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For sauciness.-I pray you, let us hence,
Bas. The king, my brother, shall have note of this.
long?: Good king! to be so mightily abus'd !
Tam. Why have 1 patience to endure all this?
Enter CHIRON and DEMETRIUS. Dem. How now, dear sovereign, and our gracious
mother, Why doth your highness look so pale and wan?
Tam. Have I not reason, think you, to look pale ? These two have 'tic'd 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. Here never shines the suns, here nothing breeds, 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, Ten thousand swelling toads, as many urchins", Would make such fearful and confused cries, As any mortal body, hearing it, Should straight fall mad, or else die suddenly10. 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;
i He had yet been married but one night. The true reading may be made her,' i. e. Tamora
8 Rowe seems to have thought on this passage in his Jaue Shore:
• This is the house where the sun never dawns,
And nought is heard but wailings and lamentings." 9 Hedgehogs.
10 'This is said in fabulous physiology of those that hear the groan of the mandrake when torá up. The same thought, and almoet the same expressiva, occur in Romeo and Juliet.
And leave me to this miserable death.
[Stabs BASSIANUS. Chi. And this for me, struck home to show my strength.
Stabbing him likewise. Lav. Ay come, Semiramisli, - nay, barbarons
Tamora! For no name fits thy nature but thy own! Tam. Give me thy 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 hopel2 braves your mightiness: And shall she carry this unto her grave?
Chi. An if she do, I would I were an eunuch. Drag hence her husband to some secret hole, And make his dead trunk pillow to our lust.
Tam. But when you have the honey you desire, Let not this wasp outlive, us both to sting
Chi. I warrant you, madam; we will make that
Come, mistress, now perforce, we will enjoy
!1. The propriety of this address will be best understood by con. sulting Pliny's Nat. Hist. ch. 42. The incontinence of Semirainis has been already alluded to in the Induction to The Taming of the Shrew, Sc. ii.
12 Painted hope is only specious hope, or ground of confidence more plausible than solid. Steevens thought that the word hope was interpolated, the sense being compiute and the line more harmonious without it.
Lav. 0 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. 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 ? 0, do not learn her wrath; she taught it thee : The milk, thou suck’dst from her, did turn to
[ To CHIRON. Chi. What! would'st thou have me prove myself
a bastard ? Lav. 'Tis true; the raven doth not hatch a lark: Yet I have heard (0 could I find it now!) The lion mov'd with pity, did endure To have his princely paws par'd all away. Some say that ravens foster forlorn children, The whilst their own birds famish in their nests: 0, be to me, though thy hard heart say no, Nothing so kind, but something pitiful!
Tam. I know not what it means; away with her.
Lav. 0, let me teach thee: for iny father's sake, That gave thee life, when well he might have
slain thee, Be not obdurate, open thy deaf ears.
Tam. Hadst thou in person ne'er offended me, Even for his sake am I pitiless : Remember, boys, I pour’d forth tears in vain, To save your brother from the sacrifice; But fierce Andronicus would not relent. Therefore away with her, and use her as you will; The worse to her, the better lov'd of me.
Lav. 0 Tamora, be call'd a gentle queen, And with thine own hands kill me in this place:
For 'tis not life, that I have begg'd so long;
me go. Lav. 'Tis present death I beg; and one thing more, That womanhood denies my tongue to tell : 0, keep me from their worse than killing lust, And tumble me into some loathsome pit; Where never man's eye may behold my body: Do this, and be a charitable murderer.
Tam. So should I rob my sweet sons of their fee: No, let them satisfy their lust on thee.
Dem. Away, for thou hast staid us here too long. Lav. No grace? no womanhood ? Ah, beastly
creature ! The blot and enemy to our general name! Confusion fallChi. Nay, then I'll stop your mouth :- Bring thou her husband :
[Dragging off LAVINIA. This is the hole where Aaron bid us hide him.
(Exeunt. Tam. Farewell, my sons; see that you make her
Ne'er let my heart know merry cheer indeed,
The same. Enter Aaron, with QUINTUS and MARTIUS. Aar. Come on, my lords; the better foot before: Straight will I bring you to the loathsome pit, Where I espy'd the panther fast asleep.
Quin. My sight is very dull, whate'er it bodes. Mar. And mine, I promise you; wer't not for
shame, Well could I leave our sport to sleep awhile.
[Martius falls into the Pit. Quin. What, art thou fallen ? What subtle hole
is this, Whose mouth is cover'd with rude-growing briars; Upon whose leaves are drops of new-shed blood, As fresh as morning's dew distillid on flowers? A very fatal place it seems to me:Speak, brother, hast thou hurt thee with the fall?
Mart. O, brother, with the dismall'st object hurt That ever eye, with sight, made heart lament. Aar. (Aside.] Now will I fetch the king to find
them here: That he thereby may give a likely guess, How these were they that made away his brother.
Erit Aaron. Mart. Why dost not comfort me, and help me out From this unhallow'd and blood-stained hole?
Quin. I am surprised with an uncouth fear:
Mart. To prove thou hast a true divining heart,
Quin. Aaron is gone; and my compassionate heart
Mart. Lord Bassianus lies embrewed here,
Quin. If it be dark, how dost thou know 'tis he?
Mart. Upon his bloody finger he doth wear A precious ring, that lightens all the hole, Which, like a taper in some monument,
1 Old naturalista assert that there is a gem called a carbuncle, which ewits not reflected but native light. Boyle believed in the reality of its existence. It is often alluded to in ancient fable. Thus in 'The Gesta Romanorum :- He farther beheld and carbuncle that lighted all the house.' And Drayton in The Muse's Elysium :