Aar. Ay, and as good as Saturninus may.

[Aside.

Dem. Then why should he despair, that knows

to court it

With words, fair looks, and liberality?
What, hast thou not full often struck a doe,
And borne her cleanly by the keeper's nose?
Aar. Why then, it seems, some certain snatch,

or so

Would serve your turns.

Chi.

Ay, so the turn were serv'd.

'Would you had hit it too;

Dem. Aaron, thou hast hit it. Aar. 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 you then That both should speed?

Chi.

Dem.

8

So I were one.

I'faith, not me.

Nor me,

Aar. 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 lingering 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:
9 By nature.

8 Quarrel.

VOL. IX.

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,
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, shadow'd from heaven's
eye,

And revel with Lavinia.

Chi. Thy counsel, lad, smells of no cowardice. Dem. Sit fas aut nefas, till I find a charm To calm these fits, per Styga, per manes vehor. [Exeunt.

SCENE II.

A Forest near Rome. A Lodge seen at a distance. Horns, and cry of Hounds heard.

Enter TITUS ANDRONICUS, with Hunters, &c. MARCUS, LUCIUS, QUINTUS, and MARTIUS.

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 tend the emperor's person carefully:

1 Sacred here signifies accursed; a Latinisın.

I have been troubled in my sleep this night,
But dawning day new comfort hath inspir'd.

Horns wind a Peal. Enter SATURNINUS, Tamora, BASSIANUS, LAVINIA, CHIRON, DEMETRIUS, and Attendants.

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.
Bas. Lavinia, how say you?

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

have,

And to our sport:
Our Roman hunting.
Marc.

Madam, now shall ye see

[TO TAMORA.

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

Tit. And I have horse will follow where the

game

Makes way, and run like swallows o'er the plain. Dem. Chiron, we hunt not, we, with horse nor hound,

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

SCENE III.

A desert Part of the Forest.

Enter AARON, with a Bag of Gold.

Aar. He, that had wit, would think that I had

none,

To bury so much gold under a tree,

2

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 3, [Hides the Gold. That have their alms out of the empress' chest.

Enter TAMORA.

Tam. My lovely Aaron, wherefore look'st thou sad,

When every thing doth make a gleeful boast?
The birds chaunt melody on every bush;
The snake lies rolled in the cheerful sun;
The green leaves quiver with the cooling wind,
And make a checquer'd shadow on the ground:
Under their sweet shade, Aaron, let us sit,

--

And whilst the babbling echo mocks the hounds, Replying shrilly to the well-tun'd horns,

As if a double hunt were heard at once,·

Let us sit down, and mark their yelling noise: Whiles hounds, and horns, and sweet melodious birds,

Be unto us, as is a nurse's song

Of lullaby, to bring her babe asleep.

Aar. Madam, though Venus govern your desires,

Saturn is dominator 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?

Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand,
Blood and revenge are hammering in my head.

2 Possess.

3 Disquiet.

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.
Tam. Ah, my sweet Moor, sweeter to me than
life!

5

Aar. No more, great empress, Bassianus comes : Be cross with him; and I'll go fetch thy sons To back thy quarrels, whatso'er they be.

Enter BASSIANUS and LAVINIA.

[Exit.

Bas. Who have we here? Rome's royal emperess,

Unfurnish'd of her well-beseeming troop?
Or is it Dian, habited like her;

Who hath abandoned her holy groves,
To see the general hunting in this forest?
Tam. Saucy controller of our private steps!
Had I the power, that, some say, Dian had,
Thy temples should be planted presently
With horns, as was Acteon's; and the hounds
Should drive upon thy new transformed limbs,
Unmannerly intruder as thou art!

Lav. Under your patience, gentle emperess, 'Tis 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.

4 See Ovid's Metamorphoses, Book VI,

5. Part.