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Bass. And you of yours, my lord ! I say no (Which Rome reputes to be a heinous sin,) more,
Yield at entreats; and then let me alone:
The cruel father and his traitorous sons,
Kneel in the streets and beg for grace in vain.My true-betrothed love, and now my wife? ! [Aloud.] Come, come, sweet emperor ;-—come, But let the laws of Rome determine all ;
Andronicus, Meanwhile I am possessid of that is mine. Take up this good old man, and cheer the heart
Sat. 'T is good, sir : you are very short with us ; That dies in tempest of thy angry frown. But, if we live, we'll be as sharp with you.
Sat. Rise, Titus, rise; my empress hath Bass. My lord, what I have done, as best I
Tit. I thank your majesty, and her, my lord : Answer I must, and shall do with my life. These words, these looks, infuse new life in me. Only thus much I give your grace to know, Tam. Titus, I am incorporate in Rome, By all the duties that I owe to Rome,
A Roman now adopted happily, This noble gentleman, lord Titus here,
And must advise the emperor for his good. Is in opinion and in honour wrong’d;
This day all quarrels die, Andronicus ; That, in the rescue of Lavinia,
| And let it be mine honour, good my lord, With his own hand did slay his youngest son, ị That I have reconcil'd your friends and you. In zeal to you, and highly mov'd to wrath For you, prince Bassianus, I have pass'd To be controlld in that he frankly gave.
My word and promise to the emperor, Receive him, then, to favour, Saturnine,
you will be more mild and tractable.That hath express'd himself, in all his deeds, And fear not, lords,—and you, Lavinia A father and a friend to thee and Rome.
By my advice, all humbled on your knees, Tit. Prince Bassianus, leave to plead my You shall ask pardon of his majesty. deeds:
Luc.* We do; and vow to heaven, and to his 'Tis thou and those that have dishonour'd me.
Marc. That, on mine honour, here I do protest
. Were gracious in those princely eyes of thine, Sat. Away, and talk not; trouble us no more. Then hear me speak indifferently for all ;
Tam. Nay, nay, sweet emperor, we must all be
1 And at my suit, sweet, pardon what is past.
friends : Sat. What, madam! be dishonour'd openly, The tribune and his nephews kneel for grace; And basely put it up without revenge?
I will not be denied: sweet heart, look back. TAM. Not so, my lord; the gods of Rome Sat. Marcus, for thy sake, and thy brother's forfend
here, I should be author to dishonour you!
And at my lovely Tamora's entreats, But on mine honour dare I undertake
I do remit these young men's heinous faults: For good lord Titus' innocence in all;
Stand up." - Lavinia, though you left me like a Whose fury, not dissembled, speaks his griefs:
churl, Then, at my suit, look graciously on him: I found a friend ; and, sure as death, I swore, Lose not so noble a friend on vain suppose, I would not part a bachelor from the priest. Nor with sour looks afflict his gentle heart.- Come, if the emperor's court can feast two brides, [Aside to Sat.] My lord, be ruld by me, be won You are my guest, Lavinia, and your friends.at last;
| This day shall be a love-day, Tamora. Dissemble all your griefs and discontents :
! Tit. To-morrow, an it please your majesty, You are but newly planted in your throne; To hunt the panther and the hart with me, Lest, then, the people, and patricians too,
With horn and hound, we'll give your grace bonUpon a just survey, take Titus' part,
jour. And so supplant you* for ingratitude,
Sat. Be it so, Titus, and gramercy too. [Exeunt.
(*) First folio, Sor.
(*) First folio, us. • Stand up.-) Probably, as Pope surmised, a stage direction only.
Advanc'd above * pale envy's threat'ning reach.
And overlooks the highest peering hills;
AARON. (Advancing.] Why, how now, lords ! So Tamora.
So near the emperor's palace dare you draw, Upon her wit* doth earthly honour wait,
And maintain such a quarrel openly? And virtue stoops and trembles at her frown. Full well I wot the ground of all this grudge: Then, Aaron, arm thy heart, and fit thy thoughts, I would not for a million of gold To mount aloft with thy imperial mistress,
The cause were known to them it most concerns ; And mount her pitch, whom thou in triumph Nor would your roble mother for much more long
Be so dishonour'd in the court of Rome. Hast prisoner held, fetter'd in amorous chains,
For shame, put up. And faster bound to Aaron's charmingly eyes DEMET. Not I, till I have sheath'd Than is Prometheus tied to Caucasus.
My rapier in his bosom, and, withal, Away with slavish weeds and servile* thoughts ! Thrust these reproachful speeches down his throat, I will be bright, and shine in pearl and gold, That he hath breath'd in my dishonour here. To wait upon this new-made empress.
Chr. For that I am prepard, and full resolv'd,To wait, said I ? to wanton with this queen, Foul-spoken coward, that thunder'st with thy This goddess, this Semiramis, this nymph,
Now, by the gods that warlike Goths adore,
It is to jet upon a prince's right?
What, is Lavinia, then, become so loose,
That for her love such quarrels may be broach'd DEMET. Chiron, thy years want wit, thy wit Without controlment, justice, or revenge? wants edge,
Young lords, beware! an should the empress And manners, to intrude where I am grac’d;
know And may, for aught thou know'st, affected be. This discord's ground, the music would not please.
CHI. Demetrius, thou dost over-ween in all; Chr. I care not, I, knew she and all the world: And so in this, to bear me down with braves. I love Lavinia more than all the world. "T is not the difference of a year or two
Demet. Youngling, learn thou to make some Makes me less gracious, or thee more fortunate :
meaner choice: I am as able and as fit as thou,
Lavinia is thine elder brother's hope. To serve, and to deserve my mistress' grace ; Aaron. Why, are ye mad ? or know ye not, And that my sword upon thee shall approve,
in Rome, And plead my passions for Lavinia's love.
How furious and impatient they be, AARON. [Aside.] Clubs, clubs ! d these lovers And cannot brook competitors in love? will not keep the peace.
I tell you, lords, you do but plot your deaths DEMET. Why, boy, although our mother, un By this device. advis’d,
Ch. Aaron, a thousand deaths would I proGave you a dancing rapier by your side,
pose, Are you so desperate grown, to threat your friends ? To achieve her whom I love. Go to; have your lath glu'd within your sheath, AARON.
To achieve her !--how? Till you know better how to handle it.
DEMET. Why mak’st thou it so strange ? Chi. Meanwhile, sir, with the little skill I She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd; have,
She is a woman, therefore may be won ;o Full well shalt thou perceive how much I dare. She is Lavinia, therefore must be lov'd. DEMET. Ay, boy, grow ye so brave?
What, man ! more water glideth by the mill
[They draw. Than wots the miller of;' and easy it is (*) First folio, idle. (+) First folio, queen.
(*) First folio, pretty.
(+) First folio, sel.
(1) First folio inserts, do. Upon her wit-) For “ wit," Warburton reads --will, and is followed by Mr. Collier's annotator.
These lines, slightly varied, occur in the First Part of " Henry VI." b - charming eyes–) He is adverting, not to the beauty of his Act V. Sc. 3,eyes, but to the quality of fascination which the eye was once sup
"She's beautiful, and therefore to be woo'd; posed to possess. See note (b), p. 714, Vol. II. e braving.) Blustering, Hectoring.
She is a woman, therefore to be won;" d Clubs, clubs!) See note (b), p. 165, Vol. II.
from which coincidence Ritson conjectured that the author of the She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd ;
present play was also author of the original “ Henry VI." She is a woman; therefore may be won ;]
f -- more water glideth by the mill, &c.) A north.country pro
verb, -"Much water runs by the mill that the miller wots not of."
Of a cut loaf to steal a shive, a we know: The palace full of tongues, of eyes, of ears : Though Bassianus be the emperor's brother, The woods are ruthless, dreadful, deaf, and dull : Better than he have worn Vulcan's badge. There speak, and strike, brave boys, and take Aaron. [Aside.] Ay, and as good as Satur
your turns ;
There serve your lusts, shadow'd from heaven's eye, DEMET. Then why should he despair that
And revel in Lavinia's treasury. knows to court it
Chi, Thy counsel, lad, smells of no cowardice. With words, fair looks, and liberality?
DEMET. Sit fas aut nefas, till I find the stream* What, hast not thou full often struck a doe, To cool this heat, a charm to calm these t fits, And borne her cleanly by the keeper's nose ? Per Styga, per manes vehor.
[Exeunt. AARON. Why, then, it seems, some certain
snatch or so
SCENE II.-A Forest near Romc.
Would you had hit it too! Enter TITUS ANDRONICUS, MARCUS, Lucius, Then should not we be tir'd with this ado.
QUINTUs and MARTIUS, with Hunters, &c. Why, hark ye, hark ye,—and are you such fools To square for this ? would it offend you, then, Trr. The hunt is up, the morn is bright and That both should speed ? •
grey, CHI. Faith, not me.
The fields are fragrant, and the woods are green : DEMET.
Nor me, so I were one. Uncouple here, and let us make a bay, AARON. For shame, be friends, and join for And wake the emperor and his lovely bride, that you jar.
And rouse the prince, and ring a hunter's peal, "T is policy and stratagem must do
That all the court may echo with the noise. That you affect; and so must you resolve
Sons, let it be your charge, as it is ours, That what you cannot as you would achieve To attend the emperor's person carefully: You must perforce accomplish as you may.
I have been troubled in my sleep this night, Take this of me,-Lucrece was not more chaste But dawning day new comfort hath inspird. Than this Lavinia, Bassianus' love. A spoedier course than * lingering languishment Must we pursue, and I have found the path. Horns wind a poal; then enler SATURNINUS, My lords, a solemn hunting is in hand;
TAMORA, BASSIANUS, LAVINIA, DEMETRIUS, There will the lovely Roman ladies troop:
CHIRON, and Attendants.
Tit. Many good morrows to your majesty ;Fitted by kind" for rape and villany:
Madam, to you as many and as good : Single you thither, then, this dainty doe,
I promised your grace a hunter's peal. And strike her home by force, if not by words: Sat. And you have rung it lustily, my lords ; This way, or not at all, stand you in hope. Somewhat too early for new-married ladies. Come, come, our empress, with her sacred wit, Bass. Lavinia, how say you? To villany and vengeance consecrate;
I say no; Will we acquaint with all that we intend;
I have been broadI awake two hours and more. And she shall file our engines with advice,
Sat. Come on, then; horse and chariots let us That will not suffer you to square yourselves,
have, But to your wishes' height advance you both. And to our sport. Madam, now shall ye see The emperor's court is like the house of Fame, Our Roman hunting.
(*) Old text, this. Corrected by Rowe.
and easy it is Oj a cut loaf to steal a shive,-] Another northern proverb, --" It is safe taking a shive (slice) of a cut loaf.”
b Would you had hit it too!] An allusion to the ancient ballad quoted in Love's Labour's Lost," Act IV. Sc. 1,--"Canst thou not hit it?” See note (©), p. 70, Vol. I.
© That both should speed ?] These words, though indispensable to the sense, are omitted in the folio.
d - kind - ] Nature.
e — sacred wit,-) Accursed wit, say the commentators : rather, perliaps, deroted, dedicated wit. See note (c), p. 425.
f - and grey,-) Hanmer prints, "and gay," &c.; and Mr.
(*) First folio, streames. (+) First folio, their.
(1) First folio omits, broad. Collier's annotator, not content with borrowing this suggestion, turns the whole speech into rhyme, thus,
"The hunt is up, the morn is bright and gay,
The fields are fragrant, and the woods are wide;
I have dogs, my lord, To bury so much gold under a tree,
Let him that thinks of me so abjectly Tit. And I have horse will follow where the Know that this gold must coin a stratagem, game
Which, cunningly effected, will beget Makes way, and run like swallows o'er the plain. A very excellent piece of villany : DEMET. Chiron, we hunt not, we, with horse And so repose, sweet gold, for their unrest, nor hound;
That have their alms out of the empress' chest. But hope to pluck a dainty doe to ground.
[Hides the gold. [Exeunt.
Tam. My lovely Aaron, wherefore look’st thou
sad, AARON. He that had wit would think that I When everything doth make a gleeful boast ? had none,
The birds chant melody on every bush ;