But ftraight they told me, they would bind me here, And leave me to this miferable death: [Stabs Baffianus. Chi. And this for me, ftruck home to fhew my ftrength. [Stabbing him likewife. Lav. I come Semiramis ; —nay, barbarous Tamora ; For no name fits thy nature but thy own. Tam. Give me thy poniard; you shall know, my Your mother's hand fhall right your mother's wrong. [tinefs; * And with that painted Cope fhe braves your mighAnd fhall fhe carry this unto her grave? Chi. An if he do, I would I were an Eunuch. Drag hence her husband to fome fecret hole, And make his dead trunk pillow to our luft. Tam. But when you have the honey you defire, Let not this wafp out-live, us both to fting. Chi. I warrant, Madam, we will make that fure; Lav. O Tamora, thou bear'ft a woman's face- And with that painted Hope, &c,] Lavinia ftands upon her Chastity, and Nuptial Vows; and upon the Mérit of these braves the Queen.--We should read, And with this painted Cope. i. e. with this gay Covering L 2 Lav. Lav. Sweet Lords, intreat her hear me but Dem. Liften, fair Madam; let it be your glory Lav. When did the tyger's young ones teach the dam? O, do not teach her wrath; fhe taught it thee; Yet every mother breeds not fons alike; Do Thou intreat her, shew a woman pity. [To Chiron. Chi. What would't thou have me prove myself a baftard? Lav. 'Tis true, the raven doth not hatch the lark: Yet have I heard, (Oh, could I find it now!) The lion, mov'd with pity, did endure To have his princely paws par'd all away. Some fay that ravens fofter forlorn children, The whilft their own birds famish in their nefts: Oh, be to me, tho' thy hard heart say, no, Nothing fo kind, but fomething pitiful. Tam. I know not what it means: away with her. Lav. Oh, let me teach thee: for father's fake, my (That gave thee life, when well he might have flain thee) Be not obdurate, open thy deaf ears. Tam. Hadft thou in perfon ne'er offended me, Remember, boys, I pour'd forth tears in vain, away Therefore with her, and use her as you will; Lav. O Tamora, be call'd a gentle Queen, Tam. Tam. What begg'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, And tumble me into fome loathfome pit; Where never man's eye may behold my body: Do this, and be a charitable murderer. Tam. So fhould I rob my sweet fons of their fee. No; let them fatisfy their luft on thee. Dem. Away! For thou haft ftaid us here too long. Lav. No grace? no woman-hood? ah beaftly creature! The blot and enemy of our general name! Confufion fall Chi. Nay, then I'll ftop your mouth-bring thou her husband: Dragging off Lavinia. This is the hole, where Aaron bid us hide him. [Exeunt. Tam. Farewel, my fons; fee, that you make her fure. Ne'er let my heart know merry cheer indeed, 'Till all th' Andronici be made away, Now will I hence to feek my lovely Moor, And let my spleenful fons this Trull deflour. [Exit. Aar. SCENE VI. Enter Aaron, with Quintus and Marcus. C OME on, my lords, the better foot before; Strait will I bring you to the loathfome pit, Where I efpied the Panther fast asleep. Quin. My fight is very dull, whate'er it bodes. Mar. And mine, I promise you; were't not for fhame, Well could I leave our fport to fleep a while. [Marcus falls into the pit. L3 Quin. Quin. What, art thou fall'n? what fubtle hole is this, Whose mouth is cover'd with rude-growing briars, A very fatal place it feems to me: Speak, brother, haft thou hurt thee with the fall? Mar. O brother, with the difmallest object That ever eye, with fight, made heart lament. Aar. Now will I fetch the King to find them here; That he thereby may have a likely guefs, How these were they, that made away his Brother. [Exit Aaron. Mar. W HY doft not comfort me, and help me out hole? Quin. I am furprized with an uncouth fear; Quin. Aaron is gone; and my compaffionate heart Will not permit my eyes once to behold The thing, whereat it trembles by furmife: Mar. Lord Baffianus lies embrewed here, And And fhews the ragged entrails of this pit. As hateful as Cocytus' mifty mouth. Quin. Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee out, Or, wanting ftrength to do thee fo much good, 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. [Falls in. Sat. Enter the Emperor, and Aaron. LONG, with me-I'll fee what hole is here, Say who art thou, that lately didst descend Sat. My brother dead? I know, thou doft but jeft: He and his lady both are at the Lodge, Upon the north-fide of this pleasant chase; 'Tis not an hour since I left him there. Mar. We know not where you left him all alive, But out, alas! here have we found him dead. Enter Tamora with Attendants; Andronicus, and Lucius. Tam. Where is my lord, the King? [grief. Sat. Here, Tamora; though griev'd with killing |