Page 2140 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

Spotted, detested, and abominable.
Why are you sequest’red from all your train,
Dismounted from your snow-white goodly steed,
And wandered hither to an obscure plot,
Accompanied but with a barbarous Moor,
if foul desire had not conducted you?

LAVINIA

And, being intercepted in your sport, [80]
Great reason that my noble lord be rated
For sauciness. I pray you, let us hence,
And let her joy her raven-coloured love;
This valley fits the purpose passing well.

BASSIANUS

The king my brother shall have note of this.

LAVINIA

Ay for these slips have made him noted long:
Good king, to be so mightily abused!

T AMORA

Why have I patience to endure all this?

Enter Chiron and Demetrius.

DEMET RIUS

How now, dear sovereign, and our gracious mother,
Why doth your highness look so pale and wan? [90]

T AMORA

Have I not reason, think you, to look pale?
These two have ticed 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 mistletoe.
Here never shines the sun; here nothing breeds,
Unless the nightly owl or fatal raven;
And when they showed me this abhorrèd pit,
They told me, here, at dead time of the night