Coal black is better than another hue, Can never turn a swan's black legs to white, Dem. Wilt thou betray thy noble mistress thus? Dem. By this our mother is for ever sham'd. Aar. Why, there's the privilege your beauty bears; He is your brother, lords; sensibly fed And, from that womb, where you imprison'd were, 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, 6 In spite of. 7 i. e. Ignominy. * Complexion, And we will all subscribe to thy advice; Save thou the child, so we may all be safe. 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 league, I am a lamb but if you brave the Moor, 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, prepar'd to the spit. Dem. What mean'st thou, Aaron? Wherefore didst thou this? Aar. O, lord, sir, 'tis a deed of policy: Go pack with him, and give the mother gold, 9 Contrive, bargain with. And how by this their child shall be advanc'd Hark ye, lords, ye see, that I have given her physick, [Pointing to the Nurse. And you must needs bestow her funeral; The midwife, and the nurse, well made away, Dem. For this care of Tamora, Herself, and hers, are highly bound to thee, [Exeunt DEM, and Cн1. bearing off the Nurse. I'll make you feed on berries, and on roots, To be a warrior, and command a camp. [Exit. SCENE III. The same. A publick Place. Enter TITUS, bearing Arrows, with Letters at the ends of them; with him MARCUS, young Lucius, and 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: Be you remember'd, Marcus, she's gone, she's fled. No; Publius and Sempronius, you must do it; Mar. O, Publius, is not this a heavy case, To see thy noble uncle thus distract? Pub. Therefore, my lord, it highly us concerns, By day and night to attend him carefully; And feed his humour kindly as we may, Till time beget some careful remedy. Mar. Kinsmen, his sorrows are past remedy. Join with the Goths; and with revengeful war Take wreak on Rome for this ingratitude,, And vengeance on the traitor Saturnine. Tit. Publius, how now? how now, my masters? What, Have you met with her? If Pub. No, my good lord; but Plutus sends you word you will have revenge from hell, you shall: Marry, for Justice, she is so employ'd, He thinks, with Jove in heaven, or somewhere else, So that perforce you must needs stay a time. Tit. He doth me wrong, to feed me with delays. I'll dive into the burning lake below, And pull her out of Acheron by the heels.- No big-bon'd men, fram'd of the Cyclop's size: Yet wrung' with wrongs, more than our backs can bear: And sith there is no justice in earth nor hell, To send down justice for to wreak3 our wrongs : Come, to this gear,4 You are a good archer, Marcus. [He gives them the Arrows. Strained. * Since. 3 Revenge. 4 Dress, furniture. |