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And leave me to this miserable death,
And then they call'd me, foul adulteress,
Lascivious Goth, and all the bitterest terms
That ever ear did hear to such effect.
And, had you not by wondrous fortune come,

vengeance on me had they executed : Revenge it, as you love your mother's life, Or be ye not henceforth callid


children. Dem. This is a witness that I am thy sop.

[Ştabs BASSIANUS. Chi. And this for me, struck home to show my strength.

[Stabbing him likewise. Lav. Ay come, Semiramis, nay, barbarous

Tamora !
For no name fits thy nature but thy ówn!
Tam. Give me thy poniard; you shall know, my

Your mother's hand shall right your mother's

Den. Stay, madam, here is more belongs to her ;
First, thrash the corn, then after burn the straw :
This minion stood upon her chastity,
Upon her nuptial vow, her loyalty,
And with that painted hope braves your mightiness:
And shall sbe carry this unto her grave?
Chi. Drag hence her husband to some secret

And make his dead trunk pillow to our lust.

Tam. Let not this wasp outlive, us both to sting.
Chi. I warrant you, madam; we will make that


Lav. 0 Tamora! thou bear'st a woman's face,
Tam. I will not hear her speak; away with her.
Lav. Sweet lords, entreat her hear me but a

Dem. Listen, fair madam: Let it be your glory
To see her tears: but be your heart to them,
As unrelenting flint to drops of rain.

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Lav. When did the tiger's young ones teach the

dam? 0, do not learn her wrath ; she taught it thee: The milk thou suck'dst from her, did turn to mar


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mother breeds not sons alike; Do thou entreat her shew a woman pity.

[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, (0 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 thée : for


father's sake, That gave thee life, when well he might have slain

Be not obdurate, open thy deaf ears.

Tam. Hadst 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
Lar. 'Tis death I beg; O, keep me from what *s

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me go.

And tumble me into some loathsome pit;
Where never man's eye may behold my body:
Do this, and be a charitable murderer.

Tam. So should I rob my sweet sons of their fee.
Dem. Away, for thou hast staid us here too long.
Lav. No grace? No womanhood! Ah, beastly

creature ! The blot and enemy to our general name !: Confusion fall Chi. Nay, then I'll stop your mouth:-Bring thou

her husband; [Dragging of LAVINIA. This is the hole where Aaron bid us hide him.

[Exeunt. Tam. Farewell, my sons : see that you make her


Ne'er let my heart know merry cheer indeed,
Till all the Andronici be made away..
Now will I hence to seek my lovely Moor.



The same.

Enter AARON, with Quintus and MARTIUS.

Aar. Come on, my lords ; the better foot before : Straight will I bring you to the loathsome pit, Where I espy'd the panther fast asleep.

Quin. My sight is very dull, whate'er it bodes. Mart. And mine, I promise you: wer't not for

shame, Well could I leave our sport to sleep awhile.

[Martius falls into the Pit. Quin. What art thou fallen? What subtile hole

is this, Whose mouth is cover'd with rude-growing briars ; Upon whose leaves are drops of new-shed blood,


As fresh as morning's dew distill’d on flowers ?

very fatal place it seems to me :
Speak, brother, hast thou hurt thee with the fall?

Mart. O, brother, with the dismallest object
That ever eye, with sight, made heart lament.
Aar. [Aside.] Now will I fetch the king to find

them here;
That he thereby may give a likely guess,
How these were they that made away his brother.

[Exit AARON. Mart. Why dost not comfort me, and help me out From this unhallow'd and blood-stained hole?

Quin. I am surprised with an uncouth fear :
A chilling sweat o'er-runs my trembling joints ;
My heart suspects more than mine eye can see.

Mart. To prove thou hast a true-divining heart,
Aaron and thou look down into this den,
And see a fearful sight of blood and death.
Quin. Aaron is gone; and my compassionate

Will not permit mine eyes once to behold
The thing whereat it trembles by surmise :
0, tell me how it is ; for ne'er till now
Was I a child, to fear I know not what.

Mart. Lord Bassianus lies embrewed here,
All on a heap, like to a slaughter'd lamb,
In this detested, dark, blood-drinking pit.

Quin. If it be dark, how dost thou know 'tis he?
Mart. Upon his bloody finger he doth wear
A precious ring, that lightens all the hole,
Which, like a taper in some monument,
Doth shine upon the dead man's earthy cheeks,
And shows the ragged entrails of this pit:
So pale did shine the moon on Pyramus,
When he by night lay bath'd in maiden blood.
O brother, help me with thy fainting hand, -
If fear hath made thee faint, as me it hath,-
Out of this fell devouring receptacle,
As hateful as Cocytus' misty mouth.

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Quin. Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee out; Or, wanting strength to do thee so much good, I may

be pluck'd into the swallowing womb Of this deep pit, poor Bassianus' grave. I have no strength to pluck thee to the brink. Mart. Nor I no strength to climb without thy

help. Quin. Thy hand once more; I will not loose

again, Till thou art here aloft, or I below : Thou canst not come to me, I come to thee.

[Falls in.


Sat. Along with me: -I'll see what hole is here.
And what he is, that now is leap'd into it.
Say, who art thou, that lately didst descend
Into this gaping hollow of the earth?

Mart. The unhappy son of old Andronicus;
Brought hither in a most unlucky hour,
To find thy brother Bassianus dead.

Sat. My brother dead? I know thou dost but jest :
He and his lady both are at the lodge,
Upon the north side of this pleasant chase ;
'Tis not an hour since I left him there.

Mart. We know not where you left him all alive, But, out alas ! here have we found him dead.

Enter TAMORA, with Attendants ; Titus ANDRO

NICUS, and Lucius. Tam. Where is my lord the king ? Sat. Here, Tamora; though griev'd with killing

grief. Tam. Where is thy brother Bassianus ? Sat. Now to the bottom dost thou search my

wound; Poor Bassianus here lies murdered.

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