A barren and detefted Vale you fee it is. Should ftraight fall mad, or elfe die fuddenly. But ftreight they told me they would bind me here, And leave me to this miferable Death. Struck home to fhew, my Strength. [Stabs Baf. Lav, I come, Semiramis, nay barbarous Tamora, For no Name fits thy Nature but thy own. Tam. Give me thy Poniard; you fhall know, my Boys, Your Mother's Hand fhall 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 ftood upon her Chastity, Upon her Nuptial Vow, her Loyalty, And with that painted hope the braves your Mightiness; And fhall the carry this unto her Grave? Chi. And if the do, I would I were an Eunuch. Drag hence her Husband to fome fecret Hole, Tam. Tam. But when you have the Honey you defire, Let not this Wafp out-live us both to fting. Chi. I warrant you, Madam, we will make that fure; Lav. O Tamora, thou bear'ft a Woman's Face Lav. When did the Tyger's young ones teach the Dam? Yet every Mother breeds not Sons alike; Wouldst thou have me prove my self a Bastard? The Raven doth not hatch a Lark: Yet have I heard, O could I find it now, Tam. I know not what it means; away with her. Tam. Hadft thou in Perfon ne'er offended me, Remember, Boys, I pour'd forth Tears in vain, And And with thine own Hands kill me in this Place ; Tam. What begg'ft thou then? Fond Woman, let me go. Lav. 'Tis prefent Death I beg, and one thing more, That Womanhood denies my Tongue to tell: O keep me from their worfe than killing Luft, Where never Man's Eye may behold my Body: Tam. So fhould I rob my fweet Sons of their Fee, No Woman-hood? Ah beaftly Creature, The blot and Enemy of our general Name; Chi. Nay, then I'll ftop your Mouth Bring thou her Husband: [Dragging off Lavinia. This is the hole where Aaron bid us hide him. [Exeunt. Tam. Farewel, my Sons, fee that ye make her fure; 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. Enter Aaron, with Quintus and Marcus. [Exit. Aaron. Come on, my Lords, the better Foot before, Strait will I bring you to the loathsom Pit, Where I efpied the Panther faft afleep. Quin. My fight is very dull, what e'er it bodes.. Mar. And mine, I promise you; were it not for fhame, Well could I leave our Sport to fleep a while. Quin. What, art thou fallen? What fubtle Hole is this, [Marcus falls into the Pit. Whofe Mouth is covered with rude growing Briars? Speak, Brother, haft thou hurt thee with the fall?. With With the difmal'ft Object That ever Eye, with fight, made Heart lament. Aar. 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 Aaron. Mar. Why doft not comfort me, and help me out, From this unhallow'd and blood-ftained Hole? Quin. I am furprized with an uncouth fear; And my compaffionate Heart Will not permit mine Eyes once to behold Mar. Lord Baffianus lyes embrewed here, Quin. If it be dark, how do'ft thou know 'tis he? As hateful as Cocytus mifty Mouth. Quin. Reach me thy Hand, that I may help thee out, Or wanting ftrength, to do thee fo much good, I may be pluck'd into the fwallowing Womb Of this deep Pit, poor Baffianus Grave: I have no ftrength to pluck thee to the brink. Mar. Nor I no ftrength to climb without thy help Quin. Quin. Thy hand once more, I will not lofe again, 'Till thou art here aloft, or I below: Thou can'ft not come to me, I come to thee. [Both fall in. Sat. Along with me, I'll fee what Hole is here, Mar. The unhappy Son of old Andronicus, Sat. My Brother dead? I know thou doft but jest, Upon the North-fide of this pleasant Chase, 'Tis not an hour fince I left him there. Mar. We know not where you left him all alive, But out, alas, here have we found him dead. Enter Tamora, Andronicus, and Lucius. Tam. Where is my Lord, the King? Sat. Here Tamora, though griev'd with killing Grief. Sat. Now to the bottom doft thou fearch my Wound, Poor Baffianus here lyes murthered. Tam. Then all too late I bring this fatal Writ, And wonder greatly that Man's Face can fold [She giveth Saturninus a Letter. Saturninus reads the Letter. And if we miss to meet him handfomly, Sat. Oh Tamora, was ever heard the like? Aar. |