912883The worse to her the better lou'd of mee.

913884Lauinia. Oh Tamora be calld a Gentle Queene,

915885And with thine owne hands kill me in this place,

916886For tis not life that I haue begd so long,

917887Poore I was slaine when Bascianus dide.

918888Tamora. What begst thou then fond woman let me(goe?

919889Lauinia. Tis present death I beg, and one thing more,

920890That woman-hood denies my tong to tell,

921891Oh keepe me from there worse than killing lust,

922892And tumble me into some lothsome pit,

923893Where neuer mans eye may behold my bodie,

924894Doe this and be a charitable murderer.

925895Tamora. So should I rob my sweet sonnes of their fee,

926896No let them satisfiee their lust on thee.

927897Demetrius. Away for thou hast staide vs here too long.

929898Lauinia. No grace, no womanhood, ah beastly creature,

931899The blot and enemie to our generall name,

932900Confusion fall

933901Chiron. Nay then Ile stop your mouth, bring thou her(husband,

935902This is the hole where Aron bid vs hide him.

936903Tamora. Farewell my sons, see that you make her sure,

937904Nere let my hart know merry cheare indeede,

938905Till all the Andronicie be made away:

939906Now will I hence to seeke my louely Moore,

940907And let my spleenfull sonnes this Trull defloure.

942909Come on my Lords the better foot before,

943910Straight will I bring you to the lothsome pit,

944911Where I espied the Panther fast asleepe.

945912Quintus. My sight is verie dull what ere it bodes.

946913Mart. And mine I promise you, were it not for shame,

947914Well could I leaue our sport to sleepe a while.

948915Quintus. What art thou fallen what subtill hole is this,

950916Whose mouth is couered with rude growing briers,