Page images

High-witted Tamora to gloze* with all:

Sat. But he will not entreat his son for us.

[Aside. Tam. If Tamora entreat him, then he will: But, Titus, I have touch'd thee to the quick, For I can smooth, and fill his aged ear Thy life-blood out: if Aaron now be wise, With golden promises; that were his heart Then is all safe, the anchor's in the port.-- Almost impregnable, his old ears deaf, Enter Clown.

Yet should both ear and heart obey my

tongue.How now, good fellow? would'st thou speak Go thou before, be our ambassador; with us?

[To Æmilius. Clo. Yes, forsooth, an your mistership be im- Say, that the emperor requests a parley perial.

Of warlike Lucius, and appoint the meeting, Tam. Empress I am, but yonder sits the em- Even at his father's house, the old Andronicus. peror.

Sat. Æmilius, do this message honourably: Clo. 'Tis he. God, and saint Stephen, give And if he stand on hostage for his safety, you good den :- I have brought you a letter, Bid him demand what pledge will please him and a couple of pigeons here.

best. (SATURNINUS reads the Letter.

Æmil. Your bidding shall I do effectually. Sat. Go, take him away, and hang him pre

[Exit Æmilius. sently.

Tum. Now will I to that old Andronicus ; Clo. How much money must I have ? And temper him, with all the art I have, Tam. Come, Sirrah, you must be hang'd. Clo. Hang'd! By’r lady, then I have brought And now, sweet emperor, be blithe again,

To pluck proud Lucius from the warlike Goths. up a neck to a fair end. [Exit, guarded. And bury all thy fear in my devices.

Sat. Despiteful and intolerable wrongs ! Shall I endure this monstrous villany?

Sat. Then go successfully, and plead to him.

[Exeunt. I know from whence this same device proceeds; May this be borne?-as if his traitorous sons,

That died by law for murder of our brother,
Have by my means been butcher'd wrong-

SCENE 1.Plains neur Rome.

Enter Lucius, and Goths, with Drum and Go, drag the villain hither by the hair;

Nor age, nor honour, shall shape privilege :-
For this proud mock, I'll be thy slaughter-

Luc. Approved warriors, and my faithful man;


friends, Sly frantic wretch, that holp'st to make me

I have received letters from great Rome, In hope thyself should govern Rome and me.

Which signify, what hate they bear their em

peror, Enter ÆMILIUS.

And how desirous of our sight they are. [ness, What news with thee, Æmilius?

Therefore, great lords, be, as your titles witÆmil. Arm, arm, my lords; Rome never had And, wherein Rome hath done you any scath, *

Imperious, and impatient of your wrongs; more cause!

(power Let him make treble satisfaction. The Goths have gather'd head; and with a

1 Goth. Brave slip, sprung from the great Of high-resolved men, bent to the spoil, They hither march amain, under the conduct



Whose name was once our terror, now our Of Lucius, son to old Andronicus; Who threats, in course of this revenge, to do

Whose high exploits, and honourable deeds, As much as ever Coriolanus did.

Ingrateful Rome requites with foul contempt, Sat. Is warlike Lucius general of the Goths? Be bold in, us: we'll follow where thou

lead'st,These tidings nip me; and I hang the head As flowers with frost, or grass beat down with Led by their master to the flower'd fields,

Like stinging bees in hottest summer's day, storms.

And be aveng'd on cursed Tamora. Ay, now begin our sorrows to approach:

Goths. And, as he saith, so say we all with 'Tis he the common people love so much;

bim. Myself hath often over-heard them say, (When I have walked like a private man,)

Luc. I humbly thank him, and I thank you

all. That Lucius' banishment was wrongfully, And they have wish'd that Lucius were their But who comes here, led by a lusty Goth? emperor.

Enter a Goth, leading AARON, with his Child Tum. Why should you fear? is not your city

in his Arms. strong? Sat. Ay, but the citizens favour Lucius;

2 Goth. Renowned Lucius, from your troops And will revolt from me, to succour him.

I stray'd, Tum. King, be thy thoughts imperious,t like To gaze upon a ruinous monastery ; thy name.

And as I earnestly did fix mine eye Is the sun dimm’d, that gnats do fly in it?

Upon the wasted building, suddenly The eagle suffers little birds to sing,

I heard a child cry underneath a wall : And is not careful what they mean thereby;

I made unto the noise; when soon I heard Knowing that with the shadow of his wings,

The crying babe controll’d with this discourse : He can at pleasure stint; their melody:

Peace, tawny sluve; half me, and half thy dam! Even so may'st thou the giddy men of Rome.

Did not thy hue bewray whose brat thou art, Then cheer thy spirit: for know thou, emperor, | Villain, thou might'st have been an emperor:

Hud nature lent thee but thy mother's look, I will enchant the old Andronicus, Than baits to fish, or honey-stalks to sheep; With words more sweet, and yet more danger. But where the bull and cow are both milk-white,

They never do beget a coal-black calf. When as the one is wounded with the bait,

Peace, villain, peace !--even thus he rates the The other rotted with delicious feed.

babe, + Imperial. Stop.

* Flatter.

* Harm.


For I must bear thee to u trusty Goth;

To that which thou shalt hear of me anon. Who, when he knows thou art the empress' babe, 'Twas her two sons that murder's Bassianus : Will hold thee dearly for thy mother's sake. They cut thy sister's tongue, and ravish'd her, With this my weapon drawn, I rush'd upon And cut her hands; and trimm'd her as thou him,


saw'st. Surpris'd him suddenly; and brought hiin Luc. O, détestable villain! call'st thou that To use as you think needful of the man.

trimming ? Luc. O worthy Goth! this is the incarnate Aar. Why, she was wash'd, and cut, and devil,

trimm'd; and 'twas That robb’d Andronicus of his good hand: Trim sport for them that had the doing of it. This is the pearl that pleas'd your empress' Luc. O barbarous, beastly villains, like thy. eye;

self! And here's the base fruit of his burning lust.- Aar. Indeed, I was their tutor to instruct Say, wall-ey'd slave, whither would'st thou

them ; convey

That codding spirit had they from their mother, This growing image of thy fiend-like face? As sure a card as ever won the set: Why dost not speak? What! deaf? No; not a That bloody mind, I think, they learn'd of me, word?

As true a dog as ever fought at head.A halter, soldiers; hang him on this tree,

Well, let my deeds be witness of my worth. And by his side his fruit of bastardy.

I train'd thy brethren to that guiletul hole, Aur. Touch not the boy, he is of royal blood. Where the dead corpse of Bassianus lay: Luc. Too like the sire for ever being good. I wrote the letter that thy father found, First, hang the child, that he may see it sprawl; And hid the gold within the letter mention'd, A sight to vex the father's soul withal. Confederate with the queen, and her two sons; Get me a ladder.

And what not done, that thou hast cause to [A Ladder brought, which Aaron is

rue, obliged to ascend.

Wherein I had no stroke of mischief in it? Aar. Lucius, save the child;

play'd the cheater for thy father's hand; And bear it from me to the emperess.

And, when I had it, drew myself apart, If thou do this, I'll show thee wondrous things, And almost broke my heart with extreme That highly may advantage thee to hear:

laughter. If thou wilt not, befall what may befall, I pry'd me through the crevice of a wall, I'll speak no more; But vengeance rot you all! When, for his hand, he had his two sons' Luc. Say on; and, if it please me which thou speak’st,

Beheld his tears, and laugh'd so heartily, Thy child shall live, and I will see it nourish’d. That both mine eyes were rainy like to his; Aar. An if it please thee? why, assure thee, And when I told the empress of this sport, Lucius,

She swounded almost at my pleasing tale, "Twill vex thy soul to hear what I shall speak; And, for my tidings, gave me twenty kisses. For I must talk of murders, rapes, and mas

Goth. What! canst thou say all this, and sacres,

never blush? Acts of black night, abominable deeds,

Aar. Ay, like a black dog, as the saying is. Complots of mischief, treason ; villanies Luc. Art thou not sorry for these beinous Ruthful to hear, yet piteously perform’d:

deeds? And this shall all be buried by my death, Aar. Ay, that I had not done a thousand Unless thou swear to me, my child shall live. Luc Tell on thy mind; I say, thy child Even now I curse the day, (and yet, I think, shall live.

Few come within the compass of my curse,) Aar. Swear, that he shall, and then I will Wherein I did not some notorious ill: begin.

As kill a man, or else devise his death; Luc. Who should I swear by ? thou believ'st Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it; no god;

Accuse some innocent, and forswear myself; That granted, how canst thou believe an oath? Set deadly enmity between two friends;

Aar. What if I do not? as indeed, I do not: Make poor men's cattle break their necks; Yet--for I know thou art religious, (science, Set fire on barns and hay-stacks in the night, And hast a thing within thee, called con- | And bid the owners quench them with their With twenty popish tricks and ceremonies,


(graves, Which I have seen thee careful to observe, - Oft have I digg'd up dead men from their Therefore I urge thy oath;-For that, I know, And set them upright at their dear friends' An idiot holds his bauble for a god, (swears;

doors, And keeps the oath, which by that god he Even when their sorrows almost were forgot; To that I'll urge him:—Therefore, thou shalt And on their skins, as on the bark of trees,

Have with my knife carved in Roman letters, By that same god, what god soe'er it be, Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead. That thou ador'st and bast in reverence,

Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful things, To save my boy, to nourish, and bring him up; As willingly as one would kill a fly; Or else I will discover nought to thee. And nothing grieves me heartily indeed, Luc. Even by my god, I swear to thee, I But that I cannot do ten thousand more. will.

Luc. Bring down the devil; for he must Aar. First, know thou, I begot him on the

not die

So sweet a death, as hanging presently.
Luc. O most insatiate, luxurious woman! Aar. If there be devils, 'would I were a devil,
Aar. Tut, Lucius ! this was but a deed of To live and burn in everlasting fire;

So I might have your company in hell,

But to torment you with my bitter tongue ! Alluding to the proverb, “ A black man is a pearl in

Luc. Sirs, stop his mouth, and let him speak fair woman's eye."



no more.

come me.


[ocr errors]

Enter a Goth.

Tam. I am; therefore come down, and wel. Goth. My lord, there is a messenger from Rome,

Tit. Do me some service, ere I come to thec. Desires to be admitted to your presence.

Lo, by thy side where Rape, and Murder, Luc. Let hím come near.


Now give some 'surance that thou art Revenge, Enter ÆMILIUS.

Stab them, or tear them on thy chariot wheels; Welcome, Æmilius, what's the news from And whirl along with thee about the globes.

And then I'll come, and be thy waggoner, Rome? Æmil. Lord Lucius, and you princes of the To hale thy vengeful waggon swift away,

Provide thee proper palfries, black as jet, Goths,

And find out murderers in their guilty caves : The Roman emperor greets you all by me:

And, when thy car is loaden with their heads, And, for he understands you are in arms,

I will dismount, and by the waggon wheel He craves a parley at your father's house,

Trot, like a servile footman, all day long; Willing you to demand your hostages,

Even from Hyperion's rising in the east, And they shall be immediately deliver'd.

Until his very downfal in the sea. 1 Goth. What says our general?

And day by day I'll do this heavy task, Luc. Æmilius, let the emperor give his So thou destroy Rapine and Murder there. pledges

Tum. These are my ministers, and come with Unto my father and my uncle Marcus, And we will come.--March away. (Exeunt.

Tit. Are they thy ministers? what are they

call'd? SCENE II.- Rome. Before Titus' House.

Tum. Rapine, and Murder; therefore called Enter TAMORA, CHIRON, and DEMETRIUS,

[men. disguised.

'Cause they take vengeance of such kind of Tam. Thus, in this strange and sad habili.

Tit. Good lord, how like the empress' sons I will encounter with Andronicus; [ment,

they are! And say, I am Revenge, come from below, And you the empress ! But we worldly men To join with him, and right his heinous wrongs. O sweet Revenge, now do I come to thee:

Have miserable, mad, mistaking eyes. Knock at his study, where, they say, he keeps, And, if one arm's embracement will content To ruminate strange plots of dire revenge; Tell him, Revenge is come to join with him,

I will embrace thee in it by and by, (thee, And work confusion on his enemies.

[Exit Titus, from abore. [They knock. Tam. This closing with him fits his lunacy:

Whate'er I forge, to feed his brain-sick fits, Enter Titus, above.

Do you uphold and maintain in your speeches. Tit. Who doth molest my contemplation?

For now he firmly takes me for Revenge ; Is it your trick to make me ope the door;

And, being credulous in this mad thought, That so my sad decrees may fly away,

I'll make him send for Lucius, his son; And all my study be to no effect ?

And, whilst I at a banquet hold him sure, You are deceiv'd: for what I mean to do,

I'll find some cunning practice out of hand, See here, in bloody lines I have set down;

To scatter and disperse the giddy Goths, And what is written shall be executed.

Or, at the least, make them his enemies. Tum. Titus, I am come to talk with thee.

See, here he comes, and I must ply my theme. Tit. No; not a word: How can I grace my

Enter Titus. Wanting a hand to give it action? (talk, Thou hast the odds of me, therefore no more. Tit. Long have I been forlorn, and all for Tam. If thou didst koow me, thou would'st

thee: talk with me.

Welcome, dread fury, to my woful house;Tit. I am not mad; I know thee well Rapine, and Murder, you are welcome too :enough:


How like the empress and her sons you are ! Witness this wretched stump, these crimson Well are you fitted, had you but a Moor:Witness these trenches, made by grief and Could not all hell afford you such a devil ?— care;

For, well I wot, the empress never wags, Witness the tiring day, and heavy night; But in her company there is a Moor; Witness all sorrow, that I know thee well And, would you represent our queen aright, For our proud empress, mighty Tamora : It were convenient you had such a devil: Is not thy coming for my other hand?

But welcome, as you are.

What shall we do? Tam. Know thou, sad man, I am not Ta

Tam. What would'st thou have us do, AnShe is thy enemy, and I thy friend : (mora;

dronicus ? I am Revenge; sent from the infernal kingdom, Dem. Show me a murderer, I'll deal with To ease the knawing vulture of thy mind,

him. By working wreakful vengeance on thy foes. Chi. Show me a villain, that bath done a Come down, and welcome me to this world's And I am sent to be reveng'd on him., (rape. light;

Tam. Show me a thousand, that hath done Confer with me of murder and of death:

thee wrong, There's not a hollow cave, or lurking-place, And I will be revenged on them all. No vast obscurity, or misty vale,

Tit. Look round about the wicked streets of Where bloody murder, or detested rape,

Can couch för fear, but I will find them out; And when thou find'st a man that's like thyself,
And in their ears tell them my dreadful name, Good Murder, stab him; he's a murderer.-
Revenge, which makes the foul offender quake. Go thou with him; and when it is thy hap,

Tit. Art thou Revenge? and art thou sent To find another that is like to thce,
To be a torment to mine enemies? to me, Good Rapine, stab him; he is a ravisher.-

Go thou with them; and in the emperor's court Pernaps this is a stage direction, crept into the text. There is a queen, attended by a Moor;


Well may'st thou know her by thy own pro- | And stop their mouths, if they begin to cry. portion,

[Erit Titus.-Publius, 8c. lay hold on For up and down she doth resemble thee;

CHRON and DEMETRIUS. I pray thee, do on them some violent death, Chi. Villains, forbear: we are the empress' They have been violent to me and mine. Tam. Well hast thou lesson'd us; this shall Pub. And therefore do we what we are comwe do.


(word: But would it please thee, good Andronicus, Stop close their mouths, let them not speak a To send for Lucius, thy thrice valiant son, Is he sure bound? look, that you bind them Who leads towards Rome a band of warlike

fast. Goths,

Re-enter Titus ANDRONICUS, with LAVINJA; And bid him come and banquet at thy house:

she bearing a Basin, and he u Knife. When he is here, even at thy solemn feast, I will bring in the empress and her sons,

Tit. Come, come, Lavinia; look, thy foes are The emperor himself, and all thy foes;

bound ;

(me; And at thy mercy shall they stoop and kneel, Sirs, stop their mouths, let them not speak to And on them shalt thou ease thy angry heart. But let them hear what fearful words I utter.What says Andronicus to this device?

O villains, Chiron and Demetrius! Tit. Marcus, my brother !-'tis sad Titus Here stands the spring whom you have stain'd calls.

with mud;

This goodly summer with your winter mir’d. Enter MARCUS.

You kill'd her husband; and, for that vile fault,

Two of her brothers were condemn'd to death: Go, gentle Marcus, to thy nephew Lucius; Thou shalt inquire him out among the Goths; Both her sweet' hands, her tongue, and that,

My hand cut off, and made a merry jest: Bid him repair to me, and bring with him

more dear Some of the chiefest princes of the Goths : Bid him encamp his soldiers where they are:

Than hands or tongue, ber spotless chastity, Tell him, the emperor and the empress too

Inhuman traitors, you constrain'd and fore'd. Feast at my house: and he shall feast with Villains, for shame you could not beg for grace.

What would you say, if I should let you speak? them. This do thou for my love; and so let him,

Hark, wretches, how I mean to martyr you.

This one hand yet is left to cut your throats; As he regards his aged father's life. Mar. This will I do, and soon return again. Whilst that Lavinia 'tween her stumps doth Tam. Now will I hence about thy business, You know, your mother means to feast with me,

[Exit. The basin, that receives your guilty blood. And take my ministers along with me. Tit. Nay, nay, let Rape and Murder stay

And calls herself, Revenge, and thinks me

mad, Or else I'll call my brother back again,

Hark, villains; I will grind your bones to dust, And cleave to no revenge but Lucius.

And with your blood and it, I'll make a paste; Tam. What say you, boys ? will you abide And of the paste a coffin* I'will rear, with him,

And make two pasties of your shameful heads; Whiles I go tell my lord the emperor,

And bid that strumpet, your unhallow'd dam, How I have govern'd our determin'd jest?

Like to the earth, swallow her own increase. Yield to his humour, smooth and speak him This is the feast that I have bid her to, fair,


And this the banquet she shall surfeit on; And tarry with him, till I come again.

For worse than Philomel you us'd my daughter, Tit. I know them all, though they suppose And now prepare your throats, -Lavinia,

And worse than Progne I will be reveng'd: me mad; And will o'er-reach them in their own devices, Receive the blood : and, when that they are


(He cuts their Throats. A pair of cursed hell-hounds, and their dam.


dead, Dem. Madam, depart at pleasure, leave us And with this hateful liquor temper it;

Let me go grind their bones to powder small, here. Tam. Farewell, Andronicus: Revenge now

And in that paste let their vile heads bé bak'd. To lay a complot to betray thy foes.

Come, come, be every one officious (prove [goes To make this banquet; which I wish may

[Exit TAMORA. Tit. I know thou dost; and, sweet Revenge, More stern and bloody than the Centaur's

feast. farewell. Chi. Tell us, old man, how shall we be em- And see them ready'gainst their mother comes.

So, dow bring them in, for I will play the cook, ploy'd? Tit. Tút, I have work enough for you to do.

[Ereunt, bearing the dead Bodies. Publius, come hither, Caius, and Valentine!

SCENE III. The same.-A Pavilion, with Enter Publius, and others.

Tables, fc.

Enter Lucius, MARCUS, and Goths, with Pub. What's your will ?

AARON, Prisoner.
Tit. Know you these two?
Pub. Th’empress' sons,

Luc. Uncle Marcus, since 'tis my father's I take them, Chiron and Demetrius.

That I repair to Rome, I am content. [mind, Tit. Fie, Publius, fie! thou art too much de

1 Goth. And ours, with thine, befall what

fortune will. The one is Murder, Rape is the other's name:

Luc. Good uncle, take you in this barbarous And therefore bind them, gentle Publius;

Moor, Caius, and Valentine, lay hands on them:

This ravenous tiger, this accursed devil; Oft have you heard me wish for such an hour, Let him receive no sustenance, fetter him, And now I find it; therefore bind them sure;

* Crust of a raised pye.

with me;


that pye;

Till he be brought unto the empress' face, Tam. Why hast thou slain thine only daughFor testimony of her foul proceedings:

ter thus? And see the ambush of our friends be strong: Tit. Not I; 'twas Chiron, and Demetrius : I fear, the emperor means no good to us. They ravish'd her, and cut away ber longue,

Aar. Some devil whisper curses in mine ear, And they, 'twas they, that did her all this And prompt me, that my tongue may utter

wrong: forth

Sat. Go, fetch them hither to us presently. The venomous malice of my swelling heart! Tit. Why, there they are both, baked in Luc. Away, inhuman dog! unhallow'd slave!

Whereof their mother daintily hath fed, Sirs, help our uncle to convey him in.- Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred.

[Exeunt Goths, with AARON. Flourish. 'Tis true, 'tis true ; witness my knife's sharp The trumpets show, the emperor is at hand.


(Killing T'AMORA.

Sat. Die, frantic wretch, for this accursed Enter SATURNINUS and TAMORA, with Tribunes,


[Killing TITUS. Senators, and others.

Luc. Can the son's eye behold his father Sat. What, hath the firmament more suns There's meed for meed, death for a deadly


[deed. than one? Luc. What boots* it thee, to call thyself a

[Kills SATURNINUS. A great Tumult. The sun?

People in confusion disperse. Marcus, Mar. Rome's emperor, and nephew, breakt

LUCIUS, and their Partisans ascend the the parle;

Steps before Titus' House. These quarrels must be quietly debated.

Mar. You sad-fac'd men, people and sons of The feast is ready, which the careful Titus

Rome, Hath ordain'd to an honourable end, [Rome: Scatter'd by winds and high tempestuous gusts,

By uproar sever'd, like a flight of fowl For peace, for love, for league, and good to 0, let me teach you how to kpit again Please you, therefore, draw nigh, and take this scatter'd corn into one mutual sheaf,

your places. Sat. Marcus, we will.

These broken limbs again into one body.

Sen. Lest Rome herself be bane unto her[Hautboys sound. The Company sit down at Table.


And she, whom mighty kingdoms court'sy to, Enter Titus, dressed like a Cook, LAVINIA, Like a forlorn and desperate cast-away,

reiled, young Lucius, and others. Titus places Do shameful execution on herself. the Dishes on the Table.

But if my frosty signs and chaps of age, Tit. Welcome, my gracious lord: welcome, Cannot induce you to attend my words,

dread queen; Welcome, ye warlike Goths; welcome, Lucius;

Speak, Rome's dear friend; [TO Lucius.) as And welcome, all: although the cheer be poor, When with his solemn tongue he did discourse,

erst our ancestor,
'Twill fill your stomachs; please you eat of it. To love-sick Dido's sad attending ear,

Sat. Why art thou thus attir’d, Andronicus? The story of that baleful burning night,
Tit. Because I would be sure to have all When subtle Greeks surpris'd king Priam's

well, To entertain your highness, and your empress. Tell us, what'sinon hath bewitch'd our ears,

Tum. We are beholden to you, good An. Or who hath brought the fatal engine in,

dronicus. Tit. An if your highness knew my heart, That gives our froy, our Rome, the civil

wound. you were. My lord the emperor, resolve me this;

My heart is not compact of flint, nor steel; Was it well done of rash Virginius,

Nor can I utter all our bitter grief, To slay his daughter with his own right hand, And break my very utterance;

even i’the time

But floods of tears will drown my oratory, Because she was enforc'd, stain'd, and deflower'd ?

When it should move you to attend me most, Sat. It was, Andronicus.

Lending your kind commiseration : Tit. Your reason, mighty lord !

Here is a captain, let him tell the tale; Sat. Because the girl should not survive her Your hearts will throb and weep to hear him shame,

speak. And by her presence still renew his sorrows.

Luc. Then, noble auditory, be it known to Tit. A reason mighty, strong, and effectual; Were they that murdered our emperor's bro

That cursed Chiron and Demetrius (you, A pattern, precedent, and lively warrant, For me, most wretched to perform the like :Die, die, Lavinia, and thy shame with thee;

And they it were that ravished our sister:

For their fell faults our brothers were be

(He kills Lavinía. And, with thy shame, thy father's sorrow die! Our father's tears despis’d; and basely cozen'd

headed; Sał. What hast thou done, unnatural, and of that true hand, that fought Rome's quarrel unkind ?

[out, Tit. Killd her, for whom my tears have And sent her enemies unto the grave. made me blind.

Lastly, myself unkindly banished, (out, I am as woful as Virginius was: [he

The gates shut on me, and turn'd weeping And have a thousand times more cause than

To beg relief among Rome's enemies; To do this outrage; and it is now done.

Who drown'd their enmity in my true tears, Sat. What, was she ravished ? tell, who did And op'd their arms to embrace me as a friend : the deed.

And I am the turn'd-forth, be it known to you, Tit. Will’t please you eat? will’t please your And from her bosom took the enemy's point,

That have preserv'd her welfare in my blood; highness feed?

Sheathing the steel in my advent'rous body. * Advantage, benefit. t1.e. Begin the parley, Alas! you know, I am no vaunter, I;


« PreviousContinue »