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Dem. But me more good, to see so great a lord Basely insinuate, and send us gifts.

Aar. Had he not reason, lord Demetrius? Did you not use his daughter very friendly?

Dem. I would, we had a thousand Roman dames At such a bay, by turn to serve our lust.

Chi. A charitable wish, and full of love.
Aar. Here lacks but your mother for to say amen.
Chi. And that would she for twenty thousand


Dem. Come, let us go; and pray to all the gods For our beloved mother in her pains. Aar. Pray to the devils; the gods have given us o'er.

[Aside. Flourish. Dem. Why do the emperor's trumpets flourish

thus? Chi. Belike, for joy the emperor hath a son. Dem. Soft; who comes here? Enter a Nurse, with a black-a-moor child in her


Nur. Good-morrow, lords:
Oʻtell me, did you see Aaron the Moor?

Aar. Well, more, or less, or ne'er a whit at all,
Here Aaron is; and what with Aaron now?

Nur. O gentle Aaron, we are all undone ! Now help, or woe betide thee evermore!

Aar. Why, what a caterwauling dost thou keep? What dost thou wrap and fumble in thine arms? Nur. O, that which I would hide from heaven's

eye, Our empress' shame, and stately Rome's disgrace !-She is deliver'd, lords, she is deliver'd.

Aar. To whom?
Nur. I mean, she's brought to bed.

Aar. Well, God
Give her good rest! What hath he sent hers

Nur. A devil.
Aar. Why, then she's the devil's dam; a joyful

Nur. A joyless, dismal, black, and sorrowfal issue:
Here is the babe, as loathsome as a toad
Amongst the fairest breeders of our clime.
The empress sends it thee, thy stamp, thy seal,
And bids thee christen it with thy dagger's point.
Aar. Out, out, you whore ! is black so base a

hue? Sweet blowse, you are a beauteous blossom, sure.

Dem. Villain, what hast thou done?

Aar. Done! that which thou
Canst not undo.

Chi. Thou hast undone our mother.
Aar. Villain, I have done thy mother,

Dem. And therein, hellish dog, thou hast undone. Woe to her chance, and damn'd her loathed choice! Accurs'd the offspring of so foul a fiend!

Chi. It shall not live.
Aar. It shall not die.
Nur. Aaron, it must : the mother wills it so.

Aar. What, must it, nurse? then let no man, but I, Do execution on my flesh and blood.

Dem. I'll broach the tadpole on my rapier's point: Nurse, give it me; my sword shall soon despatch it. Aar. Sooner this sword shall plough thy, bowels up.

[Takes the child from the Nurse, and draws. Stay, murderous villains! will


your brother?
Now, by the burning tapers of the sky,
That shone so brightly when this boy was got,
He dies upon my seymitar's sharp point,
That touches this my first-born son and heir !
I tell you, younglings, not Enceladus,
With all his threatning band of Typhon's brood,
Nor great Alcides, nor the god of war,
Shall seize this prey out of his father's hands.

What, what, ye sanguine shallow-hearted boys!
Ye white-lim'd walls ! ye alehouse painted signs!
Coal-black is better than another hue,
In that it scorns to bear another hue :
For all the water in the ocean
Can never turn a swan's black legs to white,
Although she lave them hourly in the flood.
Tell the empress from me, I ain of age
'To keep mine owo; excuse it how she can..

Dem. Wilt thou betray thy noble mistress thus :
Aar. My mistress is my mistress; this, myself;
The vigour, and the picture of myouth:
This, before all the world, do I prefer;
This, maugre all the world, will I keep safe,
Or some of you shall sınoke for it in Rome.

Dem. By this our mother is for ever sham’d.
Chi. Rome will despise her for this foul escape.
Nur. The emperor, in his rage, will doom her

Chi. I blush to think upon this ignominy.

Aar. Why, there's the privilege your beauty bears : Fy, treacherous hue! that will betray with blushing The close enacts and counsels of the heart! Here's a young lad fram'd 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 And, from that womb, where you imprison'd 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 ?

Dem. Advise thee, Aaron, what is to be done,
And we will all subscribe to thy advice;
Save thou the child, so we may all be safe.

Jife to you;

Aar. Then sit we down, and let us all consult. My son and I will have the wind of

you: Keep there: Now talk at pleasure of your safety.

[They sit on the ground. Dem. How many women saw this child of his? Aar. Why, so, brave lords: When we all join in

I am a lamb: but if you brave the Moor,
The chafed boar, the mountain lioness,
The ocean swells not so as Aaron storms.
But, say again, how many saw the child?

Nur. Cornelia the midwife, and myself,
And no one else, but the deliver'd empress.

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? A long-tongu'd babbling gossip? no, lords, no. And now be it known to you my full intent. Not far, one Muliteus lives, my countryman, His wife but yesternight was brought to bed ; His child is like to fair as you are : Go pack with him, and give the mother gold, And tell them both the circumstance of all; And how by this their child shall be advanc'd, And be received for the emperor's heir, And substituted in the place of mine, To calm this tempest whirling in the court; And let the emperor dandle him for his own. Hark ye, lords; ye see that I have given her physic,

[Pointing to the Nurse. And you must needs bestow her funeral;

The fields are near, and you are gallant grooms :
This done, see that you take no longer days,
But send the midwife presently to me.
The midwife, and the nurse, well made away,
Then let the ladies tattle what they please.

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-lipp'd slave, I'll bear you hence;
For it is

you that puts us to our shifts : I'll make


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.

SCENE III.-The same, A public place, Enter Titus, bearing arrows, with letters at the

ends of them ; with him MARCUS, young Lucius, und other Gentlemen, with bows. Tit. Come, Marcus, come ;-Kinsmen, this is the

way: Sir boy, now let me see your archery; Look ye draw home enough, and 'tis there straight : Terras Astræa reliquit : Be you remember'd, Marcus, she's gone, she's fled. Sirs, take



tools. You, cousins, shall
Go sound the ocean, and cast your nets;
Happily you may find her in the sea ;
Yet there's as little justice as at land :-
No; Publius and Sempronius, you must do it;

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