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Titus Andronicus
act ii   Scene I.
William Shakespeare
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       Rome. Before the palace
       Enter AARON
       AARON
       Now climbeth Tamora Olympus' top,
       Safe out of Fortune's shot, and sits aloft,
       Secure of thunder's crack or lightning flash,
       Advanc'd above pale envy's threat'ning reach.
       As when the golden sun salutes the morn,
       And, having gilt the ocean with his beams,
       Gallops the zodiac in his glistening coach
       And overlooks the highest-peering hills,
       So Tamora.
       Upon her wit doth earthly honour wait,
       And virtue stoops and trembles at her frown.
       Then, Aaron, arm thy heart and fit thy thoughts
       To mount aloft with thy imperial mistress,
       And mount her pitch whom thou in triumph long.
       Hast prisoner held, fett'red in amorous chains,
       And faster bound to Aaron's charming eyes
       Than is Prometheus tied to Caucasus.
       Away with slavish weeds and servile thoughts!
       I will be bright and shine in pearl and gold,
       To wait upon this new-made emperess.
       To wait, said I? To wanton with this queen,
       This goddess, this Semiramis, this nymph,
       This siren that will charm Rome's Saturnine,
       And see his shipwreck and his commonweal's.
       Hullo! what storm is this?
       Enter CHIRON and DEMETRIUS, braving
       DEMETRIUS
       Chiron, thy years wants wit, thy wits wants edge
       And manners, to intrude where I am grac'd,
       And may, for aught thou knowest, affected be.
       CHIRON
       Demetrius, thou dost over-ween in all;
       And so in this, to bear me down with braves.
       'Tis not the difference of a year or two
       Makes me less gracious or thee more fortunate:
       I am as able and as fit as thou
       To serve and to deserve my mistress' grace;
       And that my sword upon thee shall approve,
       And plead my passions for Lavinia's love.
       AARON
       [Aside] Clubs, clubs! These lovers will not keep the
       peace.
       DEMETRIUS
       Why, boy, although our mother, unadvis'd,
       Gave you a dancing rapier by your side,
       Are you so desperate grown to threat your friends?
       Go to; have your lath glued within your sheath
       Till you know better how to handle it.
       CHIRON
       Meanwhile, sir, with the little skill I have,
       Full well shalt thou perceive how much I dare.
       DEMETRIUS
       Ay, boy, grow ye so brave?
       [They draw]
       AARON
       [Coming forward] Why, how now, lords!
       So near the Emperor's palace dare ye draw
       And maintain such a quarrel openly?
       Full well I wot the ground of all this grudge:
       I would not for a million of gold
       The cause were known to them it most concerns;
       Nor would your noble mother for much more
       Be so dishonoured in the court of Rome.
       For shame, put up.
       DEMETRIUS
       Not I, till I have sheath'd
       My rapier in his bosom, and withal
       Thrust those reproachful speeches down his throat
       That he hath breath'd in my dishonour here.
       CHIRON
       For that I am prepar'd and full resolv'd,
       Foul-spoken coward, that thund'rest with thy tongue,
       And with thy weapon nothing dar'st perform.
       AARON
       Away, I say!
       Now, by the gods that warlike Goths adore,
       This pretty brabble will undo us all.
       Why, lords, and think you not how dangerous
       It is to jet upon a prince's right?
       What, is Lavinia then become so loose,
       Or Bassianus so degenerate,
       That for her love such quarrels may be broach'd
       Without controlment, justice, or revenge?
       Young lords, beware; an should the Empress know
       This discord's ground, the music would not please.
       CHIRON
       I care not, I, knew she and all the world:
       I love Lavinia more than all the world.
       DEMETRIUS
       Youngling, learn thou to make some meaner choice:
       Lavina is thine elder brother's hope.
       AARON
       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
       By this device.
       CHIRON
       Aaron, a thousand deaths
       Would I propose to achieve her whom I love.
       AARON
       To achieve her- how?
       DEMETRIUS
       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 worn Vulcan's badge.
       AARON
       [Aside] Ay, and as good as Saturninus may.
       DEMETRIUS
       Then why should he despair that knows to court it
       With words, fair looks, and liberality?
       What, hast not thou full often struck a doe,
       And borne her cleanly by the keeper's nose?
       AARON
       Why, then, it seems some certain snatch or so
       Would serve your turns.
       CHIRON
       Ay, so the turn were served.
       DEMETRIUS
       Aaron, thou hast hit it.
       AARON
       Would you had hit it too!
       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?
       CHIRON
       Faith, not me.
       DEMETRIUS
       Nor me, so I were one.
       AARON
       For shame, be friends, and join for that you jar.
       'Tis policy and stratagem must do
       That you affect; and so must you resolve
       That what you cannot as you would achieve,
       You must perforce accomplish as you may.
       Take this of me: Lucrece was not more chaste
       Than this Lavinia, Bassianus' love.
       A speedier course than ling'ring languishment
       Must we pursue, and I have found the path.
       My lords, a solemn hunting is in hand;
       There will the lovely Roman ladies troop;
       The forest walks are wide and spacious,
       And many unfrequented plots there are
       Fitted by kind for rape and villainy.
       Single you thither then this dainty doe,
       And strike her home by force if not by words.
       This way, or not at all, stand you in hope.
       Come, come, our Empress, with her sacred wit
       To villainy and vengeance consecrate,
       Will we acquaint with all what we intend;
       And she shall file our engines with advice
       That will not suffer you to square yourselves,
       But to your wishes' height advance you both.
       The Emperor's court is like the house of Fame,
       The palace full of tongues, of eyes, and ears;
       The woods are ruthless, dreadful, deaf, and dull.
       There speak and strike, brave boys, and take your turns;
       There serve your lust, shadowed from heaven's eye,
       And revel in Lavinia's treasury.
       CHIRON
       Thy counsel, lad, smells of no cowardice.
       DEMETRIUS
       Sit fas aut nefas, till I find the stream
       To cool this heat, a charm to calm these fits,
       Per Styga, per manes vehor.
       Exeunt
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Dramatis Personae
act i
   Scene I.
act ii
   Scene I.
   Scene II.
   Scene III.
   Scene IV.
act iii
   Scene I.
   Scene II.
act iv
   Scene I.
   Scene II.
   Scene III.
   Scene IV.
act v
   Scene I.
   Scene II.
   Scene III.