Wind borns. Here a cry of bounds, and wind borns in a peal: then enter Saturninus, Tamora, Baffianus, Lavinia, Chiron, Demetrius, and their Attendants. Tit. Many good-morrows to your Majesty ; Sat. And you have rung it luftily, my Lords, I have been broad awake two hours and more. Our Roman hunting. Mar. I have dogs, my Lord, Will rouze the proudest panther in the chafe, Tit. And I have horfe will follow, where the game SCENE IV. Enter Aaron alone. Aar. He that had wit, would think that I had none, To bury fo much gold under a tree, And never after to inherit it. Let him that thinks of me so abjectly, Enter Tamora. Tam. My lovely Aaron, wherefore look'ft thou fad, When every thing doth make a gleeful boaft? The birds chaunt melody on every bush, The fnake lyes rolled in the chearful fun, The green leaves quiver with the cooling wind, And make a chequer'd fhadow on the ground s Under their sweet fhade, Aaron, let us fit, And whilst the babling Echo mocks the hounds, C 2 Replying Replying fhrilly to the well-tun'd horns, Of lullaby, to bring her babe asleep. Aar, Madam, though Venus govern your defires, Saturn is dominator over mine: What fignifies my deadly ftanding eye, My filence, and my cloudy melancholy, No, Madam, these are no venereal figns; Tam. Ah, my fweet Moor, fweeter to me than life! Aar. No more, great Emprefs; Baffianus comes; Be cross with him, and I'll go fetch thy fons To back thy quarrels, whatfoe'er they be. (Exit. SCENE V. Enter Baffinus and Lavinia, Baf. Whom have we here? Rome's royal Emprefs? Unfurnish'd of her well-befeeming troops? Or Or is it Dian habited like her, Who hath abandoned her holy groves, Lav. Under your patience, gentle Emperefs, Jove fhield your husband from his hounds to-day! Baf. Believe me, Queen, your fwarth Cimmerian Why are you fequeftred from all your train ? I pray you let us hence, And let her joy her raven-colour'd love; This valley fits the purpose paffing well. Baf. The King my brother fhall have note of this. Lav. Ay, for thefe flips have made him noted long, Good King, to be fo mightily abused! Tam. Why have I patience to endure all this! Enter Chiron and Demetrius. Dem. How now, dear fovereign and our gracious mother, Why does your Highness look fo pale and wan? Tam. Have I not reafon, think you, to look pale? These two have tic'd me hither to this place, A barren detefted vale you fee it is. The trees, tho' fummer, yet forlorn and lean, Here Here never shines the fun, here nothing breeds, Should ftraight fall mad, or elfe die fuddenly. But ftraight they told me they would bind me here, And leave me to this miferable death. Dem. This is a witnefs that I am thy fon. [Stabs Baffianus. Chi. And this for me, ftruck home to fhew my ftrength, [Stabs bim Lav. Ay, come, Semiramis,-nay, barbarous Tamora, For no name fits thy nature but thy own. Tam. Give me thy poniard; you fhall know, my boys, Your mother's hand fhall right your mother's wrong. Dem. Stay, Madam, here is more belongs to her ; Firft, thrash the corn, then after burn the ftraw: This minion ftood upon her chastity, Upon her nuptial vow, her loyalty, And with that painted cope fhe braves your mightiness; And fhall fhe carry this unto her grave? Chi. An if the do, I would I were an eunuch. Drag hence her husband to fome fecret hole, Let not this wafp out-live, us both to fting. Las. Lav. O Tamora, thou bear'ft a woman's face Lav. When did the tiger's young ones teach the dam? O do not teach her wrath, fhe taught it thee. The milk thou fuck'dft from her did turn to marble; Yet every mother breeds not fons alike; Do thou intreat her, fhew a woman pity. Chi. What! would't thou have me prove myself a baftard? Lav. 'Tis true, the raven doth not hatch a lark: Yet have I heard, (O could I find it now!) The lion, mov'd' with pity, did endure To have his princely paws par'd all away. Some fay, that ravens fofter forlorn children, The whilft their own birds famifh in their nefts: Oh be to me, tho' thy hard heart fay no, Nothing fo kind, but fomething pitiful. Tam. I know not what it means; away with her. Lav. Oh let me teach thee for my father's fake, (That gave thee life, when well he might have flain thee) Be not obdurate, open thy deaf ears. Tam.Hadft thou in perfon ne'er offended me. Remember, boys, I pour'd forth tears in vain, Tam. What begg'ft thou then? fond woman, let me go, That womanhood denies my tongue to tell : O keep me from their worse-than-killing luft, And |