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Will send thee hither both thy sons alive ;
And that shall be the ransom for their fault.
TU. O, gracious emperor ! O. gentle Aaron !
Did ever raven sing so like a lark,
That gives sweet tidings of the sun's uprise P
With all my heart, ril send the emperor
My hand:
Good Aaron, wilt thou help to chop it off ?
Lttc. Stay, father ; for that noble hand of thine,
That hath thrown down so many enemies,
ShaU not be ^ent : my hand will serve the turn :
My youth can better spare my blood than you;
And therefore mine shall save my brothers' lives.
Mar. Which of your hands hath not defended Borne,
And rear'd alofb the bloody battle-axe.
Writing destruclion on the enemy's castle?
O, none of both but are of high desert :
My hand hath been but idle ; let it serve
To ransom mv two nephews from their death ;
Then have I Kept it to a worthy end.
Aar. Nay, come a«ree, whose hand shall go along,
For fear they die before their pardon come.
Jl£(tr. My nand shall go.
Jjuc. By heaven, it shall not go.
I'it SirSw strive no more ; sucn wither'd herbs as these
Are meet lor plucking up, and therefore mine.
Zuo, Sweet father, if I shall be thought thy son.
Let me redeem my brothers bo)ih from death.
Mar, And, for our father's sake, and mother's care,
Now let me show a brother's love to thee.
TU, Aeree between you ; I will spare my hand.
Imo, Then 111 so fetch an axe.
Mar, But I will use the axe. [Sxeu«t Lucius cmd Mabcus.
TU. Come hither, Aaron ; Til deceive them both ;
Lend me thy hand, and I will give thee mine,
Aar. If that be call'd deceit, 1 will be honest,
And never, whilst I live, deceive men so :—
But 111 deceive you in another sort, [Aside,
And that youll say, ere half an hour can pass.
[J2tf cuts off TiTUs' Hand,
EfUer Lucius and MaBCUS.
TU. Now, stay your strife ; what shall be, is despatoh'd.—
Good Aaron, give his maiesty my hand :
Tell him, it was a hand that warded him
From thousand dangers : bid him bury it ; *
More hath it merited, that let it have.
As for my sons, say, I account of them
As jewels purcnased at an easy price ;'
And yet'dear too. because I bought mine own.
Aar, I go. Andronicus : and for thv hand.
Look by-and-by to have thy sons with thee : —
Their heads, I mean. - O, how this villany [Aside,
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Doth fat me with the Tery thoughts of it !
Let fools do good, and fair men call for grace,
Aaron will have his soul hlack like his face. lAeit.
Tit. O, here I lift this one hand up to heaven,
And bow this feeble ruin to the earth :
If any power pities wretched tears.
To that I call;— What, wilt thou kneel with me ? [To Layikia.
Do then, dear heart ; lor heaven shall hear our prayers ;
Or with our sighs we'll breathe the welkin dim.
And stain the sun with fog, as sometime clouds,
Wlien they do hug him in their melting bosoms. ^
Mar. O! brother, speak with possibihties.
And do not break into these deep extremes.
TU. Is not my sorrow deep, having no bottom ?
l?hen be my passions* bottomless with them.
Mar, But yet let reason govern thy lament.
7^,^ If there were reason for these miseries.
Then into limits could I bind my woes :
When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'erflow ?
If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad,
Threat'ning the welkin with his bi^-swoln face ?
And wilt thou have a reason for this coil ? f
I am the sea ; hark, how her sighs do blow !
She is the weeping welkin, I the earth :
Then must my sea be moved with her sighs ;
Then must my earth with her continual tears
Become a deluoe, overflowed and drown'd :
For why P my Dowels cannot hide her woes.
But like a drunkard must I vomit them.
Then give me leave ; for losers will have leave
To ease their stomachs with their bitter tongues.
Snter a MessenoSB, with two Heads and a Hand.
Mess, Worthy Andronicus, ill art thou repaid
For that good hand thou sent'st the emperor.
Here are the heEids of thy two noble sons ;
And here's th^ hand, in scorn to thee sent back ;
Thy griefs their sports, thy resolution mock'd :
That woe is me to think upon thy woes,
More than remembrance of my father's death. lEgU.
Mar, Now let hot MmA cool in Sicily,
And be my heart an ever-burning hell !
These miseries are more than may be borne !
To weep with them that weep doth ease some deal.
But soRow flouted at is double death.
Luc. Ah, that this sight should make so deep a wound.
And yet detested life not shrink thereat !
That ever death should let life bear his name.
Where life hath no more interest but to breathe !
[LAYHriA kisses him.
• Sufferings. t Stir, bustle.
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M€tr, Alas, poor hearty that kiss is comfortless,
As frozen water to a starved snake.
TU. When will this fearful slumber have an end ?
M(xr. Now, farewell, flattery : Die, Andronicus ;
Thou dost not slumber : see, thy two sons' heads ;
Thy warlike hand : thy mangled daughter here;
Thy other banish'd son^ with this dear sight
Struck pale and bloodless ; and thy brother, I,
Even like a stony imaee, cold and numb.
Ah! now no more will 1 control thy griefe:
Bent off thy silver hair, thy other hand
Gnawing with thv teeth ; and be this dismal sight
The olosm^ up of our most wretched eyes !
Now is a time to storm : why art thou still ?
Tit. Ha, ha, ha!
Mar. why dost thou laugh ? it fits not with this hour.
Tit Why, I have not another tear to shed :
Sesides this sorrow is an enemy.
And would usurp upon my watery eyes,
And make them olind with tributary tears ;
Then which way shall I find revenge's cave P
For these two heads do seem to sp^ to me ;
And threat me, I shall never come to bliss,
TUl all these mischiefs be retum'd again.
Even in their throats that have committed them.
Come, let me see what task I have to do. —
You heavy people, circle me about ;
That I may turn me to each one of you,
. And sweiur unto my soul to right your wrongs.
The vow is made.— Come, brother, take a head ;
And in this hand the other will I bear :
Lavinia, thou shalt be employed in these aims ;
Bear thou my hand, sweet wench, between thy teeth.
As for thee, bojr go, get thee from my sight ;
Thou art an exile, and thou must not stay :
Hie to the Goths, and raise an army there:
And, if^ou love me, as I think you do,
Let's kiss and part, for we have much to do.
[Exeunt TiTUS, Maecits, and Ljlvinta.
Luc, Farewell, Andronicus, my noble father ;
The woefuU'st man that ever lived in Rome !
F-arewell, proud Eome I till Lucius come again.
He leaves his pledges dearer than his hfe.
Farewell, Lavinia, my noble sister ;
O, 'would thou wert as thou 'tofore hast been !
But now nor Lucius, nor Lavinia lives,
But in oblivion, and hateful griefs.
If Lucius live, he will requite your wrongs ;
And make proud Satummus and his empress
Beg at the gates, like Tarquin and his queen.
Now will I to the Goths, and raise a power,
To be revenged on Eome and Saturnine. lExit,
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SCE2^ II.—A Room m TiTUS' House, A Banquet set out.
Enter TiTTTS, Mabcus, LatINIA, and poung Lucius, a boy.
Tit. So, 80 ; now sit : and look, you eat no more
Than will preserve just so much strength in us
As will reveng^ these bitter woes of ours.
Marcus, imkmt that sorrow-wreathen knot ;
Thy niece and I, poor creatures, want our hands.
And cannot passionate our tenfold grief
With folded arms. This poor right hand of mine
Is left to tyrannize upon my breast ;
And when my heart, all mad with misery.
Beats in this hollow prison of my flesh.
Then thus I thump it down. —
Thou map of woe, that thou dost talk in signs ! [ To Layinia.
When thy poor heart beats' with outrageous beating,
Thou canst not strike it thus to make it stilL
Wound it with sighing, girl, kill it with groans ;
Or eet some little Knife between thy teetn,
And just against thy heart make thou a hole ;
That all the tears that thy poor eyes let fall
May run into that sink, and soaking in,
Drown the lamenting fool in sea-salt tears.
Mar. Fie, brother, fie ! teach her not thus to lay
Such violent hands upon her tender life.
Tit. How now ! has sorrow made thee dote already ?
Why, Marcus, no man should be mad but I.
What violent nands can she lay on her life !
Ah, wherefore dost thou urge the name of hands ; —
To bid ^neas tell the tale twice o'er,
How Troy was burnt, and he made miserable ?
O, handle not the themes to talk of hands ;
Lest we remember still, that we have none. —
Fie, fie, how frantickly I square my talk !
As if we should forget we had no hands.
If Marcus did not name the word of hands ! —
Come^ let* s fall to ; and. gentle girl, eat this :—
Here is no drink ! Hark, Marcus, what she says; —
I can interpret all her martyred signs ; —
She says, sue drinks no other drink but tears,
Brew*a with her sorrows, mesh'd upon her cheeks :* —
Speechless oomplainer, I will learn thy thought ;
In thy dumb action will I be as perfect.
As begging hermits in their holy prayers :
Thou snalt not sigh, nor hold thy stumps to heaven,
Kor wink, nor nod, nor kneel, nor make a sign,
But L of these, will wrest an alphabet.
And, by still f practice, learn to know thy meaning.
£oy. Good grandsire, leave these bitter deep laments :
Make my aunt merry with some pleasing tale.
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Mair, Alas, the tender bojr, in passion moved,
Doth weep to see his grandsire's heaviness.
Tit, Peace, tender sapling ; thou art made of tears,
And tears vml quickly melt thy life away.—
[Mabcus HrikeM the dish with a Jcnife^,
What dost thou strike at, Marcus, with thy knife ?
Mar, At that that I have kill'd, my lord ; a flv.
Tit, Out on thee, murderer ! thou kill'st my heart ;
Mine eyes are clov'd with view of tyranny :
A deed of death, done on the innocent.
Becomes not Titus' brother : Gtet thee gone ;
I see, thou art not for my companv.
Mar. Alas, my lord, I nave but Idll'd a flv.
Tit. But how, if that flv had a father and mother ?
How would he hang his slender gilded wingi^
And buz lamenting doings in the air P
Poor harmless fly !
That with his pretty buzzing melody.
Came here to make us merry ; and tnou hast kill'd him.
Mar. Pardon me, Sir ; 'twas a black ill-favour'd fly,
Like to the empress* Moor : therefore I kill'd him.
T^. 0, 0,0.
Then pradon me for reprehending thee,
Por thou hast done a cnaritable deed.
Give me thy knife, I will insult on him ;
Flattering myself, as if it were the Moor,
Come hither purposely to poison me.~
There's for thyself and thaf s for Tamora.—
Ah. sirrah ! —
Yet I do think we are not brousht so low.
But that, between us, we can kul a fly.
That comes in likeness of a coal-black Moor.
Mar. Alas, poor man ! grief has so wrought on him.
He takes false shadows for true substances.
Tit. Come, take away.— LftviniiL go with me :
111 to thy closet ; and go read with thee
Sad stories, chanced in the times of old. —
Come, boy, and go with me ; thy sight is young,
And mou shalt read, when mine b^ins to dazzle. {Exevnt.
ACT IV.
SCEITE L-^The same. Before TiTUS' Jffowe.
Enter TiTUS and Mabcus. Then enter young LuciUS,
Layinul running after him.
Boy, Help, grandsire, help ! my aunt Lavinia
Pollows me everywhere, I know not why :—
Good uncle Marcus, see how swifb she comes !
AJas^ sweet aunt, I know not what you mean.
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Mar. stand by me, Lucius ; do not fear thine aunt
Tit. She loves thee, boy, too well to do thee harm.
Boy. Ay, when my father was in Rome, she did.
Mar. What means my niece Lavinia by ttiese signs ?
Tit. Pear her not, Lucius :— Somewhat doth she mean :
See, Lucius, see, how much she makes of thee :
Somewhither would she have thee go with her.
Ah, boy, Cornelia, never with more care
Eead to her sons, than she hath read to thee.
Sweet poetry, and Tully's Orator.
Canst thou not guess wherefore she plies thee thus ?
Boy. My lord, I know not, I, nor can I guess.
Unless some fit or frenzy do possess her :
For I have heard my grandsire say full oft,
Extremity of grie& would make men mad ;
And I have r«id that Hecuba of Troy
Ban mad through sorrow : That made me to fear ;
Although, my lord, I know my noble aunt
Loves me as dear as e'er my mother did,
And would not, but in fury, fright my youth :
Which made me down to throw my books, and fly ;
Causeless, perhaps : But pardon me, sweet aunt :
And madam, if my uncle Marcus go.
I will most willingly attend your laayship.
Mao'. Lucius, I will
[Lavinia twiriM ofoer th ? hooJca which Lucius hcu letfalL
Tit. jIow 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.
And so beguile thy sorrow, till the heavens
Beveal the damn'd contriver of this deed. —
WTiy lifts she up her arms in sequence* thus ?
Ma/r. 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.
lS4i. Lucius, what book is that she tosseth so ?
Boy, Grandsire, tis Ovid's Metamorphosis ;
My mother gave'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 !
Help her :—
What would she find ?— Lavinia, shall I read ?
This is the tragic 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 quotesf the leaves.
TU. Lavinia, wert thou thus surprised, sweet girl,
Bavish'd and wrong'd, as Philomela was,
* Succession. t To quote is to observe.
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Forced in the ruthless yast, aad gloomy woods P-*
See, see!
Ay, such a place there is, where we did hunt,
(O, had we never, never hunted there !)
Patterned by that the poet here describes.
By nature made for murders, and for rapes.
Mcur, O, why should nature build so foul a den.
Unless the gods delight in tragedies !
Tii. Give signs, sweet girl,— for here are none but friends,—
What Eoman lord it was durst do the deed :
Or slunk not Saturnine, as Tarquin erst,
That left the camp to sin in Luorece' bed ?
Ma/r, Sit down, sweet niece ;~brother, sit down by me.—
Apollo, Pallas, Jove, or Mercury,
Inspire me, that I may this treason find ! —
Mj; lord, look here ;— Look here, Lavinia:
This sandy plot is plain ; guide^ if thou cansl^
This after me. when I have wnt mv name
Without the help of any hand at alL
\H.e forwes Ms name with his staff, cmd guides it with his
feet and mouth.
Cursed be that heart that forced us to this shift !
Write thou, good niece ; and here display, at last,
What God will have discovered for revenge :
Heaven guide thy pen to print thy sorrows plain.
That we may know the la^tors, and the truth !
IShe takes the staff in Iter mouth, and guides it toith her
stumps, and writes.
Tit. O, do you read, my lord, what she hath writ P
Stuprum — Chiron — Demetrius.
Mar. What, what !— The lustful sons of Tamora
Performers of this heinous bloody deed ?
TU. Magne Dominator poli,
Tom lentfus audis scelera 1 tarn lentus vides ?
Mar, O, calm thee, gentle lord ! although, I know.
There is enough written upon this earth.
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 Boman Hector's hope;
And swear with me,— as with the wofUl feere,*
And father, of that chaste, dishonour'd dame.
Lord Junius Brutus sware for Luorece* rape, —
That we will prosecute, by good advice.
Mortal revenge upon these traitorous Goths,
And see their blood, or die with this reproach.
Tit. *Tis sure enough, an you knew how,
But if you hurt these bear-whelps, then beware :
The dain will wake ; and, if she wind you once,
She's with the lion deeply still in league.
And lulls him whilst she playeth on ner back,
* Husband.
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And, when he sleeps, will she do what she list
You re a young huntsman, Marcus ; let it alone;
And, oome, I will go get a leaf of brass.
And with a gad* of steel wiU write these words,
And lay it by : the angry northern wind
Will blow these sands, like Sibyl's leaves, abroad.
And Where's your lesson then ? Boy, what say you ?
Boy. I say, mv lord, that if I were a man.
Their mothers bedchamber should not be ^e
Fore these bad-bondmen to the yoke of Some.
Mar. Ay, thaf s my boy ! thy father hath Aill oft
For this ungrateful country done the like.
£ot/. And, unde, so will I, an if I Uve.
Tit Come, go with me into mine armoury ;
Lucius, m nt 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 P
Boy. Ay, with my daeger in their bosoms, grandsire.
Tit. No, boy, not so ; Til teach thee another course.
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 near 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 foemen's marks upon his batter'd shield :
But yet so just, that he will not revenge :—
Kevenge the heavens for old Andronicus ! [JExii,
SCBIW IL—The same. A Boom in the Palace.
Enter Aa&ON, Chibon, and Bemetbius, at one door ; at another
door, young LUCITTS, and an Attendant, wUh a bundle cfwea^
pons, and verses writ upon them.
Chi. Demetrius, here's the son of Lucius;
He hath some message to deliver to us.
Aar. Aj, some mad message from his mad grand&ther.
Boy. IslLj lords, with all the humbleness I may,
I greet your honours from Andronicus ;—
And pray the Boman gods, confoundyou both. [Aside^
Bern. Gramercy, 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-advised, hath sent by me
The goodliest weapons of ms armoury.
To gratify your honourable youth.
The hope of Borne : for so he bade me say ;
And so I do, and with his gifts present
Tom: lordsmps, that whenever you have need,
* The pdnt of a spear.
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Tou mav be anned and appointed well :
And so 1 leave you both, icuide] like bloody villains.
[Sxeunt Boy and Attendant.
Bern. Wlmf 8 here ? A soroll ; and written round about ?
Let's see;
Integer vUa, gcelerisque punts,
Non eget Mauri jaculis, neo arcu.
Chi. O, 'tis a verse in Horace ; I know it well :
I read it m the grammar longago. '
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 jest ! the old man hath found their guilt ;
And sends the weapons wrapp'd about with lines.
That wound, beyond their feeling, to the quick.
But were our witty empress wella-foot,
She would applaud Andronicus' conceit.
But let her rest in her unrest awhUe.—
And now, young lords, was't not a happy star
Led us to Kome, strangers, and more than so.
Captives, to be advanced to this height ?
It did me Kood, 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.
Awr, Had he not reason. Lord Demetrius ?
Bid you not use his daughter very friendly ?
Dem. I would we had a thousand Eoman dames
At such a bay, bv 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 NUESE 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, hdp, or woe betide thee evermore !
Aar. Wny, what a caterwauUng dost thou keep !
What dost thou wrap and fumble in thine arms r
Nur. O, that which I would hide fh)m heaven's eye.
Our empress' shame, and stately Bome's disgrace ; —
She is delivered, lords, she is deliver'd.
Aar. To whom?
Nur. I mean, she's brought to bed.
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Aar, Well, God
Give her good rest ! What hath he sent her ?
Nwr, A devil.
Acur. Why then she's the devil's dam ; a joyful isme.
Nwr. A joyless, dismal, black, and sorrowM 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 pomt.
Aar. Out, out, you whore ! is black so base a hue ?—
Sweet blowse, you are a beauteous blossom sure;
I)em. Villain, what hast thou done ?
Aa/r. Done ! that which thou
Canst not undo.
Chi. Thou hast undone our mother.
Aar. Villain, I have done thy mother.
Dem. And therein, hellish dog, thou hast undone.
Woe to her chance, and damn'd ner loathed choice !
Accursed the offspring of so foul a fiend !
Chi. It shall not live.
Aar. It shall not die.
Nwr. Aaron, it must : the mother vnlls it so.
Aar. What, must it, nurse P then let no man but I
Do execution on my flesh and blood.
Bern, ru broach the tadpole on my rapier's point;
Nurse, dve it me \ my sword shall soon dispatch it.
Aar. Sooner this sword shall plough thy Dowels up,
[^Takes the child from the NintSB and drawt.
Stay, murderous villains ! will you kill your brother ?
Now, by the burning tapers of the sky,
That shone so brightly when this hoy was got,
He dies unon m^ scimitar's sharp point
That touches this my first-bom son and heir !
I tell you. younghngs, not Enoeladus.
With all nis 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 wnite-limea walls ; ye alehouse painted signs^
Coal black is better than another hue.
In that it scorns to bear another hue :
For all the water in the ocean
Can never turn a swan's black legs to whitei,
Although she lave them hourly in the flood.
Tell the empress from me, I am of age
To keep mine own ; excuse it how she can.
Tiem. 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 Borne.
* SpitooL
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Dem, By this our mother is for ever shamed.
Chi. Bome will despise her for this foul escape.*
Nw. The emperor, in his rage, will doom her death.
Chi. I hlush to think upon this ignomy.f
Aar, Why, there's the privilege your beau^ bears :
lie, treacherous hue ! that will betray with blushing
The close enacts and counsels of the heart !
Here's a young lad Aramed of another leer :|
Look, how the black slave smiles upon the rather ;
As wno should say. Old lad, lam thine awn.
He is your brother, lords ; sensibly fed
Of that self-blgod that first gave life to you :
And firom that womb, where you imprisoned were,
He is enfiranohised and come to light :
Nay, he's your brother by the surer side,
Altnough my seal be stamped in his face.
Nw, Aaron, what shall 1 sav unto the empress ?
Dem. Advise thee, Aaron, what is to be done,
And we unll 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.
[Thep'sU on the ground,
ildofr -
Dem, How many women saw this child of his P
Aar, Why, so, brave lords ; When we all 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 Aaron storms. —
But say again, how many saw the child ?
Ifw. Cornelia the midwife^ and myself,