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Coal black is better than another hue,
Dem. Wilt thou betray thy noble mistress thus?
Aar. My mistress is my mistress; this, myself;
Dem. By this our mother is for ever sham'd.
Aar. Why, there's the privilege your beauty bears ;
Nur. Aaron, what shall I say unto the empress? Dem. Advise thee, Aaron, what is to be done,
6 In spite of.
7 i. 6. Ignominy.
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.
[They sit on the Ground. Dem. How many women saw this child of his ? Aar. Why, so, brave lords; When we all join in
Nur. Cornelia the midwife, and myself,
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, wekę !--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: 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 her, fair as you are : Go pack with him, and give the mother gold, And tell them both the circumstance of all;
9 Contrive, bargain with,
And how by this their child shall be advanc'd
[Pointing to the Nurse, And
you must needs bestow her funeral ;
Chi. Aaron, I see, thou wilt not trust the air
Dem, For this care of Tamora, Herself, and hers, are highly bound to thee,
[Exeunt Dem, and Chi. bearing off the Nurse.
puts us to our shifts : I'll make
feed on berries, and on roots,
The same. A publick Place.
Enter Tirus, 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
Sir boy, now let me see your archery;
Mar. 0, 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 ?
met with her ? Pub. No, my good lord; but Plutus sends you word If
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. Marcus, we are but shrubs, no cedars we; No big-bond men, fram'd of the Cyclop's size: But metal, Marcus, steel to the very back; Yet wrung' with wrongs, more than our backs can
bear : And sith? there is no justice in earth nor hell, We will solicit heaven ; and move the gods, To send down justice for to wreak 3 our wrongs : Come, to this gear.4 You are a good archer, Marcus.
[He gives them the Arrows.
4 Dress, furniture.