603And maintaine such a quarrell openly?

604Full well I wote, the ground of all this grudge.

605I would not for a million of Gold,

606The cause were knowne to them it most concernes.

607Nor would your noble mother for much more

608Be so dishonored in the Court of Rome:

609For shame put vp.

610Deme. Not I, till I haue sheath'd

611My rapier in his bosome, and withall

612Thrust these reprochfull speeches downe his throat,

613That he hath breath'd in my dishonour heere.

614Chi. For that I am prepar'd, and full resolu'd,

615Foule spoken Coward,

616That thundrest with thy tongue,

617And with thy weapon nothing dar'st performe.

618Aron. Away I say.

619Now by the Gods that warlike Gothes adore,

620This pretty brabble will vndoo vs all:

621Why Lords, and thinke you not how dangerous

622It is to set vpon a Princes right?

623What is Lauinia then become so loose,

624Or Bassianus so degenerate,

625That for her loue such quarrels may be broacht,

626Without controulement, Iustice, or reuenge?

627Young Lords beware, and should the Empresse know,

628This discord ground, the musicke would not please.

629Chi. I care not I, knew she and all the world,

630I loue Lauinia more then all the world.

631Demet. Youngling,

632Learne thou to make some meaner choise,

633Lauinia is thine elder brothers hope.

634Aron. Why are ye mad? Or know ye not in Rome,

635How furious and impatient they be,

636And cannot brooke Competitors in loue?

637I tell you Lords, you doe but plot your deaths,

638By this deuise.

639Chi. Aaron, a thousand deaths would I propose,

640To atchieue her whom I do loue.

641Aron. To atcheiue her, how?

642Deme. Why, mak'st thou it so strange?

643Shee is a woman, therefore may be woo'd,

644Shee is a woman, therfore may be wonne,

645Shee is Lauinia therefore must be lou'd.

646What man, more water glideth by the Mill

647Then wots the Miller of, and easie it is

648Of a cut loafe to steale a shiue we know:

649Though Bassianus be the Emperours brother,

650Better then he haue worne Vulcans badge.

651Aron, I, and as good as Saturnius may.

652Deme. Then why should he dispaire that knowes to (court it

653With words, faire lookes, and liberality:

654What hast not thou full often strucke a Doe,

655And borne her cleanly by the Keepers nose?

656Aron. Why then it seemes some certaine snatch or so

657Would serue your turnes.

658Chi. I so the turne were serued.

659Deme. Aaron thou hast hit it.

660Aron. Would you had hit it too,

661Then should not we be tir'd with this adoo:

662Why harke yee, harke yee, audare you such fooles,

663To square for this? Would it offend you then?

664Chi. Faith not me.

665Deme. Nor me, so I were one.

666Aron. For shame be friends, & ioyne for that you iar:

667'Tis pollicie, and stratageme must doe

668That you affect, and so must you resolue,

669That what you cannot as you would atcheiue,

670You must perforce accomplish as you may:

671Take this of me, Lucrece was not more chast

672Then this Lauinia, Bassianus loue,

673A speedier course this lingring languishment

674Must we pursue, and I haue found the path:

675My Lords, a solemne hunting is in hand.

676There will the louely Roman Ladies troope:

677The Forrest walkes are wide and spacious,

678And many vnfrequented plots there are,

679Fitted by kinde for rape and villanie:

680Single you thither then this dainty Doe,

681And strike her home by force, if not by words:

682This way or not at all, stand you in hope.

683Come, come, our Empresse with her sacred wit

684To villainie and vengance consecrate,

685Will we acquaint with all that we intend,

686And she shall file our engines with aduise,

687That will not suffer you to square yourselues,

688But to your wishes height aduance you both.

689The Emperours Court is like the house of Fame,

690The pallace full of tongues, of eyes, of eares:

691The Woods are ruthlesse, dreadfull, deafe, and dull:

692There speake, and strike braue Boyes, & take your turnes.

693There serue your lusts, shadow'd from heauens eye,

694And reuell in Lauinia's Treasurie.

695Chi. Thy counsell Lad smells of no cowardise.

696Deme. Sij fas aut nefas, till I finde the streames,

697To coole this heat, a Charme to calme their fits,

698Per Stigia per manes Vehor. Exeunt.

701Tit. The hunt is vp, the morne is bright and gray,

702The fields are fragrant, and the Woods are greene,

703Vncouple heere, and let vs make a bay,

704And wake the Emperour, and his louely Bride,

705And rouze the Prince, and ring a hunters peale,

706That all the Court may eccho with the noyse.

707Sonnes let it be your charge, as it is ours,

708To attend the Emperours person carefully:

709I haue bene troubled in my sleepe this night,

710But dawning day new comfort hath inspir'd.

715Ti. Many good morrowes to your Maiestie,

716Madam to you as many and as good.

717I promised your Grace, a Hunters peale.

718Satur. And you haue rung it lustily my Lords,

719Somewhat to earely for new married Ladies.

720Bass. Lauinia, how say you?

721Laui. I say no:

722I haue bene awake two houres and more.

723Satur. Come on then, horse and Chariots let vs haue,

724And to our sport: Madam, now shall ye see,

725Our Romaine hunting.

726Mar. I haue dogges my Lord,

727Will rouze the proudest Panther in the Chase,

728And clime the highest Pomontary top.

729Tit. And I haue horse will follow where the game

730Makes way, and runnes likes Swallowes ore the plaine