| 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. | 5 |
| | As when the golden sun salutes the morn, | |
| | And, having gilt the ocean with his beams, | |
| | Gallops the zodiac in his glistering coach, | |
| | And overlooks the highest-peering hills; | |
| | So Tamora: | 10 |
| | Upon her wit doth earthly honour wait, | |
| | 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 | 15 |
| | Hast prisoner held, fetter'd in amorous chains | |
| | 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, | 20 |
| | To wait upon this new-made empress. | |
| | 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. | 25 |
| | Holloa! what storm is this? | |
| | 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; | 30 |
| | And so in this, to bear me down with braves. | |
| | '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; | 35 |
| | And that my sword upon thee shall approve, | |
| | And plead my passions for Lavinia's love. | |
| AARON | Aside | |
| | 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 | |
| | 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: | |
| | I would not for a million of gold | 50 |
| | 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. | |
| DEMETRIUS | Not I, till I have sheathed | 55 |
| | 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. | |
| | Foul-spoken coward, that thunder'st with thy tongue, | 60 |
| | 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. | |
| | Why, lords, and think you not how dangerous | 65 |
| | 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 | |
| | Without controlment, justice, or revenge? | 70 |
| | 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. | |
| DEMETRIUS | Youngling, learn thou to make some meaner choice: | 75 |
| | 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? | |
| | I tell you, lords, you do but plot your deaths | 80 |
| | By this device. | |
| CHIRON | Aaron, a thousand deaths | |
| | Would I propose to achieve her whom I love. | |
| AARON | To achieve her! how? | |
| DEMETRIUS | Why makest thou it so strange? | 85 |
| | 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 | |
| | Than wots the miller of; and easy it is | 90 |
| | 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 | |
| DEMETRIUS | Then why should he despair that knows to court it | |
| | With words, fair looks and liberality? | 95 |
| | 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 | |
| | Would serve your turns. | |
| CHIRON | Ay, so the turn were served. | 100 |
| DEMETRIUS | Aaron, thou hast hit it. | |
| AARON | Would you had hit it too! | |
| | Then should not we be tired with this ado. | |
| | Why, hark ye, hark ye! and are you such fools | |
| | To square for this? would it offend you, then | 105 |
| | That both should speed? | |
| CHIRON | Faith, not me. | |
| DEMETRIUS | Nor me, so I were one. | |
| AARON | For shame, be friends, and join for that you jar: | |
| | 'Tis policy and stratagem must do | 110 |
| | That you affect; and so must you resolve, | |
| | That what you cannot as you would achieve, | |
| | You must perforce accomplish as you may. | |
| | Take this of me: Lucrece was not more chaste | |
| | Than this Lavinia, Bassianus' love. | 115 |
| | A speedier course than lingering languishment | |
| | Must we pursue, and I have found the path. | |
| | My lords, a solemn hunting is in hand; | |
| | There will the lovely Roman ladies troop: | |
| | The forest walks are wide and spacious; | 120 |
| | And many unfrequented plots there are | |
| | Fitted by kind for rape and villany: | |
| | Single you thither then this dainty doe, | |
| | And strike her home by force, if not by words: | |
| | This way, or not at all, stand you in hope. | 125 |
| | Come, come, our empress, with her sacred wit | |
| | To villany and vengeance consecrate, | |
| | Will we acquaint with all that we intend; | |
| | And she shall file our engines with advice, | |
| | That will not suffer you to square yourselves, | 130 |
| | 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: | |
| | The woods are ruthless, dreadful, deaf, and dull; | |
| | There speak, and strike, brave boys, and take | 135 |
| | your turns; | |
| | There serve your lusts, shadow'd from heaven's eye, | |
| | And revel in Lavinia's treasury. | |
| CHIRON | Thy counsel, lad, smells of no cowardice, | |
| DEMETRIUS | Sit fas aut nefas, till I find the stream | 140 |
| | To cool this heat, a charm to calm these fits. | |
| | Per Styga, per manes vehor. | |
| | Exeunt | |