Do thou intreat her, fhew a woman pity. [baftard? Chi. What! would'st thou have me prove myself a The lion, mov'd with pity, did endure Tam. I know not what it means: away with her. Tam. Hadft thou in perfon ne'er offended me, Remember, boys, I pour'd forth tears in vain, Therefore away with her, and ufe her as you will; Lav. O 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 fo long; Poor I was flain, when Baffianus dy'd. Fam. What beg'ft thou then? fond woman let me go.. Lav. 'Tis prefent death I beg; and one thing more,. That womanhood denies my tongue to tell : O, keep me from their worse than killing luft, Tam. So fhould I rob my fweet fons of their fee, Dem. Away. For thou haft ftaid us here too long. Lav. No grace? no woman-hood? a beaftly creature? The blot and enemy of our general name ! , Confufion fall Chi. Nay,, then I'll ftop your mouth-bring thou [Dragging off Lavinia. her husband: This is the hole, where Aaron bid us hide him. [Exeunt. Tam Farewel, my fons; fee, that you make her fure. Neler let my heart know merry chear indeed, 'Till all th' Andronici be made away. Now will I hence to feek my lovely Moor, Enter Aaron, with Quintus and Marcus. [Exit. Aar. Come on, my Lords, the better foot before; Strait will I bring you to the loathfom pit, - Where I efpied the panther faft afleep. Quin. My fight is very dull, whate'er it bodes. Mar. And mine, I promise you; wer't not for shame, Well could I leave our fport to fleep a while. [Marcus falls into the pit. Quin. What, art thou fall'n ? what fubtle hole is this, Speak, brother, haft thou hurt thee with the fall? Aar. Now will I fetch the King to find them here; Mar. Why doft not comfort me, and help me out From this unhallow'd and blood-ftained hole? Quin. I am furprised with an uncouth fear; Mar. Mar. Lord Baffianus lies embrewed here, As hateful as Cocytus' misty mouth. Quin. Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee out, Or, wanting ftrength to do thee fo much good, I may be pluck'd into the fwallowing womb Of this deep pit, poor Baffianus' grave. I have no ftrength to pluck thee to the brink: Mar. And I no ftrength 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. Enter the Emperor, and Aaron. [Falls in. Sat. Along, with me ;-I'll fee what hole is here, And what he is that now is leapt into't. Say, who art thou, that lately didst descend Into this gaping hollow of the earth? Mar. Th' unhappy fon of old Andronicus, Sat. My brother dead? I know thou dost but jeft: Mar. We know not where you left him all alive, Enter Enter Tamora with Attendants; Andronicus, and Lucius. Tam. Where is my Lord the King? Saf. Here, Tamora; though griev'd with killing grief. Tam. Where is thy brother Baffianus ? Sat. Now to the bottom doft thou fearch my wound; Poor Baffianus here lies murdered. Tam. Then all too late I bring this fatal writ, And wonder greatly that man's face can fold [She gives Saturninus a letter. Saturninus reads the letter. And if we miss to meet him handfomely, Which overfhades the mouth of that same pit, Do this, and purchase us thy lafting friends. ·Oh, Tamora! was ever heard the like? Aar. My gracious lord, here is the bag of gold. . There let them bide, until we have devis'd Some never-heard-of torturing pain for them. Tam. What, are they in this pit? oh wond'rous thing! How eafily murder is discovered? Tit. High Emperor, upon my feeble knee Sat. Sat. If it be prov'd? you fee, it is apparent. Sat. Thou shalt not bail them: fee thou follow me: Some bring the murdered body, fome the murderers. Let them not fpeak a word, the guilt is plain; For by my foul, were there worse end than death, That end upon them fhould be executed. Tam. Andronicus, I will intreat the King; Fear not thy fons, they fhall do well enough. Tit. Come, Lucius, come, ftay not to talk with them. [Exeunt feverally. Enter Demetrius and Chiron, with Lavinia, ravis'd; her hands cut off, and her tongue cut out. Dem. So, now go tell (an if thy tongue can speak) Who 'twas that cut thy tongue, and ravish'd thee. Chi. Write down thy mind, bewray thy meaning fo; And (if thy ftumps will let thee) play the fcribe.. Dem. See, how with figns and tokens fhe can fèrowle. Chi. Go home, call for fweet water, wash thy hands. Dem. She has no tongue to call, nor hands to wash; And fo let's leave her to her filent walks. Chi. If 'twere my cafe, I fhould go hang myself. Dem. If thou hadit hands to help thee knit the cord. [Exeunt Dem. and Chiron. Enter Marcus to Lavinia. Mar. Who's this, my niece, that flies away so fast ? Coufin, a word; where is your husband ? If I do dream, would all my wealth would wake me! Speak, gentle niece, what ftern ungentle hands Of |