DEMETRIUS

Oppose not Sythia to ambitious Room, Alarbus goes to rest and we survive, To tremble under Titus threatening look, Then Madam stand resolved, but hope withal, The self same Gods that armed the Queen of Troy With opportunity of sharp revenge Upon the Thracian Tyrant in his Tent, May avour Tamora the Queen of Goths, (When Goths were Goths, and Tamora was Queen,) To quit the bloody wrongs upon her foes. Chiron thy years wants wit, thy wits wants edge, And manners to intrude where I am graced, And may for ought thou knowest affected be. Why boy, although our mother (vnaduizd) Gave you a dancing Rapier by your side, Are you so desperate grown to threat your friends: Go too: have your lath glued within your sheath, Till you know better how to handle it. I boy, grow ye so brave? they draw. Not I till I have sheathd, My Rapier in his bosom, and withal Thrust those reproachful speeches down his throat, That he hath breathed in my dishonour here. Youngling learn thou to make some meaner choice, Lavinia is thine elder brother's hope. Why makes thou it so strange? She is a woman, therefore may be wood, She is a woman, therefore may be woonne, She is Lavinia, therefore must be loud. What man, more water glides by the mill Than woe S the Miller of, and easy it is, Of a cut loaf to steal a shive we know: Though Bascianus be the Emperors brother, Better than he have worn Vulcan's badge. Then why should he despair that knows to court it, With words, fair looks, and liberality. What hast not thou full often stroke a Do, And born her cleanly by the Keepers nose? Aron thou hast hit it. Nor me so I were one. Fit fas aut nefas, till I find the stream, To cool this heat, a charm to calm these fits, Per Stigia, per manes Vebor. Chiron we hunt not we, with horse nor hound But hope to pluck a worser intie Do to ground. Exeunt. This is a witness that I am thy son. stab him. Chi And this for me struck home, to show my strength. Stay Madame here is more belongs to her, First thrash the corn, then after burn the straw: This minion stood upon her chastity, Upon her Nuptial vow, her loyalty, And with that painted hope, braves your mightenes, And shall she carry this unto her graven. Listen fair Maddame let it be your glory To see her tears, but be your heart to them: As unrelenting Flint to drops of rain. Away for thou hast stayed us here too long. Gramarcy Lovely Lucius, whats the news. But me more good to see so great a Lord, Basely in sinuate and send us gifts. I would we had a thousand Roman Dams At such a bay, by turn to serve our lust. Soft who comes here. Wilt thou betray thy Noble Mistress thus: By this our mother is for ever shamed. Advise thee Aron, what is to be done, And we will all subscribe to thy advise: Save thou the child, so we may all be safe. How many women saw this child of his? For this care of Tamora, Her self, and hers, are highly bound to thee. Exeunt. How now deer sovereign, and our gracious Mother, Why does your highness look so pale and won? So now go tell and if thy tongue can speak, Who it that ut thy tongue and ravished thee. See how with signs and tokens she can scroll Come let us go and pray to all the Gods, For our beloved mother in her pains. Vi lain what hast thou done? And therein hell is dog thou hast undone her, Woe to her chance, and damde her loathed choice, Accursed the offspring of so foul a fiend. What meanest thou Aron, wherefore didst thou this? Madam depart at pleasure, leave us here. She hath no tongue to call, nor hands to wash' And so lets leave her to her silent walks. Chi. And it my cause, I should go hang my self. Why do the Emperors trumpets flourish thus. I'll broach the tadpole on my Rapiers point, Nurse give it me, my sword shall soon di patch it. Show me a murderer I'll deal with him If thou hadst hands to help thee knit the cord Who is this, my Niece that flies away so fast, Cousin a word, where is your husband: If I do dream would all my wealth would wake me. If I do wake some Planet strike me down, That I may slumber and eternal sleep. Speak gentle Niece, what stern ungentle hands, Hath lopped, and hewde, and made thy body bore, Of her two branches those sweet Ornaments, Whose cyrcling shadows, Kings have sought to sleep in, And might not gain so great a happiness As half thy love: Why dost not speak to me? Alas, a crimson River of warm blood, Like to a bubbling Fountain stirde with wind, Does rise and fallen between thy Rosed lips, Coming and going with thy honey breath. But sure some Tereus hath deflowered thee, And lest thou shouldst detect them cut thy tongue. Ah now thou turnest away thy face for shame, And notwithstanding all this lose of blood, As from a Conduit with their issuing spouts, You do thy cheeks look read as Titan's face, B ushing to be encountered with a Cloud Shall I speak for thee, shall I say 'tis so. O that I knew thy heart, and knew the beast, That I might rail at him to ease my mind. Sorrow concealed Like and Oven stoppt, Does burn the heart to cinders where it is. Fair Philomela, why she but lost her tongue, And in a tedious sampler sowed her mind. But lovely Niece, that mean is cut from thee, A craft jer Tereus, Cousin hast thou met, And he hath cut those pretty fingers off, That could have better sowed than Philomel. O had the m nster seen those Lily hands, Tremble Like aspen leaves upon a Lute, And make the silken strings delight to kiss them, He would not then have tucht them for his life. Or had he herd the heavenly Harmony, Which that sweet tongue hath made He would have dropped his knife and fell a sleep, As Cerberus at the Thracian Poets feet. Come le us go, and make thy f there blind, For such a sighed will blind a father's eye. One hours storm will drown the fragrant meads, What will whole more this of tears thy father's eyes? Do not draw back, for we will mourn with thee, O could our mourning ease thy misery. what's here? a scroll, and written round about, Let's see, Integer vitae scelerisque purus, non eget mauri jaculis nee a c .