| ACT II SCENE I | Rome. Before the Palace. | |
| [Enter AARON] |
| AARON | Now climbeth Tamora Olympus' top, |
| Safe out of fortune's shot; and sits aloft, |
| Secure of thunder's crack or lightning flash; |
| Advanced above pale envy's threatening reach. |
| As when the golden sun salutes the morn, | 5 |
| And, having gilt the ocean with his beams, |
| Gallops the zodiac in his glistering coach, |
| And overlooks the highest-peering hills; |
| So Tamora: |
| Upon her wit doth earthly honour wait, | 10 |
| And virtue stoops and trembles at her frown. |
| Then, Aaron, arm thy heart, and fit thy thoughts, |
| To mount aloft with thy imperial mistress, |
| And mount her pitch, whom thou in triumph long |
| Hast prisoner held, fetter'd in amorous chains | 15 |
| And faster bound to Aaron's charming eyes |
| Than is Prometheus tied to Caucasus. |
| Away with slavish weeds and servile thoughts! |
| I will be bright, and shine in pearl and gold, |
| To wait upon this new-made empress. | 20 |
| To wait, said I? to wanton with this queen, |
| This goddess, this Semiramis, this nymph, |
| This siren, that will charm Rome's Saturnine, |
| And see his shipwreck and his commonweal's. |
| Holloa! what storm is this? | 25 |
| [Enter DEMETRIUS and CHIRON, braving] |
| DEMETRIUS | Chiron, thy years want wit, thy wit wants edge, |
| And manners, to intrude where I am graced; |
| And may, for aught thou know'st, affected be. |
| CHIRON | Demetrius, thou dost over-ween in all; |
| And so in this, to bear me down with braves. | 30 |
| 'Tis not the difference of a year or two |
| Makes me less gracious or thee more fortunate: |
| I am as able and as fit as thou |
| To serve, and to deserve my mistress' grace; |
| And that my sword upon thee shall approve, | 35 |
| And plead my passions for Lavinia's love. |
| AARON | [Aside] Clubs, clubs! these lovers will not keep
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| the peace. |
| DEMETRIUS | Why, boy, although our mother, unadvised, |
| Gave you a dancing-rapier by your side, | 40 |
| Are you so desperate grown, to threat your friends? |
| Go to; have your lath glued within your sheath |
| Till you know better how to handle it. |
| CHIRON | Meanwhile, sir, with the little skill I have, |
| Full well shalt thou perceive how much I dare. | 45 |
| DEMETRIUS | Ay, boy, grow ye so brave? |
| [They draw] |
| AARON | [Coming forward] Why, how now, lords!
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| So near the emperor's palace dare you draw, |
| And maintain such a quarrel openly? |
| Full well I wot the ground of all this grudge: | 50 |
| I would not for a million of gold |
| The cause were known to them it most concerns; |
| Nor would your noble mother for much more |
| Be so dishonour'd in the court of Rome. |
| For shame, put up. | 55 |
| DEMETRIUS | Not I, till I have sheathed |
| My rapier in his bosom and withal |
| Thrust these reproachful speeches down his throat |
| That he hath breathed in my dishonour here. |
| CHIRON | For that I am prepared and full resolved. | 60 |
| Foul-spoken coward, that thunder'st with thy tongue, |
| And with thy weapon nothing darest perform! |
| AARON | Away, I say! |
| Now, by the gods that warlike Goths adore, |
| This petty brabble will undo us all. | 65 |
| Why, lords, and think you not how dangerous |
| It is to jet upon a prince's right? |
| What, is Lavinia then become so loose, |
| Or Bassianus so degenerate, |
| That for her love such quarrels may be broach'd | 70 |
| Without controlment, justice, or revenge? |
| Young lords, beware! and should the empress know |
| This discord's ground, the music would not please. |
| CHIRON | I care not, I, knew she and all the world: |
| I love Lavinia more than all the world. | 75 |
| DEMETRIUS | Youngling, learn thou to make some meaner choice: |
| Lavinia is thine elder brother's hope. |
| AARON | Why, are ye mad? or know ye not, in Rome |
| How furious and impatient they be, |
| And cannot brook competitors in love? | 80 |
| I tell you, lords, you do but plot your deaths |
| By this device. |
| CHIRON | Aaron, a thousand deaths |
| Would I propose to achieve her whom I love. |
| AARON | To achieve her! how? | 85 |
| DEMETRIUS | Why makest thou it so strange? |
| She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd; |
| She is a woman, therefore may be won; |
| She is Lavinia, therefore must be loved. |
| What, man! more water glideth by the mill | 90 |
| Than wots the miller of; and easy it is |
| Of a cut loaf to steal a shive, we know: |
| Though Bassianus be the emperor's brother. |
| Better than he have worn Vulcan's badge. |
| AARON | [Aside] Ay, and as good as Saturninus may.
| 95 |
| DEMETRIUS | Then why should he despair that knows to court it |
| With words, fair looks and liberality? |
| What, hast not thou full often struck a doe, |
| And borne her cleanly by the keeper's nose? |
| AARON | Why, then, it seems, some certain snatch or so | 100 |
| Would serve your turns. |
| CHIRON | Ay, so the turn were served. |
| DEMETRIUS | Aaron, thou hast hit it. |
| AARON | Would you had hit it too! |
| Then should not we be tired with this ado. | 105 |
| Why, hark ye, hark ye! and are you such fools |
| To square for this? would it offend you, then |
| That both should speed? |
| CHIRON | Faith, not me. |
| DEMETRIUS | Nor me, so I were one. | 110 |
| AARON | For shame, be friends, and join for that you jar: |
| 'Tis policy and stratagem must do |
| That you affect; and so must you resolve, |
| That what you cannot as you would achieve, |
| You must perforce accomplish as you may. | 115 |
| Take this of me: Lucrece was not more chaste |
| Than this Lavinia, Bassianus' love. |
| A speedier course than lingering languishment |
| Must we pursue, and I have found the path. |
| My lords, a solemn hunting is in hand; | 120 |
| There will the lovely Roman ladies troop: |
| The forest walks are wide and spacious; |
| And many unfrequented plots there are |
| Fitted by kind for rape and villany: |
| Single you thither then this dainty doe, | 125 |
| And strike her home by force, if not by words: |
| This way, or not at all, stand you in hope. |
| Come, come, our empress, with her sacred wit |
| To villany and vengeance consecrate, |
| Will we acquaint with all that we intend; | 130 |
| And she shall file our engines with advice, |
| That will not suffer you to square yourselves, |
| But to your wishes' height advance you both. |
| The emperor's court is like the house of Fame, |
| The palace full of tongues, of eyes, and ears: | 135 |
| The woods are ruthless, dreadful, deaf, and dull; |
| There speak, and strike, brave boys, and take |
| your turns; |
| There serve your lusts, shadow'd from heaven's eye, |
| And revel in Lavinia's treasury. | 140 |
| CHIRON | Thy counsel, lad, smells of no cowardice, |
| DEMETRIUS | Sit fas aut nefas, till I find the stream |
| To cool this heat, a charm to calm these fits. |
| Per Styga, per manes vehor. |
| [Exeunt] |