Lucius has let fall.
Tit.
How now, Lavinia?—Marcus, what means this?
Some book there is that she desires to see:—
Which is it, girl, of these?—Open them, boy.—
But thou art deeper read, and better skill'd;
Come, and take choice of all my library,
-- 331 --
And so beguile thy sorrow, till the heavens
Reveal the damn'd contriver of this deed.—
Why lifts she up her arms in sequence thus?
Mar.
I think, she means, that there was more than one
Confederate in the fact;—Ay, more there was:
Or else to heaven she heaves them for revenge.
Tit.
Lucius, what book is that she tosseth so?
Boy.
Grandsire, 'tis Ovid's Metamorphosis;
My mother gav't me.
Mar.
For love of her that's gone,
Perhaps she cull'd it from among the rest.
Tit.
Soft! see, how busily she turns the leaves!7 note
Help her:
What would she find?—Lavinia, shall I read?
This is the tragick tale of Philomel,
And treats of Tereus' treason, and his rape;
And rape, I fear, was root of thine annoy.
Mar.
See, brother, see; note, how she quotes the leaves8 note.
Tit.
Lavinia, wert thou thus surpriz'd, sweet girl,
Ravish'd and wrong'd, as Philomela was,
Forc'd in the ruthless, vast, and gloomy woods?—
See, see!—
Ay, such a place there is, where we did hunt,
(O, had we never, never, hunted there!)
Pattern'd by that the poet here describes,
By nature made for murders, and for rapes.
Mar.
O, why should nature build so foul a den,
Unless the gods delight in tragedies!
-- 332 --
Tit.
Give signs, sweet girl,—for here are none but friends,—
What Roman lord it was durst do the deed:
Or slunk not Saturnine, as Tarquin erst,
That left the camp to sin in Lucrece' bed?
Mar.
Sit down, sweet niece;—brother, sit down by me.—
Apollo, Pallas, Jove, or Mercury,
Inspire me, that I may this treason find!—
My lord, look here;—Look here, Lavinia:
This sandy plot is plain; guide, if thou canst,
This after me, when I have writ my name
Without the help of any hand at all.
[He writes his Name with his Staff, and guides it with his Feet and Mouth.
Curs'd be that heart, that forc'd us to this shift!—
Write thou, good niece; and here display, at last,
What God will have discover'd for revenge:
Heaven guide thy pen to print thy sorrows plain,
That we may know the traitors, and the truth!
[She takes the Staff in her Mouth, and guides it with her Stumps, and writes.
Tit.
O, do you read, my lord, what she hath writ?
Stuprum—Chiron—Demetrius.
Mar.
What, what!—the lustful sons of Tamora
Performers of this heinous, bloody deed?
Tit.
Magni Dominator poli9 note
,
Tam lentus audis scelera? tam lentus vides?
Mar.
O, calm thee, gentle lord! although, I know,
There is enough written upon this earth,
-- 333 --
To stir a mutiny in the mildest thoughts,
And arm the minds of infants to exclaims.
My lord, kneel down with me; Lavinia, kneel;
And kneel, sweet boy, the Roman Hector's hope;
And swear with me,—as with the woful feere1 note
,
And father, of that chaste dishonour'd dame,
Lord Junius Brutus sware for Lucrece' rape,—
That we will prosecute, by good advice,
Mortal revenge upon these traitorous Goths,
And see their blood, or die with this reproach.
-- 334 --
Tit.
'Tis sure enough, an you knew how,
But if you hurt these bear-whelps, then beware:
The dam will wake; and, if she wind you once,
She's with the lion deeply still in league,
And lulls him whilst she playeth on her back,
And, when he sleeps, will she do what she list.
You're a young huntsman, Marcus; let it alone2 note;
And, come, I will go get a leaf of brass,
And with a gad of steel3 note will write these words,
And lay it by: the angry northern wind
Will blow these sands, like Sybil's leaves, abroad,4 note
And where's your lesson then?—Boy, what say you?
Boy.
I say, my lord, that if I were a man,
Their mother's bed-chamber should not be safe
For these bad-bondmen to the yoke of Rome.
Mar.
Ay, that's my boy! thy father hath full oft
For this ungrateful country done the like.
Boy.
And, uncle, so will I, an if I live.
Tit.
Come, go with me into mine armoury;
Lucius, I'll fit thee; and withal, my boy
Shall carry from me to the empress' sons
Presents, that I intend to send them both:
Come, come; thou'lt do thy message, wilt thou not?
Boy.
Ay, with my dagger in their bosoms, grandsire.
Tit.
No, boy, not so; I'll teach thee another course.
-- 335 --
Lavinia, come:—Marcus, look to my house;
Lucius and I'll go brave it at the court;
Ay, marry, will we, sir; and we'll be waited on.
[Exeunt Titus, Lavinia, and Boy.
Mar.
O heavens, can you hear a good man groan,
And not relent, or not compassion him?
Marcus, attend him in his ecstasy;
That hath more scars of sorrow in his heart,
Than foe-men's marks upon his batter'd shield:
But yet so just, that he will not revenge:—
Revenge the heavens5 note
for old Andronicus!
[Exit.
SCENE II.
The Same. A Room in the Palace.
Enter Aaron, Chiron, and Demetrius, at one
Door; at another Door, young Lucius, and an
Attendant, with a Bundle of Weapons, and Verses writ upon them.
Chi.
Demetrius, here's the son of Lucius;
He hath some message to deliver to us.
Aar.
Ay, some mad message from his mad grandfather.
Boy.
My lords, with all the humbleness I may,
I greet your honours from Andronicus;—
And pray the Roman gods, confound you both.
[Aside.
-- 336 --
Dem.
Gramercy6 note, lovely Lucius: What's the news?
Boy.
That you are both decipher'd, that's the news,
For villains mark'd with rape. [Aside.] May it please you,
My grandsire, well-advis'd, hath sent by me
The goodliest weapons of his armoury,
To gratify your honourable youth,
The hope of Rome; for so he bade me say;
And so I do, and with his gifts present
Your lordships, that whenever you have need,
You may be armed and appointed well:
And so I leave you both, [Aside.] like bloody villains.
[Exeunt Boy and Attendant.
Dem.
What's here? A scroll; and written round about?
Let's see;
Integer vitæ, scelerisque purus,
Non eget Mauri jaculis, nec arcu.
Chi.
O, 'tis a verse in Horace; I know it well:
I read it in the grammar long ago.
Aar.
Ay, just!—a verse in Horace;—right, you have it.
Now, what a thing it is to be an ass!
Aside.
Here's no sound jest7 note
! the old man hath found their guilt:
Aside.
And sends the weapons8 note wrapp'd about with lines,
Aside.
-- 337 --
That wound, beyond their feeling, to the quick.
Aside.
But were our witty empress well a-foot,
Aside.
She would applaud Andronicus' conceit.
Aside.
But let her rest in her unrest awhile.—
Aside.
And now, young lords, was't not a happy star
Led us to Rome, strangers, and more than so,
Captives, to be advanced to this height?
It did me good, before the palace gate
To brave the tribune in his brother's hearing.
Dem.
But me more good, to see so great a lord
Basely insinuate, and send us gifts.
Aar.
Had he not reason, lord Demetrius?
Did you not use his daughter very friendly?
Dem.
I would, we had a thousand Roman dames
At such a bay, by turn to serve our lust.
Chi.
A charitable wish, and full of love.
Aar.
Here lacks but your mother for to say amen.
Chi.
And that would she for twenty thousand more.
Dem.
Come, let us go; and pray to all the gods
For our beloved mother in her pains.
Aar.
Pray to the devils; the gods have given us o'er.
[Aside. Flourish.
Dem.
Why do the emperor's trumpets flourish thus?
Chi.
Belike, for joy the emperor hath a son.
Dem.
Soft; who comes here?
Enter a Nurse, with a Black-a-moor Child in her Arms.
Nur.
Good morrow, lords:
O, tell me, did you see Aaron the Moor.
Aar.
Well, more, or less, or ne'er a whit at all,
Here Aaron is; and what with Aaron now?
Nur.
O gentle Aaron, we are all undone!
Now help, or woe betide thee evermore!
-- 338 --
Aar.
Why, what a caterwauling dost thou keep?
What dost thou wrap and fumble in thy arms?
Nur.
O, that which I would hide from heaven's eye,
Our empress' shame, and stately Rome's disgrace;—
She is deliver'd, lords, she is deliver'd.
Aar.
To whom?
Nur.
I mean she's brought to bed.
Aar.
Well, God
Give her good rest! What hath he sent her?
Nur.
A devil.
Aar.
Why, then she's the devil's dam; a joyful issue.
Nur.
A joyless, dismal, black, and sorrowful issue:
Here is the babe, as loathsome as a toad
Amongst the fairest breeders of our clime.
The empress sends it thee, thy stamp, thy seal,
And bids thee christen it with thy dagger's point.
Aar.
Out9 note
, you whore! is black so base a hue?—
Sweet blowse, you are a beauteous blossom, sure.
Dem.
Villain, what hast thou done?
Aar.
Done! that which thou1 note
Canst not undo2 note
.
Chi.
Thou hast undone3 note
our mother.
-- 339 --
Aar.
Villain, I have done thy mother4 note
.
Dem.
And therein, hellish dog, thou hast undone.
Woe to her chance, and damn'd her loathed choice!
Accurs'd the offspring of so foul a fiend!
Chi.
It shall not live.
Aar.
It shall not die5 note
.
Nur.
Aaron, it must: the mother wills it so.
Aar.
What, must it, nurse? then let no man but I,
Do execution on my flesh and blood.
Dem.
I'll broach the tadpole6 note
on my rapier's point,
Nurse, give it me; my sword shall soon despatch it.
-- 340 --
Aar.
Sooner this sword shall plow thy bowels up,
[Takes the Child from the Nurse, and draws.
Stay, murderous villains! will you kill your brother?
Now, by the burning tapers of the sky,
That shone so brightly when this boy was got,
He dies upon my scimitar's sharp point,
That touches this my first-born son and heir!
I tell you, younglings, not Enceladus,
With all his threat'ning band of Typhon's brood,
Nor great Alcides, nor the god of war,
Shall seize this prey out of his father's hands.
What, what; ye sanguine, shallow-hearted boys!
Ye white-lim'd walls7 note
! ye alehouse painted signs!
Coal-black is better than another hue,
In that it scorns to bear another hue8 note
:
For all the water in the ocean
Can never turn a swan's black legs to white,
Although she lave them hourly in the flood.
Tell the emperess from me, I am of age
To keep mine own; excuse it how she can.
Dem.
Wilt thou betray thy noble mistress thus?
Aar.
My mistress is my mistress; this, myself;
The vigour, and the picture of my youth:
-- 341 --
This, before all the world, do I prefer;
This, maugre all the world, will I keep safe,
Or some of you shall smoke for it in Rome.
Dem.
By this our mother is for ever sham'd.
Chi.
Rome will despise her for this foul escape9 note
.
Nur.
The emperor, in his rage, will doom her death.
Chi.
I blush to think upon this ignomy1 note.
Aar.
Why, there's the privilege your beauty bears:
Fye, treacherous hue! that will betray with blushing
The close enacts and counsels of the heart2 note
!
Here's a young lad fram'd of another leer3 note
:
Look, how the black slave smiles upon the father;
As who should say, Old lad, I am thine own.
He is your brother, lords; sensibly fed
Of that self-blood that first gave life to you;
And, from that womb4 note, where you imprison'd were,
-- 342 --
He is enfranchised and come to light:
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,
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,
The chased boar, the mountain lioness,
The ocean swells not so as Aaron storms.—
But, say again, how many saw the child?
Nur.
Cornelia the midwife, and myself:
And no one else, but the deliver'd empress.
Aar.
The emperess, the midwife, and yourself:
Two may keep counsel, when the third's away5 note:
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 did'st 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 lives6 note
, my countryman,
-- 343 --
His wife but yesternight was brought to bed;
His child is like to her, fair as you are:
Go pack with him7 note
, and give the mother gold,
And tell them both the circumstance of all:
And how by this their child shall be advanc'd,
And be received for the emperor's heir,
And substituted in the place of mine,
To calm this tempest whirling in the court;
And let the emperor dandle him for his own.
Hark ye, lords; ye see, that I8 note have given her physick,
[Pointing to the Nurse.
And you must needs bestow her funeral;
The fields are near, and you are gallant grooms:
This done, see that you take no longer days,
But send the midwife presently to me.
The midwife, and the nurse, well made away,
Then let the ladies tattle what they please.
Chi.
Aaron, I see, thou wilt not trust the air
With secrets.
Dem.
For this care of Tamora,
Herself, and hers, are highly bound to thee.
[Exeunt Dem. and Chi. bearing off the Nurse.
Aar.
Now to the Goths, as swift as swallow flies;
-- 344 --
There to dispose this treasure in mine arms,
And secretly to greet the empress' friends.—
Come on, you thick-lipp'd slave, I'll bear you hence;
For it is you that puts us to our shifts;
I'll make you feed on berries and on roots,
And feed9 note
on curds and whey, and suck the goat,
And cabin in a cave; and bring you up
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, now1 note let me see your archery;
Look ye draw home enough, and 'tis there straight:
Terras Astræa reliquit:
Be you remember'd, Marcus, she's gone, she's fled.
Sir, take you to your tools. You, cousins, shall
Go sound the ocean, and cast your nets;
Happily you may catch her in the sea2 note
;
Yet there's as little justice as at land:—
No; Publius and Sempronius, you must do it;
'Tis you must dig with mattock, and with spade,
-- 345 --
And pierce the inmost center of the earth:
Then, when you come to Pluto's region,
I pray you, deliver him this petition;
Tell him it is for justice, and for aid:
And that it comes from old Andronicus,
Shaken with sorrows in ungrateful Rome.—
Ah, Rome!—Well, well; I made thee miserable,
What time I threw the people's suffrages
On him that thus doth tyrannize o'er me.—
Go, get you gone; and pray be careful all,
And leave you not a man of war unsearch'd;
This wicked emperor may have shipp'd her hence,
And, kinsmen, then we may go pipe for justice.
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?
Pub.
No, my good lord; but Pluto 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-bon'd men, fram'd of the Cyclops' size:
-- 346 --
But metal, Marcus, steel to the very back;
Yet wrung with wrongs3 note
, 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 wreak4 note
our wrongs:
Come, to this gear. You are a good archer, Marcus.
[He gives them the Arrows.
Ad Jovem, that's for you:—Here, ad Apollinem:—
Ad Martem, that's for myself;—
Here, boy, to Pallas:—Here, to Mercury:
To Saturn, Caius5 note
, not to Saturnine,—
You were as good to shoot against the wind.—
To it, boy. Marcus, loose you6 note, when I bid:
O' my word, I have written to effect;
There's not a god left unsolicited.
-- 347 --
Mar.
Kinsmen, shoot all your shafts into the court7 note
:
We will afflict the emperor in his pride.
Tit.
Now, masters, draw. [They shoot.] O, well said, Lucius!
Good boy, in Virgo's lap; give it Pallas.
Mar.
My lord, I aim a mile beyond the moon8 note
;
Your letter is with Jupiter by this.
Tit.
Ha! Publius, Publius, what hast thou done!
See, see, thou hast shot off one of Taurus' horns.
Mar.
This was the sport, my lord: when Publius shot,
The bull being gall'd, gave Aries such a knock
That down fell both the ram's horns in the court;
And who should find them but the empress' villain?
She laugh'd, and told the Moor, he should not choose
But give them to his master for a present.
-- 348 --
Tit.
Why, there it goes: God give your lordship8 note joy.
Enter a Clown, with a Basket and Two Pigeons.
News, news from heaven! Marcus, the post is come.
Sirrah, what tidings? have you any letters?
Shall I have justice? what says Jupiter?
Clo.
Ho! the gibbet-maker? he says, that he
hath taken them down again, for the man must not
be hanged till the next week.
Tit.
But what says Jupiter, I ask thee?
Clo.
Alas, sir, I know not Jupiter; I never drank
with him in all my life9 note.
Tit.
Why villain, art not thou the carrier?
Clo.
Ay, of my pigeons, sir; nothing else.
Tit.
Why, didst thou not come from heaven?
Clo.
From heaven? alas, sir, I never came there:
God forbid, I should be so bold to press to heaven
in my young days. Why, I am going with my
pigeons to the tribunal plebs1 note
, to take up a matter
of brawl betwixt my uncle and one of the emperial's
men.
Mar.
Why, sir, that is as fit as can be, to serve
for your oration; and let him deliver the pigeons
to the emperor from you.
Tit.
Tell me, can you deliver an oration to the
emperor with a grace?
-- 349 --
Clo.
Nay, truly, sir, I could never say grace in
all my life.
Tit.
Sirrah, come hither: make no more ado,
But give your pigeons to the emperor:
By me thou shalt have justice at his hands.
Hold, hold;—mean while, here's money for thy charges.
Give me a pen and ink.—
Sirrah, can you with grace deliver a supplication?
Clo.
Ay, sir.
Tit.
Then here is a supplication for you. And
when you come to him, at the first approach, you
must kneel; then kiss his foot; then deliver up
your pigeons; and then look for your reward, I'll
be at hand, sir; see you do it bravely.
Clo.
I warrant you, sir; let me alone.
Tit.
Sirrah, hast thou a knife? Come, let me see it.
Here, Marcus, fold it in the oration;
For thou hast made it like an humble suppliant:—
And when thou hast given it to the emperor,
Knock at my door, and tell me what he says.
Clo.
God be with you, sir; I will.
Tit.
Come, Marcus, let's go:—Publius, follow me.
[Exeunt.
SCENE IV.
The Same. Before the Palace.
Enter Saturninus, Tamora, Chiron, Demetrius,
Lords and Others: Saturninus with the Arrows
in his Hand, that Titus shot.
Sat.
Why, lords, what wrongs are these? Was ever seen
An emperor of Rome thus overborne,
-- 350 --
Troubled, confronted thus; and, for the extent
Of egal justice, us'd in such contempt?
My lords, you know, as do2 note the mightful gods,
However these disturbers of our peace
Buz in the people's ears, there nought hath pass'd,
But even with the law3 note, against the wilful sons
Of old Andronicus. And what an if
His sorrows have so overwhelm'd his wits,
Shall we be thus afflicted in his wreaks,
His fits, his frenzy, and his bitterness?
And now he writes to heaven for his redress:
See, here's to Jove, and this to Mercury;
This to Apollo; this to the god of war:
Sweet scrolls to fly about the streets of Rome!
What's this, but libelling against the senate,
And blazoning our injustice every where?
A goodly humour, is it not, my lords?
As who would say, in Rome no justice were.
But if I live, his feigned ecstsaies
Shall be no shelter to these outrages:
But he and his shall know, that justice lives
In Saturninus' health; whom, if she sleep,
He'll so awake, as she in fury shall
Cut off the proud'st conspirator that lives.
Tam.
My gracious lord, my lovely Saturnine,
Lord of my life, commander of my thoughts,
Calm thee, and bear the faults of Titus' age,
The effects of sorrow for his valiant sons,
Whose loss hath pierc'd him deep, and scarr'd his heart;
And rather comfort his distressed plight,
Than prosecute the meanest, or the best,
-- 351 --
For these contempts. Why, thus it shall become
High-witted Tamora to gloze with all:
[Aside.
But, Titus, I have touched thee to the quick,
Thy life-blood out: if Aaron now be wise,
Then is all safe, the anchor's in the port4 note.—
Enter Clown.
How now, good fellow? would'st thou speak with us?
Clo.
Yes, forsooth, an your mistership be imperial.
Tam.
Empress I am, but yonder sits the emperor.
Clo.
'Tis he.—God, and saint Stephen, give you
good den: I have brought you a letter, and a couple
of pigeons here.
[Saturninus reads the Letter.
Sat.
Go, take him away, and hang him presently.
Clo.
How much money must I have?
Tam.
Come, sirrah, you must be hang'd.
Clo.
Hang'd! By'r lady, then I have brought
up a neck to a fair end.
[Exit, guarded.
Sat.
Despiteful and intolerable wrongs!
Shall I endure this monstrous villainy?
I know from whence this same device proceeds;
May this be borne?—as if his traitorous sons,
That died by law for murder of our brother,
Have by my means been butcher'd wrongfully.—
Go, drag the villain hither by the hair;
Nor age, nor honour, shall shape privilege:—
For this proud mock, I'll be thy slaughter-man;
Sly frantick wretch, that holp'st to make me great,
In hope thyself should govern Rome and me.
Enter Æmilius5 note
.
What news with thee, Æmilius?
-- 352 --
Æmil.
Arm, arm, my lords6 note
: Rome never had more cause!
The Goths have gather'd head; and with a power
Of high-resolved men, bent to the spoil,
They hither march amain, under condúct
Of Lucius, son to old Andronicus;
Who threats, in course of this revenge, to do
As much as ever Coriolanus did.
Sat.
Is warlike Lucius general of the Goths?
These tidings nip me; and I hang the head
As flowers with frost, or grass beat down with storms,
Ay, now begin our sorrows to approach:
'Tis he the common people love so much;
Myself hath often over heard7 note
them say,
-- 353 --
(When I have walked like a private man,)
That Lucius' banishment was wrongfully,
And they have wish'd that Lucius were their emperor.
Tam.
Why should you fear? is not your city strong?
Sat.
Ay, but the citizens favour Lucius;
And will revolt from me, to succour him.
Tam.
King, be thy thoughts imperious, like thy name8 note
.
Is the sun dimm'd, that gnats do fly in it?
The eagle suffers little birds to sing,
And is not careful what they mean thereby;
Knowing that with the shadow of his wings,
He can at pleasure stint their melody9 note
:
Even so may'st thou the giddy men of Rome.
Then cheer thy spirit: for know, thou emperor,
I will enchant the old Andronicus,
With words more sweet, and yet more dangerous,
Than baits to fish, or honey-stalks to sheep1 note
;
When as the one is wounded with the bait,
The other rotted with delicious feed.
-- 354 --
Sat.
But he will not entreat his son for us.
Tam.
If Tamora entreat him, them he will:
For I can smooth, and fill his aged ear
With golden promises; that were his heart
Almost impregnable, his old ears deaf,
Yet should both ear and heart obey my tongue.—
Go thou before, be our embassador2 note:
[To Emilius.
Say that the emperor requests a parley
Of warlike Lucius, and appoint the meeting,
Even at his father's house, the old Andronicus.
Sat.
Emilius, do this message honourably:
And if he stand on hostage3 note for his safety,
Bid him demand what pledge will please him best.
Emil.
Your bidding shall I do effectually.
[Exit Emilius.
Tam.
Now will I to that old Andronicus;
And temper him, with all the art I have,
To pluck proud Lucius from the warlike Goths.
And now, sweet emperor, be blithe again,
And bury all thy fear in my devices.
Sat.
Then go successfully4 note
, and plead to him.
[Exeunt.
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James Boswell [1821], The plays and poems of William Shakspeare, with the corrections and illustrations of various commentators: comprehending A Life of the Poet, and an enlarged history of the stage, by the late Edmond Malone. With a new glossarial index (J. Deighton and Sons, Cambridge) [word count] [S10201].
