Peele, George / Shakespeare, William · published 1594 · first performed or written 1594 [Jan 23 (24); poss. written 1590-1592] (Annals) tragedy · Pembroke's Men (?) unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 505 words
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Give me the poniard, you shall know my boys, Your Mother's hand shall right your Mother's wrong. Stay Madam 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 grave. And if she do, I would I were an eunuch, Drag hence her husband to some secret hole, And make his dead trunk pillow to our lust. But when ye have the honey we desire, Let not this wasp out live us both to sting, I warrant you madam we will make that sure: Come Mistress now perforce we will enjoy, That nice preserved honesty of yours. Oh Tamora, thou bearest a woman's face. I will not hear her speak away with her. Sweet Lords entreat her hear me but a word. Listen fair Madam let it be your glory To see her tears, but be your heart to them: As unrelenting Flint to drops of rain. When did the Tigers young ones teach the dam, Oh do not learn her wrath: she taught it thee, The Milk thou suckest from her did turn to Marble, Even at thy teat thou hadst thy tyranny, Yet every Mother breeds not sons a like, Do thou entreat her show a woman's pity. What wouldst thou have me prove myself a bastard? 'tis true the Raven doth not hatch a Lark, Yet have I hard, Oh could I find it now, The Lion moved with pity did endure, To have his Princely paws pard all away: Some say that Ravens foster forlorn children, The whilst their own birds famish in their nests: Oh be to me though thy hard heart say no, Nothing so kind but something pitiful. I know not what it means, away with her. Oh 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 years. Hadst thou in person near offended me, Even for his sake am I pitiless. Remember boys I poured forth tears in vain, To save your brother from the sacrifice, But fierce Andronicus would not relent, Therefore away with her, and use her as you will, The worse to her the better loved of me. Oh Tamora be called a Gentle Queen, And with thine own hands kill me in this place, For 'tis not life that I have begged so long, Poor I was slain when Bascianus died. What beg'st thou then fond woman let me go? 'tis present death I beg, and one thing more, That womanhood denies my tongue to tell, Oh keep me from there worse than kill lust, And tumble me into some loathsome pit, Where never man's eye may behold my body, Do this and be a charitable murderer. So should I rob my sweet sons of their fee, No let them satisfy their lust on thee.
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Giue me the poynard, you shall know my boies, Your Mothers hand shall right your Mothers wrong. Stay Madame here is more belongs to her, First thrash the corne, then after burne the straw: This minion stood vpon her chastitie, Vpon her Nuptiall vow, her loyaltie, And with that painted hope, braues your mightenes, And shall she carrie this vnto her graue. And if she doe, I would I were an Euenuke, Drag hence her husband to some secret hole, And make his dead trunke pillow to our lust. But when yee haue the honie we desire, Let not this waspe out liue vs both to sting, I warrant you maddame we will make that sure: Come Mistris now perforce we will enioy, That nice preserued honestie of yours. Oh Tamora, thou bearest a womans face. I will not heare her speake awaie with her. Sweet Lords intreat her heare me but a word. Listen faire Maddame let it be your glory To see her teares, but be your hart to them: As vnrelenting Flint to drops of raine. VVhen did the Tigers young ones teach the dam, Oh doe not learne her wrath: she taught it thee, The Milke thou suckst from her did turne to Marble, Euen at thy teat thou hadst thy tyrranie, Yet euerie Mother breeds not sonnes a like, Doe thou intreat her shew a womans pittie. VVhat wouldst thou haue me proue my selfe a bastard? Tis true the Rauen doth not hatch a Larke, Yet haue I hard, Oh could I finde it now, The Lion moued with pittie did indure, To haue his Princelie pawes parde all away: Some say that Rauens foster forlorne children, The whilst their owne birds famish in their nests: Oh be to me though thy hard hart say no, Nothing so kinde but something pittiull. I know not what it meanes, away with her. Oh let me teach thee for my Fathers sake, That gaue thee life when well he might haue slaine thee, Be not obdurate, open thy deafe yeares. Hadst thou in person nere offended mee, Euen for his sake am I pittilesse. Remember boyes I powrd forth teares in vaine, To saue your brothe from the sacrifice, But fearce Andronicus would not relent, Therefore away with her, and vse her as you will, The worse to her the better lou'd of mee. Oh Tamora be calld a Gentle Queene, And with thine owne hands kill me in this place, For tis not life that I haue begd so long, Poore I was slaine when Bascianus dide. VVhat begst thou then fond woman let me goe? Tis present death I beg, and one thing more, That woman-hood denies my tong to tell, Oh keepe me from there worse than killing lust, And tumble me into some lothsome pit, VVhere neuer mans eye may behold my bodie, Doe this and be a charitable murderer. So should I rob my sweet sonnes of their fee, No let them satisfiee their lust on thee.