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SCENE III

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A lonely part of the Forest.

[Enter AARON with a bag of gold.]

AARON.

He that had wit would think that I had none,

To bury so much gold under a tree,

And never after to inherit it.

Let him that thinks of me so abjectly

Know that this gold must coin a stratagem,

Which, cunningly effected, will beget

A very excellent piece of villainy:

And so repose, sweet gold, for their unrest

[Hides the gold.]

That have their alms out of the empress’ chest.

[Enter TAMORA.]

TAMORA.

My lovely Aaron, wherefore look’st thou sad

When everything does make a gleeful boast?

The birds chant melody on every bush;

The snakes lie rolled in the cheerful sun;

The green leaves quiver with the cooling wind,

And make a chequer’d shadow on the ground:

Under their sweet shade, Aaron, let us sit,

And whilst the babbling echo mocks the hounds,

Replying shrilly to the well-tun’d horns,

As if a double hunt were heard at once,

Let us sit down and mark their yelping noise;

And,—after conflict such as was suppos’d

The wandering prince and Dido once enjoy’d,

When with a happy storm they were surpris’d,

And curtain’d with a counsel-keeping cave,—

We may, each wreathed in the other’s arms,

Our pastimes done, possess a golden slumber;

Whiles hounds and horns and sweet melodious birds

Be unto us as is a nurse’s song

Of lullaby to bring her babe asleep.

AARON.

Madam, though Venus govern your desires,

Saturn is dominator over mine:

What signifies my deadly-standing eye,

My silence and my cloudy melancholy,

My fleece of woolly hair that now uncurls

Even as an adder when she doth unroll

To do some fatal execution?

No, madam, these are no venereal signs,

Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand,

Blood and revenge are hammering in my head.

Hark, Tamora,—the empress of my soul,

Which never hopes more heaven than rests in thee,—

This is the day of doom for Bassianus;

His Philomel must lose her tongue to-day,

Thy sons make pillage of her chastity,

And wash their hands in Bassianus’ blood.

Seest thou this letter? take it up, I pray thee,

And give the king this fatal-plotted scroll.—

Now question me no more,—we are espied;

Here comes a parcel of our hopeful booty,

Which dreads not yet their lives’ destruction.

TAMORA.

Ah, my sweet Moor, sweeter to me than life!

AARON.

No more, great empress: Bassianus comes:

Be cross with him; and I’ll go fetch thy sons

To back thy quarrels, whatsoe’er they be.

[Exit.]

[Enter BASSIANUS and LAVINIA.]

BASSIANUS.

Who have we here? Rome’s royal empress,

Unfurnish’d of her well-beseeming troop?

Or is it Dian, habited like her,

Who hath abandoned her holy groves

To see the general hunting in this forest?

TAMORA.

Saucy controller of my private steps!

Had I the power that some say Dian had,

Thy temples should be planted presently

With horns, as was Actaeon’s; and the hounds

Should drive upon thy new-transformed limbs,

Unmannerly intruder as thou art!

LAVINIA.

Under your patience, gentle empress,

‘Tis thought you have a goodly gift in horning;

And to be doubted that your Moor and you

Are singled forth to try experiments;

Jove shield your husband from his hounds to-day!

‘Tis pity they should take him for a stag.

BASSIANUS.

Believe me, queen, your swarth Cimmerian

Doth make your honour of his body’s hue,

Spotted, detested, and abominable.

Why are you sequester’d from all your train,

Dismounted from your snow-white goodly steed,

And wander’d hither to an obscure plot,

Accompanied but with a barbarous Moor,

If foul desire had not conducted you?

LAVINIA.

And, being intercepted in your sport,

Great reason that my noble lord be rated

For sauciness.—I pray you let us hence,

And let her joy her raven-coloured love;

This valley fits the purpose passing well.

BASSIANUS.

The king my brother shall have notice of this.

LAVINIA.

Ay, for these slips have made him noted long:

Good king, to be so mightily abus’d!

TAMORA.

Why have I patience to endure all this?

[Enter DEMETRIUS and CHIRON.]

DEMETRIUS.

How now, dear sovereign, and our gracious mother!

Why doth your highness look so pale and wan?

TAMORA.

Have I not reason, think you, to look pale?

These two have ‘ticed 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 sun; 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 suddenly.

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,

And leave me to this miserable death:

And then they call’d me foul adulteress,

Lascivious Goth, and all the bitterest terms

That ever ear did hear to such effect:

And had you not by wondrous fortune come,

This vengeance on me had they executed.

Revenge it, as you love your mother’s life,

Or be ye not henceforth call’d my children.

DEMETRIUS.

This is a witness that I am thy son.

[Stabs BASSIANUS.]

CHIRON.

And this for me, struck home to show my strength.

[Also stabs BASSIANUS, who dies.]

LAVINIA.

Ay, come, Semiramis,—nay, barbarous Tamora,

For no name fits thy nature but thy own!

TAMORA.

Give me thy poniard;—you shall know, my boys,

Your mother’s hand shall right your mother’s wrong.

DEMETRIUS.

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 hope braves your mightiness:

And shall she carry this unto her grave?

CHIRON.

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.

TAMORA.

But when ye have the honey we desire,

Let not this wasp outlive, us both to sting.

CHIRON.

I warrant you, madam, we will make that sure.—

Come, mistress, now perforce we will enjoy

That nice-preserved honesty of yours.

LAVINIA.

O Tamora! thou bear’st a woman’s face,—

TAMORA.

I will not hear her speak; away with her!

LAVINIA.

Sweet lords, entreat her hear me but a word.

DEMETRIUS.

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.

LAVINIA.

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:

[To CHIRON.] Do thou entreat her show a woman’s pity.

CHIRON.

What, wouldst thou have me prove myself a bastard?

LAVINIA.

‘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:

O, be to me, though thy hard heart say no,

Nothing so kind, but something pitiful!

TAMORA.

I know not what it means:—away with her!

LAVINIA.

O, let me teach thee! for my father’s sake,

That gave thee life, when well he might have slain thee,

Be not obdurate, open thy deaf ears.

TAMORA.

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.

LAVINIA.

O 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;

Poor I was slain when Bassianus died.

TAMORA.

What begg’st thou, then? fond woman, let me go.

LAVINIA.

‘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,

Where never man’s eye may behold my body:

Do this, and be a charitable murderer.

TAMORA.

So should I rob my sweet sons of their fee:

No, let them satisfy their lust on thee.

DEMETRIUS.

Away! for thou hast stay’d us here too long.

LAVINIA.

No grace? no womanhood? Ah, beastly creature!

The blot and enemy to our general name!

Confusion fall,—

CHIRON.

Nay, then I’ll stop your mouth:—bring thou her husband.

This is the hole where Aaron bid us hide him.

[DEMETRIUS throws BASSIANUS’S body into the pit; then exit with CHIRON, dragging off LAVINIA.]

TAMORA.

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 deflower.

[Exit.]