The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare (moboreader .TXT) 📕

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

CHIRON. 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.

TAMORA. But when ye have the honey we desire, Let not this wasp outlive, us both to sting.

CHIRON. I warrant you, madam, we will make that sure.

Come, mistress, now perforce we will enjoy That nice-preserved honesty of yours.

LAVINIA. O Tamora! thou bearest a woman’s face-TAMORA. I will not hear her speak; away with her!

LAVINIA. Sweet lords, entreat her hear me but a word.

DEMETRIUS. 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.

LAVINIA. 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: [To CHIRON] Do thou entreat her show a woman’s pity.

CHIRON. What, wouldst thou have me prove myself a bastard?

LAVINIA. ‘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!

TAMORA. I know not what it means; away with her!

LAVINIA. 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.

TAMORA. 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.

LAVINIA. 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.

TAMORA. What beg’st thou, then? Fond woman, let me go.

LAVINIA. ‘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.

TAMORA. So should I rob my sweet sons of their fee; No, let them satisfy their lust on thee.

DEMETRIUS. Away! for thou hast stay’d us here too long.

LAVINIA. No grace? no womanhood? Ah, beastly creature, The blot and enemy to our general name!

Confusion fall—

CHIRON. Nay, then I’ll stop your mouth. Bring thou her husband.

This is the hole where Aaron bid us hide him.

DEMETRIUS throws the body of BASSIANUS into the pit; then exeunt DEMETRIUS and CHIRON, dragging off LAVINIA TAMORA. 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. Exit Re-enter AARON, with two of TITUS’ sons, QUINTUS and MARTIUS

AARON. Come on, my lords, the better foot before; Straight will I bring you to the loathsome pit Where I espied the panther fast asleep.

QUINTUS. My sight is very dull, whate’er it bodes.

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

[Falls into the pit]

QUINTUS. What, art thou fallen? What subtle hole is this, Whose mouth is covered with rude-growing briers, Upon whose leaves are drops of new-shed blood As fresh as morning dew distill’d on flowers?

A very fatal place it seems to me.

Speak, brother, hast thou hurt thee with the fall?

MARTIUS. O brother, with the dismal’st object hurt That ever eye with sight made heart lament!

AARON. [Aside] Now will I fetch the King to find them here, That he thereby may have a likely guess How these were they that made away his brother. Exit MARTIUS. Why dost not comfort me, and help me out From this unhallow’d and blood-stained hole?

QUINTUS. 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.

MARTIUS. 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.

QUINTUS. 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 who it is, for ne’er till now Was I a child to fear I know not what.

MARTIUS. Lord Bassianus lies beray’d in blood, All on a heap, like to a slaughtered lamb, In this detested, dark, blood-drinking pit.

QUINTUS. If it be dark, how dost thou know ‘tis he?

MARTIUS. Upon his bloody finger he doth wear A precious ring that lightens all this hole, Which, like a taper in some monument, Doth shine upon the dead man’s earthy cheeks, And shows the ragged entrails of this 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.

QUINTUS. Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee out, Or, wanting strength to do thee so much good, I 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.

MARTIUS. Nor I no strength to climb without thy help.

QUINTUS. Thy hand once more; I will not loose again, Till thou art here aloft, or I below.

Thou canst not come to me-I come to thee. [Falls in]

Enter the EMPEROR and AARON the Moor SATURNINUS. Along with me! I’ll see what hole is here, And what he is that now is leapt into it.

Say, who art thou that lately didst descend Into this gaping hollow of the earth?

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

SATURNINUS. 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 them there.

MARTIUS. We know not where you left them all alive; But, out alas! here have we found him dead.

Re-enter TAMORA, with

attendants; TITUS ANDRONICUS and Lucius TAMORA. Where is my lord the King?

SATURNINUS. Here, Tamora; though griev’d with killing grief.

TAMORA. Where is thy brother Bassianus?

SATURNINUS. Now to the bottom dost thou search my wound; Poor Bassianus here lies murdered.

TAMORA. Then all too late I bring this fatal writ, The complot of this timeless tragedy; And wonder greatly that man’s face can fold In pleasing smiles such murderous tyranny.

[She giveth SATURNINE a letter]

SATURNINUS. [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 murdered Bassianus here.

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

SATURNINUS. [To TITUS] Two of thy whelps, fell curs of bloody kind,

Have here bereft my brother of his life.

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.

TAMORA. What, are they in this pit? O wondrous thing!

How easily murder is discovered!

TITUS. 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-SATURNINUS. If it be prov’d! You see it is apparent.

Who found this letter? Tamora, was it you?

TAMORA. Andronicus himself did take it up.

TITUS. I did, my lord, yet let me be their bail; For, by my fathers’ reverend tomb, I vow They shall be ready at your Highness’ will To answer their suspicion with their lives.

SATURNINUS. Thou shalt not bail them; see thou follow me.

Some bring the murdered 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.

TAMORA. Andronicus, I will entreat the King.

Fear not thy sons; they shall do well enough.

TITUS. Come, Lucius, come; stay not to talk with them. Exeunt

SCENE IV.

Another part of the forest

Enter the Empress’ sons, DEMETRIUS and CHIRON, with LAVINIA, her hands cut off, and her tongue cut out, and ravish’d DEMETRIUS. So, now go tell, an if thy tongue can speak, Who ‘twas that cut thy tongue and ravish’d thee.

CHIRON. Write down thy mind, bewray thy meaning so, An if thy stumps will let thee play the scribe.

DEMETRIUS. See how with signs and tokens she can scrowl.

CHIRON. Go home, call for sweet water, wash thy hands.

DEMETRIUS. She hath no tongue to call, nor hands to wash; And so let’s leave her to her silent walks.

CHIRON. An ‘twere my cause, I should go hang myself.

DEMETRIUS. If thou hadst hands to help thee knit the cord.

Exeunt DEMETRIUS and CHIRON

Wind horns. Enter MARCUS, from hunting MARCUS. Who is this?- my niece, that flies away so fast?

Cousin, a word: where is your husband?

If I do dream, would all my wealth would wake me!

If I do wake, some planet strike me down, That I may slumber an eternal sleep!

Speak, gentle niece. What stern ungentle hands Hath lopp’d, and hew’d, and made thy body bare Of her two branches-those sweet ornaments Whose circling shadows kings have sought to sleep in, And might not gain so great a happiness As half thy love? Why dost not speak to me?

Alas, a crimson river of warm blood,

Like to a bubbling fountain stirr’d with wind, Doth rise and fall between thy rosed lips, Coming and going with thy honey breath.

But sure some Tereus hath deflowered thee, And, lest thou shouldst detect him, cut thy tongue.

Ah, now thou turn’st away thy face for shame!

And notwithstanding all this loss of blood-As from a conduit with three issuing spouts-Yet do thy cheeks look red as Titan’s face Blushing to be encount’red with a cloud.

Shall I speak for thee? Shall I say ‘tis so?

O, that I knew thy heart, and knew the beast, That I might rail at him to ease my mind!

Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopp’d, Doth burn the heart to cinders where it is.

Fair Philomel, why she but lost her tongue, And in a tedious sampler sew’d her mind; But, lovely niece, that mean is cut from thee.

A craftier Tereus, cousin, hast thou met, And he hath cut those pretty fingers off That could have better sew’d than Philomel.

O, had the monster seen those lily hands Tremble like aspen leaves upon a