Peele, George / Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1594 [Jan 23 (24); poss. written 1590-1592] (Annals) tragedy · Pembroke's Men (?) unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 507 words · other edition — not in the analysis
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O Lord sir, 'tis a deed of policy? Shall she live to betray this guilt of ours: A long tongued 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 Emperor's 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, ye 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. Aaron I see thou wilt not ttust 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 thick-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 Astrea reliquit, 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, haply you may find 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 Mattocke, and with Spade, And pierce the inmost Centre of the earth: Then when you come to Plato'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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O Lord ſir, 'tis a deed of pollicie? Shall ſhe liue to betray this guilt of our's: A long tongu'd babling Goſſip? No Lords no: And now be it knowne to you my full intent. Not farre, one Muliteus my Country-man 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 aduaunc'd, And be receiued for the Emperours heyre, And ſubſtituted in the place of mine, To calme this tempeſt whirling in the Court, And let the Emperour dandle him for his owne. Harke ye Lords, ye ſee I haue giuen her phyſicke, 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 preſently to me. The Midwife and the Nurſe well made away, Then let the Ladies tattle what they pleaſe. Aaron I ſee thou wilt not ttuſt the ayre with ſecrets. For this care of Tamora, Her ſelfe, and hers are highly bound to thee. Now to the Gothes, as ſwift as Swallow flies, There to diſpoſe this treaſure in mine armes, And ſecretly to greete the Empreſſe friends: Come on you thick-lipt-ſlaue, Ile beare you hence, For it is you that puts vs to our ſhifts: Ile make you feed on berries, and on rootes, And feed on curds and whay, and ſucke the Goate, And cabbin in a Caue, and bring you vp To be a warriour, and command a Campe. Come Marcus, come, kinſmen this is the way. Sir Boy let me ſee your Archerie, Looke yee draw home enough, and 'tis there ſtraight: Terras Aſtrea reliquit, be you remembred Marcus. She's gone, ſhe's fled, ſirs take you to your tooles, You Coſens ſhall goe ſound the Ocean: And caſt your nets, haply you may find 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 Platoes Region, I pray you deliuer him this petition, Tell him it is for iuſtice, and for aide, And that it comes from old Andronicus, Shaken with ſorrowes in vngratefull Rome, Ah Rome! Well, well, I made thee miſerable, What time I threw the peoples ſuffrages On him that thus doth tyrannize ore me. 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 kinſmen then we may goe pipe for iuſtice. O Publius is not this a heauie caſe To ſee thy Noble Vnckle thus diſtract? Therefore my Lords it highly vs concernes, By day and night t' attend him carefully: And feede his humour kindely as we may, Till time beget ſome carefull remedie.