Lav. Ay, come, Semiramis, nay, barbarous Tamora,[4209]
For no name fits thy nature but thy own!
Tam. Give me the poniard; you shall know, my boys,[4210] 120
Your mother's hand shall right your mother's wrong.
Dem. Stay, madam; here is more belongs to her;
First thrash the corn, then after burn the straw:
This minion stood upon her chastity,
Upon her nuptial vow, her loyalty, 125
And with that painted hope braves your mightiness:[4211][4212]
And shall she carry this unto her grave?[4212][4213]
Chi. An if she do, I would I were an eunuch.[4214]
Drag hence her husband to some secret hole,
And make his dead trunk pillow to our lust.[4215] 130
Tam. But when ye have the honey ye desire,[4216]
Let not this wasp outlive, us both to sting.[4217]
Chi. I warrant you, madam, we will make that sure.[4218]
Come, mistress, now perforce we will enjoy
That nice-preserved honesty of yours.[4219] 135
Lav. O Tamora! thou bear'st a woman's face—[4220]
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 140
As unrelenting flint to drops of rain.[4221]