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Lav. O, let me teach thee: for my father's sake, That gave thee life, when well he might have slain
thee, Be not obdurate, open thy deaf ears.
Tam. Had thou in person ne'er offended me, Even for his sake am I pitiless : Remember, boys, I pour'd forth tears in vain, To save your brother from the sacrifice; But fierce Andronicus would not relent, Therefore away with her ?, and use her as you will ; The worse to her, the better lov'd of me.
LAV. O Tamora, be callid a gentle queen, And with thine own hands kill me in this place: For 'tis not life, that I have begg'd so long; Poor I was slain, when Bassianus died. Tam. What begg'st thou then; fond woman, let
me go. Lav. 'Tis present death I beg; and one thing
Tam. So should I rob my sweet sons of their fee: No, let them satisfy their lust on thee.
Dem. Away, for thou hast staid us here too long. Lav. No grace ? no womanhood ? Ah, beastly
creature ! The blot and enemy to our general name! Confusion fallChi. Nay, then I'll stop your mouth :-Bring thou her husband;
[Dragging off Lavinia.
2 — with her,] These useless syllables, which hurt the metre, might well be omitted. STEEVENS.
This is the hole where Aaron bid us hide him.
[Exeunt. Tam. Farewell, my sons : see, that you make her
Ne'er let my heart know merry cheer indeed,
Enter AARON, with QUINTUS and MARTIUS. AAR. Come on, my lords; the better foot before: Straight will I bring you to the loathsome pit, Where I espy'd the panther fast asleep.
Quin. My sight is very dull, whate'er it bodes. Mart. And mine, I promise you; wer't not for
shame, Well could I leave our sport to sleep awhile.
[Martius falls into the Pit. Quin. What art thou fallen ? What subtle hole
is this, Whose mouth is cover'd with rude-growing briars ; Upon whose leaves are drops of new-shed blood, As fresh as morning's dew distillid on flowers ?
very fatal place it seems to me: Speak, brother, hast thou hurt thee with the fall ?
Mart. O, brother, with the dismal'st object hurt', That ever eye, with sight, made heart lament. AAR. [-Aside.] Now will I fetch the king to find
the dismal'st object hurt,] So the quarto 1600. In the later quarto, and the folio, the word hurt is omitted.
That he thereby may give a likely guess,
[Exit AARON. Mart. Why dost not comfort me, and help me
Quin. I am surprized with an uncouth fear :
Mart. To prove thou hast a true-divining heart,
MART. Lord Bassianus lies embrewed here,
Quin. If it be dark, how dost thou know 'tis he?
“ Mart. Upon his bloody finger he doth wear “ A precious ring', that lightens all the holeo,
3 From this UNHALLOW'), &c.] Edition 1600:
“ From this unhallow," &c. Todd.
who it is ;] So the quarto 1600. The later quarto, and the folio, read-how it is. MALONE,
5 A precious ring,] There is supposed to be a gem called à carbuncle, which emits not reflected but native light. Mr. Boyle believes the reality of its existence. Johnson.
So, in The Gesta Romanorum, history the sixth : “ He farther beheld and saw a carbuncle in the hall that lighted all the house." Again, in Lydgate's Description of King Priam's Palace, I. ii. :
“And for most chefe all dirkeness to confound,
“ With the freshnes of his ruddy light.” Again, in the Muse's Elysium, by Drayton : VOL. XXI.
“ Which, like a taper in some monument, “ Doth shine upon the dead man's earthy cheeks, " And shows the ragged entrails of this pit: “ So pale did shine the moon' on Pyramus, “ When he by night lay bath'd in maiden blood. “O brother, help me with thy fainting hand,“ If fear hath made thee faint, as me it hath,“ Out of this fell devouring receptacle, “ As hateful as Cocytus' misty mouth. Quin. Reach me thy hand, that I may help
thee out; “ Or, wanting strength to do thee so much good, “I may be pluck'd into the swallowing womb “ Of this deep pit, poor Bassianus' grave. “ I have no strength to pluck thee to the brink. Mart. Nor I no strength to climb without thy
help. Quin. Thy hand once more; I will not loose
“ Is that admired, mighty stone,
“ The eye to it directeth." Chaucer, in the Romaunt of the Rose, attributes the same properties to the carbuncle:
“Soche light ysprang out of the stone." STERVENS. So, in King Henry VIII.:
like diamond of rich regard,
MALONE. - all the hole,] The quarto 1600 reads--all this hole.
Todd. ? So pale did shine the moon, &c.] Lee appears to have been indebted to this image in his Massacre of Paris : “ Looks like a midnight moon upon a murder."
Tin thou art here aloft, or I below :
Mart. The unhappy son of old Andronicus;
Sat. My brother dead ? I know, thou dost but
He and his lady both are at the lodge, Upon the north side of this pleasant chase; 'Tis not an hour since I left him there.
Mart. We know not where you left him all alive, But, out alas ! here have we found him dead.
Enter TAMORA, with Attendants; TITUS ANDRO
NICUS, and Lucius. Tam. Where is my lord, the king ? Sat. Here, Tamora ; though griev'd with killing
grief. Tam. Where is thy brother Bassianus ? Sat. Now to the bottom dost thou search my
wound; Poor Bassianus here lies murdered. Tam. Then all too late I bring this fatal writ,
[Giving a Letter. The complot of this timeless o tragedy ;
· left him there.] Edition 1600 reads-left thein there.
TODD. 9 - timeless-] i. e. untimely. So, in King Richard II. : “ The bloody office of his timeless end.” Steevens.