And overlooks the highest-peering hills; So Tamora. Upon her wit doth earthly honour wait, And virtue stoops and trembles at her frown. And mount her pitch; whom thou in triumph long Away with slavish weeds, and idle thoughts! Enter CHIRON and DEMETRIUS, braving. Dem. Chiron, thy years want wit, thy wit wants edge, And manners, to intrude where I am grac'd; To serve, and to deserve my mistress' grace; Aar. Clubs, clubs!" these lovers will not keep the peace. Clubs, clubs!] This was the usual outcry for assistance, when any riot in the street happened. Dem. Why, boy, although our mother, unadvis'd, Gave you a dancing-rapier by your side, Are you so desperate grown, to threat your friends? Chi. Mean while, sir, with the little skill I have, Full well I wot the ground of all this grudge; The cause were known to them it most concerns: For shame, put up. Dem. Not I; till I have sheath'd My rapier in his bosom, and, withal, Thrust these reproachful speeches down his throat, That he hath breath'd in my dishonour here. Chi. For that I am prepar'd and full resolv'd,Foul-spoken coward! that thunder'st with thy tongue, And with thy weapon nothing dar'st perform. Now by the gods, that warlike Goths adore, Why, lords,—and think you not how dangerous It is to jut upon a prince's right? What, is Lavinia then become so loose, That for her love such quarrels may be broach'd, Young lords, beware!-an should the empress know Chi. I care not, I, knew she and all the world; I love Lavinia more than all the world. Dem. Youngling, learn thou to make some meaner choice: Lavinia is thine elder brother's hope. Aar. Why, are ye mad? or know ye not, in Rome How furious and impatient they be, And cannot brook competitors in love? I tell you, lords, you do but plot your deaths Chi. Aaron, a thousand deaths Would I propose, to achieve her whom I love. Aar. To achieve her!-How? Dem. Why mak'st thou it so strange? She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd; She is a woman, therefore may be won; She is Lavinia, therefore must be lov'd. What, man! more water glideth by the mill Than wots the miller of; and easy it is Of a cut loaf to steal a shive, we know: Though Bassianus be the emperor's brother, Better than he have yet worn Vulcan's badge. Aar. Ay, and as good as Saturninus may. [Aside. Dem. Then why should he despair, that knows to court it With words, fair looks, and liberality? Then should not we be tir'd with this ado. Why, hark ye, hark ye,-And are you such fools, To square for this? Would it offend you then That both should speed? Chi. Dem. So I were one. I'faith, not me. Nor me, Aar. For shame, be friends; and join for that you jar. 'Tis policy and stratagem must do That you affect; and so must you resolve; A speedier course than lingering languishment Will wé acquaint with all that we intend; 9 To square for this?] To square is to quarrel. by kind-] That is, by nature, which is the old signification of kind. 1 Latinism. 2 with her sacred wit,] Sacred here signifies accursed; a file our engines with advice,] i. e. remove all impediments from our designs by advice. The allusion is to the operation of the file, which, by conferring smoothness, facilitates the motion of the wheels which compose an engine or piece of machinery. That will not suffer you to square yourselves, turns: There serve your lust, shadow'd from heaven's eye, And revel in Lavinia's treasury. Chi. Thy counsel, lad, smells of no cowardice. Dem. Sit fas aut nefas, till I find the stream To cool this heat, a charm to calm these fits, Per Styga, per manes vehor. SCENE II. [Exeunt. A Forest near Rome. A Lodge seen at a distance. Horns, and cry of Hounds heard. Enter TITUS ANDRONICUS, with Hunters, &c. MARCUS, LUCIUS, QUINTUS, and MARTIUS. Tit. The hunt is up, the morn is bright and grey, The fields are fragrant, and the woods are green: Uncouple here, and let us make a bay, And wake the emperor and his lovely bride, Horns wind a Peal. Enter SATURNINUS, TAMORA, Tit. Many good morrows to your majesty; |