Flourish. Re-enter, at one side, SATURNINUS, | For you, prince Bassianus, I have pass'd attended; TAMORA, CHIRON, DEMETRIUS, My word and promise to the emperor, and AARON: At the other, BASSIANUS, LA- VINIA, and others.
Sat. So, Bassianus, you have play'd your prize :
God give you joy, Sir, of your gallant bride. Bas. And you of your's, my lord, I say no
My true-betrothed love, and now my wife? But let the laws of Rome determine all: Mean while I am possess'd of what is mine.
That you will be more mild and tractable.- And fear not, lords,-and you, Lavinia; By my advice, all humbled on your knees, You shall ask pardon of his majesty.
Luc. We do; and vow to heaven, and to his highness,
That what we did was mildly, as we might, Tend'ring our sister's honour and our own. Mar. That on mine honour here I do protest. Sat. Away, and talk not: trouble us no
Tam. Nay, nay, sweet emperor, we must all be friends:
The tribune and his nephews kneel for grace : I will not be denied. Sweet heart, look back. Sat. Marcus, for thy sake, and thy brother's here,
And at my lovely Tamora's entreats,
Sat. 'Tis good, Sir: You are very short with But, if we live, we'll be as sharp with you. [us; Bas. My lord, what I have done, as best II do remit these young men's heinous faults. Stand up.
Answer I must, and shall do with my life. Only thus much I give your grace to know- By all the duties that I owe to Rome, This noble gentleman, lord Titus bere, Is in opinion, and in honour, wrong'd; That, in the rescue of Lavinia,
With his own hand did slay his youngest son, In zeal to you, and highly mov'd to wrath To be control'd in that he frankly gave: Receive him then te favour, Saturnine; That hath express'd himself, in all his deeds, A father and a friend to thee and Rome.
Tit. Prince Bassianus, leave to plead my deeds;
'Tis thou, and those, that have dishonour'd me; Rome and the righteous heavens be my judge. How I have lov'd and honour'd Saturnine!
Tam. My worthy lord, if ever Tamora Were gracious in those princely eyes of thine, Then hear me speak indifferently for all; And at my suit, sweet, pardon what is past. Sat. What! madam! be dishonour'd openly, And basely put it up without revenge?
Tam. Not so, my lord: The gods of Rome forefend,
I should be author to dishonour you! But, on mine honour, dare I undertake For good lord Titus' innocence in all, Whose fury, not dissembled, speaks his griefs: Then, at my suit, look graciously on him; Lose not so noble a friend on vain suppose, Nor with sour looks afflict his gentle heart.-
My lord, be rul'd by me, be won at last, Dissemble all your griefs and discontents: You are but newly planted in your throne: Lest then the people and patricians too, Upon a just survey, take Titus' part, And so supplant us for ingratitude, (Which Rome reputes to be a heinous sin,) Yield at entreats, and then let me alone: I'll find a day to massacre them all, And raze their faction, and their family, The cruel father, and his traitorous sons, To whom I sued for my dear son's life; And make them know, what 'tis to let a queen Kneel in the streets, and beg for grace in
Come, come, sweet emperor,-come, Andronicus, Take up this good old man, and cheer the heart That dies in tempest of thy angry frown.
Sat. Rise, Titus, rise; my empress hath pre- vail'd.
Tit. I thank your majesty, and her, my lord; These words, these looks, infuse new life in me. Tam. Titus, I am incorporate in Rome, A Roman now adopted happily, And must advise the emperor for his good. This day all quarrels die, Andronicus; And let it be mine honour, good my lord, That I have reconcil'd your friends and you.-
Lavinia, though you left me like a churl, I found a friend; and sure as death I swore, I would not part a bachelor from the priest. Come, if the emperor's court can feast two brides.
You are my guest, Lavinia, and your friends; This day shall be a love-day, Tamora.
Tit. To-morrow, an it please your majesty, To hunt the panther and the hart with me, With horn and hound, we'll give your grace bonjour.
Sat. Be it so, Titus, and gramercy, too.
Hast prisoner held, fetter'd in amorous chains; And faster bound to Aaron's charming eyes, Than is Prometheus tied to Caucasus. Away with slavish weeds, and idle thoughts! I will be bright, and shine in pearl and gold, To wait upon this new-made emperess. To wait, said I? to wanton with this queen, This goddess, this Semiramis ;-this queen, This syren, that will charm Rome's Saturnine, And see his shipwreck, and his commonweal's. Holla! what storm is this?
Enter CHIRON and DEMETRIUS, braving. Dem. Chiron, thy years want wit, thy wit wants
And manners, to intrude where I am grac'd; And may, for ought thou know'st, affected be.
Chi. Demetrius, thou dost o'erween in all; And so in this to bear me down with braves. 'Tis not the difference of a year or two, Makes me less gracious, thee more fortunate: I am as able and as fit as thou,
To serve and to deserve my mistress' grace; + And that my sword upon thee shall approve, And plead my passions for Lavinia's love.
Aar. Clubs, clubs! * these lovers will not keep the peace.
Chi. I'faith, not me. Dem. Nor me,
Dem. Why, boy, although our mother, unad-So I were one.
Gave you a dancing-rapier + by your side, Are you so desperate grown, to threat your friends? Go to have your lath glued within your sheath, Till you know better how to handle it.
Chi. Mean while, Sir, with the little skill I have, Full well shalt thou perceive how much I dare. Dem. Ay, boy, grow ye so brave?
Aar. Why, how now, lords? So near the emperor's palace dare you draw, And maintain such a quarrel openly? Full well I wot‡ the ground of all this grudge; I would not for a million of gold,
The cause were known to them it most concerns: Nor would your noble mother, for much more, Be so dishonour'd in the court of Rome. For shame, put up,
Dem. Not I, till I have sheath'd My rapier in his bosom, and, withal,
Aar. For shame, be friends; and join for that you jar.
'Tis policy and stratagem must do That you affect; and so must you resolve: That what you cannot, as you would, achieve, You must perforce accomplish as you may. Take this of me, Lucrece was not more chaste Than this Lavinia, Bassianus' love. A speedier course than lingering languishment Must we pursue, and I have found the path. My lords, a solemn hunting is in hand; There will the lovely Roman ladies troop: The forest walks are wide and spacious, And many unfrequented plots there are, Fitted by kind for rape and villainy : Single you thither then this dainty doe. And strike her home by force, if not by words: This way, or not at all, stand you in hope. Come, come, our empress, with her sacred + wit, To villainy and vengeance consecrate, Will we acquaint with all that we intend : And she shall file our engines with advice,
Thrust these reproachful speeches down his throat, That he hath breath'd in my dishonour here. Chi. For that I am prepar'd and full re-That will not sufler you to square yourselves,
[tongue, Foul-spoken coward! that thunder'st with thy And with thy weapon nothing dar'st perform. Aar. Away, I say.-
Now by the gods, that warlike Goths adore, This petty brabble will undo us all.-
Why, lords, and think you not how dangerous It is to jut upon a prince's right?
What, is Lavinia then become so loose, Or Bassianus so degenerate,
That for her love such quarrels may be broach'd, Without controlment, justice, or revenge? Young lords, beware!-an should the empress know
This discord's ground, the music would not please. Chi. I care not; I, knew she and all the world; I love Lavinia more than all the world.
Dem. Youngling, learn thou to make some meaner choice:
Lavinia is thine elder brother's hope.
Aar. Why, are ye mad? or know ye not, in Rome.
How furious and impatient they be, And cannot brook competitors in love? I tell you, lords, you do but plot your deaths By this device.
Chi. Aaron, a thousand deaths
Would I propose, to achieve her whom I love. Car. To achieve her!-How?
Dem. Why makest thou it so strange? She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd; She is a woman, therefore may be won; She is Lavinia, therefore must be lov'd. What, man! more water glideth by the mill Than wots the miller of; and easy it is Of a cut loaf to steal a shive, we know: Though Bassianus be the emperor's brother, Better than he have yet worn Vulcan's badge. Car. Ay, and as good as Saturninus may. [Aside. Dem. Then why should he despair, that knows to court it
With words, fair looks and liberality? What, hast thou not full often struck a doe, And borne her cleanly by the keeper's nose? Car. Why then, it seems, some certain snatch,
But to your wishes' height advance you both. The emperor's court is like the house of fame, The palace full of tongues, of eyes, of ears: The woods are ruthless, dreadful, deaf and dull: There speak, and strike, brave boys, and take your turns: [eye, There serve your lust, shadow'd from heaven's And revel in Lavinia's treasury.
Chi. Thy counsel, lad, smells of no cowardice. Dem. Sit jus aut nefas, till I find the stream To cool this heat, a charm to calm these fits, Per Styga, per manes vehor. [Exeunt.
SCENE II-A Forest near Rome.-A Lodge seen at a distance. Horns, and cry of Hounds heard.
Enter TITUS ANDRONICUS, with Hunters, &c. MARCUS, LUCIUS, QUINTUS, and MARTIUS. Tit. The haut is up, the morn is bright and grey, [green: The fields are fragrant, and the woods are Uncoupled here, and let us make a bay, And wake the emperor and his lovely bride, And rouse the prince; and ring a hunter's peal, That all the court may echo with the noise. Sons, let it be your charge, as it is ours, To tend the emperor's person carefully: I have been troubled in my sleep this night, But dawning day new comfort hath inspir'd. Horns wind a Peal. Enter SATURNINUS, TA- MORA, BASSIANUS, LAVINIA, CHIRON, DE- METRIUS, and attendants.
Tit. Many good morrows to your majesty :- Madam, to you as many and as good!-
I promised your grace a hunter's peal.
Sat. And you have rung it lustily, my lords, Somewhat too early for new-married ladies. Bas. Lavinia, how say you?
I have been broad awake two hours and more. Sat. Come on then, horse and chariots let us have,
And to our sport :-Madam, now shall ye see Our Roman hunting. [TO TAMORA.
Mar. I have dogs, my lord, Will rouse the proudest panther in the chase, And climb the highest promontory top.
Tit. And I have horse will follow where the game
Makes way, and run like swallows o'er the plain. Dem. Chiron, we hunt not, we, with horse nor hound,
But hope to pluck a dainty doe to ground.
↑ Sacred here significs accursed: a Latiasov,
SCENE III-A desert Part of the Forest.
Enter AARON, with a Bag of Gold. Aar. He that had wit, would think that I had none,
To bury so much gold under a tree, And never after to inherit it.
Let him that thinks of me so abjectly, Know, that this gold must coin a stratagem ; Which, cummingly effected, will beget A very excellent piece of villany; And so repose, sweet gold, for their unrest, + [Hides the Gold. That have their alms out of the empress' chest.
Tam. My lovely Aaron, wherefore look'st thou sad,
When every thing doth make a gleeful boast? The birds chaunt melody on every bush : The snake lies rolled in the cheerful sun; The green leaves quiver with the cooling wind, And make a chequer'd shadow on the ground: Under their sweet shade, Aaron, let us sit : And whilst the babbling echo mocks the hounds, Replying shrilly to the well-tun'd horns, As if a double hunt were heard at once,- Let us sit down, and mark their yelling noise: And-after conflict, such as was suppos'd The wandering prince of Dido once enjoy'd, When with a happy storm they were surpris'd, And curtain'd with a counsel-keeping cave,- We may, each wreathed in the other's arms, Our pastimes done, possess a golden slumber; Whiles hounds, and horns, and sweet melodious birds,
Be unto us, as is a nurse's song
Of lullaby, to bring her babe asleep.
'Tis thought you have a goodly gift in horning; And to be doubted, that your Moor and you Are singled forth to try experiments : Jove shield your husband from his hounds to-day: 'Tis pity they should take him for a stag.
Bas. Believe me, queen, your swarth Cimme
Doth make your honour of his body's bue, Spotted, detested, and abominable. Why are you sequester'd from all your train ? Dismounted from your snow-white goodly steed, And wander'd hither to an abscure plot, Accompanied with a barbarous Moor, If foul desire had not conducted you?
Lav. And, being intercepted in your sport, Great reason that my noble lord be rated For sauciness.-I pray you, let us heuce, And let her 'joy her raven colour'd love; This valley fits the purpose passing well. Bas. The king, my brother, shall have note of this.
Lav. Ay, for these slips have made him noted long:
Good king! to be so mightily abus'd I Tam. Why have I patience to endure all this?
Enter CHIRON and DEMETRIUS.
Dem. How now, dear sovereign, and our gracious mother,
Why doth your highness look so pale and wan? Tam. Have I not reason, think you, to look
These two have 'tic'd me hither to this place, A barren detested vale, you see, it is: The trees, though summer, yet forlorn and lean, O'ercome with moss, and baleful misletoe. Here never shines the sun; here nothing breeds, Unless the nightly owl, or fatal raven;
Aar. Madam, though Venus govern your de- And, when they show'd me this abhorred pit,
Saturn is dominator over mine:
What signifies, my deadly standing eye, My silence, and iny cloudy melancholy, My fleece of woolly hair that now uncurls, Even as an adder, when she doth unroll To do same fatal execution?
No, madam, these are no venereal signs; Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, Blood and revenge are hammering in my head. Hark, Tamora-the empress of my soul, Which never hopes more heaven than rests thee,-
This is the day of doom for Bassianus: His Philomel must loose her tongue to-day: Thy sons make pillage of her chastity, And wash their hands in Bassianus' blood. Seest thou this letter? Take it up, I pray thee, And give the king this fatal-plotted scroll:- Now question me no more, we are espied; Here comes a parcel of our hopeful booty, Which dreads not yet their lives' destruction. Tam. Ah, my sweet Moor, sweeter to me than life!
Aar. No more, great empress, Bassianus comes: Be cross with him; and I'll go fetch thy sons To back thy quarrels whatsoe'er they be.
Enter BASSIANUS and LAVINIA. Bas. Who have we here? Rome's royal emperess,
Unfurnish'd of her well-beseeming troop? Or is it Dian, habited like her; Who hath abandoned her holy groves, To see the general hunting in this forest? Tum. Saucy controller of our private steps! Had I the power that some say, Dian had, Thy temples should be planted presently With horns, as was Acteon's; and the hounds Should drive upon thy new transformed limbs: Unmannerly intruder as thou art!
Lav. Under your patience, gentle emperess, • Possess. ↑ Disquiet. * Set Ovid's Metamorphoses, Book VI.
They told me, here, at dead time of the night, A thousand fiends, a thousand hissing snakes, Ten thousand swelling toads, as many urchins, Would make such fearful and confused cries, As any mortal body, hearing it,
Should straight fall mad, or else die suddenly. No sooner had they told this hellish tale,
But straight they told me, they would bind me here
Unto the body of a dismal yew;
And leave me to this miserable death. Aud then they call'd me, foul adulteress, Lascivious Goth, and all the bitterest terms That ever ear did hear to such effect. And, had you not by wondrous fortune come, This vengeance on me had they executed: Revenge it, as you love your mother's life, Or be ye not henceforth call'd my children. Dem. This is a witness that I am thy son. [Stabs BASSIANUS. Chi. And this for me, struck home to show my strength.
[Stabbing him likewise, Lav. Ay, come, Semiramis,-nay, barbarous Tamora!
For no name tits thy nature but thy own! Tam. Give me thy poniard; you shall know my boys,
Your mother's hand shall right your mother's wrong.
Dem. Stay, madam, here is more belongs to
Chi. I warrant you, madam; we will make that sure.-
Come, mistress, now perforce we will enjoy That nice-preserved honesty of your's.
Lav. O Tamora! thou bear'st a woman's face,-
Tam. I will not hear her speak away with her.
Lav. Sweet lords, entreat her hear me but a word.
Dem. Listen, fair madam: Let it be your glory
To see her tears but be your heart to them, As unrelenting flint to drops of rain.
Lav. When did the tiger's young ones teach the dam?
Oh! do not learn her wrath; she taught it thee: The milk thou suck'dst from her did turn to marble;
Enter AARON, with QUINTUS and Marrits.
Aar. Come on, my lords; the better foot ke- fore:
Straight will I bring you to the loathsome pit, Where I espy'd the panther fast asleep.
Quin. My sight is very dull, whate'er it bodes. Mart. And mine, I promise you; wer't not for shame,
Well could 1 leave our sport to sleep awhile. [MARTIUS fails into the Pit. Quin. What art thou fallen? What subtle hole is this,
Whose mouth is cover'd with rude-growing briers; Upon whose leaves are drops of new-shed blood, As fresh as morning's dew distill'd on flowers? A very fatal place it seems to me :- Speak, brother, hast thou hurt thee with the fall? Mart. O brother, with the dismallest objéct That ever eye, with sight, made heart lament. Aar. [Aside.] Now will I fetch the king to and them here;
Even at thy teat thou hadst thy tyranny.Yet every mother breeds not sons alike; Do thou entreat her show a woman's pity. [To CHIRON. Chi. What! would'st thou have me prove iny-That he thereby may give a likely guess, self a bastard ? How these were they that made away his brother. [Exit.
Lav. 'Tis true; the raven doth not hatch a lark :
Yet I have heard (oh! could I find it now!) The lion mov'd with pity, did endure
To have his princely paws par'd all away. Some say that ravens foster forlorn children, The whilst their own birds famish in their
Oh! be to me, though thy hard heart say no, Nothing so kind, but something pitiful!
Tam. I know not what it means: away with her.
Lav. Oh! let me teach thee: for my father's sake,
That gave thee life, when well he might have slain thee,
Be not obdurate, open thy deaf ears.
Tam. Had thou iu person ne'er offended me 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
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
That womanhood denies my tongue to tell : Oh! 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 reb my sweet sons of their fee:
No, let them satisfy their lust on thee.
Dem. Away, for thou hast staid 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;
[Dragging off LAVINIA. This is the hole where Aaron bid us bide him. [Exeunt. Tam. Farewell, my sons: see that you make her sure:
Ne'er let my heart know merry cheer indeed, Till all the Andronici be made away.
Now will I hence to seek my lovely Mooi, And let my spleenful sons this trull deflower.
Mart. Why dost not comfort me, and help
Aaron and thou look down into this den, And see a fearful sight of blood and death. Quin. Aaron is goue; and my compassionate heart
Will not permit mine eyes once to behold The thing, whereat it trembles by surmise: Oh! tell me how it is; for ne'er till now Was I a child, to fear I know not what.
Mart. Lord Bassianus lies embrewed here, All on a heap, like to a slaughter'd lamb, In this detested, dark, blood-drinking pit, Quin. If it be dark, how dost thou know 'tis he?
Mart. Upon his bloody finger he doth wear A precious ring, that lightens all the hole, Which, like a taper in some monument, Doth shine upon the dead man's earthy cheeks, And shows the ragged entrails of this pit: So pale did shine the moon on Pyramus, When he by night lay bath'd in maiden blood. O brother, help me with thy fainting hand,- If fear hath made thee faint, as me it hath,-- Out of this fell devouring receptacle, As hateful as Cocytus' misty mouth.
Quin. Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee out;
Or, wanting strength to do thee so much good, I may be pluck'd into the swallowing womb Of this deep pit, poor Bassianus' grave.
I have no strength to pluck thee to the brink. Mart. Nor I no strength to climb without thy help.
Quin. Thy hand once more; I will not loose Till thou art here aloft, or I below: [again, Thou canst not come to me, I come to thee. [Falls in.
Enter SATURNINUS and AARON. Sat. Along with me:-I'll see what hole is here,
And what he is, that now is leap'd into it. Say, who art thou, that lately didst descend Into this gaping hollow of the earth?
Mart. The unhappy son of old Andronicus : Brought thither in a most unlucky hour, To find thy brother Bassianus dead.
Sat. My brother dead? I know thou dost bu jest:
He and his lady both are at the lodge, Upon the north side of this pleasant chase : [Exit.] 'Tis not an hour since I left him there.
Mart. We know not where you left him all alive,
But, out alas! here have we found him dead. Enter TAMORA, with Attendants; TITUS AN- DRONICUS, and Lucius.
Tam. Where is iny lord, the king?
Sat. Here, Tamora; though griev'd with killing grief.
Tam. Where is thy brother Bassianus ?
Sat. Now to the bottom dost thou search my Wound:
Poor Bassianus here lies murdered.
Tam. Then all too late I bring this fatal writ, Giving a Letter. The complot of this timeless tragedy; And wonder greatly, that man's ace can fold In pleasing smiles such murderous tyranny. Sat. [Reads.] An if we miss to meet him handsomely,-
Sweet huntsman, Bassianus 'tis, we mean,— Do thou so much as dig the grave for him; Thou know'st our meaning; Look for thy re- ward
Among the nettles at the elder tree, Which overshades the mouth of that same pit, Where we decreed to bury Bassianus. Do this, and purchase us thy lasting friends. O Tamora! was ever heard the like? This is the pit, and this the elder tree: Look, Sirs, if you can find the huntsman out, That should have murder'd Bassianus here. Aar. My gracious lord, here is the bag of gold. [Showing it. Sat. Two of thy whelps, [To TIT.] fell curs of bloody kind,
Have here bereft my brother of his fe:-- Sirs, drag them from the pit unto the prison; There let them bide, until we have devis'd Some never-heard-of torturing pain for them. Tam. What, are they in this pit? O wondrous thing!
How easily murder is discovered!
Tit. High emperor, upon my feeble knee I beg this boon, with tears not lightly shed, That this fell fault of my accursed sons, Accursed, if the fault be prov'd in them, Sat. If it be prov'd! you see, it is appa-
Who found this letter? Tamora, was it you? Tam. Andronicus himself did take it up. Tit. I did, my lord: yet let me be their bail: For by my father's reverend tomb, I vow, They shall be ready at your highness' will, To answer their suspicion with their lives. Sat. Thou shalt not bail them: see, thou fol- low me. [derers : Some bring the murder'd body, some the mur- Let them not speak a word, the guilt is plain; For, by my soul, were there worse end than death,
That end upon them should be executed.
Tam. Andronicus, I will entreat the king: Fear not thy sous, they shall do well enough. Tit. Come, Lucius, come: stay not to talk with them.
Of her two branches? those sweet ornaments, Whose circling shadows kings have sought to sleep in ;
And might not gain so great a happiness, As half thy love? Why dost not speak to me ?- Alas, a crimson river of warm blood, Like to a bubbling fountain stirr'd with wind, Doth rise and fall between thy rosed lips, Coming and going with thy honey breath. But sure, some Tereus hath deflower'd thee; And, lest thou should'st detect him, cut thy tongue.
Ah! now thou turnest away thy face for shame, And, notwithstanding all this loss of blood,— As from a conduit with three issuing spouts,- Yet do thy cheeks look red as Titan's face, Blushing to be encounter'd with a cloud. Shall I speak for thee? shall I say, 'tis so? Oh! that I knew thy heart; and knew the beast, That I might rail at him to ease my mind! Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopp'd Doth burn the heart to cinders where it is. Fair Philomela, she but lost her tongue, And in a tedious sampler sew'd her mind: But, lovely niece, that mean is cut from thee; A craftier Tereus hast tnon met withal, And he hath cut those pretty fingers off, That could have better sew'd than Philomel. Oh! had the mouster seen those lily hands Tremble, like aspen leaves, upon a lute, And make the silken strings delight to kiss them, He would not then have touch'd them for his life;
Or, had he heard the heavenly harmony, Which that sweet tongue hath made, He would have dropp'd his knife, and fell asleep.
As Cerberus at the Thracian poet's feet. Come, let us go, and make thy father blind: For such a sight will blind a father's eye: One hour's storm will drown the fragrant meads; What will whole months of tears thy father's eyes?
Do not draw back, for we will mourn with thee; Oh! could our mourning ease thy misery! [Exeunt.
SCENE 1.-Rome.-A Street.
Enter SENATORS, TRIBUNES, and Officers of Justice, with MARTIUS and QUINTUS, bound, passing on to the Place of Execution: Ti- TUS going before, pleading.
Tit. Hear me, grave fathers! noble tribunes stay!
For pity of mine age, whose youth was spent In dangerous wars, whilst you securely slept; For all my blood in Rome's great quarrel shed; For all the frosty nights that I have watch'd;
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