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 T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 513 words
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What meanest thou Aron, wherefore didst thou this? O Lord sir, 'tis a deed of policy, Shall she live to betray this gilt of ours? A long tongude babbling Gossip, No Lords, no: And now be it known to you my full intent. Not far, one Muliteus my Countryman His wife but yesternight was brought to bed, His child is like to her, fair as you are: Go pack with him, and give the mother gold, And tell them both, the circumstance of all, And how by this their child shall be advanced, And be received for the emperors Heir, And substituted in the place of mine, To calm this tempest whirling in the Court, And let the Emperor dandle him for his own. Hark ye Lords, you see I have given her Physic, And you must needs bestow her Funeral, The fields are near, and you are gallant Grooms: This done, see that you take no longer days, But send the Midwife presently to me. The Midwife and the Nurse well made away, Then let the Lady's tattle what they please. Aron, I see thou wilt not trust the air with secrets. For this care of Tamora, Herself, and hers, are highly bound to thee. Now to the Goths as swift as swallow flies, There to dispose this treasure in mine arms, And secretly to greet the Empress friends: Come on you thicke-lipt-slave, I'll bear you hence, For it is you that puts us to our shifts: I'll make you feed on berries, and on roots, And feed on curds and whey, and suck the Goat, And cabin in a Cave, and bring you up, To be a warrior and command a Campe. Come Marcus, come, kinsmen this is the way, Sir boy let me see your Archery, Look ye draw home enough and 'tis there strait, Terras Astreáreliquit, be you remembered Marcus, she's gone, she's fled, sirs take you to your tools, You Cousins shall go sound the Ocean, And cast your nets, happily you may catch her in the sea, Yet there's as little justice as at land: No Publius and Sempronius, you must do it, 'tis you must dig with mattock and with spade, And pierce the inmost Centre of the earth, Then when you come to Pluto's Region, I pray you deliver him this petition, Tell him it is for justice and for aid, And that it comes from old Andronicus Shaken with sorrows in ungrateful Rome. Ah Rome, well, well, I made thee miserable, What time I threw the people's suffrages On him that thus doth tyrannize o'er me. Go get you gone, and pray be careful all, And leave you not a man of war unsearched, This wicked Emperor may have shipped her hence, And kinsmen than we may go pipe for justice. O Publius, is not this a heavy case To see thy Noble Uncle thus distract? Therefore my Lords it highly us concerns, By day and night t'attend him carefully: And feed his humour kindly as we may, Till time beget some careful remedy.
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What meanst thou Aron, wherfore didst thou this? O Lord sir, tis a deede of pollicie, Shall shee liue to betraie this gilt of ours? A long tongude babling Gossip, No Lords, no: And now be it knowne to you my full intent. Not farre, one Muliteus my Countriman His wife but yesternight was brought to bed, His childe is like to her, faire as you are: Goe packe with him, and giue the mother gold, And tell them both, the circumstance of all, And how by this their childe shall be a duaunst, And be receiued for the Emperours Heire, And substituted in the place of mine, To calme this tempest whirling in the Court, And let the Lmperour dandle him for his owne. Harke yee Lords, you see I haue giuen her Phisicke, And you must needs bestow her Funerall, The fields are neere, and you are gallant Groomes: This done, see that you take no longer daies, But send the Midwife presentlie to mee. The Midwife and the Nurse well made away, Then let the Ladies tattle what they please. Aron, I see thou wilt not trust the aire with secrets. For this care of Tamora, Her selfe, and hers, are highlie bound to thee. Now to the Gothes as swift as swallow flies, There to dispose this treasure in mine armes, And secretlie to greete the Empresse friends: Come on you thicke-lipt-slaue, Ile beare you hence, For it is you that puts vs to our shifts: Ile make you feede on berries, and on roots, And feede on curds and whay, and sucke the Goate, And cabbin in a Caue, and bring you vp, To be a warriour and commaund a Campe. Come Marcus, come, kinsemen this is the way, Sir boy let me see your Archerie, Looke ee draw home inough and tis there straight, Terras Astreáreliquit, be you remembred Marcus, Shees gone, shees fled, sirs take you to your tooles, You Cosens shall goe sound the Ocean, And cast your nets, happilie you may catch her in the sea, Yet ther's as little iustice as at land: No Publius and Sempronius, you must doe it, Tis you must dig with mattocke and with spade, And pierce the inmost Center of the earth, Then when you come to Plutoes Region, I pray you deliuer him this petition, Tell him it is for iustice and for aide, And that it comes from olde Andronicus Shaken with sorrowes in vngratefull Rome. Ah Rome, well, well, I made thee miserable, VVhat time I threw the peoples suffrages On him that thus doth tyrrannize ore mee. Goe get you gone, and pray be carefull all, And leaue you not a man of warre vnsearcht, This wicked Emperour may haue shipt her hence, And kinsemen then we may goe pipe for iustice. O Publius, is not this a heauie cse To see thy Noble Vnkle thus distract? Therefore my Lords it highly vs concernes, By daie and night t'attend him carefullie: And feede his humour kindly as we may, Till time beget some carefull remedie.