. Tit. Publius, how now? how now, my masters ?
What, Have you met with her? Pub. No, my good lord ; but Pluto sends you
you will have revenge from hell, you shall : Marry, for Justice, she is so employd,
He thinks, with Jove in heaven, or somewhere else, So that perforce you must needs stay a time.
Tit. He doth me wrong, to feed me with delays. I'll dive into the burning lake below, And pull her out of Acheron by the heels. Marcus, we are but shrubs, no cedars we; No big-bon'd men, fram'd of the Cyclops' size: But metal, Marcus, steel to the very back ; Yet wrung with wrongs, more than our backs can
bear: And, sith there is no justice in earth nor hell, We will solicit heaven; and move the gods, To send down justice for to wreak' our wrongs : Come, to this gear. You are a good archer, Marcus.
[He gives them the Arrows. Ad Jovem, that's for you:- Here, ad Apollinem :Ad Martem, that's for myself :Here, boy, to Pallas :-Here, to Mercury : To Saturn, Caius, not to Saturnine,You were as good to shoot against the wind. To it, boy. Marcus, loose when I bid: O' my word, I have written to effect; There's not a god left unsolicited. Mar. Kinsmen, shoot all your shafts into the
court: We will afflict the emperor in his pride. Tit. Now, masters, draw. [They shoot.] 0, well
said, Lucius! Good boy, in Virgo's lap; give it Pallas.
Mar. My lord, I aim a mile beyond the moon; Your letter is with Jupiter by this.
Tit. Ha! Publius, Publius, what hast thou done! See, see, thou hast shot off one of Taurus' horns.
4 Yet wrung with wrongs,] To wring a horse is to press or strain his back.
to wreak] i. e. revenge.