Deme. Gramercie louely Lucius, what"s the newes?
For villanie"s markt with rape. May it please you, My Grandsire well aduis"d hath sent by me, The goodliest weapons of his Armorie, To gratifie your honourable youth, The hope of Rome, for so he bad me say: And so I do and with his gifts present Your Lordships, when euer you haue need, You may be armed and appointed well, And so I leaue you both: like b.l.o.o.d.y villaines.
Exit
Deme. What"s heere? a scrole, & written round about?
Let"s see.
Integer vitae scelerisque purus, non egit maury iaculis nec arcus
Chi. O "tis a verse in Horace, I know it well.
I read it in the Grammer long agoe
Moore. I iust, a verse in Horace: right, you haue it, Now what a thing it is to be an a.s.se?
Heer"s no sound iest, the old man hath found their guilt, And sends the weapons wrapt about with lines, That wound (beyond their feeling) to the quick: But were our witty Empresse well a foot, She would applaud Andronicus conceit: But let her rest, in her vnrest a while.
And now young Lords, was"t not a happy starre Led vs to Rome strangers, and more then so; Captiues, to be aduanced to this height?
It did me good before the Pallace gate, To braue the Tribune in his brothers hearing
Deme. But me more good, to see so great a Lord Basely insinuate, and send vs gifts
Moore. Had he not reason Lord Demetrius?
Did you not vse his daughter very friendly?
Deme. I would we had a thousand Romane Dames At such a bay, by turne to serue our l.u.s.t
Chi. A charitable wish, and full of loue
Moore. Heere lack"s but your mother for to say, Amen
Chi. And that would she for twenty thousand more
Deme. Come, let vs go, and pray to all the G.o.ds For our beloued mother in her paines
Moore. Pray to the deuils, the G.o.ds haue giuen vs ouer.
Flourish.
Dem. Why do the Emperors trumpets flourish thus?
Chi. Belike for ioy the Emperour hath a sonne
Deme. Soft, who comes heere?
Enter Nurse with a blacke a Moore childe.
Nur. Good morrow Lords: O tell me, did you see Aaron the Moore?
Aron. Well, more or lesse, or nere a whit at all, Heere Aaron is, and what with Aaron now?
Nurse. Oh gentle Aaron, we are all vndone.
Now helpe, or woe betide thee euermore
Aron. Why, what a catterwalling dost thou keepe?
What dost thou wrap and fumble in thine armes?
Nurse. O that which I would hide from heauens eye, Our Empresse shame, and stately Romes disgrace, She is deliuered Lords, she is deliuered
Aron. To whom?
Nurse. I meane she is brought a bed?
Aron. Wel G.o.d giue her good rest, What hath he sent her?
Nurse. A deuill
Aron. Why then she is the Deuils Dam: a ioyfull issue
Nurse. A ioylesse, dismall, blacke &, sorrowfull issue, Heere is the babe as loathsome as a toad, Among"st the fairest breeders of our clime, The Empresse sends it thee, thy stampe, thy seale, And bids thee christen it with thy daggers point
Aron. Out you wh.o.r.e, is black so base a hue?
Sweet blowse, you are a beautious blossome sure
Deme. Villaine what hast thou done?
Aron. That which thou canst not vndoe
Chi. Thou hast vndone our mother
Deme. And therein h.e.l.lish dog, thou hast vndone, Woe to her chance, and d.a.m.n"d her loathed choyce, Accur"st the off-spring of so foule a fiend
Chi. It shall not liue
Aron. It shall not die
Nurse. Aaron it must, the mother wils it so
Aron. What, must it Nurse? Then let no man but I Doe execution on my flesh and blood
Deme. Ile broach the Tadpole on my Rapiers point: Nurse giue it me, my sword shall soone dispatch it
Aron. Sooner this sword shall plough thy bowels vp.
Stay murtherous villaines, will you kill your brother?
Now by the burning Tapers of the skie, That shone so brightly when this Boy was got, He dies vpon my Semitars sharpe point, That touches this my first borne sonne and heire.
I tell you younglings, not Enceladus With all his threatning band of Typhons broode, Nor great Alcides, nor the G.o.d of warre, Shall ceaze this prey out of his fathers hands: What, what, ye sanguine shallow harted Boyes, Ye white-limb"d walls, ye Ale-house painted signes, Cole-blacke is better then another hue, In that it scornes to beare another hue: For all the water in the Ocean, Can neuer turne the Swans blacke legs to white, Although she laue them hourely in the flood: Tell the Empresse from me, I am of age To keepe mine owne, excuse it how she can Deme. Wilt thou betray thy n.o.ble mistris thus?
Aron. My mistris is my mistris: this my selfe, The vigour, and the picture of my youth: This, before all the world do I preferre, This mauger all the world will I keepe safe, Or some of you shall smoake for it in Rome
Deme. By this our mother is for euer sham"d
Chi. Rome will despise her for this foule escape
Nur. The Emperour in his rage will doome her death
Chi. I blush to thinke vpon this ignominie
Aron. Why ther"s the priuiledge your beauty beares: Fie trecherous hue, that will betray with blushing The close enacts and counsels of the hart: Heer"s a young Lad fram"d of another leere, Looke how the blacke slaue smiles vpon the father; As who should say, old Lad I am thine owne.
He is your brother Lords, sensibly fed Of that selfe blood that first gaue life to you, And from that wombe where you imprisoned were He is infranchised and come to light: Nay he is your brother by the surer side, Although my seale be stamped in his face
Nurse. Aaron what shall I say vnto the Empresse?
Dem. Aduise thee Aaron, what is to be done, And we will all subscribe to thy aduise: Saue thou the child, so we may all be safe
Aron. Then sit we downe and let vs all consult.