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: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: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;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,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;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.
Chiron
Aaron, I see thou wilt not trust the airWith secrets.
Demetrius
For this care of Tamora,Herself and hers are highly bound to thee.
Exeunt Demetrius and Chiron bearing off the Nurse’s body
Aaron
Now to the Goths, as swift as swallow flies;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,And feed on curds and whey, and suck the goat,And cabin in a cave, and bring you upTo be a warrior, and command a camp.
Exit
S CENE III. T HE SAME . A PUBLIC PLACE .
Enter Titus, bearing arrows with letters at the ends of them; with him, Marcus, Young Lucius, Publius, Sempronius, Caius, and other Gentlemen, with bows
Titus Andronicus
Come, Marcus; come, kinsmen; this is the way.Sir boy, now let me see your archery;Look ye draw home enough, and ’tis there straight.Terras Astraea reliquit:Be you remember’d, Marcus, she’s gone, she’s fled.Sirs, take you to your tools. You, cousins, shallGo sound the ocean, and cast your nets;Happily you may catch her in the sea;Yet there’s as little justice as at land:No; Publius and Sempronius, you must do it;’Tis you must dig with mattock and with spade,And pierce the inmost centre of the earth:Then, when you come to Pluto’s region,I pray you, deliver him this petition;Tell him, it is for justice and for aid,And that it comes from old Andronicus,Shaken with sorrows in ungrateful Rome.Ah, Rome! Well, well; I made thee miserableWhat time I threw the people’s suffragesOn him that thus doth tyrannize o’er me.Go, get you gone; and pray be careful all,And leave you not a man-of-war unsearch’d:This wicked emperor may have shipp’d her hence;And, kinsmen, then we may go pipe for justice.
Marcus Andronicus
O Publius, is not this a heavy case,To see thy noble uncle thus distract?
Publius
Therefore, my lord, it highly us concernsBy day and night to attend him carefully,And feed his humour kindly as we may,Till time beget some careful remedy.
Marcus Andronicus
Kinsmen, his sorrows are past remedy.Join with the Goths; and with revengeful warTake wreak on Rome for this ingratitude,And vengeance on the traitor Saturnine.
Titus Andronicus
Publius, how now! how now, my masters!What, have you met with her?
Publius
No, my good lord; but Pluto sends you word,If you will have Revenge from hell, you shall:Marry, for Justice, she is so employ’d,He thinks, with Jove in heaven, or somewhere else,So that perforce you must needs stay a time.
Titus Andronicus
He doth me wrong to feed me with
Nurse
Cornelia the midwife and myself;And no one else but the deliver’d empress.
Aaron
The empress, the midwife, and yourself: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: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;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,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;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.
Chiron
Aaron, I see thou wilt not trust the airWith secrets.
Demetrius
For this care of Tamora,Herself and hers are highly bound to thee.
Exeunt Demetrius and Chiron bearing off the Nurse’s body
Aaron
Now to the Goths, as swift as swallow flies;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,And feed on curds and whey, and suck the goat,And cabin in a cave, and bring you upTo be a warrior, and command a camp.
Exit
S CENE III. T HE SAME . A PUBLIC PLACE .
Enter Titus, bearing arrows with letters at the ends of them; with him, Marcus, Young Lucius, Publius, Sempronius, Caius, and other Gentlemen, with bows
Titus Andronicus
Come, Marcus; come, kinsmen; this is the way.Sir boy, now let me see your archery;Look ye draw home enough, and ’tis there straight.Terras Astraea reliquit:Be you remember’d, Marcus, she’s gone, she’s fled.Sirs, take you to your tools. You, cousins, shallGo sound the ocean, and cast your nets;Happily you may catch her in the sea;Yet there’s as little justice as at land:No; Publius and Sempronius, you must do it;’Tis you must dig with mattock and with spade,And pierce the inmost centre of the earth:Then, when you come to Pluto’s region,I pray you, deliver him this petition;Tell him, it is for justice and for aid,And that it comes from old Andronicus,Shaken with sorrows in ungrateful Rome.Ah, Rome! Well, well; I made thee miserableWhat time I threw the people’s suffragesOn him that thus doth tyrannize o’er me.Go, get you gone; and pray be careful all,And leave you not a man-of-war unsearch’d:This wicked emperor may have shipp’d her hence;And, kinsmen, then we may go pipe for justice.
Marcus Andronicus
O Publius, is not this a heavy case,To see thy noble uncle thus distract?
Publius
Therefore, my lord, it highly us concernsBy day and night to attend him carefully,And feed his humour kindly as we may,Till time beget some careful remedy.
Marcus Andronicus
Kinsmen, his sorrows are past remedy.Join with the Goths; and with revengeful warTake wreak on Rome for this ingratitude,And vengeance on the traitor Saturnine.
Titus Andronicus
Publius, how now! how now, my masters!What, have you met with her?
Publius
No, my good lord; but Pluto sends you word,If you will have Revenge from hell, you shall:Marry, for Justice, she is so employ’d,He thinks, with Jove in heaven, or somewhere else,So that perforce you must needs stay a time.
Titus Andronicus
He doth me wrong to feed me with
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