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And as I earnestly did fix mine cye
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 controllid 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 coal-black calf.
Peace, villain, peace !--even thụs he rates the babe,
For I must bear thee to a trusty Goth ;
Who, when he knows thou art the emperess' babe,
Will hold thee dearly for thy mother's sake.
With this my weapon drawn, I rush'd 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 the 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 lust.
Say, wall-ey'd slave, whither wouldst thou convey
This growing image of thy fiend-like face?
Why dost not speak ? What! deaf? No ; not a word ?
A halter, soldiers ; hang him on this tree,
And by his side his fruit of bastardy.

Aar. Touch not the boy, he is of royal blood,

Luc. Too like the sire for ever being good.--
First, hang the child, that he may see it sprawl ;
A sight to vex the father's soul withal.
Get me a ladder.

[.A ladder brought, which AARON is obliged to ascend.
Aar. Lucius, save the child ;
And bear it from me to the emperess.
If thou do this, I'll show thee wond’rous things,
That highly may advantage thee to hear :
If thou wilt pot, befall what may befall,
I'll speak no more ; But vengeance


all ! Luc. Say on; 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, assure thee, Lucius,

[2] Alhading to the proverb, “ A black man is a pearl in a fair woman's eye."


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'Twill vex thy soul to hear what I shall speak ;
For I must talk of murders, rapes, and massacres,
Acts of black night, abominable deeds,
Complots of mischief, treason ; villanies
Ruthful to hear, yet piteously perform'd :
And this shalt 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'st no god ; 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 hast 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 thon ador'st and hast in reverence,--
To save my boy, to nourish, and bring him up;
Or else I will 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 Bassianus :
They cut thy sister's tongue, and ravish'd her,
And cut her hands ; and trimm'd her as thou saw'st.

Luc. O, détestable villain ! call'st thou that trimming ?

Aar. Why, she was wash'd, and cut, and trimm'd; and 'twas Trim sport for them that had the doing of it.

Luc. 0, barbarous, 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 set ;
That bloody mind, I think, they learn’d of me,
As true a dog as ever fought at head.?

[2) An allusion to bull-dogs, whose generosity and courage are always shown by meeting the bull in front and seizing his nose. Vou. VIII.




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-Well, let my deeds be witness of my worth.
I train’d thy brethren to that guileful hole,
Where the dead corpse of Bassianus lay :
I wrote the letter that thy father found,
And hid the gold within the letter mention'd,
Confederate with the queen, and her two sons ;
And what not done, that thou hast cause to rue,
Wherein I had no stroke of mischief in it.?
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,
When, for his hand, he had his two sons' heads ;
Beheld his tears, and laugh'd so heartily,
That both mine eyes were rainy like to his ;
And when I told the empress of this sport,
She swounded almost at my pleasing tale,
And, for my tidings, gave me twenty kisses.

Goth. What! canst thou say all this, and never blush?
Aar. Ay, like a black dog, as the saying is.'
Lac. Art thou not sorry for these heinous deeds ?

Aar. Ay, that I had not done a thousand more.
Even now I curse the day, (and yet, I think,
Few come within the compass of my curse,)
Wherein I did not some notorious ill :
As kill a man, or else devise his death ;
Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it ;
Accuse some innocent, and forswear myself:
Set deadly enmity between two friends;

men's cattle break their necks ;
Set fire on barns and hay-stacks in the night,
And bid the owners quench them with their tears
Oft have I digg’d up dead men from their graves,
And set them upright at their dear friends' doors,
Even when their sorrows almost were forgot ;
And on their skins, as on the bark of trees,
Have with my knife carved in Roman letters,
Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead.
Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful things,
As willingly as one would kill a fly;
And nothing grieves me heartily indeed,
But that I cannot do ten thousand more.

Make poor


[3] To blush like a black dog, appears from Ray, to have been proverbial, REED


Luc. Bring down the devil ;' for he must not die So sweet a death, as hanging presently.

Aar. If there be devils, 'would I were a devil,
To live and burn in everlasting fire ;
So I might have your company in hell,
But to torment you with my bitter tongue !
Luc. Sirs, stop his mouth, and let him speak no more.

Enter a Goth.
Goth. My lord, there is a messenger from Rome,
Desires to be admitted to your presence.
Luc. Let him come near.--

Welcome, Æmilius, what's the news from Rome !

Æmil. Lord Lucius, and you princes of the Goths,
The Roman emperor greets you all by me :
And, for he understands you are in arms,
He craves a parley at your father's house,
Willing you to demand your hostages,
And they shall be immediately deliver'd.

1 Goth. What says our general ?

Luc. Æmilius, let the emperor give his pledges
Unto my father and my uncle Marcus,
And we will come.—March away.


SCENE II. Rome. Before Titus's House, Enter TAMORA, CHIRON,

and DEMETRIUS, disguised.
Tam. Thus, in this strange and sad habiliment,
I will encounter with Andronicus ;

I am Revenge, sent from below,
To join with him, and right his heinous wrongs.
Knock at his study, where, they say, he keeps,
To ruminate strange plots of dire revenge ;
Tell him, Revenge is come to join with him,
And work confusion on his enemies.

[They knock.
Enter Titus above.
Tit. Who doth molest my contemplation ?
Is it your trick, to make me ope the door ;
That so my sad decrees may fly away,

[4] It appears from these words, that the audience were entertained with part of the apparatus of an execution, and that Aaron was mounted on a ladder, as ready to

be turned off.



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And all my study be to no effect ?
You are deceiv'd: for what I mean to do,
See here, in bloody lines I have set down ;
And what is written shall be executed.

Tam. Titus, I am come to talk with thee.

Tit. No; not a word : How can I grace my talk,
Wanting a hand to give it action ?
Thou hast the odds of me, therefore no more.

Tam. If thou didst know me, thou wouldst talk with me.

Tit. I am not mad ; I know thee well enough :
Witness this wretched stump, these crimson lines ;
Witness these trenches, made by grief and care ;
Witness the tiring day, and heavy night ;
Witness all sorrow, that I know thee well
For our proud empress, mighty Tamora :
Is not thy coming for my other hand ?

Tam. Know thou, sad man, I am not Tamora ;
She is thy enemy, and I thy friend :
I am Revenge ; sent from the infernal kingdom,
To ease the gnawing vulture of thy mind,
By working wreakful vengeance on thy foes.
Come down, and welcome me to this world's light;
Confer with me of murder and of death :
There's not a hollow cave, or lurking-place,
No vast obscurity, or misty vale,
Where bloody murder, or detested rape,
Can couch for fear, but I will find them out ;
And in their ears tell them my dreadful name,
Revenge, which makes the foul offender quake.

Tit. Art thou Revenge ? and art thou sent to me, To be a torment to mine enemies ?

Tam. I am ; therefore come down, and welcome me.

Tit. Do me some service, ere I come to thee.
Lo, by thy side where Rape, and Murder, stand;
Now give some 'surance that thou art Revenge,
Stab them, or tear them on thy chariot wheels ;
And then I'll come, and be thy waggoner,
And whirl along with thee about the globes.
Provide thee proper palfries, black as jet,
To hale thy vengeful waggon swift away,
And find out murderers in their guilty caves :
And, when thy car is loaden with their heads,
I will dismount, and by the waggon

wheel Trot, like a servile footman, all day long ;

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