Enter AARON alone, with a bag of gold
AARON.He that had wit would think that I had none, To bury so much gold under a tree And never after to inherit it.Let him that thinks of me so abjectly Know that this gold must coin a stratagem, Which, cunningly effected, will beget A very excellent piece of villainy.And so repose, sweet gold, for their unrest [Hides the gold] That have their alms out of the Empress' chest.
Enter TAMORA alone, to the Moor
TAMORA.My lovely Aaron, wherefore look'st thou sad When everything does make a gleeful boast? The birds chant melody on every bush; The snakes lie rolled in the cheerful sun; The green leaves quiver with the cooling wind And make a chequer'd shadow on the ground; Under their sweet shade, Aaron, let us sit, And while the babbling echo mocks the hounds, Replying shrilly to the well-tun'd horns, As if a double hunt were heard at once, Let us sit down and mark their yellowing noise; And- after conflict such as was suppos'd The wand'ring prince and Dido once enjoyed, When with a happy storm they were surpris'd, And curtain'd with a counsel-keeping cave- We may, each wreathed in the other's arms, Our pastimes done, possess a golden slumber, Whiles hounds and horns and sweet melodious birds Be unto us as is a nurse's song Of lullaby to bring her babe asleep.AARON.Madam, though Venus govern your desires, Saturn is dominator over mine.What signifies my deadly-standing eye, My silence and my cloudy melancholy, My fleece of woolly hair that now uncurls Even as an adder when she doth unroll To do some fatal execution? No, madam, these are no venereal signs.Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, Blood and revenge are hammering in my head.Hark, Tamora, the empress of my soul, Which never hopes more heaven than rests in thee- This is the day of doom for Bassianus; His Philomel must lose her tongue to-day, Thy sons make pillage of her chastity, And wash their hands in Bassianus' blood.Seest thou this letter? Take it up, I pray thee, And give the King this fatal-plotted scroll.Now question me no more; we are espied.Here comes a parcel of our hopeful booty, Whichdreads not yet their lives' destruction.
Enter BASSIANUS and LAVINIA TAMORA.Ah, my sweet Moor, sweeter to me than life! AARON.No more, great Empress: Bassianus comes.Be cross with him; and I'll go fetch thy sons To back thy quarrels, whatsoe'er they be.Exit BASSIANUS.Who have we here? Rome's royal Emperess, Unfurnish'd of her well-beseeming troop? Or is it Dian, habited like her, Who hath abandoned her holy groves To see the general hunting in this forest? TAMORA.Saucy controller of my private steps! Had I the pow'r that some say Dian had, Thy temples should be planted presently With horns, as was Actaeon's; and the hounds Should drive upon thy new- transformed limbs, Unmannerly intruder as thou art! LAVINIA.Under your patience, gentle Emperess, 'Tis thought you have a goodly gift in horning, And to be doubted that your Moor and you Are singled forth to try thy experiments.Jove shield your husband from his hounds to-day! 'Tis pity they should take him for a stag.BASSIANUS.Believe me, Queen, your swarth Cimmerian Doth make your honour of his body's hue, Spotted, detested, and abominable.Why are you sequest'red from all your train, Dismounted from your snow-white goodly steed, And wand'red hither to an obscure plot, Accompanied but with a barbarous Moor, If foul desire had not conducted you? LAVINIA.And, being intercepted in your sport, Great reason that my noble lord be rated For sauciness.I pray you let us hence, And let her joy her raven-coloured love; This valley fits the purpose passing well.BASSIANUS.The King my brother shall have notice of this.LAVINIA.Ay, for these slips have made him noted long.Good king, to be so mightily abused! TAMORA.Why, I have patience to endure all this.
Enter CHIRON and DEMETRIUS