Here never shines the sun; here nothing breeds, Should straight fall mad, or else die suddenly. But straight they told me they would bind me here And leave me to this miserable death: [Stabs Bassianus. Chi. And this for me, struck home to show my strength. [Also stabs Bassianus, who dies. Lav. Ay, come, Semiramis,-nay, barbarous 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; Upon her nuptial vow, her loyalty, And with that painted hope braves your mightiness :(31) Chi. An if she do, I would I were an eunuch. Drag hence her husband to some secret hole, Tam. But when ye have the honey ye (32) desire, Let not this wasp outlive, us both to sting. Chi. I warrant you, madam, we will make that sure.— Come, mistress, now perforce we will enjoy That nice-preservèd honesty of yours. Lav. O Tamora! thou bear'st a woman's face,- Lav. When did the tiger's young ones teach the dam ? O, do not learn her wrath,-she taught it thee; The milk thou suck'dst from her did turn to marble; Even at thy teat thou hadst thy tyranny. Yet every mother breeds not sons alike: Do thou entreat her show a woman pity. [To Chiron. Chi. What, wouldst thou have me prove myself a bas tard? Lav. 'Tis true,-the raven doth not hatch a lark: Yet have I heard,-O, 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: Nothing so kind, but something pitiful! Tam. I know not what it means:- 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; Lav. O Tamora, be call'd a gentle queen, Poor I was slain when Bassianus died. Tam. What begg'st thou, then? fond woman, let me go. Lav. 'Tis present death I beg; and one thing more That womanhood denies my tongue to tell: O, keep me from their worse than killing lust, And tumble me into some loathsome pit, 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 stay'd us here too long. Lav. No grace? no womanhood? Ah, beastly creature! The blot and enemy to our general name! Confusion fall Chi. Nay, then I'll stop your mouth.-Bring thou her husband: This is the hole where Aaron bid us hide him. [Demetrius throws the body of Bassianus into the pit; then exeunt Demetrius and Chiron, dragging off Lavinia. Tam. Farewell, my sons: see that you make her sure: Ne'er let my heart know merry cheer indeed, Till all the Andronici be made away. Now will I hence to seek my lovely Moor, And let my spleenful sons this trull deflour. [Exit. Re-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 espied the panther fast asleep. Quin. My sight is very dull, whate'er it bodes. Mart. And mine, I promise you; were't not for shame, Well could I leave our sport to sleep awhile. [Falls into the pit. Quin. What, art thou fall'n?-What subtle hole is this, Whose mouth is cover'd with rude-growing briers, Upon whose leaves are drops of new-shed blood 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. Mart. Why dost not comfort me, and help me out From this unhallow'd and blood-stainèd hole? Quin. I am surprised with an uncouth fear; And see a fearful sight of blood and death. Quin. Aaron is gone; and my compassionate heart O, tell me how(33) it is; for ne'er till now Mart. Lord Bassianus lies embrewèd here, Quin. If it be dark, how dost thou know 'tis he? As hateful as Cocytus' misty mouth. [Exit. Quin. Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee out; Or, wanting strength to do thee so much good, I may be pluck'd into the swallowing womb Of this deep pit, poor Bassianus' grave. I have no strength to pluck thee to the brink. Mart. Nor I no strength to climb without thy help. Quin. Thy hand once more; I will not loose again, Till thou art here aloft, or I below: Thou canst not come to me,-I come to thee. Enter SATURNINUS with AARON. Sat. Along with me: I'll see what hole is here, And what he is that now is leap'd into it. Say, who art thou that lately didst descend Mart. The unhappy son of old Andronicus; To find thy brother Bassianus dead. [Falls in. Sat. My brother dead! I know thou dost but jest: He and his lady both are at the lodge Upon the north side of this pleasant chase; "Tis not an hour since I left him there. Mart. We know not where you left him all alive; But, out, alas! here have we found him dead. Re-enter TAMORA, with Attendants; TITUS ANDRONICUS, and Tam. Where is my lord the king? Sat. Here, Tamora; though griev'd with killing grief. Sat. Now to the bottom dost thou search my wound: Tam. Then all too late I bring this fatal writ, The complot of this timeless tragedy; And wonder greatly that man's face can fold In pleasing smiles such murderous tyranny. [Giving a letter. Sat. [reads] "An if we miss to meet him handsomely,— Sweet huntsman, Bassianus 'tis we mean, Do thou so much as dig the grave for him: Thou know'st our meaning. Look for thy reward Among the nettles at the elder-tree Which overshades the mouth of that same pit Where we decreed to bury Bassianus. |