765744Moore. Maddam, though Venus gouerne your desires,

767745Saturne is dominator ouer mine:

768746What signifies my deadlie standing eie,

769747My silence, ann my clowdie melancholie,

770748My fleece of wollie haire that now vncurles,

771749Euen as an Adder when shee doth vnrowle,

772750To doo some fatall execution.

773751No Maddam, these are no veneriall signes,

774752Vengeance is in my hart, death in my hand,

775753Blood and reuenge are hammering in my head.

776754Harke Tamora the Empresse of my soule,

777755Which neuer hopes more heauen than rests in thee,

778756This is the daie of doome for Bassianus,

779757His Philomel must loose her tongue to daie,

780758hy sonnes make pillage of her chasttitie,

781759And wash their hands in Bascianus blood.

782760Seest thou this letter? take it vp I pray thee,

783761And giue the king this fatall plotted scrowle.

784762Now question me no more we are espied,

785763Here comes a parcell of our hopefull bootie,

786764Which dreads not yet their liues destruction.

788766Tamora. Ah my sweete Moore, sweeter to me than life.

790767Moore. No more great Empresse, Bascianus comes,

791768Be crosse with him, and Ile goe fetch thy sonnes

792769To backe thy quarrels whatsoere they bee.

793770Bascianus. who haue we here? Romes Royall Empresse,

795771Vnfurnisht of her well beseeming troope?

796772Or is it Dian habited like her,

797773Who hath abandoned her holie groues,

798774To see the generall hunting in this Forrest?

799775Tamora. Sawcie controwler of my priuate steps,

800776Had I the powre that some say Dian had,

801777Thy temples should be planted presentlie,

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