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For this proud mock I'll be thy slaughter-man;
Sly frantic wretch, that holp'it to inake me great,
In hope thyself should govern Rome and me.
Sat. What news with thee, Æmilius ?
Æmil. Arm, arm, my lords ; Rome never had more
The Goths have gather'd head, and with a Power
Of high-resolved men, bent to the spoil,
They hither march amain, under the Conduct
Of Lucius, son to old Andronicus :
Who threats in course of his revenge to do
As much as ever. Coriolanus did.
Sat. Is warlike Lucius General of the Goths ?
These tidings nip me, and I hang the head
As flowers with frost, or grass beat down with storms.
Ay, now begin our sorrows to approach ;
'Tis he, the common people love so much:
Myself hath often over heard them fay,
(When I have walked like a private man)
That Lucius' banishment was wrongfully,
And they have wish'd, that Lucius were their Em-
Tam. Why should you fear? is not our city strong?
Sat. Ay, but the citizens favour. Lucius,
And will revolt from me, to succour him.
Tam. King, be thy thoughts imperious like thyname.
Is the fun dim'd, that gnats do fly in it ?
.The eagle suffers little birds to-ling,
And is not careful what they mean thereby,
Knowing that with the lhadow of his wings
He can at pleasure Itint their melody;
Ev’n fo may'st thou the giddy men of Rome.
Then cheer thy fpirit, for know, thou Emperor,
I will enchant the old Andronicus
With words more sweet, and yet more dangerous,
Than baits to fish, or honey-stalks to sheep:
When as the one is wounded with the bait,
The other rotted with delicious food.
Sat. But he will not intreat his son for us.
Tam. If Tamora intreat him, then he will: For I can smooth, and fill his aged ear With golden promises; that were his heart Almost impregnable, his old ears deaf, Yet should both ear and heart obey my tongue. Go thou before as our embassador; (To Æmilius. Say, that the Emperor requests a parley Of warlike Lucius, and appoint the meeting.
Sat. Æmilius, do this meslage honourably; And if he stand on hostage for his fafety, Bid him demand that pledge will please him best.
Emil. Your bidding Tall I do effe&ually. [Exit.
Tam. Now will I to that old Andronicus,
And temper him, with all the art I have,
To pluck proud Lucius from the warlike Goths.
And now, sweet Emperor, be blith again,
And bury all thy fear in my devices.
Sat. Then go successfully, and plead to him.
A CT V. S CE N E I.
A Camp at a small distance from Rome.
Enter Lucius with Goths, with drum and soldiers.
Al have received letters from great Rome,
PPROVED warriors, and my faithful friends,
Which fignify, what hate they bear their Emp'ror,
And how desirous of our fight they are.
Therefore, great lords, be, as your titles witness,
Imperious and impatient of your wrongs;
And wherein Rome * hath done you any scathe,
Let him make treble satisfaction.
* hath done you any Scathe,] Scathe, Harm. Mr. Pope.
Goth. Brave slip, sprung from the great Andronicus, (Whose name was once our terror, now our comfort.) Whose high exploits and honourable deeds Ingtateful Rome requites with foul contempt, Be bold in us; we'll follow, where thou lead'ft:Like stinging bees in hottest summer's day, Led by their master to the flower'd fields, And be aveng'd on curfed Tamora.
Omnes. And, as he faith, fo say we all with him.
Luc. I humbly thank him, and I thank you all. But who comes here, led by a lusty Goth ?
S CE N E II. Enter a Goth leading Aaron, with his child in his Arms. Goth. ENOWNED Lucius, from our troops
RENO Maret Lucius, from our troops
To gaze upon a ruinous monastery
And as I earnestly did fix mine eye
Upon the wasted building, suddenly
I heard a child cry underneath a wall;
I'made unto the noise, when soon I heard
The crying babe controul'd with this discourse :-
Peace, tawny slave, half me and half thy dam,
Did not thy Hue bewray whose brat thou art,
Had nature lent thee but thy mother's look,
Villain, thou might'st have been an Emperor:
But where the bull and cow are both milk-white,
They never do beget a cole-black calf;
Peace, villain, peace! (ev'n thus he rates the babe)
For I must bear thee to a trusty Goth;
Who, when he knows thou art the Empress' babe
Will hold thee dearly for thy mother's sake.
With this, my weapon drawn, I rushd upon him,
Surpriz'd him suddenly, and brought him hither,
To use as you think needful of the man.
Luc. O worthy Goth, this is th' incarnate Devil, That robb'd Andronicus of his good hand;
This is the Pearl that pleas'd your Empress' eye,
And here's the base fruit of his burning luft.
Say, wall-ey'd slave, whither would'st thou convey
This growing image of thy fiend-like face?
Why doft not speak? what! deaf? no! not a word ?
A halter, soldiers ; hang him on this tree,
And by his fide his fruit of bastardy.
Aar. Touch not the boy, he is of royal blood.
Luc. Too like the fire for ever being good.
First, hang the child, that he may see it sprawl;
A fight to vex the father's foul withal.
Get me a ladder.
Aar. Lucius, save the child,
And bear it from me to the Empress;
If thou do this, I'll shew thee wond'rous things,
That highly may advantage thee to hear;
If thou wilt not, befal what may befal,
I'll speak no more; but Vengeance rot you all!
Luc. Sayon, and if it please me which thou speak'st, Thy child shall live, and I will see it nourish d.
Aar. An if it please thee? why, affure thee, Lucius, 'Twill vex thy soul to hear what I shall speak: For I must talk, of murders, rapes and maslacres, Acts of black night, abominable deeds, Complots of mischief, treason, villanies, Ruthful to hear, yet piteously perform’d: And this shall all be buried by my death, Unless thou swear to me, my child shall live:
Luc. Tell on thy mind; I say, thy child shall live.
Aar. Swear, that he shall; and then I will begin.
Luc. Who should I swear by ? thou believ'ft no
That granted, how canst thou believe an oath?
Aar. What if I do not ! as, indeed, I do not;'
Yet, for I know thou art religious,
And haft a thing within thee called Conscience,
With twenty popish tricks and ceremonies.
Which I have seen thee careful to observe :-
Therefore I urge thy oath ; (for that, I know,
An idiot holds his bauble for a God,
And keeps the oath, which by that God he swears,
To that I'll urge him ;) therefore thou shalt vow
By that same God, what God soe'er it be,
That thou ador'ft and hast in reverence,
To save my boy, nourish and bring him up;
Or else I would discover nought to thee.
Luc. Even by my God I swear to thee, I will,
Aar. First, know thou, I begot him on the Empress.
Luc, O most insatiate, luxurious, woman!
Aar. Tut, Lucius, this was but a deed of charity,
To that which thou shalt hear of me anon.
'Twas her two sons, that murder'd Bafianus;
They cut thy fifter's tongue, and ravilh'd her,
And cut her hands, and trim'd her as thou saw'st.
Luc. Oh, deteftable villain! call'ft thou that trim-
ing? Aar. Why, she was washed, and cut, and trim'd; And 'twas trim sport for them that had the doing of't.
Luc. Oh, barb'rous beastly villains like thyself!
Aar. Indeed, I was their tutor to instruct them: That codding spirit had they from their mother, As sure a card as ever won the fet; That bloody mind, I think, they learn'd of me, As true a dog as ever fought at head; Well; let my deeds be witness of my worth. I train'd thy brethren to that guileful hole, Where the dead corps of Baffianus lay: I wrote the letter that thy father found, And hid the gold within the letter mention'd; Confed’rate with the Queen, and her two sons. And what not done, that thou hast cause to rue, Wherein I had no ftroke of mischief in't! I play'd the cheater for thy father's hand, And when I had it, drew myself apart, And almost broke my heart with extreme laughter. I pry'd me through the crevice of a wall,