453 indifferently] impartially.
456 put it up] put up with it.
458 I should be author … you] I should do anything derogatory to you.
459 undertake] become surety, pledge my word.
463 suppose] surmise.
472 Yield at entreats] Yield to entreaties.
480 Take up] Lift up, cause to rise.
499 Tendering] Having tender regard for.
504 look back] reconsider
506 entreats] entreaties.
514 a love-day] a day of friendly settlement, of reconciliation.
518 gramercy] A French phrase for “grand merci” (i.e., best thanks); “bonjour” has much the same significance in the previous line.
ACT II.
SCENE I. 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,4
Advanced above pale envy’s threatening reach.
As when the golden sun salutes the morn,
And, having gilt the ocean with his beams,
Gallops the zodiac in his glistering coach,
And overlooks the highest-peering hills;
So Tamora: 10
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 long15
Hast prisoner held, fetter’d in amorous chains,
And faster bound to Aaron’s charming eyes17
Than is Prometheus tied to Caucasus.
Away with slavish weeds and servile thoughts!
I will be bright, and shine in pearl and gold, 20
To wait upon this new-made empress.
To wait, said I? to wanton with this queen,
This goddess, this Semiramis, this nymph,23
This siren, that will charm Rome’s Saturnine,
And see his shipwreck and his commonweal’s.
Holloa! what storm is this?
Enter DEMETRIUS and CHIRON, braving
DEM. Chiron, thy years want wit, thy wit wants edge,
And manners, to intrude where I am graced,
And may, for aught thou know’st, affected be.29
CHI. Demetrius, thou dost over-ween in all,30
And so in this, to bear me down with braves.
’T is 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,36
And plead my passions for Lavinia’s love.
AAR. Aside] Clubs, clubs! these lovers will not keep the peace.38
DEM. Why, boy, although our mother, unadvised,39
Gave you a dancing-rapier by your side, 40
Are you so desperate grown, to threat your friends?
Go to; have your lath glued within your sheath42
Till you know better how to handle it.
CHI. Meanwhile, sir, with the little skill I have,
Full well shalt thou perceive how much I dare.
DEM. Ay, boy, grow ye so brave? [They draw.
AAR. [Coming forward] Why, how now, lords!
So near the emperor’s palace dare you draw,
And maintain such a quarrel openly?
Full well I wot the ground of all this grudge:50
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 dishonour’d in the court of Rome.
For shame, put up.
DEM. Not I, till I have sheathed
My rapier in his bosom, and withal
Thrust those reproachful speeches down his throat,
That he hath breathed in my dishonour here.
CHI. For that I am prepared and full resolved. 60
Foul-spoken coward! that thunder’st with thy tongue,
And with thy weapon nothing darest perform.
AAR. Away, I say!
Now, by the gods that warlike Goths adore,
This petty brabble will undo us all.
Why, lords, and think you not how dangerous
It is to jet upon a prince’s right?67
What, is Lavinia then become so loose,
Or Bassianus so degenerate,
That for her love such quarrels may be broach’d 70
Without controlment, justice, or revenge?
Young lords, beware! an should the empress know
This discord’s ground, the music would not please.73
CHI. I care not, I, knew she and all the world:
I love Lavinia more than all the world.
DEM. Youngling, learn thou to make some meaner choice:
Lavinia is thine elder brother’s hope.
AAR. Why, are ye mad? or know ye not, in Rome
How furious and impatient they be,
And cannot brook competitors in love? 80
I tell you, lords, you do but plot your deaths By this device.
CHI. Aaron, a thousand deaths
Would I propose to achieve her whom I love.
AAR. To achieve her! how?84
DEM. Why makest 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 loved.
What, man! more water glideth by the mill 90
Than wots the miller of; and easy it is
Of a cut loaf to steal a shive, we know:92
Though Bassianus be the emperor’s brother,
Better than he have worn Vulcan’s badge.94
AAR. [Aside] Ay, and as good as Saturninus may.
DEM. 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?99
AAR. Why, then, it seems, some certain snatch or so 100
Would serve your turns.
CHI. Ay, so the turn were served.
DEM. Aaron, thou hast hit it.
AAR. Would you had hit it too!
Then should not we be tired with this ado.
Why, hark ye, hark ye! and are you such fools
To square for this? would it offend you,107
then, That both should speed?
CHI. Faith, not me.
DEM. Nor me, so I were one. 110
AAR. For shame, be friends, and join for that you jar:111
’T is 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.118
A speedier course than lingering languishment Must we pursue, and I have found the path.
My lords, a solemn hunting is in hand; 120
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 villany:124
Single you thither then this dainty doe,125
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 wit128
To villany and vengeance consecrate,
Will we acquaint with all that we intend; 130
And she shall file our engines with advice,131
That will not suffer you to square yourselves,132
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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, shadow’d from heaven’s eye,
And revel in Lavinia’s treasury.
CHI. Thy counsel, lad, smells of no cowardice. 140
DEM. Sit fas aut nefas, till I find the stream141
To cool this heat, a charm to calm these fits,
Per Styga, per manes vehor.
[Exeunt.
SCENE II. A Forest near Rome. Horns and Cry of Hounds Heard.
Enter TITUS ANDRONICUS, with Hunters, &c., MARCUS, LUCIUS, QUINTUS, and MARTIUS
TIT. The hunt is up, the morn is bright and grey,1
The fields are fragrant, and the woods are green:
Uncouple here, and let us make a bay,3
And wake the emperor and his lovely bride,
And rouse the prince, and ring a hunter’s peal,
That all the court may echo with the noise.
Sons, let it be your charge, as it is ours,
To attend the emperor’s person carefully.
I have been troubled in my sleep this night,
But dawning day new comfort hath inspired. 10
A cry of hounds, and horns winded in a peal. Enter SATURNINUS, TAMORA, BASSINUNS, LAVINIA, DEMETRIUS, CHIRON, and their Attendants.
Many good morrows to your majesty;
Madam, to you as many and as good:
I promised your grace a hunter’s peal.
SAT. And you have rung it lustily, my lords;
Somewhat too early for new-married ladies.
BAS. Lavinia, how say you?
L AV. I say, no;
I have been broad awake two hours and more.
SAT. Come on then; horse and chariots let us have,
And to our sport. [To Tamora] Madam, now shall ye see 20
Our Roman hunting.
MARC. I have dogs, my lord,
Will rouse the proudest panther in the chase,
And climb the highest promontory top.
TIT And I have horse will follow where the game
Makes way, and run like swallows o’er the plain.
DEM. Chiron, we hunt not, we, with horse nor hound,
But hope to pluck a dainty doe to ground.
[Exeunt.
SCENE III. A Lonely Part of the Forest.
Enter AARON, with a bag of gold
AAR. 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 abjectly3
Know that this gold must coin a stratagem,
Which, cunningly effected, will beget
A very excellent piece of villany:
And so repose, sweet gold, for their unrest [Hides the gold.
That have their alms out of the empress’ chest.8
Enter TAMORN,
TAM. My lovely Aaron, wherefore look’st thou sad, 10
When every thing doth make a gleeful boast?
The birds chant melody on every bush;
The snake lies rolled in the cheerful sun;13
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, whilst the babbling echo mocks the hounds,
Replying shrilly to the well-tuned horns,
As if a double hunt were heard at once,
Let us sit down and mark their yellowing noise; 20
And, after conflict such as was supposed
The wandering prince and Dido once enjoy’d,
When with a happy storm they were surprised,23
And curtain’d with a counsel-keeping cave,
We may, each wreathed in the other’s arms,
Our pastimes done, possess a golden slumber;26
Whiles hounds and horns and sweet melodious birds
Be unto us as is a nurse’s song
Of lullaby to bring her babe asleep.
AAR. Madam, though Venus govern your desires, 30
Saturn is dominator over mine:31
What signifies my deadly-standing eye,32
My silence and my cloudy melancholy,
My fleece of woolly hair that now uncurls
Even as an adder when she doth unroll35
To do some fatal execution?
No, madam, these are no venereal signs:37
Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand,
Blood and revenge are hammering in my head.
Hark, Tamora, the empress of my soul, 40
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,43
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,49
Which dreads not yet their lives’ destruction. 50
TAM. Ah, my sweet Moor, sweeter to me than life!
AAR. 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.
Enter BASSINUNS and LAVINIA
BAS. Who have we here? Rome’s royal empress,
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?
TAM. Saucy controller of my private steps! 60
Had I the power that some say Dian had,
Thy temples should be planted presently
With horns, as was Actæon’s, and the hounds
Should drive upon thy new-transformed limbs,64
Unmannerly intruder as thou art!
LAV. Under your patience, gentle empress,
’T is thought you have a goodly gift in horning;
And to be doubted that your Moor and you
Are singled forth to try experiments:
Jove shield your husband from his hounds to-day! 70
’T is pity they should take him for a stag.
BAS. Believe me, queen, your swarth Cimmerian
Doth make your honour of his body’s hue,
Spotted, detested, and abominable.
Why are you sequester’d from all your train,
Dismounted from your snow-white goodly steed,
And wander’d hither to an obscure plot,
Accompanied but with a barbarous Moor
If foul desire had not conducted you?
LAV. And, being intercepted in your sport, 80
Great reason that my noble lord be rated
For sauciness. I pray you, let us hence,
And let her joy her raven-colour’d love;
This valley fits the purpose passing well.
BAS. The king my brother shall have note of this.
LAV. Ay, for these slips have made him noted long:
Good king, to be so mightily abused!
TAM. Why have I patience to endure all this?
Enter DEMETRIUS and CHIRON
DEM. How now, dear sovereign, and our gracious mother!
Why doth your highness look so pale and wan? 90
TAM. 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,
O’ercome with moss and baleful mistletoe:95
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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, 100
Ten thousand swelling toads, as many urchins,101
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 adultress,
Lascivious Goth, and all the bitterest terms110
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.
DEM. This is a witness that I am thy son
.[Stabs Bassianus.
CHI. And this for me, struck home to show my strength
.[Also stabs Bassianus, who dies.
LAV. Ay, come, Semiramis, nay, barbarous Tamora, 120
For no name fits thy nature but thy own!
TAM. Give me the 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:128
And shall she carry this unto her grave?
CHI. An if she do, I would I were an eunuch. 130
Drag hence her husband to some secret hole,
And make his dead trunk pillow to our lust.
TAM. But when ye have the honey ye 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.O 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. 140
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?
O, do not learn her wrath; she taught it thee;145
The milk thou suck’dst from her did turn to marble;
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