:52:03
Hark, Tamora,
the empress of my soul,
:52:07
which never hopes more heaven
:52:10
than rests in thee...
:52:14
This is the day of doom
for Bassianus.
:52:17
Ha ha!
:52:18
His Philomel must lose
her tongue today.
:52:23
Thy sons make pillage of her chastity
:52:25
and wash their hands
in Bassianus' blood.
:52:34
Seest thou this letter?
:52:36
Take it up, I pray thee,
:52:38
and give the king
this fatal-plotted scroll.
:52:46
Question me no more.
We are espied.
:52:50
Ah, my sweet Moor,
sweeter to me than life!
:52:53
No more, great Empress.
Bassianus comes.
:52:57
Be cross with him,
:52:59
and I'll go fetch thy sons
to back thy quarrels,
:53:02
whatsoe'er they be.
:53:10
Who have we here?
:53:13
Rome's royal empress,
:53:14
unfurnished of her
well-beseeming troop?
:53:17
Or is it Dian, habited like her,
:53:21
who hath abandoned her holy groves
:53:23
to see the general hunting
in this forest?
:53:26
Saucy controller of
our private steps!
:53:29
Had I the power
some say Dian had,
:53:31
thy temples should be
planted presently with horns,
:53:34
as was Actaeon's.
:53:35
And the hounds should drive upon
:53:37
thy new-transformed limbs,
:53:39
unmannerly intruder as thou art!
:53:42
Under your patience,
gentle Empress.
:53:44
'Tis thought you have
a goodly gift in horning
:53:46
and to be doubted
that your Moor and you
:53:49
are singled forth
to try experiments.
:53:52
Jove shield your husband
from his hounds today!
:53:55
'Tis pity they should
take him for a stag.
:53:58
Why are you sequestered
from all your train,