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Chi. And this for me, struck home to show my

strength. [Stabbing him likewise. Lav. Ay come, Semiramis,-nay, barbarous Tanon mora! in For no name fits thy nature but thy own!

Tam. Give me thy poniard; you shall know, my

. boys, Your mother's hand shall right your mother's wrong.

Dem. Stay, madam, here is more belongs to her; First, thrash the corn, then after burn the straw: This minion stood upon her chastity, Upon her nuptial vow, her loyalty, And with that painted hope braves your mightiness: And shall she carry this unto her grave?

Chi. An if she do, I would I were an eunuch. Drag hence her husband to some secret hole, And make his dead trunk pillow to our lust.

Tam. But when you have the honey you desire, Let not this wasp outlive, us both to sting. Chi. I warrant you, madam; we will make that

sure.Come, mistress, now perforce we will enjoy That nice-preserved honesty of yours.

Lav. 0 Tamora! thou bear'st a woman's face.---' Tam. I will not hear her speak; away with her. Lav. Sweet lords, entreat her hear me but a word.

Dem. Listen, fair madam: Let it be your glory To see her tears; but be your heart to them, As unrelenting flint to drops of rain. Lav. When did the tiger's young ones teach the

dam? 0, do not learn her wrath; she taught it thee: The milk, thou suck'dst from her, did turn to marble; Even at thy teat thou hadst thy tyranny.-

? And with that painted hope braves your mightiness :] Printed hope is only specious hope, or ground of confidence more plausible than solid. JOHNSON.

Yet every mother breeds not sons alike;
Do thou entreat her show a woman pity.

Chi. What! would'st thou have me prove myself

a bastard ? · Lav. 'Tis true; the raven doth not hatch a lark: Yet I have heard, (O could I find it now!) The lion mov'd with pity, did endure To have his princely paws par'd all away.. Some say that ravens foster forlorn children, The whilst their own birds famish in their nests: O, be to me, though thy hard heart say no, Nothing so kind, but something pitiful!i .

Tam. I know not what it means; away with her.

Lav. 0, let me teach thee: for my father's sake, That gave thee life, when well he might have slain

thee, Be not obdurate, open thy deaf ears...

Tam. Had thou in person ne'er offended me, Even for his sake am I pitiless :Remember, boys, I pour’d forth tears in vain, To save your brother from the sacrifice; But fierce Andronicus would not relent. Therefore away with her, and use her as you will; The worse to her, the better loy'd of me.

Lav. 0 Tamora, be call'd a gentle queen, And with thine own hands kill me in this place: For 'tis not life, that I have beggd so long; Poor I was slain, when Bassianus died. · Tam. What begg'st thou then; fond woman, let

me go. Lav. 'Tis present death I beg; and one thing more, That womanhood denies my tongue to tell: O, keep me from their worse than killing lust, ' And tumble me into some loathsome pit; Where never man's eye may behold my body: Do this, and be a charitable murderer.

Tam. So should I rob my sweet sons of their fee: No, let them satisfy their lust on thee.

Dem, Away, for thou hast staid us here too long. Lav. No grace? no womanhood? Ah, beastly

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Chi. Nay, then I'll stop your mouth:-Bring thou
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[Dragging off LAVINIA. This is the hole where Aaron bid us hide him.

[Exeunt. Tam. Farewell, my sons: see, that you make her

* sure: Ne'er let my heart know merry cheer indeed, Till all the Andronici be made away. . Now will I hence to seek my lovely Moor, And let my spleenful sons this trull deflour. [Exit.

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The same.
Enter AARON, with Quintus and Martius.

Aar. Come on, my lords; the better foot before: Straight will I bring you to the loathsome pit, Where I espy'd the panther fast asleep.

Quin. My sight is very dull, whate'er it bodes.
Mart. And mine, I promise you; wer't not for

Well could I leave our sport to sleep awhile.

; , MARTIUS falls into the Pit. Quin. What art thou fallen? What subtle hole

is this, ... .. Whose mouth is cover'd with rude-growing briars; Upon whose leaves are drops of new-shed bloc

As fresh as morning's dew distillid on flowers ?
A very fatal place it seems to me:-
Speak, brother, hast thou hurt thee with the fall ?

Mart. O, brother, with the dismallest objéct
That ever eye, with sight, made heart lament.
Aar. [ Aside.] Now will I fetch the king to find

them here; That he thereby may give a likely guess, How these were they that made away his brother.

[Exit. AARON. Mart. Why dost not comfort me, and help me

out From this unhallow'd and blood-stained hole?

Quin. I am surprized with an uncouth fear : A chilling sweat o'er-runs my trembling joints; My heart suspects more than mine eye can see.

Mart. To prove thou hast a true-divining heart, Aaron and thou look down into this den, And see a fearful sight of blood and death.

Quin. Aaron is gone; and my compassionate heart
Will not permit mine eyes once to behold
The thing, whereat it trembles by surmise:
O, tell me how it is; for ne'er till now
Was I a child, to fear I know not what.

Mart. Lord Bassianus lies embrewed here,
All on a heap, like to a slaughter'd lamb,
In this detested, dark, blood-drinking pit.

Quin. If it be dark, how dost thou know 'tis he?

Mart. Upon his bloody finger he doth wear
A precious ring, that lightens all the hole,
Which, like a taper in some monument,
Doth shine upon the dead man's earthy cheeks,
And shows the ragged entrails of this pit:
So pale did shine the moon on Pyramus,

SA precious ring,] There is supposed to be a gem called a cara buncle, which emits not reflected but native light. Mr. Boyle believes the reality of its existence. JOHNSON,

When he by night lay bath'd in maiden blood.
O brother, help me with thy fainting hand,
If fear hath made thee faint, as me it hath,
Out of this fell devouring receptacle,
As hateful as Cocytus' misty mouth.
** Quin. Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee

Or, wanting strength to do thee so much
I may be pluck'd into the swallowing womb
Of this deep pit, poor Bassianus' grave.
I have no strength to pluck thee to the brink:
Mart. Nor I no strength to climb without thy

To 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.


Enter SATURNINUS and Aaron.
Sat. Along with me:-I'll see what hole is he
And what he is, that now is leap'd into it.
Say, who art thou, that lately didst descend
Into this gaping hollow of the earth?

Mart. The unhappy son of old Andronici
Brought hither in a most unlucky hour,
To find thy brother Bassianus dead.
Sat. My brother dead? I know, thou dost but

jest: vii. He and his lady both are at the lodge, Upon the north side of this pleasant chase; 'Tis not an hour since I left him there.

Mart. We know not where you left him all a But, out alas! here have we found him dead.

YOL, VIII. os . O i . .

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