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And borne her cleanly by the keeper's nose ?

Aar: Why then, it seems, some certain snatch or so
Would serve your turns.

Chi. Ay, so the turn were serv'd.
Dem. Aaron, thou hast hit it.

Aar. '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


That both should speed ?

Chi. 'Faith, not me.
Dem. Nor me, so I were onc.
Aar. For shame, be friends; and join for that you

'Tis policy and stratagem must do

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 lingering 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.


That you



Come, come, our emperess, with her sacred wit,
To villainy and vengeance consecrate,
We will acquaint with all that we intend ;
And she shall file our engines with advice, 130
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, of ears :
The woods are ruthless, dreadful, deaf, and dull;
There speak, and strike, brave boys, and take your


There serve your lust, shadow'd from heaven's eye, And revel in Lavinia's treasury.

Chi. Thy counsel, lad, smells of no cowardice.

Dem. Sit fas aut nefas, 'till I find the stream 140 To cool this heat, a charm to calm these fits, Per Styga, per Manes vehor.



Changes to a Forest.

Enter Titus ANDRONICUS and his three Sons, with Hounds and Horns, and MARCUS.

Tit. The hunt is up, the morn is bright and grey, The fields are fragrant, and the woods are green ; Uncouple here, and let us make a bay, 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 tend the emperor's person carefully : 150
I have been troubled in my sleep this night,
But dawning day new comfort hath inspir'd.
Here a Cry of Hounds, and Wind Horns in a Peal : then

VINIA, CHIRON, DEMETRIUS, and their Attendants.

Tit. 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?

Lav. I say, no;
I have been broad awake two hours and more. 160

Sat. Come on then, horse and chariots let us have,
And to our sport :-Madam, now ye shall see
Our Roman hunting.

Mar. 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

169 But hope to pluck a dainty doe to ground. [Exeunt.

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A desert Part of the Forest. Enter AARON alone.
Aar. He, that had wit, would think, that I had

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,
That have their alms out of the empress' chest.

Enter TAMORA. Tam. My lovely Aaron, wherefore look'st thou sad,

180 When every thing doth make a gleeful boast? The birds chaunt melody on every


; The snake lies 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—whilst 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 yelling noise : 190 And-after conflict, such as was suppos’d The wandring prince and Dido once enjoy'd,


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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;
Whilst 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,
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 emperess 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.
Tam. Ah, my sweet Moor, sweeter to me than



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