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  AARON. Now climbeth Tamora Olympus' top,

    Safe out of Fortune's shot, and sits aloft,

    Secure of thunder's crack or lightning flash,

    Advanc'd above pale envy's threat'ning reach.

    As when the golden sun salutes the morn,

    And, having gilt the ocean with his beams,

    Gallops the zodiac in his glistening coach

    And overlooks the highest-peering hills,

    So Tamora.

    Upon her wit doth earthly honour wait,

    And virtue stoops and trembles at her frown.

    Then, Aaron, arm thy heart and fit thy thoughts

    To mount aloft with thy imperial mistress,

    And mount her pitch whom thou in triumph long.

    Hast prisoner held, fett'red in amorous chains,

    And faster bound to Aaron's charming eyes

    Than is Prometheus tied to Caucasus.

    Away with slavish weeds and servile thoughts!

    I will be bright and shine in pearl and gold,

    To wait upon this new-made emperess.

    To wait, said I? To wanton with this queen,

    This goddess, this Semiramis, this nymph,

    This siren that will charm Rome's Saturnine,

    And see his shipwreck and his commonweal's.

    Hullo! what storm is this?

  DEMETRIUS. Chiron, thy years wants wit, thy wits wants edge

    And manners, to intrude where I am grac'd,

    And may, for aught thou knowest, affected be.

  CHIRON. Demetrius, thou dost over-ween in all;

    And so in this, to bear me down with braves.

    'Tis not the difference of a year or two

    Makes me less gracious or thee more fortunate:

    I am as able and as fit as thou

    To serve and to deserve my mistress' grace;

    And that my sword upon thee shall approve,

    And plead my passions for Lavinia's love.

  AARON. [Aside] Clubs, clubs! These lovers will not keep the

    peace.

  DEMETRIUS. Why, boy, although our mother, unadvis'd,

    Gave you a dancing rapier by your side,

    Are you so desperate grown to threat your friends?

    Go to; have your lath glued within your sheath

    Till you know better how to handle it.

  CHIRON. Meanwhile, sir, with the little skill I have,

    Full well shalt thou perceive how much I dare.

  DEMETRIUS. Ay, boy, grow ye so brave? [They draw]

  AARON. [Coming forward] Why, how now, lords!

    So near the Emperor's palace dare ye draw

    And maintain such a quarrel openly?

    Full well I wot the ground of all this grudge:

    I would not for a million of gold

    The cause were known to them it most concerns;

    Nor would your noble mother for much more

    Be so dishonoured in the court of Rome.

    For shame, put up.

  DEMETRIUS. Not I, till I have sheath'd

    My rapier in his bosom, and withal

    Thrust those reproachful speeches down his throat

    That he hath breath'd in my dishonour here.

  CHIRON. For that I am prepar'd and full resolv'd,

    Foul-spoken coward, that thund'rest with thy tongue,

    And with thy weapon nothing dar'st perform.

  AARON. Away, I say!

    Now, by the gods that warlike Goths adore,

    This pretty brabble will undo us all.

    Why, lords, and think you not how dangerous

    It is to jet upon a prince's right?

    What, is Lavinia then become so loose,

    Or Bassianus so degenerate,

    That for her love such quarrels may be broach'd

    Without controlment, justice, or revenge?

    Young lords, beware; an should the Empress know

    This discord's ground, the music would not please.

  CHIRON. I care not, I, knew she and all the world:

    I love Lavinia more than all the world.

  DEMETRIUS. Youngling, learn thou to make some meaner choice:

    Lavina is thine elder brother's hope.

  AARON. Why, are ye mad, or know ye not in Rome

    How furious and impatient they be,

    And cannot brook competitors in love?

    I tell you, lords, you do but plot your deaths

    By this device.

  CHIRON. Aaron, a thousand deaths

    Would I propose to achieve her whom I love.

  AARON. To achieve her- how?

  DEMETRIUS. Why mak'st thou it so strange?

    She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd;

    She is a woman, therefore may be won;

    She is Lavinia, therefore must be lov'd.

    What, man! more water glideth by the mill

    Than wots the miller of; and easy it is

    Of a cut loaf to steal a shive, we know.

    Though Bassianus be the Emperor's brother,

    Better than he have worn Vulcan's badge.

  AARON. [Aside] Ay, and as good as Saturninus may.

  DEMETRIUS. Then why should he despair that knows to court it

    With words, fair looks, and liberality?

    What, hast not thou full often struck a doe,

    And borne her cleanly by the keeper's nose?

  AARON. Why, then, it seems some certain snatch or so

    Would serve your turns.

  CHIRON. Ay, so the turn were served.

  DEMETRIUS. Aaron, thou hast hit it.

  AARON. Would you had hit it too!

    Then should not we be tir'd with this ado.

    Why, hark ye, hark ye! and are you such fools

    To square for this? Would it offend you, then,

    That both should speed?

  CHIRON. Faith, not me.

  DEMETRIUS. Nor me, so I were one.

  AARON. For shame, be friends, and join for that you jar.

    'Tis policy and stratagem must do

    That you affect; and so must you resolve

    That what you cannot as you would achieve,

    You must perforce accomplish as you may.

    Take this of me: Lucrece was not more chaste

    Than this Lavinia, Bassianus' love.

    A speedier course than ling'ring languishment

    Must we pursue, and I have found the path.

    My lords, a solemn hunting is in hand;

    There will the lovely Roman ladies troop;

    The forest walks are wide and spacious,

    And many unfrequented plots there are

    Fitted by kind for rape and villainy.

    Single you thither then this dainty doe,

    And strike her home by force if not by words.

    This way, or not at all, stand you in hope.

    Come, come, our Empress, with her sacred wit

    To villainy and vengeance consecrate,

    Will we acquaint with all what we intend;

    And she shall file our engines with advice

    That will not suffer you to square yourselves,