Of a cut loaf to steal a shive,3 we know: With words, fair looks, and liberality? What, hast thou not full often struck a doe, Aar. Why then, it seems, some certain snatch, or 'Would you had hit it too; Dem. Aaron, thou hast hit It. Then should not we be tir'd with this ado. Why, hark ye, hark ye,-And are you such fools, To square 4 for this? Would it offend you then Chi. Dem. So I were one. I'faith, not me. Nor me, Aar. For shame, be friends; and join for that you jar. "Tis policy and stratagem must do That you affect; and so must you resolve; A speedier course than lingering languishment And strike her home by force, if not by words: Will we acquaint with all that we intend ; 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. Dem. Sit fas aut nefas, till I find the stream To cool this heat, a charm to calm these fits, Per Styga, per manes vehor. [Exeunt. 5 By nature. 6 Sacred here signifies accursed; a Latinism. SCENE II. A Forest near Rome. A Lodge seen at a distance. 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, 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, Horns wind a Peal. Enter SATURNINUS, TAMORA, BASSIANUS, LAVINIA, CHIRON, DEMETRIUS, and 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. Sat. Come on then, horse and chariots let us have, And to our sport :-Madam, now shall ye see Our Roman hunting. [TO TAMORA. Mar. 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 desert 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 abjectly, Know, that this gold must coin a stratagem; And so repose, sweet gold, for their unrest, 8 [Hides the Gold. That have their alms out of the empress' chest. Enter TAMORA. Tam. My lovely Aaron, wherefore look'st thou sad, When every thing doth make a gleeful boast? The birds chaunt melody on every bush ;' The snake lies rolled in the cheerful sun; The green leaves quiver with the cooling wind, And make a checquer'd shadow on the ground: And whilst the babbling echo mocks the hounds, As if a double hunt were heard at once,- 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, No, madam, these are no venereal signs; This is the day of doom for Bassianus ; See Ovid's Metamorphoses, Book VI. |