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My noble lord and father, live in fame "I will most thankful be: and thanks, to bez Lo! at this tomb my tributary tears

Of noble ininds, is honourable meed., I render, for my brethren's obsequies;

Tit. People of Rome, and people's trihuana And at thy feet I kneel with tears of joy I ask your voices, and your suffrages; tert, Shed on the earth, for thy return to Rome: Will you bestow them friendly on Andronicas 0, bless me here with thy victorious hand, Trib. To gratify the good Andronicus, Whose fortunes Rome's best citizens applaud. And gratulate his safe return to Rome, Tit. Kind Rome, that hast thus lovingly re- The people will accept whom he admits. serv'd

Tit. Tribunes, I thank you, and this suit I The cordial of mine age to glad my heart!

make, Lavinia, live; outlive thy father's days, That you create your emperor's eldest son, And fame's eternal date, for virtue's praise !" Lord Saturnine; whose virtues will, I hope,

Reflect on Rome, as Titan's* rays on earth, Enter MARCUS ANDRONICUS, SATURNINUS, And ripen justice in this commca-weal: BASSIANUS, und others.

Then if you will elect by my advice, Mar. Long live lord Titus, my beloved Crown him, and say, - Long live our emperor!

Mar. With voices and applause of every sort, brother, Gracions triumpher in the eyes of Rome!

Patricians, and plebeians, we create
Tit. Thanks, gentle tribune, noble brother Lord Saturninus, Rome's great emperor;

And say,– Long live our emperor Suturnine !

(-4 long Flourish. Mur. And welcome, nephews, from success

Sat. Titus Andronicus, for thy favours done You that survive, and you that sleep in fame.

To us in our election this day, Fair lords, your fortunes are alike in all,

I give thee thanks in part of thy deserts,

And will with deeds requite thy gentleness: That in your country's service drew your And, for an onset, Titus, to advance swords:

Thy name, and honourable family,
But safer triumph is this funeral pomp, Lavinia will I make my emperess,
That hath aspir'd to Solon's bappiness,
And triumphs over chance in honour's bed.-

Rome's royal mistress, mistress of my heart,

And in the sacred Pantheon her espouse
Titus Andronicus, the people of Rome,
Whose friend in justice thou hast ever been,

Tell me, Andronicus, doth this motion please

thee? Send thee by me, their tribune, and their trust, This palliament of white and spotless hue;

Tit. It doth, my worthy lord ; and, in this

match, And name thee in election for the empire, With these our late-deceased emperor's sons :

I hold me highly honour'd of your grace: Be candidatus then, and put it on,

And here, in sight of Rome, to Saturnine, And help to set a head on headless Rome.

King and commander of our common-weal, Tit. A better head her glorious body fits,

The wide world's emperor,-do I consecrate Than his, that shakes for age and feebleness :

My sword, my chariot, and my prisoners ; What! should I donşthis robe, and trouble Receive them then, the tribute that Iowe,

Presents well worthy Rome's imperial lord: Be chosen with proclamations to-day ;.. (you? Mine honour's ensigns humbled at thy feet: To-morrow, yield up rule, resign my life, And set abroad new business for you all ?

Sat. Thanks, noble Titus, father of my life! Rome, I have been thy soldier forty years,

How proud I am of thee, and of thy gifts, And buried one and twenty valiant sons,

Rome shall record ; and, when I do forget Knighted in field, slain manfully in arms,

The least of these unspeakable deserts, In right and service of their noble country:

Romans, forget your fealty to me. Give me a staff of honour for mine age,

Tit. Now, madam, are you prisoner to ad emperor;

[To TAMORA. But not a sceptre to control the world:

To him, that for your honour and your state, Upright he held it, lords, that held it last. Mar. Titus, thou shalt obtain and ask the Will use you nobly, and your followers.

Sat. A goodly lady, trust me; of the hue empery. Sut. Proud and ambitious tribune, canst Clear up, fair queen, that cloudy countenance;

That I would choose, were I to choose anew.thou tell ?

Thouglichance of war hath wrought this change Tit. Patience, prince Saturnine.

of cheer, Sat. Romans, do me right;-. Patricians, draw your swords, and sheath Princely shall be thy usage every way.

Thou com'st not to be inade a scorn in Rome: them not Till Saturninus be Rome's emperor:

Rest on my word, and let not discontent Andronicus, 'would thou wert shipp'd to hell, Daunt all your hopes; Madam, he comforts


[Goths.Rather than rob me of the people's hearts. Luc. Proud Saturnine, interrupter of the Lavinia, you are not displeas'd with this?

Can make you greater than the queen of good That noble-minded Titus means to thee!

Lar. Not I, my lord ; sitht true nobility

Warrants these words in princely courtesy. Tit. Content thee, prince; I will restore to

Sat. Thanks, sweet Lavinia.–Romans, let thee

us go The people's hearts, and wean them from Ransonless here we set our prisoners free:

themselves. Bas. Andronicus, I do not flatter thee,

Proclaim our honours, lords, with trump and

drum. But honour thee, and will do till I die ; My faction if thou strengthen with thy friends,

Cits. Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is mine.

(Seizing LISTA.

Tit. How, Sir? Are you in earnest then, uit * Fle wishes that her life may be longer than his, and her praise longer than fime.

lord ? + The maxim alluded to is, that no man can be pro

Bas. Ay, noble Titus; and resols'ü withal aganor d happy before his death. {I. e. Do on, put it on

* The sun.


A robe


than so,


803 To do myself this reason and this right.

Tam. And here, in sight of heaven, to Rome {The Emperor courts TAMORA in dumb

I swear, show.

If Saturnine advance the queen of Goths, Mar. Suum cuique is our Roman justice: She will a handmaid be to his desires, This prince in justice seizeth but his own. A loving nurse, a mother to his youth. Luc. And that he will, and shall, if Lucius Sat. Ascend, fair queen, Pantheon :-Lords, live.

accompany Tit. Traitors, avaunt! Where is the emper. Your noble emperor, and his lovely bride, or's guard?

Sent by the heavens for prince Saturnine, Treason, my lord; Lavinia is surpris'd. Whose wisdom hath her fortune conquered: Sat, Surpris'd! by whom?

There shall we cónsummate our spousal rites. Bus. By him that justly may

[Exeunt SATURNINUS, and his FollowBear his betroth'd from all the world away.

ers; TAMORA, und her Sons; AARON, [Exeunt MARCUS and BASSIANUS, with

ard Goths. LAVINIA.

Tit. I am not bid* to wait upon this bride ;Mut. Brothers, help to convey her hence Titus, when wert thou wont to talk alone, away,

Dishonour'd thus, and challenged of wrongs? And with my sword I'll keep this door safe. [Exeunt Lucius, QUINTUS, and MAR

Re-enter MARCUS, Lucius, Quintus, and

MARTIUS. Tit. Follow my lord, and I'll soon bring her Mar. O, Titus, see, O, see, what thou hast back.

In a bad quarrel slain a virtuous son. [done! Mut. My lord, you pass not here.

Tit. No, foolish tribune, no; no son of Tit. What, villain boy!

mine, Barr’st me my way in Rome ?

Nor thon, nor these, confederates in the deed
[Titus kills MUTIUS. That hath dishonour'd all our family;
Mut. Help, Lucius, help.

Unworthy brother, and unworthy sons !
Re-enter Lucius.

Luc. But let us give him burial as becomes;

Give Mutius burial with our brethren.
Luc. My lord, you are unjust: and, more Tit. Traitors, away! be rests not in this

tomb. In wrongful quarrel you have slain your son. This monument five hundred years hath stood,

Tit. Nor thou, nor he, are any sons of mine: Which I have sumptuously re-edified : My sons would never so dishonour me: Here none but soldiers, and Rome's servitors, Traitor, restore Lavinia to the emperor. Repose in fame; none basely slain in brawls:Luc. Dead, if you will: but not to be his Bury him where you can, he comes not here. wife,

Mur. My lord, this is impiety in you : That is another's lawful promis'd love. (E.rit. My nephew Mutius' deeds do plead for him; Sat. No, Titus, no; the emperor needs her | He must be buried with his brethren. not,

Quin. Murt. And shall, or him we will acNot her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock:

company. I'll trust, by leisure, him that mocks me once; Tit. And shall? What villain was it spoke Thee never, nor thy traitorous haughty sons,

that word? Confederates all thus to dishonour me.


Quin. He that would vouch't in any place Was there none else in Rome to make a stale*

but here. But Saturnine? Full well, Andronicus,

Tit. What, would you bury him in my de. Agree these deeds with that proud brag of

spite ? thine,

Mar. No, noble Titus; but entreat of thee That said'st, I begg’d the empire at thy hands. To pardon Mutius, and to bury him. Tit. () monstrous! what reproachful words Tit. Marcus, even thou hast struck upon my are these?

crest, Sat. But go thy ways; go, give that changing And, with these boys, mine honour thou hast piece

wounded: To him that flourish'd for her with his sword : My foes I do repute you every one; A valiant son-in-law thou shalt enjoy;

So trouble me no more, but get you gone. One fit to bandy with thy lawless sons,

Mart. He is not with himself; let us withTo rufflet in the commonwealth of Rome.

draw. Tit. These words are razors to my wounded Quin. Not I, till Mutius' bones be buried. heart.

(Marcus and the Sons of Titus kneel. Sat. And therefore, lovely Tamora, queen Mar. Brother, for in that name doth nature of Goths,


plead. That like the stately Phoebe 'mongst her Quin. Father, and in that name doth nature Dost overshine the gallant'st dames of Rome,

speak. If thou be pleas'd with this my sudden choice, Tit. Speak thou no more, if all the rest will Behold, I choose thee, Tamora, for my bride,

speed. And will create thee emperess of Rome.

Mar. Renowned Titus, more than half my Speak, queen of Goths, dost thou applaud my

soul, choice?

Luc. Dear father, soul and substance of us And here I swear by all the Roman gods,

all, Sith priest and holy water are so near,

Mar. Suffer thy brother Marcus to inter
And tapers burn so bright, and every thing His noble nephew here in virtue's nest,
In readiness for Hymereus stand, -

That died in honour and Livinia's cause.
I will not re-salute the streets of Rome, Thou art a Roman, be not barbarous.
Or climb my palace, till from forth this place The Greeks upon advice, did bury Ajax
I lead espous'd my bride along with me. That slew himself; and wise Laertes' soa

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Did graciously plead for his funerals. Then, at my suit, look graciously on him;
Let not young Mutius then, that was thy joy, Lose not so noble a friend on vain supposed
Be harr'd his entrance here.

Nor with sour looks afflict his gentle beart.Tit. Rise, Marcus, rise:

My lord, be rul’d by me, be won at last, (A siue. The dismalí'st day is this, that e'er I saw,- Dissenible all your griefs and discontenis: To be dishonour'd by my sons in Rome!- You are but newly planted in your throne; Well, bury him, and bury me the next. Lest then the people, and patricians too,

[Mutius is put into the Tomb. Upon a just survey, take Titus' pari, Luc. There lie thy bones, sweet Mutius, with And so supplant us for ingratitude, tly friends,

(Which Rome reputes to be a heinous sin,) Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomb!- Yield at entreats, and then let me alone:

AU. No man shed tears for noble Mutius; I'll find a day to massacre them all,
He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause. And raze their faction, and their family,
Mar. My lord,—to step out of these dreary The cruel father, and his trailorous sons,
dumps, -

To whom I sued for my dear son's life;
How comes it, that the subtle queen of Goths And make them know, what 'tis to let a queen
ls of a sudden thus advanc'd in Rome? Kneel in the streets, and beg for grace in
Tit. I know not, Marcus; but, I know, it is;

vain Whether by device, or no, the heavens can tell: Come, come, sweet emperor,-come, AndroniIs she not then beholden to the man

cus, That brought her for this high good turn so far? Take up this good old man, and cheer the heart Yes, and will nobly him remunerate.

That dies in tempest of thy angry frown.

Sat. Rise, Titus, rise; my empress hath Flourish. Re-enter, at one side, SATURNINUS,

prevail'd. attended; TAMORA, CHIRON, DEMETRIOS, Tit. I thank your majesty, and her, my lord: and AARON: At the other, BASSIANUS, LAVI. These ds, these looks, ipfuse new life in NIA, and others. Sut. So Bassianus, you have play'd your A Roman now adopted happily,

Tam. Titus, I am incorporate in Rome, prize; God give you joy, Sir, of your gallant bride.

And must advise the emperor for his good. Bus. And you of yours, my lord: I say no And let it be mine honour, good my lord,

This day all quarrels die, Andronicus ;more, Nor wish no less; and so I take my leave.

That I have reconcil'd your friends and you.Sat. Traitor, if Rome have law, or we have For you, prince Bassianus, I have passà

My word and promise to the emperor, power, Thou and thy faction shall repent this rape.

That you will be more mild and tractable. Bas. Rape, call you it, my lord, to seize my By my advice, all humbled on your knees,

And lear not, lords,-and you, Lavinia ;own, My true-betrothed love, and now my wife?

You shall ask pardon of his majesty. But let the laws of Rome determine all;

Luc. We do; and vow to heaven, and to his Mean while I am possess'd of that is mine.

highness, Sat. 'Tis good, Sir: You are very short with That, what we did, was mildly, as we might,

Tend'ring our sister's honour, and our own. us; But, if we live, we'll be as sharp with you.

Mar. That on mine honour here I do pro

test. Bas. My lord, what I have done, as best I

Sat. Away, and talk not; trouble us no may, Answer I must, and shall do with my life.

more.Only thus much I give your grace to know,

Tum. Nay, nay, sweet emperor, we must all

be friends: By all the duties that I owe to Rome, This noble gentleman, lord Titus here,

The tribune and bis nephews kneel for grace; Is in opinion, and in honour, wrong'd;

I will not be denied. Sweet heart, look back. That, in the rescue of Lavinia,

Sat. Marcus, for thy sake, and thy brother's With his own hand did slay his youngest son, I do remit these young men's heinous faults.

And at my lovely Tamora's entreats, (here, In zeal to you, and highly mov'd to wrath To be control'd in that he frankly gave: Receive him then to-favour, Saturnine;

Lavinia, though you left me like a churl, That hath express'd himself, in all his deeds,

I found a friend, and sure as death I swore, A father, and a friend, to thee, and Rome.

I would not part a bachelor from the priest. Tit. Prince Bassianus, leave to plead my

Come, if the emperor's court can feast two deeds;

brides, 'Tis thou, and those, that have dishonourd me: This day shall be a love-day, Tamora.

You are my guest, Lavinia, and your friends : Rome and the righteous heavens

be my judge, How I have lov'd and honour'd Saturnine!

Tit. To-morrow, an it please your majesty,

To hunt the panther and the hart with me, Tam. My worthy lord, if ever Tamora Were gracious in those princely eyes of thine, With horn and hound, we'll give your grace Then hear me speak indifferently for all;

bonjour. And at my suit, sweet, pardon what is past.

Sat. Be it so, Titus, and gramercy too. Sat. What! madam! be dishonour'd openly,

(Exeunt. And basely put it up without revenge?

Tam. Not so, my lord; The gods of Rome;

I should be author to dishonour you!

SCENE 1.-The same. Before the Pulace. But on mine honour, dare I undertake

Enter AARON. For gond lord Titus' innocence in all,

Aar. Now climbeth Tamora Olympus' top, W bose fury, not dissembled, speaks his griefs: Safe vut of fortune's shot: avd sits aloft, . forbid

Secure of thunder's crack, or lightning's fash;

Stand up.

Advanc'd above pale envy's threat'ning reach. It is to jut upon a prince's right?

a do when the golden sun salutes the morn, What, is Lavinia then become so loose, And, having gilt the ocean with his beams, Or Bassianus so degenerate, (broach'd. Gallops the zodiac in his glistering coach, That for her love such quarrels may be And overlooks the highest-peering hills; Without controlment, justice, or revenge? So Tamora.

Young lords, beware!-an should the empress Upon her wit doth earthly honour wait,


(please. And virtue stoops and trembles at her frown, This discord's ground, the music would not Then, Aaron, arm thy heart, and fit thy Chi. I care nut, I, knew she and all the thoughts,

world; To mount aloft with thy imperial mistress, I love Lavinia more than all the world. And mount hier pitch ; whom thou in triumph Dem. Youngling, learn thou to make some long

meaner choice: Hast prisoner held, fetter'd in amorous chains; Lavinia is thine elder brother's hope. And faster bound to Aaron's charming eyes, Aur. Why, are ye mad? or know ye not, ir Than is Prometheus tied to Caucasus.

How furious and impatient they be, (Rom: Away with slavish weeds, and idle thoughts! And cannot brook competitors in love? I will be bright, and shine in pearl and gold, I tell you, lords, you do but plot your deatlis To wait upon this new-made emperess.

By this device.
'To wait, said I ? to wanton with this queen, Chi. Aaron, a thousand deaths
This goddess, this Semiramis ;-this queen, Would I propose, to achieve her whom I love.
This syren, that will charm Rome's Saturnine, Aar. To achieve her!-How ?
And see his shipwreck, and his commonweal's. Dem. Why makest thou it so strange ?
Holla! what storm is this?

She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd;
Enter CHIRON and DEMETRIUS, braring.

She is a woman, therefore may be won;

She is Lavinja, therefore must be lov'd. Dem. Chiron, thy years want wit, thy wit What, man! more water glideth by the mill wants edge,

Than wots the miller of; and easy it is And manners, to intrude where I ain grac'd; Of a cut loaf to steal a shive, we know: And may, for aught thou know'st, affected be. Though Bassianus be the emperor's brother,

Chi. Demetrius, thou dost overween in all; Better than he have yet worn Vulcan's badge. And so in this to bear me down with braves. Aar. Ay, and as good as Saturninus may. "Tis not the difference of a year, or two,

[Aside. Jakes me less gracious, thee more fortunate: Dem. Then why should he despair, that I am as able, and as fil, as thou,

knows to court it To serve, and to deserve my mistress' grace ;* With words, fair looks, and liberality ? And that my sword upon thee shall approve, What, hast thou not full often struck a doe, And plead my passions for Lavinia's love. And borne her cleanly by the keeper's nose ? Aar. Clubs, clubs !+ these lovers will not Aar. Why then, it seems, some certain keep the peace.

spatch, or so
Dem. Why, boy, although our mother, un- Would serve your turps.

Chi. Ay, so the turn were serv'd.
Gave you a dancing-rapiert by your side, Dem. Aaron, thou hast hit it.
Are you so desperate grown, to threat your Aar. 'Would you had hit it too;

(sheath, Then should not we be tir'd with this ado.
Go to; have your lath glued within your Why, hark ye, hark ye,-And are you such
Till you know better how to handle it.

Chi. Mean while, Sir, with the little skill 1 To squaret for this? Would it offend you then

That both should speed ?
Full well shalt thou perceive how much I dare. Chi. J'faith, not me.
Dem. Ay, boy, grow ye so brave?

Dem. Nor me,

[They draw. So I were one. Aar. Why, how now, lords?

Aar. For shame, be friends; and join for So near the emperor's palace dare you draw,

that you jar.
And maintain such a quarrel openly?

'Tis policy and stratagem must do
Full well I wotę the ground of all this grudge; That you'affect; and so must you resolve;
I would not for a million of gold, Icerns : That what you cannot,

as you would, achieve, :
The cause were known to them it most con. You must perforce accomplish as you may.
Nor would your noble mother, for much more, Take this of me, Lucrece was not more chaste
Be so dishonour'd in the court of Rome. Than this Lavinia, Bassianus' love.
For shame, put up:

A speedier course than lingering languishment
Dem. Notl; till I have sheath'd

Must we pursue, and I have found the path. My rapier in his bosom, and, withal,

My lords, a solemn hunting is in hand;
Thrust these reproachful speeches down his There will the lovely Roman ladies troop:

The forest walks are wide and spacious;
That he hath breath'd in my dishonour here. And many unfrequented plots there are,
Chi. For that I am prepar'd and full re- Fitted by kindt for rape and villany:

(tongue, Single you thither then this dainty doe,
Foul-spoken coward! that thunder'st with thy And strike her home by force, if not by words:
And with thy weapon nothing dar’st perform. This way, or not at all, stand you in hope.
Aar. Away, I say:-

Come, come, our empress, with her sacreds
Now by the go:ls, that warlike Goths adore, To villany and vengeance consecrate, (wit,
This petty brabole will undo us all.-

Will we acquaint with all that we intend; Why, lorus -and think you not how dangerous And she shall file our engines with advice,

That will not suffer you to square yourselves, Farour, + This or the usual outcry for assistance, when any riol inila streer happened.

Slice. + Quarrel. By ratun : A word vorn 'a duity.


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But to your wishes' height advance you both. When every thing doth make a gleeful boast!
The emperor's court is like the house of fame, The birds chant melody on every bush ;
The palace full of tongues, of eyes, of ears: The snake lies rolled in the cheerful sun;,
The woods are ruthless, dreadful, deaf, and The green leaves quiver with the cooling wind,

And make a chequer'd shadow on the ground: There speak, and strike, brave boys, and take Under their sweet shade, Aaron, let us sit, your turns:

[eye, And-whilst the babbling echo mocks the There serve your lust, shadow'd from heaven's

hounds, And revel in Lavinia's treasury.

Replying shrilly to the well-tun'd horns, Chi. Thy counsel, lad, smells of no cowar. As it a double hunt were heard at once, dice.

Let us sit down, and mark their yelling noise: Dem. Sit fas aut nefus, till I find the stream And--aster conflict, such as was suppos d To cool this heat, a charm to calm these fits, The wandering prince of Dido once enjoy', Per Styga, per manes rehor.

[Exeunt. When with a happy storm they were surpris'd,

And curtain'd with a counsel-keeping cave,SCENE II.-A Forest near Rome. -A Lodge We may, each wreathed in the other's arms,

seen at a distance. Horns, and cry of Hounds Our pastimes done, possess a golden slunuber; heard.

Whiles hounds, and horns, and sweet nelo Enter Titus ANDRONICUS, with Hunters, &c.

dious birds, MARCUS, LuciuS, QUINtus, and Martius. Be unto us, as is a nurse's song, Tit. The hunt is up, the morn is bright and Orlullaby, to bring her babe asleep. grey,


Aar. Madam, though Venus govern your The fields are fragrant, and the woods are Saturn is dominator over mine:

desires, Upcouple here, and let us make a bay, And wake the emperor and his lovely bride,

What signifies my deadly-standing, eye, And rouse the prince; and ring a hunter's peal, My fleece of woolly hair that now uncurls,

My silence, and my cloudy melancholy?
That all the court may echo with the noise.
Sons, let it be your charge, as it is ours,

Even as an adder, when she doth unroll
To tend the emperor's person carefully :

To do some fatal execution? I have been troubled in my sleep this night,

No, madam, these are no venereal signs; But dawning day new con fort hath inspir'd.

Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand,

Blood and revenge are hammering in my head. Ilorns wind a Peal. Enter SATURNINUS, TAMO- Hark; Tamora,—the empress of my soul,

RA, Bassianus, Lavinia, CHIRON, 'DEME-Which never hopes more heaven than rests in TRIUS, and Attendants.


This is the day of doom for Bassianus; Tit. Many good morrows to your majesty ;- His Philomel* must lose her tongue to-day: Madam, to you as many and as good!

Thy sons make pillage of her chastity, I promised your grace a hunter's peal.

And wash their hands in Bassianus' blood. Sat. And you have rung it lustily, my lords, Seest thou this letter? Take it up I pray thee, Somewhat too early for new-married ladies. Bas. Lavinia, how say you?

And give the king this fatal-ploited scroll:Lar. I say, no;,

Now question me no more, we are espied; I have beep broad awake two hours and more.

Here comes a parcelt of our hopeful booty,

Which dreads not yet their lives' destruction, Sut. Come on then, horse and chariots let us have,

Tum. Ah, my sweet Moor, sweeter to me

than life! And to our sport:-Madam, now shall ye see Our Roman hunting.

Aar. No more, great empress, Bassianus

[To TAMORA. Mar. 1 have dogs, my lord, Will rouse the proudest panther in the chase, To back thy quarrels, whatsoe'er they be.

Be cross with him; and I'll go fetch thy sons And climb the highest promontory top:

[Crit. Tit. And I have horse will follow where the game


Enter Bassianus and LAVINIA. Makes way, and run like swallows o'er the

Bus. Who have we here? Rome's royal em. Dem. Chiron, we hunt not, we, with horse

peress, nor hound,

Unfurnish'd of her well-beseeming troop? But hope to pluck a dainty doe to ground.

Or is it Dian, habited like her ;

(Exeunt. Who bath abandoned her holy groves, SCENE III.- A desert Part of the Forest.

To see the general hunting in this forest?

Tam. Saucy controller of our private steps! Enter A ARON, with a Bag of Gold. Had I the power, that, some say, Dian had, Aar. He, that had wit, would think that 1 Thy temples should be planted presently

With horns, as was Actæon's; and the hounds To bury so much gold under a tree,

Should drive upon thy new transformed limbs, And never after to inherit* it.

Unmannerly intruder as thou art! Let him, that thinks of me so abjectly,

Lav. Under your patience, gentle emperess, Know, that this gold must coin a stratagem;

'Tis thought you have a goodly gist in horning; Which, cunningly effected, will beget

And to be doubted, that your Moor and you A very excellent piece of villany;

Are singled forth to try experiments: (day! And so repose, sweet gold, for iheir unrest,t Jove shield your husband from his hounds to

[Alides the Gold. 'Tis pity, they should take him for a siag. s'hat have their alms out of the empress' chest. Bus. Believe me, queen, your swarth Cim.

merian Enter Tamora.

Doth make your honour of bis body's hue, Tam. My lovely Aaron, wherefore look’st Spotted, deiested, and abominable.

thou sad, Possess. + Disquiet. * See Ovid's Metamorphoses, Book VI,



had none,

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