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Even for his sake am I pitiless.

Remember, boys, I pour'd 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 lov'd of me.

Lav. O Tamora! be call'd a gentle queen,

And with thine own hands kill me in this place;

For 'tis not life that I have begg'd so long;

Poor I was slain when Bassianus died.

Tam. What begg'st thou, then? fond woman, let me go.

Lav. 'Tis present death I beg; and one thing more

That womanhood denies my tongue to tell.

O keep me from their worse than killing lust,

And tumble me into some loathsome pit,

Where never man's eye may behold my body!

Do this, and be a charitable murderer.

Tam. So should I rob my sweet sons of their fee:

No, let them satisfy their lust on thee.

Dem. Away! for thou hast stay'd us here too long.

Lav. No grace! no womanhood! Ah, beastly creature,

The blot and enemy to our general name.

Confusion fall—

Chi. Nay, then I'll stop your mouth. Bring thou her husband:

This is the hole where Aaron bid us hide him.

 172 fond: foolish

173 present: instant

183 blot name: a blot on, and enemy to, the good name of women in general

