That we may know the traitors and the truth! [she takes the staff in her mouth, and guides it with her stumps, and writes. ་ Tit. O, do you read, my lord, what she hath writ? Stuprum-Chiron-Demetrius.' Mar. What, what!-the lustful sons of Tamora Performers of this heinous, bloody deed? Tit. Magne Dominator poli, Tam lentus audis scelera? tam lentus vides? Mar. O, calm thee, gentle lord! although, I know, There is enough written upon this earth, 1 Husband. And, when he sleeps, will she do what she list. You're a young huntsman, Marcus; let it alone ; And, come, I will go get a leaf of brass, And with a gad of steel 1 will write these words, And lay it by the angry northern wind : Will blow these sands, like Sibyl's leaves, abroad, And where's your lesson then?-Boy, what say you? Boy. I say, my lord, that if I were a man, Their mother's bed-chamber should not be safe For these bad-bondmen to the yoke of Rome. Mar. Ay, that's my boy! thy father hath full oft For this ungrateful country done the like. Boy. And, uncle, so will I, an if I live. Tit. Come, go with me into mine armoury; Lucius, I'll fit thee; and withal, my boy Shall carry from me to the empress' sons Presents, that I intend to send them both. Come, come; thou 'lt do thy message, wilt thou not? Boy. Ay, with my dagger in their bosoms, grand sire. Tit. No, boy, not so; I'll teach thee another course. Lavinia, come ;- -Marcus, look to my house; Ay, marry, will we, sir; and we 'll be waited on. [Exeunt Titus, Lavinia, and Boy. 1 i. e. the point of a spear. Mar. O Heavens, can you hear a good man groan, And not relent, or not compassion him? That hath more scars of sorrow in his heart, [Exit. SCENE II. The same. A room in the palace. Enter AARON, CHIRON, and DEMETRIUS at one door ; at another door, YOUNG LUCIUS, and an Attendant, with a bundle of weapons, and verses writ upon them. Chi. Demetrius, here's the son of Lucius ; He hath some message to deliver to us. Aaron. Ay, some mad message from his mad grandfather. Boy. My lords, with all the humbleness I may, I greet your honors from Andronicus ; And pray the Roman gods, confound you both. [aside. Dem. Gramercy,1 lovely Lucius: what's the news? Boy. That you are both decipher'd, that's the news, 1 Probably a contraction of grand merci, i. e. I thank you. For villains mark'd with rape. [aside.] May it please you, My grandsire, well-advised, hath sent by me To gratify your honorable youth, The hope of Rome; for so he bade me say, And so I leave you both, [aside.] like bloody vil[Exeunt Boy and Attendant. lains. Dem. What 's here? A scroll; and written round about? Let's see; Integer vitæ, scelerisque purus, Non eget Mauri jaculis, nec arcu. Chi. O, 'tis a verse in Horace; I know it well: I read it in the grammar long ago. Aaron. Ay, just!—a verse in Horace ;-right; Now, what a thing it is to be an ass! Here's no sound jest! the old man hath found their guilt: And sends the weapons wrapp'd about with lines, [aside. And now, young lords, was 't not a happy star It did me good, before the palace gate, To brave the tribune in his brother's hearing. Aaron. Had he not reason, lord Demetrius? Chi. A charitable wish, and full of love! Aaron. Here lacks but your mother for to say Amen. Chi. And that would she for twenty thousand more. Dem. Come, let us go; and pray to all the gods For our beloved mother in her pains. us o'er. Aaron. Pray to the devils: the gods have given [aside. Florish. Dem. Why do the emperor's trumpets florish thus ? Chi. Belike, for joy the emperor hath a son. Enter NURSE, with a blackamoor Child in her arms. Nurse. Good morrow, lords. O, tell me, did you see Aaron the Moor? Aaron. Well, more or less, or neʼer a whit at all, Here Aaron is: and what with Aaron now? Nurse. O, gentle Aaron, we are all undone. Now help, or woe betide thee evermore! |