Jove shield your husband from his hounds today! 'Tis pity they should take him for a stag. Bas. Believe me, queen, your swarth Cimmerian Doth make your honor of his body's hue, Spotted, detested, and abominable. 70 Why are you sequester'd from all your train, Dismounted from your snow-white goodly steed, 80 And wander'd hither to an obscure plot, Accompanied but with a barbarous Moor, If foul desire had not conducted you? Lav. And, being intercepted in your sport, Great reason that my noble lord be rated For sauciness. I pray you, let us hence, And let her joy her raven-color'd love; This valley fits the purpose passing well. Bas. The king my brother shall have note of this. Lav. Aye, for these slips have made him noted long: Good king, to be so mightily abused! Tam. Why have I patience to endure all this? Enter Demetrius and Chiron. Dem. How now, dear sovereign, and our gracious mother! 89 Why doth your highness look so pale and wan? Tam. Have I not reason, think you, to look pale? These two have ticed me hither to this place: A barren detested vale, you see it is; 93. "barren detested"; Rowe reads “barren and detested"; Capell, "bare, detested."-I. G. The trees, though summer, yet forlorn and lean, O'ercome with moss and baleful mistletoe: Here never shines the sun; here nothing breeds, Unless the nightly owl or fatal raven: And when they show'd me this abhorred pit, They told me, here, at dead time of the night, A thousand fiends, a thousand hissing snakes, Ten thousand swelling toads, as many urchins, Would make such fearful and confused cries, As any mortal body hearing it 103 Should straight fall mad, or else die suddenly. But straight they told me they would bind me 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. 110 [Stabs Bassianus. 104. "fall mad, or else die suddenly"; this is said in fabulous physiology of those that hear the groan of the mandrake when torn up. The same thought, and almost the same expression, occur in Romeo and Juliet.-H. N. H. 110. "Lascivious Goth"; with a quibble on goat, as in As You Like It, iii. 3. 9. Probably, as in mote, moth, the th was pronounced t.— C. H. H. Chi. And this for me, struck home to show my strength. [Also stabs Bassianus, who dies. Lav. Aye, come, Semiramis, nay, barbarous Ta mora, For no name fits thy nature but thy own! Tam. Give me the poniard; you shall know, my boys, 120 Your mother's hand shall right you 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 mighti ness: 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. 130 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 126. "painted hope braves your mightiness”; so Qq., F. 1.; Ff. 2, 3, 4, "painted hope, she ."; Warburton, "painted cope she ."; Capell, "paint now braves your mightiness”; Steevens conj. "painted, braves your 99 etc., etc.-I. G. 132. "outlive us"; Theobald's pointing; Qq., Ff., "outliue us"; Dyce (ed. 2), "outlive ye."-I. G. Tam. I will not hear her speak; away with her! To see her tears, but be your heart to them 140 Lav. When did the tiger's young ones teach the dam? O, do not learn her wrath; she taught it thee; Even at thy teat thou hadst thy tyranny. [To Chiron] Do thou entreat her show a wo- 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!— 150 To have his princely paws pared all away: That gave thee life, when well he might have Be not obdurate, open thy deaf ears. 152. "paws"; Collier MS., "claws.”—I. G. 160 Remember, boys, I pour'd forth tears in vain, But fierce Andronicus would not relent: The worse to her, the better loved of me. And with thine own hands kill me in this place! 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 180 Chi. Nay, then I'll stop your mouth. Bring thou her husband: This is the hole where Aaron bid us hide him. |