861For no name fits thy nature but thy owne.

862Tam. Giue me thy poyniard, you shal know my boyes

863Your Mothers hand shall right your Mothers wrong.

864Deme. Stay Madam heere is more belongs to her,

865First thrash the Corne, then after burne the straw:

866This Minion stood vpon her chastity,

867Vpon her Nuptiall vow, her loyaltie.

868And with that painted hope, braues your Mightinesse,

869And shall she carry this vnto her graue?

870Chi. And if she doe,

871I would I were an Eunuch,

872Drag hence her husband to some secret hole,

873And make his dead Trunke-Pillow to our lust.

874Tamo. But when ye haue the hony we desire,

875Let not this Waspe out-liue vs both to sting.

876Chir. I warrant you Madam we will make that sure:

877Come Mistris, now perforce we will enioy,

878That nice-preserued honesty of yours.

879Laui. Oh Tamora, thou bear'st a woman face.

880Tamo. I will not heare her speake, away with her.

881Laui. Sweet Lords intreat her heare me but a word.

882Demet. Listen faire Madam, let it be your glory

883To see her teares, but be your hart to them,

884As vnrelenting flint to drops of raine.

885Laui. When did the Tigers young-ones teach the dam?

886O doe not learne her wrath, she taught it thee,

887The milke thou suck'st from her did turne to Marble,

888Euen at thy Teat thou had'st thy Tyranny,

889Yet euery Mother breeds not Sonnes alike,

890Do thou intreat her shew a woman pitty.

891Chiro. What,

892Would'st thou haue me proue myselfe a bastard?

893Laui. 'Tis true,

894The Rauen doth not hatch a Larke,

895Yet haue I heard, Oh could I finde it now,

896The Lion mou'd with pitty, did indure

897To haue his Princely pawes par'd all away.

898Some say, that Rauens foster forlorne children,

899The whil'st their owne birds famish in their nests:

900Oh be to me though thy hard hart say no,

901Nothing so kind but something pittifull.

902Tamo. I know not what it meanes, away with her.

903Lauin. Oh let me teach thee for my Fathers sake,

904That gaue thee life when well he might haue slaine thee:

905Be not obdurate, open thy deafe eares.

906Tamo. Had'st thou in person nere offended me.

907Euen for his sake am I pittilesse:

908Remember Boyes I powr'd forth teares in vaine,

909To saue your brother from the sacrifice,

910But fierce Andronicus would not relent,

911Therefore away with her, and vse her as you will,

912The worse to her, the better lou'd of me.

913Laui. Oh Tamora,

914Be call'd a gentle Queene,

915And with thine owne hands kill me in this place,

916For 'tis not life that I haue beg'd so long,

917Poore I was slaine, when Bassianus dy'd.

918Tam. What beg'st thou then? fond woman let me go?

919Laui. 'Tis present death I beg, and one thing more,

920That womanhood denies my tongue to tell:

921Oh keepe me from their worse then killing lust,

922And tumble me into some loathsome pit,

923Where neuer mans eye may behold my body,

924Doe this, and be a charitable murderer.

925Tam. So should I rob my sweet Sonnes of their fee,

926No let them satisfie their lust on thee.

927Deme. Away,

928For thou hast staid vs heere too long.

929Lauinia. No Garace,

930No womanhood? Ah beastly creature,

931The blot and enemy to our generall name,

932Confusion fall---

933Chi. Nay then Ile stop your mouth

934Bring thou her husband,

935This is the Hole where Aaron bid vs hide him.

936Tam. Farewell my Sonnes, see that you make her sure,

937Nere let my heart know merry cheere indeed,

938Till all the Andronici be made away:

939Now will I hence to seeke my louely Moore,

940And let my spleenefull Sonnes this Trull defloure. Exit.

942Aron. Come on my Lords, the better foote before,

943Straight will I bring you to the lothsome pit,

944Where I espied the Panther fast asleepe.

945Quin. My sight is very dull what ere it bodes.

946Marti. And mine I promise you, were it not for shame,

947Well could I leaue our sport to sleepe a while.

948Quin. What art thou fallen?

949What subtile Hole is this,

950Whose mouth is couered with Rude growing Briers,

951Vpon whose leaues are drops of new-shed-blood,

952As fresh as mornings dew distil'd on flowers,

953A very fatall place it seemes to me:

954Speake Brother hast thou hurt thee with the fall?

955Martius. Oh Brother,

956With the dismal'st obiect

957That euer eye with sight made heart lament.

958Aron. Now will I fetch the King to finde them heere,

959That he thereby may haue a likely gesse,

960How these were they that made away his Brother.

962Marti. Why dost not comfort me and helpe me out,

963From this vnhallow'd and blood-stained Hole?

964Quintus. I am surprised with an vncouth feare,

965A chilling sweat ore-runs my trembling ioynts,

966My heart suspects more then mine eie can see.

967Marti. To proue thou hast a true diuining heart,

968Aaron and thou looke downe into this den,

969And see a fearefull sight of blood and death.

970Quintus. Aaron is gone,

971And my compassionate heart

972Will not permit mine eyes once to behold

973The thing whereat it trembles by surmise:

974Oh tell me how it is, for nere till now

975Was I a child, to feare I know not what.

976Marti. Lord Bassianus lies embrewed heere,

977All on a heape like to the slaughtred Lambe,

978In this detested, darke, blood-drinking pit.

979Quin. If it be darke, how doost thou know 'tis he?

980Mart. Vpon his bloody finger he doth weare

981A precious Ring, that lightens all the Hole:

982Which like a Taper in some Monument,

983Doth shine vpon the dead mans earthly cheekes,

984And shewes the ragged intrailes of the pit:

985So pale did shine the Moone on Piramus,

986When he by night lay bath'd in Maiden blood:

987O Brother helpe me with thy fainting hand.

988If feare hath made thee faint, as mee it hath,

989Out of this fell deuouring receptacle,

990As hatefull as Ocitus mistie mouth.

991Quint. Reach me thy hand, that I may helpe thee out,