Chironwe hunt not we, with Horse nor Hound
Aaron,
Aaronlet vs sit,
Didoonce enioy'd,
Venusgouerne your desires,
Tamora, the Empresse of my Soule,
Bassianus;
Philomelmust loose her tongue to day,
Bassianusblood.
Moore:
Bassianuscomes,
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The King my Brother shall haue notice of this.
Why I haue patience to endure all this?
This is a witnesse that I am thy Sonne. stab him.
The King my Brother shall haue notice of this.
Why I haue patience to endure all this?
This is a witnesse that I am thy Sonne. stab him.
Oh
Tamora, thou bear'st a
woman face.
I will not heare her speake, away with her.
Sweet Lords intreat her heare me but a word.
I know not what it meanes, away with her.
What beg'st thou then? fond woman let me go?
My sight is very dull what ere it bodes.
If it be darke, how doost thou know 'tis he?
Nor I no strength to clime without thy help.
Where is my Lord the King?
Heere
Tamora, though grieu'd with
killing griefe.
Where is thy brother
Bassianus?
My gracious Lord heere is the bag of Gold.
Andronicus himselfe did take it vp.
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<head type="supplied">[Act 2, Scene 3]</head>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Aaron alone.</stage>
<sp who="#F-tit-aar">
<speaker rend="italic">Aron.</speaker>
<l n="686">He that had wit, would thinke that I had none,</l>
<l n="687">To bury so much Gold vnder a Tree,</l>
<l n="688">And neuer after to inherit it.</l>
<l n="689">Let him that thinks of me so abiectly,</l>
<l n="690">Know that this Gold must coine a stratageme,</l>
<l n="691">Which cunningly effected, will beget</l>
<l n="692">A very excellent peece of villany:</l>
<l n="693">And so repose sweet Gold for their vnrest,</l>
<l n="694">That haue their Almes out of the Empresse Chest.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Tamora to the Moore.</stage>
<sp who="#F-tit-tam">
<speaker rend="italic">Tamo.</speaker>
<l n="695">My louely<hi rend="italic">Aaron</hi>,</l>
<l n="696">Wherefore look'st thou sad,</l>
<l n="697">When euery thing doth make a Gleefull boast?</l>
<l n="698">The Birds chaunt melody on euery bush,</l>
<l n="699">The Snake lies rolled in the chearefull Sunne,</l>
<l n="700">The greene leaues quiuer, with the cooling winde,</l>
<l n="701">And make a cheker'd shadow on the ground:</l>
<l n="702">Vnder their sweete shade,<hi rend="italic">Aaron</hi>let vs sit,</l>
<l n="703">And whil'st the babling Eccho mock's the Hounds,</l>
<l n="704">Replying shrilly to the well tun'd‑Hornes,</l>
<l n="705">
<note type="physical" resp="#PW">The A is damaged or partially inked.</note>As if a double hunt were heard at once,</l>
<l n="706">Let vs sit downe, and marke their yelping noyse:</l>
<l n="707">And after conflict, such as was suppos'd.</l>
<l n="708">The wandring Prince and<hi rend="italic">Dido</hi>once enioy'd,</l>
<l n="709">When with a happy storme they were surpris'd,</l>
<l n="710">And Curtain'd with a Counsaile‑keeping Caue,</l>
<l n="711">We may each wreathed in the others armes,</l>
<l n="712">(Our pastimes done) possesse a Golden slumber,</l>
<l n="713">Whiles Hounds and Hornes, and sweet Melodious Birds</l>
<l n="714">Be vnto vs, as is a Nurses Song</l>
<l n="715">Of Lullabie, to bring her Babe asleepe.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-aar">
<speaker rend="italic">Aron.</speaker>
<l n="716">Madame,</l>
<l n="717">Though<hi rend="italic">Venus</hi>gouerne your desires,</l>
<l n="718">Saturne is Dominator ouer mine:</l>
<l n="719">What signifies my deadly standing eye,</l>
<l n="720">My silence, and my Cloudy Melancholie,</l>
<l n="721">My fleece of Woolly haire, that now vncurles,</l>
<l n="722">Euen as an Adder when she doth vnrowle</l>
<l n="723">To do some fatall execution?</l>
<l n="724">No Madam, these are no Veneriall signes,</l>
<l n="725">Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand,</l>
<l n="726">Blood, and reuenge, are Hammering in my head.</l>
<l n="727">Harke<hi rend="italic">Tamora</hi>, the Empresse of my Soule,</l>
<l n="728">Which neuer hopes more heauen, then rests in thee,</l>
<l n="729">This is the day of Doome for<hi rend="italic">Bassianus</hi>;</l>
<l n="730">His<hi rend="italic">Philomel</hi>must loose her tongue to day,</l>
<l n="731">Thy Sonnes make Pillage of her Chastity,</l>
<l n="732">And wash their hands in<hi rend="italic">Bassianus</hi>blood.</l>
<l n="733">Seest thou this Letter, take it vp I pray thee,</l>
<l n="734">And giue the King this fatall plotted Scrowle,</l>
<l n="735">Now question me no more, we are espied,</l>
<l n="736">Heere comes a parcell of our hopefull Booty,</l>
<l n="737">Which dreads not yet their liues destruction.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Bassianus and Lauinia</stage>
<sp who="#F-tit-tam">
<speaker rend="italic">Tamo.</speaker>
<l n="738">Ah my sweet<hi rend="italic">Moore</hi>:</l>
<l n="739">Sweeter to me then life.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-aar">
<speaker rend="italic">Aron.</speaker>
<l n="740">No more great Empresse,<hi rend="italic">Bassianus</hi>comes,</l>
<l n="741">Be crosse with him, and Ile goe fetch thy Sonnes</l>
<l n="742">To backe thy quarrell what so ere they be.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-bas">
<speaker rend="italic">Bassi.</speaker>
<l n="743">Whom haue we heere?</l>
<l n="744">Romes Royall Empresse,</l>
<cb n="2"/>
<l n="745">Vnfurnisht of our well beseeming troope?</l>
<l n="746">Or is it<hi rend="italic">Dian</hi>habited like her,</l>
<l n="747">Who hath abandoned her holy Groues,</l>
<l n="748">To see the generall Hunting in this Forrest?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-tam">
<speaker rend="italic">Tamo.</speaker>
<l n="749">Sawcie controuler of our priuate steps:</l>
<l n="750">Had I the power, that some say<hi rend="italic">Dian</hi>had,</l>
<l n="751">Thy Temples should be planted presently.</l>
<l n="752">With Hornes, as was<hi rend="italic">Acteons</hi>, and the Hounds</l>
<l n="753">Should driue vpon his new transformed limbes,</l>
<l n="754">Vnmannerly Intruder as thou art.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-lav">
<speaker rend="italic">Laui.</speaker>
<l n="755">Vnder your patience gentle Empresse,</l>
<l n="756">'Tis thought you haue a goodly gift in Horning,</l>
<l n="757">And to be doubted, that your<hi rend="italic">Moore</hi>and you</l>
<l n="758">Are singled forth to try experiments:</l>
<l n="759">
<hi rend="italic">Ioue</hi>sheild your husband from his Hounds to day,</l>
<l n="760">'Tis pitty they should take him for a Stag.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-bas">
<speaker rend="italic">Bassi.</speaker>
<l n="761">Beleeue me Queene, your swarth Cymerion,</l>
<l n="762">Doth make your Honour of his bodies Hue,</l>
<l n="763">Spotted, detested, and abhominable.</l>
<l n="764">Why are you sequestred from all your traine?</l>
<l n="765">Dismounted from your Snow‑white goodly Steed,</l>
<l n="766">And wandred hither to an obscure plot,</l>
<l n="767">Accompanied with a barbarous<hi rend="italic">Moore</hi>,</l>
<l n="768">If foule desire had not conducted you?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-lav">
<speaker rend="italic">Laui.</speaker>
<l n="769">And being intercepted in your sport,</l>
<l n="770">Great reason that my Noble Lord, be rated</l>
<l n="771">For Saucinesse, I pray you let vs hence,</l>
<l n="772">And let her ioy her Rauen coloured loue,</l>
<l n="773">This valley fits the purpose passing well.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-bas">
<speaker rend="italic">Bassi.</speaker>
<p n="774">The King my Brother shall haue notice of this.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-lav">
<speaker rend="italic">Laui.</speaker>
<l n="775">I, for these slips haue made him noted long,</l>
<l n="776">Good King, to be so mightily abused.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-tam">
<speaker rend="italic">Tamora.</speaker>
<p n="777">Why I haue patience to endure all this?</p>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Chiron and Demetrius.</stage>
<sp who="#F-tit-dem">
<speaker rend="italic">Dem.</speaker>
<l n="778">How now deere Soueraigne</l>
<l n="779">And our gracious Mother,</l>
<l n="780">Why doth your Highnes looke so pale and wan?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-tam">
<speaker rend="italic">Tamo.</speaker>
<l n="781">Haue I not reason thinke you to looke pale.</l>
<l n="782">These two haue tic'd me hither to this place,</l>
<l n="783">A barren, detested vale you see it is.</l>
<l n="784">The Trees though Sommer, yet forlorne and leane,</l>
<l n="785">Ore‑come with Mosse, and balefull Misselto.</l>
<l n="786">Heere neuer shines the Sunne, heere nothing breeds,</l>
<l n="787">Vnlesse the nightly Owle, or fatall Rauen:</l>
<l n="788">And when they shew'd me this abhorred pit,</l>
<l n="789">They told me heere at dead time of the night,</l>
<l n="790">A thousand Fiends, a thousand hissing Snakes,</l>
<l n="791">Ten thousand swelling Toades, as many Vrchins,</l>
<l n="792">Would make such fearefull and confused cries,</l>
<l n="793">As any mortall body hearing it,</l>
<l n="794">Should straite fall mad, or else die suddenly.</l>
<l n="795">No sooner had they told this hellish tale,</l>
<l n="796">But strait they told me they would binde me heere,</l>
<l n="797">Vnto the body of a dismall yew,</l>
<l n="798">And leaue me to this miserable death.</l>
<l n="799">And then they call'd me foule Adulteresse,</l>
<l n="800">Lasciuious Goth, and all the bitterest tearmes</l>
<l n="801">That euer eare did heare to such effect.</l>
<l n="802">And had you not by wondrous fortune come,</l>
<l n="803">This vengeance on me had they executed:</l>
<l n="804">Reuenge it, as you loue your Mothers life,</l>
<l n="805">Or be ye not henceforth cal'd my Children.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-dem">
<speaker rend="italic">Dem.</speaker>
<p n="806">This is a witnesse that I am thy Sonne. stab him.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-chi">
<speaker rend="italic">Chi.</speaker>
<l n="807">And this for me,</l>
<l n="808">Strook home to shew my strength.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-lav">
<speaker rend="italic">Laui.</speaker>
<l n="809">I come<hi rend="italic">Semeramis</hi>, nay Barbarous<hi rend="italic">Tamora</hi>.</l>
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<l n="810">For no name fits thy nature but thy owne.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-tam">
<speaker rend="italic">Tam.</speaker>
<l n="811">Giue me thy poyniard, you shal know my boyes</l>
<l n="812">Your Mothers hand shall right your Mothers wrong.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-dem">
<speaker rend="italic">Deme.</speaker>
<l n="813">Stay Madam heere is more belongs to her,</l>
<l n="814">First thrash the Corne, then after burne the straw:</l>
<l n="815">This Minion stood vpon her chastity,</l>
<l n="816">Vpon her Nuptiall vow, her loyaltie.</l>
<l n="817">And with that painted hope, braues your Mightinesse,</l>
<l n="818">And shall she carry this vnto her graue?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-chi">
<speaker rend="italic">Chi.</speaker>
<l n="819">And if she doe,</l>
<l n="820">I would I were an Eunuch,</l>
<l n="821">Drag hence her husband to some secret hole,</l>
<l n="822">And make his dead Trunke‑Pillow to our lust.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-tam">
<speaker rend="italic">Tamo.</speaker>
<l n="823">But when ye haue the hony we desire,</l>
<l n="824">Let not this Waspe out‑liue vs both to sting.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-chi">
<speaker rend="italic">Chir.</speaker>
<l n="825">I warrant you Madam we will make that sure:</l>
<l n="826">Come Mistris, now perforce we will enioy,</l>
<l n="827">That nice‑preserued honesty of yours.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-lav">
<speaker rend="italic">Laui.</speaker>
<p n="828">Oh<hi rend="italic">Tamora</hi>, thou bear'st a woman face.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-tam">
<speaker rend="italic">Tamo.</speaker>
<p n="829">I will not heare her speake, away with her.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-lav">
<speaker rend="italic">Laui.</speaker>
<p n="830">Sweet Lords intreat her heare me but a word.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-dem">
<speaker rend="italic">Demet.</speaker>
<l n="831">Listen faire Madam, let it be your glory</l>
<l n="832">To see her teares, but be your hart to them,</l>
<l n="833">As vnrelenting flint to drops of raine.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-lav">
<speaker rend="italic">Laui.</speaker>
<l n="834">When did the Tigers young‑ones teach the dam?</l>
<l n="835">O doe not learne her wrath, she taught it thee,</l>
<l n="836">The milke thou suck'st from her did turne to Marble,</l>
<l n="837">Euen at thy Teat thou had'st thy Tyranny,</l>
<l n="838">Yet euery Mother breeds not Sonnes alike,</l>
<l n="839">Do thou intreat her shew a woman pitty.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-chi">
<speaker rend="italic">Chiro.</speaker>
<l n="840">What,</l>
<l n="841">Would'st thou haue me proue my selfe a bastard?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-lav">
<speaker rend="italic">Laui.</speaker>
<l n="842">'Tis true,</l>
<l n="843">The Rauen doth not hatch a Larke,</l>
<l n="844">Yet haue I heard, Oh could I finde it now,</l>
<l n="845">The Lion mou'd with pitty, did indure</l>
<l n="846">To haue his Princely pawes par'd all away.</l>
<l n="847">Some say, that Rauens foster forlorne children,</l>
<l n="848">The whil'st their owne birds famish in their nests:</l>
<l n="849">Oh be to me though thy hard hart say no,</l>
<l n="850">Nothing so kind but something pittifull.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-tam">
<speaker rend="italic">Tamo.</speaker>
<p n="851">I know not what it meanes, away with her.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-lav">
<speaker rend="italic">Lauin.</speaker>
<l n="852">Oh let me teach thee for my Fathers sake,</l>
<l n="853">That gaue thee life when well he might haue slaine thee:</l>
<l n="854">Be not obdurate, open thy deafe eares.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-tam">
<speaker rend="italic">Tamo.</speaker>
<l n="855">Had'st thou in person nere offended me.</l>
<l n="856">Euen for his sake am I pittilesse:</l>
<l n="857">Remember Boyes I powr'd forth teares in vaine,</l>
<l n="858">To saue your brother from the sacrifice,</l>
<l n="859">But fierce<hi rend="italic">Andronicus</hi>would not relent,</l>
<l n="860">Therefore away with her, and vse her as you will,</l>
<l n="861">The worse to her, the better lou'd of me.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-lav">
<speaker rend="italic">Laui.</speaker>
<l n="862">Oh<hi rend="italic">Tamora</hi>,</l>
<l n="863">Be call'd a gentle Queene,</l>
<l n="864">And with thine owne hands kill me in this place,</l>
<l n="865">For 'tis not life that I haue beg'd so long,</l>
<l n="866">Poore I was slaine, when Bassianus dy'd.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-tam">
<speaker rend="italic">Tam.</speaker>
<p n="867">What beg'st thou then? fond woman let me go?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-lav">
<speaker rend="italic">Laui.</speaker>
<l n="868">'Tis present death I beg, and one thing more,</l>
<l n="869">That womanhood denies my tongue to tell:</l>
<l n="870">Oh keepe me from their worse then killing lust,</l>
<l n="871">And tumble me into some loathsome pit,</l>
<l n="872">Where neuer mans eye may behold my body,</l>
<l n="873">Doe this, and be a charitable murderer.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-tam">
<speaker rend="italic">Tam.</speaker>
<l n="874">So should I rob my sweet Sonnes of their fee,</l>
<l n="875">No let them satisfie their lust on thee.</l>
</sp>
<cb n="2"/>
<sp who="#F-tit-dem">
<speaker rend="italic">Deme.</speaker>
<l n="876">Away,</l>
<l n="877">For thou hast staid vs heere too long.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-lav">
<speaker rend="italic">Lauinia.</speaker>
<l n="878">No<choice>
<orig>Garace</orig>
<corr>Grace</corr>
</choice>,</l>
<l n="879">No womanhood? Ah beastly creature,</l>
<l n="880">The blot and enemy to our generall name,</l>
<l n="881">Confusion fall—</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-chi">
<speaker rend="italic">Chi.</speaker>
<l n="882">Nay then Ile stop your mouth</l>
<l n="883">Bring thou her husband,</l>
<l n="884">This is the Hole where<hi rend="italic">Aaron</hi>bid vs hide him.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-tam">
<speaker rend="italic">Tam.</speaker>
<l n="885">Farewell my Sonnes, see that you make her sure,</l>
<l n="886">Nere let my heart know merry cheere indeed,</l>
<l n="887">Till all the<hi rend="italic">Andronici</hi>be made away:</l>
<l n="888">Now will I hence to seeke my louely<hi rend="italic">Moore</hi>,</l>
<l n="889">And let my spleenefull Sonnes this Trull defloure.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Aaron with two of Titus Sonnes.</stage>
<sp who="#F-tit-aar">
<speaker rend="italic">Aron.</speaker>
<l n="890">Come on my Lords, the better foote before,</l>
<l n="891">Straight will I bring you to the lothsome pit,</l>
<l n="892">Where I espied the Panther fast asleepe.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-qui">
<speaker rend="italic">Quin.</speaker>
<p n="893">My sight is very dull what ere it bodes.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-mrt">
<speaker rend="italic">Marti.</speaker>
<l n="894">And mine I promise you, were it not for shame,</l>
<l n="895">Well could I leaue our sport to sleepe a while.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-qui">
<speaker rend="italic">Quin.</speaker>
<l n="896">What art thou fallen?</l>
<l n="897">What subtile Hole is this,</l>
<l n="898">Whose mouth is couered with Rude growing Briers,</l>
<l n="899">Vpon whose leaues are drops of new‑shed‑blood,</l>
<l n="900">As fresh as mornings dew distil'd on flowers,</l>
<l n="901">A very fatall place it seemes to me:</l>
<l n="902">Speake Brother hast thou hurt thee with the fall?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-mrt">
<speaker rend="italic">Martius.</speaker>
<l n="903">Oh Brother,</l>
<l n="904">With the dismal'st obiect</l>
<l n="905">That euer eye with sight made heart lament.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-aar">
<speaker rend="italic">Aron.</speaker>
<l n="906">Now will I fetch the King to finde them heere,</l>
<l n="907">That he thereby may haue a likely gesse,</l>
<l n="908">How these were they that made away his Brother.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit Aaron.</stage>
<sp who="#F-tit-mrt">
<speaker rend="italic">Marti.</speaker>
<l n="909">Why dost not comfort me and helpe me out,</l>
<l n="910">From this vnhallow'd and blood‑stained Hole?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-qui">
<speaker rend="italic">Quintus.</speaker>
<l n="911">I am surprised with an vncouth feare,</l>
<l n="912">A chilling sweat ore‑runs my trembling ioynts,</l>
<l n="913">My heart suspects more then mine eie can see.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-mrt">
<speaker rend="italic">Marti.</speaker>
<l n="914">To proue thou hast a true diuining heart,</l>
<l n="915">
<hi rend="italic">Aaron</hi>and thou looke downe into this den,</l>
<l n="916">And see a fearefull sight of blood and death.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-qui">
<speaker rend="italic">Quintus.</speaker>
<l n="917">
<hi rend="italic">Aaron</hi>is gone,</l>
<l n="918">And my compassionate heart</l>
<l n="919">Will not permit mine eyes once to behold</l>
<l n="920">The thing where at it trembles by surmise:</l>
<l n="921">Oh tell me how it is, for nere till now</l>
<l n="922">Was I a child to feare I know not what.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-mrt">
<speaker rend="italic">Marti.</speaker>
<l n="923">Lord<hi rend="italic">Bassianus</hi>lies embrewed heere,</l>
<l n="924">All on a heape like to the slaughtred Lambe,</l>
<l n="925">In this detested, darke, blood‑drinking pit.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-qui">
<speaker rend="italic">Quin.</speaker>
<p n="926">If it be darke, how doost thou know 'tis he?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-mrt">
<speaker rend="italic">Mart.</speaker>
<l n="927">Vpon his bloody finger he doth weare</l>
<l n="928">A precious Ring, that lightens all the Hole:</l>
<l n="929">Which like a Taper in some Monument,</l>
<l n="930">Doth shine vpon the dead mans earthly cheekes,</l>
<l n="931">And shewes the ragged intrailes of the pit:</l>
<l n="932">So pale did shine the Moone on<hi rend="italic">Piramus</hi>,</l>
<l n="933">When he by night lay bath'd in Maiden blood:</l>
<l n="934">O Brother helpe me with thy fainting hand.</l>
<l n="935">If feare hath made thee faint, as mee it hath,</l>
<l n="936">Out of this fell deuouring receptacle,</l>
<l n="937">As hatefull as<hi rend="italic">Ocitus</hi>mistie mouth.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-qui">
<speaker rend="italic">Quint.</speaker>
<l n="938">Reach me thy hand, that I may helpe thee out,</l>
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<l n="939">Or wanting strength to doe thee so much good,</l>
<l n="940">I may be pluckt into the swallowing wombe,</l>
<l n="941">Of this deepe pit, poore<hi rend="italic">Bassianus</hi>graue:</l>
<l n="942">I haue no strength to plucke thee to the brinke.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-mrt">
<speaker rend="italic">Martius.</speaker>
<p n="943">Nor I no strength to clime without thy help.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-qui">
<speaker rend="italic">Quin.</speaker>
<l n="944">Thy hand once more, I will not loose againe,</l>
<l n="945">Till thou art heere aloft, or I below,</l>
<l n="946">Thou can'st not come to me, I come to thee.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="business" rend="rightJustified italic">Both fall in.</stage>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter the Emperour, Aaron the Moore.</stage>
<sp who="#F-tit-sat">
<speaker rend="italic">Satur.</speaker>
<l n="947">Along with me, Ile see what hole is heere,</l>
<l n="948">And what he is that now is leapt into it.</l>
<l n="949">Say, who art thou that lately did'st descend,</l>
<l n="950">Into this gaping hollow of the earth?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-mrt">
<speaker rend="italic">Marti.</speaker>
<l n="951">The vnhappie sonne of old<hi rend="italic">Andronicus</hi>,</l>
<l n="952">Brought hither in a most vnluckie houre,</l>
<l n="953">To finde thy brother<hi rend="italic">Bassianus</hi>dead.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-sat">
<speaker rend="italic">Satur.</speaker>
<l n="954">My brother dead? I know thou dost but iest,</l>
<l n="955">He and his Lady both are at the Lodge,</l>
<l n="956">Vpon the North‑side of this pleasant Chase,</l>
<l n="957">'Tis not an houre since I left him there.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-mrt">
<speaker rend="italic">Marti.</speaker>
<l n="958">We know not where you left him all aliue,</l>
<l n="959">But out alas, heere haue we found him dead.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Tamora, Andronicus, and Lucius.</stage>
<sp who="#F-tit-tam">
<speaker rend="italic">Tamo.</speaker>
<p n="960">Where is my Lord the King?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-lav">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<p n="961">Heere<hi rend="italic">Tamora</hi>, though grieu'd with killing griefe.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-tam">
<speaker rend="italic">Tam.</speaker>
<p n="962">Where is thy brother<hi rend="italic">Bassianus</hi>?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-lav">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="963">Now to the bottome dost thou search my wound,</l>
<l n="964">Poore<hi rend="italic">Bassianus</hi>heere lies murthered.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-tam">
<speaker rend="italic">Tam.</speaker>
<l n="965">Then all too late I bring this fatall writ,</l>
<l n="966">The complot of this timelesse Tragedie,</l>
<l n="967">And wonder greatly that mans face can fold,</l>
<l n="968">In pleasing smiles such murderous Tyrannie.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">She giueth Saturnine a Letter.
<lb/>Saturninus reads the Letter.</stage>
<l rend="italic" n="969">And if we misse to meete him hansomely,</l>
<l rend="italic" n="970">Sweet huntsman, Bassianus 'tis we meane,</l>
<l rend="italic" n="971">Doe thou so much as dig the graue for him,</l>
<l rend="italic" n="972">Thou know'st our meaning, looke for thy reward</l>
<l rend="italic" n="973">Among the Nettles at the Elder tree:</l>
<l rend="italic" n="974">Which ouer‑shades the mouth of that same pit:</l>
<l rend="italic" n="975">Where we decreed to bury Bassianuss</l>
<l rend="italic" n="976">Doe this and purchase vs thy lasting friends.</l>
<sp who="#F-tit-lav">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="977">Oh<hi rend="italic">Tamora</hi>, was euer heard the like?</l>
<l n="978">This is the pit, and this the Elder tree,</l>
<l n="979">Looke sirs, if you can finde the huntsman out,</l>
<l n="980">That should haue murthered<hi rend="italic">Bassianus</hi>heere.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-aar">
<speaker rend="italic">Aron.</speaker>
<p n="981">My gracious Lord heere is the bag of Gold.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-lav">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="982">Two of thy whelpes, fell Curs of bloody kind</l>
<l n="983">Haue heere bereft my brother of his life:</l>
<l n="984">Sirs drag them from the pit vnto the prison,</l>
<l n="985">There let them bide vntill we haue deuis'd</l>
<l n="986">Some neuer heard‑of tortering paine for them.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-tam">
<speaker rend="italic">Tamo.</speaker>
<l n="987">What are they in this pit,</l>
<l n="988">Oh wondrous thing!</l>
<l n="989">How easily murder is discouered?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-and">
<speaker rend="italic">Tit.</speaker>
<l n="990">High Emperour, vpon my feeble knee,</l>
<l n="991">I beg this boone, with teares, not lightly shed,</l>
<l n="992">That this fell fault of my accursed Sonnes,</l>
<l n="993">Accursed, if the faults be prou'd in them.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-lav">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="994">If it be prou'd? you see it is apparant,</l>
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<l n="995">Who found this Letter,<hi rend="italic">Tamora</hi>was it you?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-tam">
<speaker rend="italic">Tamora.</speaker>
<p n="996">
<hi rend="italic">Andronicus</hi>himselfe did take it vp.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-and">
<speaker rend="italic">Tit.</speaker>
<l n="997">I did my Lord,</l>
<l n="998">Yet let me be their baile,</l>
<l n="999">For by my Fathers reuerent Tombe I vow</l>
<l n="1000">They shall be ready at your Highnes will,</l>
<l n="1001">To answere their suspition with their liues.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-lav">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="1002">Thou shalt not baile them, see thou follow me:</l>
<l n="1003">Some bring the murthered body, some the murtherers,</l>
<l n="1004">Let them not speake a word, the guilt is plaine,</l>
<l n="1005">For by my soule, were there worse end then death,</l>
<l n="1006">That end vpon them should be executed.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-tam">
<speaker rend="italic">Tamo.</speaker>
<l n="1007">
<hi rend="italic">Andronicus</hi>I will entreat the King,</l>
<l n="1008">Feare not thy Sonnes, they shall do well enough.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tit-and">
<speaker rend="italic">Tit.</speaker>
<l n="1009">Come Lucius come,</l>
<l n="1010">Stay not to talke with them.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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