| ACT IV SCENE II | The same. A room in the palace. | |
| | Enter, from one side, AARON, DEMETRIUS, andCHIRON; from the other side, Young LUCIUS, and anAttendant, with a bundle of weapons, and verseswrit upon them | |
| CHIRON | Demetrius, here's the son of Lucius; | |
| | He hath some message to deliver us. | |
| AARON | Ay, some mad message from his mad grandfather. | |
| Young LUCIUS | My lords, with all the humbleness I may, | 5 |
| | I greet your honours from Andronicus. | |
| | [Aside] And pray the Roman gods confound you both! | |
| DEMETRIUS | Gramercy, lovely Lucius: what's the news? | |
| Young LUCIUS | [Aside] That you are both decipher'd, that's | |
| | the news, | |
| | For villains mark'd with rape. [Aloud] May it please you, | |
| | My grandsire, well advised, hath sent by me | 10 |
| | The goodliest weapons of his armoury | |
| | To gratify your honourable youth, | |
| | The hope of Rome; for so he bade me say; | |
| | And so I do, and with his gifts present | |
| | Your lordships, that, whenever you have need, | 15 |
| | You may be armed and appointed well: | |
| | And so I leave you both: | |
| | Aside | |
| | like bloody villains. | |
| | Exeunt Young LUCIUS, and Attendant | |
| DEMETRIUS | What's here? A scroll; and written round about? | |
| | Let's see; | 20 |
| | Reads | |
| | 'Integer vitae, scelerisque purus, | |
| | Non eget Mauri jaculis, nec arcu.' | |
| CHIRON | O, 'tis a verse in Horace; I know it well: | |
| | I read it in the grammar long ago. | |
| AARON | Ay, just; a verse in Horace; right, you have it. | 25 |
| | Aside | |
| | Now, what a thing it is to be an ass! | |
| | Here's no sound jest! the old man hath found their guilt; | |
| | And sends them weapons wrapped about with lines, | |
| | That wound, beyond their feeling, to the quick. | |
| | But were our witty empress well afoot, | 30 |
| | She would applaud Andronicus' conceit: | |
| | But let her rest in her unrest awhile. | |
| | And now, young lords, was't not a happy star | |
| | Led us to Rome, strangers, and more than so, | |
| | Captives, to be advanced to this height? | 35 |
| | It did me good, before the palace gate | |
| | To brave the tribune in his brother's hearing. | |
| DEMETRIUS | But me more good, to see so great a lord | |
| | Basely insinuate and send us gifts. | |
| AARON | Had he not reason, Lord Demetrius? | 40 |
| | Did you not use his daughter very friendly? | |
| DEMETRIUS | I would we had a thousand Roman dames | |
| | At such a bay, by turn to serve our lust. | |
| CHIRON | A charitable wish and full of love. | |
| AARON | Here lacks but your mother for to say amen. | 45 |
| CHIRON | And that would she for twenty thousand more. | |
| DEMETRIUS | Come, let us go; and pray to all the gods | |
| | For our beloved mother in her pains. | |
| AARON | Aside | |
| | Trumpets sound within | |
| DEMETRIUS | Why do the emperor's trumpets flourish thus? | |
| CHIRON | Belike, for joy the emperor hath a son. | 50 |
| DEMETRIUS | Soft! who comes here? | |
| | Enter a Nurse, with a blackamoor Child in her arms | |
| Nurse | Good morrow, lords: | |
| | O, tell me, did you see Aaron the Moor? | |
| AARON | Well, more or less, or ne'er a whit at all, | |
| | Here Aaron is; and what with Aaron now? | 55 |
| Nurse | O gentle Aaron, we are all undone! | |
| | Now help, or woe betide thee evermore! | |
| AARON | Why, what a caterwauling dost thou keep! | |
| | What dost thou wrap and fumble in thine arms? | |
| Nurse | O, that which I would hide from heaven's eye, | 60 |
| | Our empress' shame, and stately Rome's disgrace! | |
| | She is deliver'd, lords; she is deliver'd. | |
| AARON | To whom? | |
| Nurse | I mean, she is brought a-bed. | |
| AARON | Well, God give her good rest! What hath he sent her? | 65 |
| Nurse | A devil. | |
| AARON | Why, then she is the devil's dam; a joyful issue. | |
| Nurse | A joyless, dismal, black, and sorrowful issue: | |
| | Here is the babe, as loathsome as a toad | |
| | Amongst the fairest breeders of our clime: | 70 |
| | The empress sends it thee, thy stamp, thy seal, | |
| | And bids thee christen it with thy dagger's point. | |
| AARON | 'Zounds, ye whore! is black so base a hue? | |
| | Sweet blowse, you are a beauteous blossom, sure. | |
| DEMETRIUS | Villain, what hast thou done? | 75 |
| AARON | That which thou canst not undo. | |
| CHIRON | Thou hast undone our mother. | |
| AARON | Villain, I have done thy mother. | |
| DEMETRIUS | And therein, hellish dog, thou hast undone. | |
| | Woe to her chance, and damn'd her loathed choice! | 80 |
| | Accursed the offspring of so foul a fiend! | |
| CHIRON | It shall not live. | |
| AARON | It shall not die. | |
| Nurse | Aaron, it must; the mother wills it so. | |
| AARON | What, must it, nurse? then let no man but I | 85 |
| | Do execution on my flesh and blood. | |
| DEMETRIUS | I'll broach the tadpole on my rapier's point: | |
| | Nurse, give it me; my sword shall soon dispatch it. | |
| AARON | Sooner this sword shall plough thy bowels up. | |
| | Takes the Child from the Nurse, and draws | |
| | Stay, murderous villains! will you kill your brother? | 90 |
| | Now, by the burning tapers of the sky, | |
| | That shone so brightly when this boy was got, | |
| | He dies upon my scimitar's sharp point | |
| | That touches this my first-born son and heir! | |
| | I tell you, younglings, not Enceladus, | 95 |
| | With all his threatening band of Typhon's brood, | |
| | Nor great Alcides, nor the god of war, | |
| | Shall seize this prey out of his father's hands. | |
| | What, what, ye sanguine, shallow-hearted boys! | |
| | Ye white-limed walls! ye alehouse painted signs! | 100 |
| | Coal-black is better than another hue, | |
| | In that it scorns to bear another hue; | |
| | For all the water in the ocean | |
| | Can never turn the swan's black legs to white, | |
| | Although she lave them hourly in the flood. | 105 |
| | Tell the empress from me, I am of age | |
| | To keep mine own, excuse it how she can. | |
| DEMETRIUS | Wilt thou betray thy noble mistress thus? | |
| AARON | My mistress is my mistress; this myself, | |
| | The vigour and the picture of my youth: | 110 |
| | This before all the world do I prefer; | |
| | This maugre all the world will I keep safe, | |
| | Or some of you shall smoke for it in Rome. | |
| DEMETRIUS | By this our mother is forever shamed. | |
| CHIRON | Rome will despise her for this foul escape. | 115 |
| Nurse | The emperor, in his rage, will doom her death. | |
| CHIRON | I blush to think upon this ignomy. | |
| AARON | Why, there's the privilege your beauty bears: | |
| | Fie, treacherous hue, that will betray with blushing | |
| | The close enacts and counsels of the heart! | 120 |
| | Here's a young lad framed of another leer: | |
| | Look, how the black slave smiles upon the father, | |
| | As who should say 'Old lad, I am thine own.' | |
| | He is your brother, lords, sensibly fed | |
| | Of that self-blood that first gave life to you, | 125 |
| | And from that womb where you imprison'd were | |
| | He is enfranchised and come to light: | |
| | Nay, he is your brother by the surer side, | |
| | Although my seal be stamped in his face. | |
| Nurse | Aaron, what shall I say unto the empress? | 130 |
| DEMETRIUS | Advise thee, Aaron, what is to be done, | |
| | And we will all subscribe to thy advice: | |
| | Save thou the child, so we may all be safe. | |
| AARON | Then sit we down, and let us all consult. | |
| | My son and I will have the wind of you: | 135 |
| | Keep there: now talk at pleasure of your safety. | |
| | They sit | |
| DEMETRIUS | How many women saw this child of his? | |
| AARON | Why, so, brave lords! when we join in league, | |
| | I am a lamb: but if you brave the Moor, | |
| | The chafed boar, the mountain lioness, | 140 |
| | The ocean swells not so as Aaron storms. | |
| | But say, again; how many saw the child? | |
| Nurse | Cornelia the midwife and myself; | |
| | And no one else but the deliver'd empress. | |
| AARON | The empress, the midwife, and yourself: | 145 |
| | Two may keep counsel when the third's away: | |
| | Go to the empress, tell her this I said. | |
| | He kills the nurse | |
| | Weke, weke! so cries a pig prepared to the spit. | |
| DEMETRIUS | What mean'st thou, Aaron? wherefore didst thou this? | |
| AARON | O Lord, sir, 'tis a deed of policy: | 150 |
| | Shall she live to betray this guilt of ours, | |
| | A long-tongued babbling gossip? no, lords, no: | |
| | And now be it known to you my full intent. | |
| | Not far, one Muli lives, my countryman; | |
| | His wife but yesternight was brought to bed; | 155 |
| | His child is like to her, fair as you are: | |
| | Go pack with him, and give the mother gold, | |
| | And tell them both the circumstance of all; | |
| | And how by this their child shall be advanced, | |
| | And be received for the emperor's heir, | 160 |
| | And substituted in the place of mine, | |
| | To calm this tempest whirling in the court; | |
| | And let the emperor dandle him for his own. | |
| | Hark ye, lords; ye see I have given her physic, | |
| | Pointing to the nurse | |
| | And you must needs bestow her funeral; | 165 |
| | The fields are near, and you are gallant grooms: | |
| | This done, see that you take no longer days, | |
| | But send the midwife presently to me. | |
| | The midwife and the nurse well made away, | |
| | Then let the ladies tattle what they please. | 170 |
| CHIRON | Aaron, I see thou wilt not trust the air | |
| | With secrets. | |
| DEMETRIUS | For this care of Tamora, | |
| | Herself and hers are highly bound to thee. | |
| | Exeunt DEMETRIUS and CHIRON bearing off theNurse's body | |
| AARON | Now to the Goths, as swift as swallow flies; | 175 |
| | There to dispose this treasure in mine arms, | |
| | And secretly to greet the empress' friends. | |
| | Come on, you thick lipp'd slave, I'll bear you hence; | |
| | For it is you that puts us to our shifts: | |
| | I'll make you feed on berries and on roots, | 180 |
| | And feed on curds and whey, and suck the goat, | |
| | And cabin in a cave, and bring you up | |
| | To be a warrior, and command a camp. | |
| | Exit | |