your brother Aar. Sooner this sword shall plough thy bowels up, [Takes the Child from the Nurse, and draws. Stay, murderous villains! will you ? Dem. Wilt thou betray thy noble mistress thus ? Aar. My mistress is my mistress ; this, myself; you shall smoke for it in Rome. Dem. By this our mother is forever shamed. Chi. Rome will despise her for this foul escape.? Nur. The emperor, in his rage, will doom her death. Chi. I blush to think upon this ignomy.3 some of unmingled ferocity, like Aaron, and, like him, the paramour of a royal mistress, exclaims : Run, and with a voice Upon my falchion's point.” “ No scape of Nature.” i. e. ignominy. 50 VOL. VI. 1 Aar. Why, there's the privilege your beauty bears; Fie, treacherous hue! that will betray with blushing The close enacts and counsels of the heart ! Here's a young lad framed of another leer. Look, how the black slave smiles upon the father ; As who should say, Old lad, I am thine own. He is your brother, lords; sensibly fed Of that self-blood that first gave life to you ; And, from that womb, where you imprisoned were, He is enfranchised and come to light. Nay, he's your brother by the surer side, , Although my seal be stamped in his face. Nur. Aaron, what shall I say unto the empress ? Den. Advise thee, Aaron, what is to be done, Aar. Then sit we down, and let us all consult. [They sit on the ground. Dem. How many women saw this child of his ? Aar. Why, so, brave lords. When we all join in league, Nur. Cornelia the midwife, and myself, Aar. The emperess, the midwife, and yourself. Two may keep counsel, when the third's away; Go to the empress; tell her, this I said ; [Stabbing her. Weke, weke !—So cries a pig, prepared to the spit. Dem. What mean’st thou, Aaron? Wherefore didst thou this? Aar. O lord, sir, 'tis a deed of policy. Shall she live to betray this guilt of ours? 1 Complexion. A long-tongued, babbling gossip? No, lords, no. [Pointing to the Nurse. Chi. Aaron, I see, thou wilt not trust the air With secrets. Dem. For this care of Tamora, Herself, and hers, are highly bound to thee. [Exeunt Dem. and Chi., bearing off the Nurse. Aar. Now to the Goths, as swift as swallow flies; There to dispose this treasure in mine arms, And secretly to greet the empress' friends. Come on, you thick-lipped slave, I'll bear you hence; For it is you that puts us to our shifts. I'll make you feed on berries, and on roots, And feed on curds and whey, and suck the goat, And cabin in a cave ; and bring you up To be a warrior, and command a camp. [Exit. 1 The word lives, which is wanting in the old copies, was supplied by Rowe. Steevens thinks Muliteus a corruption for 6 Muly lives." 2 To pack is to contrive insidiously. SCENE III. The same. A public Place. Enter Titus, bearing arrows, with letters at the ends of them; with him MARCUS, young Lucius, and other Gentlemen, with bows. Tit. Come, Marcus, come ;-kinsmen, this is the way; pray you deliver him this petition. Mar. O Publius, is not this a heavy case, Pub. Therefore, my lord, it highly us concerns, Mar. Kinsmen, his sorrows are past remedy. ܪ ܪ Take wreak on Rome for this ingratitude, What, Pub. No, my good lord; but Pluto sends you word If you will have revenge from hell, you shall. . Marry, for Justice, she is so employed, He thinks, with Jove in heaven, or some where else, So that perforce you must needs stay a time. Tit. He doth me wrong, to feed me with delays. l'll dive into the burning lake below, And pull her out of Acheron by the heels.-Marcus, we are but shrubs, no cedars we; No big-boned men, framed of the Cyclop's size : But metal, Marcus, steel to the very back; Yet wrung with wrongs, more than our backs can bear. And sith there is no justice in earth nor hell, We will solicit heaven; and move the gods To send down justice for to wreak? our wrongs. Come, to this gear. You are a good archer, Marcus. [He gives them the arrows. Ad Jovem, that's for you.—Here, ad Apollinem.Ad Martem, that's for myself;Here, boy, to Pallas ;-here, to Mercury; To Saturn, Caius, not to Saturnine, You were as good to shoot against the wind.To it, boy. Marcus, loose when I bid. O’my word, I have written to effect; There's not a god left unsolicited. Mar. Kinsmen, shoot all your shafts into the court; Lucius! Mar. My lord, I aim a mile beyond the moon , ܪ 1 Revenge. 2 Gear is here put for matter, business. 3 Caius appears to have been one of the kinsmen of Titus. |