Unto the body of a dismal yew,

And leave me to this miserable death:
And then they call'd me foul adulteress,
Lascivious Goth, and all the bitterest terms
That ever ear did hear to such effect:
And had you not by wondrous fortune come,
This vengeance on me had they executed.
Revenge it, as you love your mother's life,
Or be ye not henceforth call'd my children.
Dem. This is a witness that I am thy son.

[Stabs BASSIAN US. Chi. And this for me, struck home to show my strength. [Also stabs BAS., who dies. Lav. Ay, come, Semiramis,-nay, barbarous Tamora, For no name fits thy nature but thy own!

Tam. Give me thy poniard; you shall know, my boys, Your mother's hand shall right your mother's wrong.

Dem. Stay, madam; here is more belongs to her;

First thrash the corn, then after burn the straw:
This minion stood upon her chastity,

Upon her nuptial vow, her loyalty,

And with that painted hope braves your mightiness:
And shall she carry this unto her grave?

Chi. An if she do, I would I were an eunuch.
Drag hence her husband to some secret hole,
And make his dead trunk pillow to our lust.
Tam. But when ye have the honey ye desire,

Let not this wasp outlive, us both to sting.

Chi. I warrant you, madam, we will make that sure. Come, mistress, now perforce we will enjoy

That nice-preserved honesty of yours.

Lav. O Tamora! thou bear'st a woman's face,-
Tam. I will not hear her speak; away with her!
Lav. Sweet lords, entreat her hear me but a word.
Dem. Listen, fair madam: let it be your glory
To see her tears; but be your heart to them

As unrelenting flint to drops of rain.

Lav. When did the tiger's young ones teach the dam? O, do not learn her wrath,-she taught it thee;

The milk thou suck'dst from her did turn to marble;
Even at thy teat thou hadst thy tyranny.-

Yet every mother breeds not sons alike:

Do thou entreat her show a woman pity.

[TO CHIRON.

Chi. What, wouldst thou have me prove myself a bastard? Lav. 'Tis true, the raven doth not hatch a lark: Yet have I heard,-O, could I find it now!

The lion, mov'd with pity, did endure
To have his princely paws par'd all away:
Some say that ravens foster forlorn children,
The whilst their own birds famish in their nests
O, be to me, though thy hard heart say no,
Nothing so kind, but something pitiful!

Tam. I know not what it means:-away with her!
Lav. O, let me teach thee! for my father's sake,
That gave thee life, when well he might have slain thee,
Be not obdurate, open thy deaf ears.

Tam. Hadst thou in person ne'er offended me,

Even for his sake am I pitiless.

Remember, boys, I pour'd forth tears in vain

To save your brother from the sacrifice;
But fierce Andronicus would not relent:
Therefore away with her, and use her as you will;
The worse to her the better lov'd of me.

Lav. O Tamora, be call'd a gentle queen,
And with thine own hands kill me in this place!
For 'tis not life that I have begg'd so long;

Poor I was slain when Bassianus died.

Tam. What begg'st thou, then? fond woman, let me go. Lav. 'Tis present death I beg; and one thing more,

That womanhood denies my tongue to tell :

O, keep me from their worse than killing lust,
And tumble me into some loathsome pit,

Where never man's eye may behold my body:
Do this, and be a charitable murderer.

Tam. So should I rob my sweet sons of their fee:

No, let them satisfy their lust on thee.

Dem. Away! for thou hast stay'd us here too long. Lav. No grace? no womanhood? Ah, beastly creature! The blot and enemy to our general name!

Confusion fall,—

Chi. Nay, then I'll stop your mouth:-bring thou her This is the hole where Aaron bid us hide him.

[husband:

[DEM. throws BAS.'s body into the pit; then exit with CHI., dragging off LAV.

Tam. Farewell, my sons: see that you make her sure:

Ne'er let my heart know merry cheer indeed

Till all the Andronici be made away.

Now will I hence to seek my lovely Moor,
And let my spleenful sons this trull deflower.

Re-enter AARON, with QUINTUS and MARTIUS.
Aar. Come on, my lords, the better foot before:

[Exit.

Straight will I bring you to the loathsome pit
Where I espied the panther fast asleep.

Quin. My sight is very dull, whate'er it bodes.

Mart. And mine, I promise you; were't not for shame, Well could I leave our sport to sleep awhile.

[Falls into the pit.
Quin, What, art thou fallen?-What subtle hole is this,
Whose mouth is cover'd with rude-growing briers,
Upon whose leaves are drops of new-shed blood
As fresh as morning's dew distill'd on flowers?
A very fatal place it seems to me.-

Speak, brother, hast thou hurt thee with the fall?
Mart. O brother, with the dismallest object hurt

That ever eye with sight made heart lament!

Aar. [aside.] Now will I fetch the king to find them here,

That he thereby may give a likely guess

How these were they that made away his brother.
Mart. Why dost not comfort me, and help me out
From this unhallow'd and blood-stained hole?

Quin. I am surprised with an uncouth fear;
A chilling sweat o'er-runs my trembling joints;
My heart suspects more than mine eye can see.
Mart. To prove thou hast a true-divining heart,
Aaron and thou look down into this den,
And see a fearful sight of blood and death.

Quin. Aaron is gone; and my compassionate heart
Will not permit mine eyes once to behold
The thing whereat it trembles by surmise:
O, tell me how it is; for ne'er till now

Was I a child to fear I know not what.

Mart. Lord Bassianus lies embrewed here,
All on a heap, like to a slaughter'd lamb,
In this detested, dark, blood-drinking pit.
Quin. If it be dark, how dost thou know 'tis he?
Mart. Upon his bloody finger he doth wear
A precious ring that lightens all the hole,
Which, like a taper in some monument,
Doth shine upon the dead man's earthy cheeks,
And shows the ragged entrails of the pit:
So pale did shine the moon on Pyramus
When he by night lay bath'd in maiden blood.
O brother, help me with thy fainting hand,-
If fear hath made thee faint, as me it hath,-
Out of this fell devouring receptacle,
As hateful as Cocytus' misty mouth.

[Exit.

Quin. Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee out;
Or, wanting strength to do thee so much good,
may be pluck'd into the swallowing womb
Of this deep pit, poor Bassianus' grave.

I have no strength to pluck thee to the brink.

Mart. Nor I no strength to climb without thy help. Quin. Thy hand once more; I will not lose again, Till thou art here aloft or I below:

Thou canst not come to me,-I come to thee.

Enter SATURNINUS with AARON.

Sat. Along with me: I'll see what hole is here,
And what he is that now is leap'd into it.-
Say, who art thou that lately didst descend
Into this gaping hollow of the earth?

Mart. The unhappy son of old Andronicus,
Brought hither in a most unlucky hour,
To find thy brother Bassianus dead.

[Falls in.

Sat. My brother dead! I know thou dost but jest: He and his lady both are at the lodge

Upon the north side of this pleasant chase;

"Tis not an hour since I left him there.

Mart. We know not where you left him all alive;

But, out, alas! here have we found him dead.

Re-enter TAMORA, with Attendants; TITUS ANDRONICUS and LUCIUS.

T'am. Where is my lord the king?

Sat. Here, Tamora; though griev'd with killing grief. Tam. Where is thy brother Bassianus?

Sat. Now to the bottom dost thou search my wound:

Poor Bassanius here lies murdered.

Tam. Then all too late I bring this fatal writ,

The complot of this timeless tragedy;

[Giving a letter.

And wonder greatly, that man's face can fold

In pleasing smiles such murderous tyranny.

Sat. [reads.] An if we miss to meet him handsomely, Sweet huntsman, Bassianus 'tis we mean,

Do thou so much as dig the grave for him:

Thou know'st our meaning. Look for thy reward
Among the nettles at the elder tree

Which overshades the mouth of that same pit
Where we decreed to bury Bassianus.

Do this, and purchase us thy lasting friends.
O Tamora! was ever heard the like?-

This is the pit and this the elder tree :—
Look, sirs, if you can find the huntsman out
That should have murder'd Bassianus here.

Aar. My gracious lord, here is the bag of gold.

[Showing it.

Sat. [to TITUS.] Two of thy whelps, fell curs of bloody

Have here bereft my brother of his life.

[kind,

Sirs, drag them from the pit unto the prison:

There let them bide until we have devis'd

Some never-heard-of torturing pain for them.

Tam. What, are they in this pit? O wondrous thing! How easily murder is discovered!

Tit. High emperor, upon my feeble knee
I beg this boon, with tears not lightly shed,
That this fell fault of my accursed sons,-
Accursed if the fault be prov'd in them,-

Sat. If it be prov'd! you see it is apparent.-
Who found this letter? Tamora, was it you?
Tam. Andronicus himself did take it up.
Tit. I did, my lord: yet let me be their bail;
For, by my father's reverend tomb, I vow
They shall be ready at your highness' will
To answer their suspicion with their lives.

Sat. Thou shalt not bail them: see thou follow me.—
Some bring the murder'd body, some the murderers:
Let them not speak a word, -the guilt is plain;

For, by my soul, were there worse end than death,
That end upon them should be executed.

Tam. Andronicus, I will entreat the king:

Fear not thy sons; they shall do well enough.

Tit. Come, Lucius, come; stay not to talk with them. [Exeunt severally. Attendants bearing the body.

SCENE IV.-Another part of the Forest.

Enter DEMETRIUS and CHIRON, with LAVINIA ravished; her hands cut off and her tongue cut out.

Dem. So, now go tell, an if thy tongue can speak,
Who 'twas that cut thy tongue and ravish'd thee.
Chi. Write down thy mind, bewray thy meaning so,

An if thy stumps will let thee play the scribe.

Dem. See, how with signs and tokens she can scrowl. Chi. Go home, call for sweet water, wash thy hands. Dem. She hath no tongue to call, nor hands to wash; And so let's leave her to her silent walks.