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Titus Andronicus
act ii   Scene III.
William Shakespeare
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       A lonely part of the forest
       Enter AARON alone, with a bag of gold
       AARON
       He that had wit would think that I had none,
       To bury so much gold under a tree
       And never after to inherit it.
       Let him that thinks of me so abjectly
       Know that this gold must coin a stratagem,
       Which, cunningly effected, will beget
       A very excellent piece of villainy.
       And so repose, sweet gold, for their unrest
       [Hides the gold]
       That have their alms out of the Empress' chest.
       Enter TAMORA alone, to the Moor
       TAMORA
       My lovely Aaron, wherefore look'st thou sad
       When everything does make a gleeful boast?
       The birds chant melody on every bush;
       The snakes lie rolled in the cheerful sun;
       The green leaves quiver with the cooling wind
       And make a chequer'd shadow on the ground;
       Under their sweet shade, Aaron, let us sit,
       And while the babbling echo mocks the hounds,
       Replying shrilly to the well-tun'd horns,
       As if a double hunt were heard at once,
       Let us sit down and mark their yellowing noise;
       And- after conflict such as was suppos'd
       The wand'ring prince and Dido once enjoyed,
       When with a happy storm they were surpris'd,
       And curtain'd with a counsel-keeping cave-
       We may, each wreathed in the other's arms,
       Our pastimes done, possess a golden slumber,
       Whiles hounds and horns and sweet melodious birds
       Be unto us as is a nurse's song
       Of lullaby to bring her babe asleep.
       AARON
       Madam, though Venus govern your desires,
       Saturn is dominator over mine.
       What signifies my deadly-standing eye,
       My silence and my cloudy melancholy,
       My fleece of woolly hair that now uncurls
       Even as an adder when she doth unroll
       To do some fatal execution?
       No, madam, these are no venereal signs.
       Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand,
       Blood and revenge are hammering in my head.
       Hark, Tamora, the empress of my soul,
       Which never hopes more heaven than rests in thee-
       This is the day of doom for Bassianus;
       His Philomel must lose her tongue to-day,
       Thy sons make pillage of her chastity,
       And wash their hands in Bassianus' blood.
       Seest thou this letter? Take it up, I pray thee,
       And give the King this fatal-plotted scroll.
       Now question me no more; we are espied.
       Here comes a parcel of our hopeful booty,
       Which dreads not yet their lives' destruction.
       Enter BASSIANUS and LAVINIA
       TAMORA
       Ah, my sweet Moor, sweeter to me than life!
       AARON
       No more, great Empress: Bassianus comes.
       Be cross with him; and I'll go fetch thy sons
       To back thy quarrels, whatsoe'er they be.
       Exit
       BASSIANUS
       Who have we here? Rome's royal Emperess,
       Unfurnish'd of her well-beseeming troop?
       Or is it Dian, habited like her,
       Who hath abandoned her holy groves
       To see the general hunting in this forest?
       TAMORA
       Saucy controller of my private steps!
       Had I the pow'r that some say Dian had,
       Thy temples should be planted presently
       With horns, as was Actaeon's; and the hounds
       Should drive upon thy new-transformed limbs,
       Unmannerly intruder as thou art!
       LAVINIA
       Under your patience, gentle Emperess,
       'Tis thought you have a goodly gift in horning,
       And to be doubted that your Moor and you
       Are singled forth to try thy experiments.
       Jove shield your husband from his hounds to-day!
       'Tis pity they should take him for a stag.
       BASSIANUS
       Believe me, Queen, your swarth Cimmerian
       Doth make your honour of his body's hue,
       Spotted, detested, and abominable.
       Why are you sequest'red from all your train,
       Dismounted from your snow-white goodly steed,
       And wand'red hither to an obscure plot,
       Accompanied but with a barbarous Moor,
       If foul desire had not conducted you?
       LAVINIA
       And, being intercepted in your sport,
       Great reason that my noble lord be rated
       For sauciness. I pray you let us hence,
       And let her joy her raven-coloured love;
       This valley fits the purpose passing well.
       BASSIANUS
       The King my brother shall have notice of this.
       LAVINIA
       Ay, for these slips have made him noted long.
       Good king, to be so mightily abused!
       TAMORA
       Why, I have patience to endure all this.
       Enter CHIRON and DEMETRIUS
       DEMETRIUS
       How now, dear sovereign, and our gracious mother!
       Why doth your Highness look so pale and wan?
       TAMORA
       Have I not reason, think you, to look pale?
       These two have 'ticed me hither to this place.
       A barren detested vale you see it is:
       The trees, though summer, yet forlorn and lean,
       Overcome with moss and baleful mistletoe;
       Here never shines the sun; here nothing breeds,
       Unless the nightly owl or fatal raven.
       And when they show'd me this abhorred pit,
       They told me, here, at dead time of the night,
       A thousand fiends, a thousand hissing snakes,
       Ten thousand swelling toads, as many urchins,
       Would make such fearful and confused cries
       As any mortal body hearing it
       Should straight fall mad or else die suddenly.
       No sooner had they told this hellish tale
       But straight they told me they would bind me here
       Unto the body of a dismal yew,
       And leave me to this miserable death.
       And then they call'd me foul adulteress,
       Lascivious Goth, and all the bitterest terms
       That ever ear did hear to such effect;
       And had you not by wondrous fortune come,
       This vengeance on me had they executed.
       Revenge it, as you love your mother's life,
       Or be ye not henceforth call'd my children.
       DEMETRIUS
       This is a witness that I am thy son.
       [Stabs BASSIANUS]
       CHIRON
       And this for me, struck home to show my strength.
       [Also stabs]
       LAVINIA
       Ay, come, Semiramis- nay, barbarous Tamora,
       For no name fits thy nature but thy own!
       TAMORA
       Give me the poniard; you shall know, my boys,
       Your mother's hand shall right your mother's wrong.
       DEMETRIUS
       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?
       CHIRON
       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.
       TAMORA
       But when ye have the honey we desire,
       Let not this wasp outlive, us both to sting.
       CHIRON
       I warrant you, madam, we will make that sure.
       Come, mistress, now perforce we will enjoy
       That nice-preserved honesty of yours.
       LAVINIA
       O Tamora! thou bearest a woman's face-
       TAMORA
       I will not hear her speak; away with her!
       LAVINIA
       Sweet lords, entreat her hear me but a word.
       DEMETRIUS
       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.
       LAVINIA
       When did the tiger's young ones teach the dam?
       O, 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.
       Yet every mother breeds not sons alike:
       [To CHIRON] Do thou entreat her show a woman's pity.
       CHIRON
       What, wouldst thou have me prove myself a bastard?
       LAVINIA
       'Tis true, the raven doth not hatch a lark.
       Yet have I 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!
       TAMORA
       I know not what it means; away with her!
       LAVINIA
       O, 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.
       TAMORA
       Hadst 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 lov'd of me.
       LAVINIA
       O Tamora, be call'd a gentle queen,
       And with thine own hands kill me in this place!
       For 'tis not life that I have begg'd so long;
       Poor I was slain when Bassianus died.
       TAMORA
       What beg'st thou, then? Fond woman, let me go.
       LAVINIA
       '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.
       TAMORA
       So should I rob my sweet sons of their fee;
       No, let them satisfy their lust on thee.
       DEMETRIUS
       Away! for thou hast stay'd us here too long.
       LAVINIA
       No grace? no womanhood? Ah, beastly creature,
       The blot and enemy to our general name!
       Confusion fall-
       CHIRON
       Nay, then I'll stop your mouth. Bring thou her husband.
       This is the hole where Aaron bid us hide him.
       DEMETRIUS throws the body of BASSIANUS into the pit; then exeunt DEMETRIUS and CHIRON, dragging off LAVINIA
       TAMORA
       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 deflower.
       Exit
       Re-enter AARON, with two of TITUS' sons, QUINTUS and MARTIUS
       AARON
       Come on, my lords, the better foot before;
       Straight will I bring you to the loathsome pit
       Where I espied the panther fast asleep.
       QUINTUS
       My sight is very dull, whate'er it bodes.
       MARTIUS
       And mine, I promise you; were it not for shame,
       Well could I leave our sport to sleep awhile.
       [Falls into the pit]
       QUINTUS
       What, art thou fallen? What subtle hole is this,
       Whose mouth is covered with rude-growing briers,
       Upon whose leaves are drops of new-shed blood
       As fresh as morning dew distill'd on flowers?
       A very fatal place it seems to me.
       Speak, brother, hast thou hurt thee with the fall?
       MARTIUS
       O brother, with the dismal'st object hurt
       That ever eye with sight made heart lament!
       AARON
       [Aside] Now will I fetch the King to find them here,
       That he thereby may have a likely guess
       How these were they that made away his brother.
       Exit
       MARTIUS
       Why dost not comfort me, and help me out
       From this unhallow'd and blood-stained hole?
       QUINTUS
       I am surprised with an uncouth fear;
       A chilling sweat o'er-runs my trembling joints;
       My heart suspects more than mine eye can see.
       MARTIUS
       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.
       QUINTUS
       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 who it is, for ne'er till now
       Was I a child to fear I know not what.
       MARTIUS
       Lord Bassianus lies beray'd in blood,
       All on a heap, like to a slaughtered lamb,
       In this detested, dark, blood-drinking pit.
       QUINTUS
       If it be dark, how dost thou know 'tis he?
       MARTIUS
       Upon his bloody finger he doth wear
       A precious ring that lightens all this 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
       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.
       QUINTUS
       Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee out,
       Or, wanting strength to do thee so much good,
       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.
       MARTIUS
       Nor I no strength to climb without thy help.
       QUINTUS
       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 the EMPEROR and AARON the Moor
       SATURNINUS
       Along with me! I'll see what hole is here,
       And what he is that now is leapt into it.
       Say, who art thou that lately didst descend
       Into this gaping hollow of the earth?
       MARTIUS
       The unhappy sons of old Andronicus,
       Brought hither in a most unlucky hour,
       To find thy brother Bassianus dead.
       SATURNINUS
       My brother dead! I know thou dost but jest:
       He and his lady both are at the lodge
       Upon the north side of this pleasant chase;
       'Tis not an hour since I left them there.
       MARTIUS
       We know not where you left them all alive;
       But, out alas! here have we found him dead.
       Re-enter TAMORA, with attendants; TITUS ANDRONICUS and Lucius
       TAMORA
       Where is my lord the King?
       SATURNINUS
       Here, Tamora; though griev'd with killing grief.
       TAMORA
       Where is thy brother Bassianus?
       SATURNINUS
       Now to the bottom dost thou search my wound;
       Poor Bassianus here lies murdered.
       TAMORA
       Then all too late I bring this fatal writ,
       The complot of this timeless tragedy;
       And wonder greatly that man's face can fold
       In pleasing smiles such murderous tyranny.
       [She giveth SATURNINE a letter]
       SATURNINUS
       [Reads] 'An if we miss to meet him handsomely,
       Sweet huntsman- Bassianus 'tis we mean-
       Do thou so much as dig the grave for him.
       Thou know'st our meaning. Look for thy reward
       Among the nettles at the elder-tree
       Which overshades the mouth of that same pit
       Where we decreed to bury Bassianus.
       Do this, and purchase us thy lasting friends.'
       O Tamora! was ever heard the like?
       This is the pit and this the elder-tree.
       Look, sirs, if you can find the huntsman out
       That should have murdered Bassianus here.
       AARON
       My gracious lord, here is the bag of gold.
       SATURNINUS
       [To TITUS] Two of thy whelps, fell curs of bloody
       kind,
       Have here bereft my brother of his life.
       Sirs, drag them from the pit unto the prison;
       There let them bide until we have devis'd
       Some never-heard-of torturing pain for them.
       TAMORA
       What, are they in this pit? O wondrous thing!
       How easily murder is discovered!
       TITUS
       High Emperor, upon my feeble knee
       I beg this boon, with tears not lightly shed,
       That this fell fault of my accursed sons-
       Accursed if the fault be prov'd in them-
       SATURNINUS
       If it be prov'd! You see it is apparent.
       Who found this letter? Tamora, was it you?
       TAMORA
       Andronicus himself did take it up.
       TITUS
       I did, my lord, yet let me be their bail;
       For, by my fathers' reverend tomb, I vow
       They shall be ready at your Highness' will
       To answer their suspicion with their lives.
       SATURNINUS
       Thou shalt not bail them; see thou follow me.
       Some bring the murdered body, some the murderers;
       Let them not speak a word- the guilt is plain;
       For, by my soul, were there worse end than death,
       That end upon them should be executed.
       TAMORA
       Andronicus, I will entreat the King.
       Fear not thy sons; they shall do well enough.
       TITUS
       Come, Lucius, come; stay not to talk with them.
       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.