Chi.
Demetrius, here's the son of Lucius;

He hath some message to deliver 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. [Aside ^note]
And pray the Roman gods confound you both!

Dem.
Gramercy, lovely Lucius: what's ^note the news?

Boy. [Aside ^note]
That you are both decipher'd, that's the news, ^note
For villains ^note mark'd with rape.—May it please you,
My grandsire, well advised, hath sent by me
The goodliest weapons of his armoury
To gratify your honourable youth,
The hope of Rome; for so he bid ^note me say;
And so I do, and with his gifts present
Your lordships, that ^note, whenever you have need,
You may be armed and appointed well:
And so I leave you both, [Aside ^note] like bloody ^note villains. [Exeunt ^note Boy and Attendant.

Dem.
What's here? A scroll, and written round about!
Let's see:

[Reads]
‘Integer vitæ, scelerisque purus,
Non eget ^note Mauri ^note jaculis, nec arcu ^note.’

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. [Aside]
Now, what a thing it is to be an ass!
Here's no sound ^note jest: the old man hath found their guilt,
And sends them ^note weapons wrapp'd about with lines,
That wound, beyond their feeling, to the quick.

But were our witty empress well afoot,
She would applaud Andronicus' conceit:
But let her rest in her unrest awhile ^note.—
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 ^note 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 ^note lust.

Chi.
A charitable wish and full of love.

Aar.
Here ^note lacks ^note but your ^note mother for to say ^note 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. [Aside ^note]
Pray to the devils; the gods have given us over. [Trumpets sound within. ^note

Dem.
Why do the emperor's trumpets flourish thus?

Chi.
Belike, for joy the emperor hath a son.

Dem.
Soft! who comes here? ^noteEnter ^note Nurse, with a blackamoor Child.

Nur.
Good morrow, lords:
O, tell me, did you see Aaron the Moor? ^note

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!

Aar.
Why, what a caterwauling ^note dost thou keep!
What dost thou wrap and fumble in thine 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 ^note.

Aar.
To whom? ^note

Nur.
I mean, she is brought a-bed ^note.

Aar.
Well, God give her good rest! What hath he sent her ^note?

Nur.
A devil.

Aar.
Why, then she is the devil's dam;
A joyful issue ^{note note}.

Nur.
A joyless, dismal, black and sorrowful issue:
Here is the babe, as loathsome as a toad
Amongst the fairest breeders ^note of our clime:
The empress sends it thee, thy stamp, thy seal,
And bids thee christen it with thy dagger's point.

Aar.
'Zounds, ye ^note whore! is black so base a hue?
Sweet blowse ^note, you are a beauteous blossom, sure.

Dem.
Villain, what hast thou done?

Aar.
That ^note which thou canst not undo.

Chi.
Thou hast undone our mother.

Aar.
Villain, I have ^note done thy mother. ^note

Dem.
And therein, hellish dog, thou hast undone her. ^note
Woe to her chance, and damn'd her loathed choice!
Accursed the offspring of so foul a fiend!

Chi.
It shall not live.

Aar.
It shall not die ^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 tadpole on my rapier's point:
Nurse, give it me; my sword shall soon dispatch it.

Aar.
Sooner this sword shall plough thy bowels up. [Takes ^note 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 ^note sharp point
That touches this my first-born son and heir!
I tell you, younglings, not Enceladus,
With all his threatening band of Typhon's brood,
Nor great Alcides, nor the god of war,
Shall seize this prey ^note out of his father's hands.
What, what, ye sanguine ^note, shallow-hearted boys!
Ye white-limed ^note walls! ye alehouse painted signs!
Coal-black is better than another hue,
In that it scorns ^note to bear another hue;
For all the water in the ocean
Can never turn the swan's black legs to white ^note,
Although she lave them hourly in the flood.
Tell the empress from me, I am of age ^note
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:
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 shamed.

Chi.
Rome will despise her for this foul escape.

Nur.
The emperor in his rage will doom her death.

Chi.
I blush to think upon this ignomy ^note.

Aar.
Why, there's the privilege your beauty bears:
Fie, treacherous hue, that will betray with blushing
The close enacts and counsels of the heart ^note!
Here's a young lad framed of another leer:
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 ^note womb where you imprison'd ^note were
He is enfranchised and come to light:
Nay, he is ^note your brother by the surer side,
Although my seal be stamped in his face.

Nur.
Aaron, what shall I say unto the empress? ^note

Dem.
Advise thee, Aaron, what is to be done,
And we will all subscribe to thy advice ^note:
Save thou the child, so we may all be ^note 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. ^note

Dem.
How many women saw this child of his?

Aar.
Why, so, brave lords! when ^note we ^note join in league,

I am a lamb: but if you brave the Moor,
The chafed boar, the mountain lioness,
The ocean swells not so as ^note Aaron storms.
But say, again, how many saw the child? ^note

Nur.
Cornelia the midwife and myself;
And no one ^note else but the deliver'd ^note empress.

Aar.
The empress, the midwife, and yourself:
Two may keep counsel when the ^note third's away:
Go to the empress, tell her this I said. [He kills the Nurse. ^note
Weke, weke!
So cries a pig prepared ^note to the spit ^note.

Dem.
What mean'st thou, Aaron? wherefore didst thou this? ^note

Aar.
O Lord, sir, 'tis a deed of policy:
Shall she live to betray this guilt of ours,
A long-tongued babbling gossip? no, lords, no:
And now be it known to you my full intent.
Not far, one Muliteus ^note, 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;
And how by this their child shall ^note be advanced,
And be received ^note for the emperor's heir,
And substituted in the place of mine,
To calm this tempest whirling ^note in the court;
And let the emperor dandle him for his own.

Hark ye, lords ^note; you see ^note I ^note have given her physic, [Pointing to the Nurse. ^note
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 ^note,
But send the midwife presently to me.
The midwife and the nurse well made away,
Then let the ladies tattle what they please ^note.

Chi.
Aaron, I see thou wilt not trust the air
With secrets ^note.

Dem.
For this care of Tamora,
Herself and hers are highly bound to thee. [Exeunt ^note Dem. and Chi. bearing off the Nurse's body.

Aar.
Now to the Goths, as swift as swallow flies;
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 ^note us to our shifts:
I'll make you feed ^{note note} on berries and on roots,
And feed 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.

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