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Of a cut loaf to steal a shive, we know :
Aar. Ay, and as good as Saturninus may. [Aside.
Aar. Why then, it seems, some certain snatch, or
Would serve your turns.
Ay, so the turn were sery'd.
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 4 4 for this? Would it offend
then That both should speed ? Chi.
l'faith, not me. Dem. So I were one. Aar. 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 lingering languishment
turns : There serve your lust, shadow'd from heaven's eye, And revel in Lavinia's treasury.
Chi. Thy counsel, lad, smells of no cowardice.
Dem. Sit fas aut nefas, till I find the stream To cool this heat, a charm to calm these fits, Per Styga, per manes vehor..
5 By nature.
6 Sacred here signifies accursed; a Latinism.
A Forest near Rome. A Lodge seen at a distance.
Horns, and cry of Hounds heard.
Enter Titus ANDRONICUS, with Hunters, 8c:
MARCUS, LUCIUS, QUINtus, and MARTIUS.
Tit. The hunt is up, the morn is bright and grey, The fields are fragrant, and the woods are green: Uncouple here, and let us make a bay, And wake the emperor and his lovely bride, And rouse the prince; and ring a hunter's peal, That all the court may echo with the noise. Sons, let it be your charge, as it is ours, To tend the emperor's person carefully : I have been troubled in my sleep this night, But dawning day new comfort hath inspir'd.
Horns wind a Peal. Enter SATURNINUS, TAMORA,
BASSIANUS, LAVINIA, CHIRON, DEMETRIUS, and Attendants.
Tit. Many good morrows to your majesty ;-
Sat. And you have rung it lustily, my lords,
Bas. Lavinia, how say you?
I say, no;
Sat. Come on then, horse and chariots let us have, And to our sport :-Madam, now shall ye see
Our Roman hunting.
[To Tamora. Mar.
I have dogs, my lord, Will rouse the proudest panther in the chase, And climb the highest promontory top.
Tit. And I have horse will follow where the game Makes way, and run like swallows o'er the plain. Dem. Chiron, we hunt not, we, with horse nor
hound, But hope to pluck a dainty doe to ground. [Ereunt.
A desert Part of the Forest.
Enter AARON, with a Bag of Gold. Aar. 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, 8
[Hides the Gold. That have their alms out of the empress' chest.
Enter TAMORA. Tam. My lovely Aaron, wherefore look'st thou sad, When every thing doth make a gleeful boast? The birds chaunt melody on every bush ;' The snake lies rolled in the cheerful sun; The green leaves quiver with the cooling wind,
And make a checquer'd shadow on the ground:
Aar. Madam, though Venus govern your desires,
· See Ovid's Metamorphoses, Book VI.