# Titus Andronicus (1926) Yale/Text/Act II

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ACT SECOND
Scene One
[Rome. Before the Palace]
Flourish. Enter Aaron alone.
Aar. Now climbeth Tamora Olympus' top, Safe out of Fortune’s shot; and sits aloft, ​Secure of thunder's crack or lightning flash, Advanc'd above pale envy's threat'ning reach. 4 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; 8 So Tamora. Upon her wit doth earthly honour wait And virtue stoops and trembles at her frown. Then, Aaron, arm thy heart, and fit thy thoughts 12 To mount aloft with thy imperial mistress, And mount her pitch, whom thou in triumph long Hast prisoner held, fetter'd in amorous chains, And faster bound to Aaron's charming eyes 16 Than is Prometheus tied to Caucasus. Away with slavish weeds and servile thoughts! I will be bright, and shine in pearl and gold, To wait upon this new-made empress. 20 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 shipwrack and his commonweal's. 24 Hollo! what storm is this?
Enter Chiron and Demetrius, braving.
Dem. Chiron, thy years want wit, thy wit wants edge And manners, to intrude where I am grac'd, And may, for aught thou know'st, affected be. 28
Chi. Demetrius, thou dost overween in all ​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: 32 I am as able and as fit as thou To serve, and to deserve, my mistress' grace; And that my sword upon thee shall approve, And plead my passions for Lavinia's love. 36
Aar. Clubs, clubs! these lovers will net keep the peace.
Dem. Why, boy, although our mother, unadvis'd, Gave you a dancing-rapier by your side, Are you so desperate grown, to threat your friends? 40 Go to; have your lath glu'd within your sheath Till you know better how to handle it.
Chi. Meanwhile, sir, with the little skill I have, Full well shalt thou perceive how much I dare. 44
Dem. Ay, boy, grow ye so brave? They draw.
Aar. Why, how now, lords! 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: 48 I would not for a million of gold 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. 52 For shame, put up.
Dem. Not I, till I have sheath'd My rapier in his bosom, and withal Thrust those reproachful speeches down his throat That he hath breath'd in my dishonour here. 56
Chi. For that I am prepar'd and full resolv'd, ​Foul-spoken coward, that thunder'st with thy tongue, And with thy weapon nothing dar'st perform!
Aar. Away, I say! 60 Now, by the gods that warlike Goths adore, This petty brabble will undo us all. Why, lords, and think you not how dangerous It is to jet upon a prince's right? 64 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? 68 Young lords, beware! an should the empress know This discord's ground, the music would not please.
Chi. I care not, I, knew she and all the world: I love Lavinia more than all the world. 72
Dem. Youngling, learn thou to make some meaner choice: Lavinia is thine elder brother's hope.
Aar. Why, are ye mad? or know ye not in Rome How furious and impatient they be, 76 And cannot brook competitors in love? I tell you, lords, you do but plot your deaths By this device.
Chi. Aaron, a thousand deaths Would I propose, to achieve her whom I love. 80
Aar. To achieve her! how?
Dem. Why mak'st thou it so strange? She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd; She is a woman, therefore may be won; She is Lavinia, therefore must be lov'd. 84 What, man! more water glideth by the mill Than wots the miller of; and easy it is ​Of a cut loaf to steal a shive, we know: Though Bassianus be the emperor's brother, 88 Better than he have worn Vulcan's badge.
Aar. [Aside.] Ay, and as good as Saturninus may.
Dem. Then why should he despair that knows to court it With words, fair looks, and liberality? 92 What! hast thou not full often struck a doe, And borne her cleanly by the keeper's nose?
Aar. Why, then, it seems, some certain snatch or so Would serve your turns.
Chi. Ay, so the turn were serv'd. 96
Dem. Aaron, thou hast hit it.
Aar. Would you had hit it too! Then should not we be tir'd with this ado. Why, hark ye, hark ye! and are you such fools To square for this? Would it offend you, then, 100 That both should speed?
Chi. Faith, not me.
Dem. Nor me, so I were one.
Aar. For shame, be friends, and join for that you jar: 'Tis policy and stratagem must do 104 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 108 Than this Lavinia, Bassianus' love. A speedier course than ling'ring languishment Must we pursue, and I have found the path. ​My lords, a solemn hunting is in hand; 112 There will the lovely Roman ladies troop: The forest walks are wide and spacious, And many unfrequented plots there are Fitted by kind for rape and villainy: 116 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. Come, come, our empress, with her sacred wit 120 To villainy 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, 124 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; 128 There speak, and strike, brave boys, and take your turns; There serve your lusts, shadow'd from heaven's eye, And revel in Lavinia's treasury.
Chi. Thy counsel, lad, smells of no cowardice. 132
Dem. Sit fas aut nefas, till I find the stream To cool this heat, a charm to calm these fits, Per Styga, per manes vehor. Exeunt.
Scene Two
[A Forest near Rome]
Tit. The hunt is up, the morn is bright and grey, The fields are fragrant and the woods are green. Uncouple here and let us make a bay, And wake the emperor and his lovely bride, 4 And rouse the prince and ring a hunter's peal, That all the court may echo with the noise. Sons, let it be your charge, as it is ours, To attend the emperor's person carefully: 8 I have been troubled in my sleep this right, But dawning day new comfort hath inspir'd.
Wind horns.
Many good morrows to your majesty; Madam, to you as many and as good; 12 I promised your Grace a hunter's peal.
Sat. And you have rung it lustily, my lord; Somewhat too early for new-married ladies.
Bas. Lavinia, how say you?
Lav. I say, no; 16 I have been broad awake two hours and more.
Sat. Come on, then; horse and chariots let us have, And to our sport.—[To Tamora.] Madam, now shall ye see Our Roman hunting.
​Mar. I have dogs, my lord, 20 Will rouse the proudest panther in the chase, And climb the highest promontory top.
Tit. And I have horse will follow where the game Makes way, and run like swallows o'er the plain. 24
Dem. [Aside.] Chiron, we hunt not, we, with horse nor hound, But hope to pluck a dainty doe to ground. Exeunt.
Scene Three
[A lonely part of the Forest]
Enter Aaron alone [with a bag of gold].
Aar. 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 4 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 8 That have their alms out of the empress' chest.
[Hides the gold.]
Enter Tamora to the Moor.
Tam. My lovely Aaron, wherefore look'st thou sad, When everything doth make a gleeful boast? The birds chant melody on every bush, 12 The snake lies 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, 16 And, whilst 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 yelping noise; 20 And after conflict, such as was suppos'd The wandering prince and Dido once enjoy'd, When with a happy storm they were surpris'd, And curtain'd with a counsel-keeping cave, 24 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 28 Of lullaby to bring her babe asleep.
Aar. Madam, though Venus govern your desires, Saturn is dominator over mine: What signifies my deadly-standing eye, 32 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? 36 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, 40 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, 44 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; 48 Here comes a parcel of our hopeful booty, Which dreads not yet their lives' destruction.
Enter Bassianus and Lavinia.
Tam. Ah! my sweet Moor, sweeter to me than life!
Aar. No more, great empress; Bassianus comes: 52 Be cross with him; and I'll go fetch thy sons To back thy quarrels, whatsoe'er they be. [Exit.]
Bas. Whom have we here? Rome's royal empress, Unfurnish'd of her well-beseeming troop? 56 Or is it Dian, habited like her, Who hath abandoned her holy groves, To see the general hunting in this forest?
Tam. Saucy controller of our private steps! 60 Had I the power that some say Dian had, Thy temples should be planted presently With horns, as was Actæon's; and the hounds Should drive upon thy new-transformed limbs, 64 Unmannerly intruder as thou art!
Lav. Under your patience, gentle empress, 'Tis thought you have a goodly gift in horning; And to be doubted that your Moor and you 68 Are singled forth to try experiments. Jove shield your husband from his hounds to-day! 'Tis pity they should take him for a stag.
Bas. Believe me, queen, your swarth Cimmerian 72 Doth make your honour of his body's hue, Spotted, detested, and abominable. Why are you sequester'd from all your train, Dismounted from your snow-white goodly steed, 76 ​And wander'd hither to an obscure plot, Accompanied but with a barbarous Moor, If foul desire had not conducted you?
Lav. And, being intercepted in your sport, 80 Great reason that my noble lord be rated For sauciness. I pray you, let us hence, And let her joy her raven-colour'd love; This valley fits the purpose passing well. 84
Bas. The king my brother shall have note of this.
Lav. Ay, for these slips have made him noted long: Good king, to be so mightily abus'd!
Tam. Why have I patience to endure all this? 88
Enter Chiron and Demetrius.
Dem. How now, dear sovereign, and our gracious mother! Why doth your highness look so pale and wan?
Tam. Have I not reason, think you, to look pale? These two have 'tic'd me hither to this place: 92 A barren detested vale, you see, it is; The trees, though summer, yet forlorn and lean, O'ercome with moss and baleful mistletoe: Here never shines the sun; here nothing breeds, 96 Unless the nightly owl or fatal raven: And when they show'd me this abhorred pit, They told me, here, at dead time of the night, A thousand fiends, a thousand hissing snakes, 100 Ten thousand swelling toads, as many urchins, Would make such fearful and confused cries, As any mortal body hearing it Should straight fall mad, or else die suddenly. 104 No sooner had they told this hellish tale, ​But straight they told me they would bind me here Unto the body of a dismal yew, And leave me to this miserable death: 108 And then they call'd me foul adulteress, Lascivious Goth, and all the bitterest terms That ever ear did hear to such effect; And, had you not by wondrous fortune come, 112 This vengeance on me had they executed. Revenge it, as you love your mother's life, Or be ye not henceforth call'd my children.
Dem. This is a witness that I am thy son. 116
Stab him [i.e. Bassianus].
Chi. And this for me, struck home to show my strength.
[Also stabs Bassianus, who dies.]
Lav. Ay, come, Semiramis, nay, barbarous Tamora; For no name fits thy nature but thy own.
Tam. Give me thy poniard; you shall know, my boys, 120 Your mother's hand shall right your mother's wrong.
Dem. Stay, madam; here is more belongs to her: First thrash the corn, then after burn the straw. This minion stood upon her chastity, 124 Upon her nuptial vow, her loyalty, And with that painted hope braves your mightiness: And shall she carry this unto her grave?
Chi. An if she do, I would I were an eunuch. 128 Drag hence her husband to some secret hole, And make his dead trunk pillow to our lust.
Tam. But when ye have the honey ye desire, Let not this wasp outlive, us both to sting. 132
Chi. I warrant you, madam, we will make that sure. ​Come, mistress, now perforce we will enjoy That nice-preserved honesty of yours.
Lav. O Tamora! thou bear'st a woman's face,— 136
Tam. I will not hear her speak; away with her!
Lav. Sweet lords, entreat her hear me but a word.
Dem. Listen, fair madam: let it be your glory To see her tears; but be your heart to them 140 As unrelenting flint to drops of rain.
Lav. When did the tiger's young ones teach the dam? O! do not learn her wrath; she taught it thee; The milk thou suck'dst from her did turn to marble; 144 Even at thy teat thou hadst thy tyranny. Yet every mother breeds not sons alike: [To Chiron.] Do thou entreat her show a woman pity.
Chi. What! wouldst thou have me prove myself a bastard? 148
Lav. 'Tis true! the raven doth not hatch a lark: Yet have I heard—O could I find it now!— The lion mov'd with pity did endure To have his princely paws par'd all away. 152 Some say that ravens foster forlorn children, The whilst their own birds famish in their nests: O, be to me, though thy hard heart say no, Nothing so kind, but something pitiful! 156
Tam. I know not what it means; away with her!
Lav. O, let me teach thee! for my father's sake, That gave thee life when well he might have slain thee, Be not obdurate, open thy deaf ears. 160
Tam. Hadst thou in person ne'er offended me, ​Even for his sake am I pitiless. Remember, boys, I pour'd forth tears in vain To save your brother from the sacrifice; 164 But fierce Andronicus would not relent: Therefore, away with her, and use her as you will: The worse to her, the better lov'd of me.
Lav. O Tamora! be call'd a gentle queen, 168 And with thine own hands kill me in this place; For 'tis not life that I have begg'd so long; Poor I was slain when Bassianus died.
Tam. What begg'st thou, then? fond woman, let me go. 172
Lav. 'Tis present death I beg; and one thing more That womanhood denies my tongue to tell. O keep me from their worse than killing lust, And tumble me into some loathsome pit, 176 Where never man's eye may behold my body! Do this, and be a charitable murderer.
Tam. So should I rob my sweet sons of their fee: No, let them satisfy their lust on thee. 180
Dem. Away! for thou hast stay'd us here too long.
Lav. No grace! no womanhood! Ah, beastly creature, The blot and enemy to our general name. Confusion fall— 184
Chi. Nay, then I'll stop your mouth. Bring thou her husband: This is the hole where Aaron bid us hide him.
Tam. Farewell, my sons: see that you make her sure. Ne'er let my heart know merry cheer indeed 188 Till all the Andronici be made away. Now will I hence to seek my lovely Moor, And let my spleenful sons this trull deflower. Exit.
Enter Aaron, with [Quintus and Martius,] two of Titus's Sons.
Aar. Come on, my lords, the better foot before: 192 Straight will I bring you to the loathsome pit Where I espied the panther fast asleep.
Quin. My sight is very dull, whate'er it bodes.
Mart. And mine, I promise you: were't not for shame, 196 Well could I leave our sport to sleep awhile.
[Falls into the pit.]
Quin. What! art thou fall'n? What subtle hole is this, Whose mouth is cover'd with rude-growing briers, Upon whose leaves are drops of new-shed blood 200 As fresh as morning's dew distill'd on flowers? A very fatal place it seems to me. Speak, brother, hast thou hurt thee with the fall?
Mart. O brother! with the dismal'st object hurt 204 That ever eye with sight made heart lament.
Aar. [Aside.] Now will I fetch the king to find them here, That he thereby may give a likely guess How these were they that made away his brother. 208
Exit Aaron.
Mart. Why dost not comfort me, and help me out From this unhallow'd and blood-stained hole?
​Quin. I am surprised with an uncouth fear; A chilling sweat o'erruns my trembling joints: 212 My heart suspects more than mine eye can see.
Mart. To prove thou hast a true-divining heart, Aaron and thou look down into this den, And see a fearful sight of blood and death. 216
Quin. Aaron is gone; and my compassionate heart Will not permit mine eyes once to behold The thing whereat it trembles by surmise. O tell me how it is! for ne'er till now 220 Was I a child, to fear I know not what.
Mart. Lord Bassianus lies embrewed here, All on a heap, like to a slaughter'd lamb, In this detested, dark, blood-drinking pit. 224
Quin. If it be dark, how dost thou know 'tis he?
Mart. Upon his bloody finger he doth wear A precious ring, that lightens all the hole, Which, like a taper in some monument, 228 Doth shine upon the dead man's earthy cheeks, And shows the ragged entrails of the pit: So pale did shine the moon on Pyramus When he by night lay bath'd in maiden blood. 232 O brother! help me with thy fainting hand— If fear hath made thee faint, as me it hath— Out of this fell devouring receptacle, As hateful as Cocytus' misty mouth. 236
Quin. Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee out; Or, wanting strength to do thee so much good I may be pluck'd into the swallowing womb Of this deep pit, poor Bassianus' grave. 240 I have no strength to pluck thee to the brink.
​Mart. Nor I no strength to climb without thy help.
Quin. Thy hand once more; I will not loose again, Till thou art here aloft, or I below. 244 Thou canst not come to me: I come to thee.
Both fall in.
Enter the Emperor, [with] Aaron the Moor.
Sat. Along with me: I'll see what hole is here, And what he is that now is leap'd into it. Say, who art thou that lately didst descend 248 Into this gaping hollow of the earth?
Mart. The unhappy son of old Andronicus; Brought hither in a most unlucky hour, To find thy brother Bassianus dead. 252
Sat. My brother dead! I know thou dost but jests He and his lady both are at the lodge, Upon the north side of this pleasant chase; 'Tis not an hour since I left him there. 256
Mart. We know not where you left him all alive; But, out alas! here have we found him dead.
Enter Tamora [with Attendants], [Titus] Andronicus, and Lucius.
Tam. Where is my lord, the king?
Sat. Here, Tamora; though griev'd with killing grief. 260
Tam. Where is thy brother Bassianus?
Sat. Now to the bottom dost thou search my wound: Poor Bassianus here lies murthered.
Tam. Then all too late I bring this fatal writ, 264 The complot of this timeless tragedy; And wonder greatly that man's face can fold ​In pleasing smiles such murderous tyranny.
She giveth Saturnine a letter. Saturninus reads the letter.
Sat. 'And if we miss to meet him handsomely, 268 Sweet huntsman, Bassianus 'tis we mean, Do thou so much as dig the grave for him: Thou know'st our meaning. Look for thy reward Among the nettles at the elder-tree 272 Which overshades the mouth of that same pit Where we decreed to bury Bassianus: Do this, and purchase us thy lasting friends.' O Tamora! was ever heard the like? 276 This is the pit, and this the elder-tree. Look, sirs, if you can find the huntsman out That should have murther'd Bassianus here.
Aar. My gracious lord, here is the bag of gold. 280
Sat. [To Titus.] Two of thy whelps, fell curs of bloody kind, Have here bereft my brother of his life. Sirs, drag them from the pit unto the prison: There let them bide until we have devis'd 284 Some never-heard-of torturing pain for them.
Tam. What! are they in this pit? O wondrous thing! How easily murder is discovered!
Tit. High emperor, upon my feeble knee 288 I beg this boon with tears not lightly shed; That this fell fault of my accursed sons, Accursed, if the fault be prov'd in them,—
Sat. If it be prov'd! you see it is apparent. 292 Who found this letter? Tamora, was it you?
Tam. Andronicus himself did take it up.
Tit. I did, my lord: yet let me be their bail; ​For, by my father's reverend tomb, I vow 296 They shall be ready at your highness' will To answer their suspicion with their lives.
Sat. Thou shalt not bail them: see thou follow me. Some bring the murther'd body, some the murtherers: 300 Let them not speak a word; the guilt is plain; For, by my soul, were there worse end than death, That end upon them should be executed.
Tam. Andronicus, I will entreat the king: 304 Fear not thy sons, they shall do well enough.
Tit. Come, Lucius, come; stay not to talk with them.
Exeunt.
Scene Four
[Another part of the Forest]
Dem. So, now go tell, an if thy tongue can speak, Who 'twas that cut thy tongue and ravish'd thee.
Chi. Write down thy mind, bewray thy meaning so; An if thy stumps will let thee play the scribe. 4
Dem. See, how with signs and tokens she can scrowl.
Chi. Go home, call for sweet water, wash thy hands.
Dem. She hath no tongue to call, nor hands to wash; And so let's leave her to her silent walks. 8
Chi. An 'twere my case, I should go hang myself.
Dem. If thou hadst hands to help thee knit the cord.
Exeunt [Demetrius and Chiron]. Wind horns.
Enter Marcus, from hunting, to Lavinia.
Mar. Who's this? my niece, that flies away so fast? Cousin, a word; where is your husband? 12 If I do dream, would all my wealth would wake me! If I do wake, some planet strike me down, That I may slumber in eternal sleep! Speak, gentle niece, what stern ungentle hands 16 Hath lopp'd and hew'd and made thy body bare Of her two branches, those sweet ornaments, Whose circling shadows kings have sought to sleep in, And might not gain so great a happiness 20 As have thy love? Why dost not speak to me? Alas! a crimson river of warm blood, Like to a bubbling fountain stirr'd with wind, Doth rise and fall between thy rosed lips, 24 Coming and going with thy honey breath. But, sure, some Tereus hath deflower'd thee, And, lest thou shouldst detect him, cut thy tongue. Ah! now thou turn'st away thy face for shame; 28 And, notwithstanding all this loss of blood, As from a conduit with three issuing spouts, Yet do thy cheeks look red as Titan's face Blushing to be encounter'd with a cloud. 32 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 conceal'd, like to an oven stopp'd, 36 Doth burn the heart to cinders where it is. Fair Philomela, she but lost her tongue, And in a tedious sampler sew'd her mind: But, lovely niece, that mean is cut from thee; 40 ​A craftier Tereus hast thou met withal, And he hath cut those pretty fingers off, That could have better sew'd than Philomel. O! had the monster seen those lily hands 44 Tremble, like aspen-leaves, upon a lute, And make the silken strings delight to kiss them, He would not, then, have touch'd them for his life; Or had he heard the heavenly harmony 48 Which that sweet tongue hath made, He would have dropp'd his knife, and fell asleep, As Cerberus at the Thracian poet's feet. Come, let us go, and make thy father blind; 52 For such a sight will blind a father's eye: One hour's storm will drown the fragrant meads; What will whole months of tears thy father's eyes? Do not draw back, for we will mourn with thee: 56 O could our mourning ease thy misery! Exeunt.
Footnotes to Act II
Scene One
​3 Secure of: safe from 7 Gallops: gallops over 8 overlooks: looks down on 14 pitch; cf. n. 16 charming: having power to charm, or cast a spell 17 Prometheus; cf. n. 18 weeds: garments 22 Semiramis; cf. n. 25 S. d. braving: defying each other 27 grac'd: favored 28 affected: loved 29 dost overween: art presumptuous ​30 braves: brags 35 approve: prove 37 Clubs, clubs!; cf. n. 38 unadvis'd: thoughtlessly, rashly 39 dancing-rapier: a sword worn only for ornament 41 lath: contemptuous term for sword; cf. n. 48 wot: know 53 put up: sheathe your swords Not I; cf. n. ​62 brabble: squabble, brawl 64 jet: encroach 70 ground; cf. n. 80 propose: risk, undertake achieve: win 82 She is a woman; cf. n. 85 water glideth by the mill; cf. n. ​87 shive: slice 89 Vulcan's badge; cf. n. 100 square: put oneself in a boxing attitude, quarrel 103 that you jar: that which you are quarreling about 105 affect: desire 108 Lucrece; cf. n. 110 ling'ring languishment: a long-drawn-out courtship ​112 solemn: formal, grand 116 by kind: by nature 120 sacred; cf. n. 123 file our engines: sharpen, or finish off, our designs 124 square yourselves: settle it between yourselves 126 house of Fame; cf. n. 133 Sit fas aut nefas: Be it right or wrong 135 Per Styga, per manes vehor: I am borne across the Styx, and among the shades of the dead; cf. n.
Scene Two
​1 grey; cf. n. 3 Uncouple here; cf. n. bay: barking 9 I have been troubled; cf. n. ​23 horse: horses 24 Makes way: opens up a passage
Scene Three
​3 inherit: possess 9 alms . . . chest; cf. n. ​17 echo mocks the hounds, etc.; cf. n. 22 The wandering prince: Æneas (cf. Vergil, Æneid 4. 165 ff.) 23 happy: lucky 31 Saturn is dominator; cf. n. 32 deadly-standing: fixedly staring like that of the dead 37 venereal: erotic 43 Philomel; cf. n. ​49 parcel: part 56 well-beseeming troop: the guard of honor suitable to an empress 62 presently: immediately 63 horns . . . Actæon's; cf. n. 64 drive upon: rush upon 72 Cimmerian; cf. n. ​83 joy; enjoy 86 slips: offences; cf. n. 87 abus'd: deceived 92 'tic'd: enticed 93 barren detested vale; cf. n. 97 fatal: evil-omened 101 urchins: hedgehogs ​110 Lascivious Goth; cf. n. 124 minion: saucy person stood: prided herself 126 painted: unreal, false (?); cf. n. ​135 nice-preserved: prudishly preserved 143 learn: teach 152 paws: i.e. claws; cf. n. 153 ravens . . . children; cf. n. ​172 fond: foolish 173 present: instant 183 blot . . . name: a blot on, and enemy to, the good name of women in general ​191 spleenful: hot, eager trull: loose woman ​211 uncouth: strange, horrible 222 embrewed: soaked in blood 223 on a heap: in a heap 227 A precious ring; cf. n. 231 Pyramus; cf. n. 236 Cocytus: the river of lamentation in Hades ​243 loose: loose my hold 255 chase: hunting-ground 262 search: probe 265 complot: plot timeless: untimely ​274 decreed: determined ​305 Fear not: fear not for
Scene Four
​5 scrowl: scrawl (?); cf. n. 6 sweet: perfumed ​12 Cousin: near relation, of either sex 17 Hath: have 26 Tereus; cf. n. 31 Titan's: the sun's 34 thy heart: what is in thy mind 39 mind: meaning; cf. n. 40 mean: means ​51 Cerberus . . . feet; cf. n.