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* Mr. Theobald says, This is one of those plays which he always thought, with the betterjudges, ought not to be acknowledged in the list of Shakspeare's genuine pieces. Dr. Johnson observes, That all the editors and critics agree with Mr. Theobald in supposing this play spurious, and that he sees “no reason for differing from them: for the colour of the style is wholly different from that of the other plays, and there is an attempt at regular versification, and artificial closes, not always inelegant, yet seldom pleasing. The barbarity of the spectacles, and the general massacre, which are here exhibited, can scarcely be conceived tolerable to any audience; yet we are told by Jonson, that they were not only borne, but praised.” Mr. Farmer and Mr. Steevens are also of the same
opinion with Dr. Johnson.
A nobler man, a braver warrior,
S C E N E II. Enter a Captain. Capt. Romans, make way; The good AndroPatrón of virtue, Rome's best champion, [nicus, Successful in the battles that he fights, With honour and with fortune is return'd, From where he circumscribed with his sword, And brought to yoke, the enemies of Rome.
Sound drums and trumpets, and then enter Mutius and Marcus; after them, two men bearing a coffin covered with black; then 2uintus and Íucius. After them, Titus Andronicus; and then Tamora, the queen of the Goths, Alarbus, Chiron, and Demetrius, with Aaron the Moor, prisoners; Soldiers, and other Attendants. hey set down the coffin, and Titus speaks.
Tit. Hail! Rome, victoriousinthymourningweeds.
* Jupiter, to whom the Capitol was sacred. '
of unburied people appeared to their friends and relations, to solicit the rites of funeral.
verb is used by other dramatic writers,
Lo, as the bark, that hath discharg'd her fraught,
35| Tam. Stay, Roman brethren, Gracious con
Victorious Titus, rue the tears I shed, A mother's tears in passion for her son: And, if thy sons were ever dear to thee, Q, think my son to be as dear to me. Sufficeth not, that we are brought to Rome, To beautify thy triumphs, and return, Çaptive to thee, and to thy Roman yoke 2 But must my sons be slaughter'd in the streets, For valiant doings in their country's cause: 5|Q 1 if to fight for king and common weal Were piety in thine, it is in these; Andronicus, stain not thy tomb with blood; Wilt thou draw near the nature of the gods? Draw near them then in being merciful: Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge; Thrice-noble Titus, spare my first-born son. Tit. Patient 'yourself, madam, and pardon me. |These are their brethren, whom you Goths behold Alive, and dead; and for their brethren slain, 5|Religiously they ask a sacrifice: To this, your son is mark'd: and die he must, To appease their groaningshadows that are gone. Luc. Away .# him! and make a fire straight; And with our swords, upon a pile of wood, Let's hew his limbs, 'till they be clean consum’d. [Ereunt Mutius, Marcus,2uintus, and Lucius, with Alarbus.
It was supposed by the ancients, that the ghosts * This
Tam. Tam. O cruel, irreligious piety! . . Chi. Was ever Scythia half so barbarous? & Dem. Oppose not Scythia to ambitious Rome. Alarbus goes to rest; and we survive To tremble under Titus' threatening look. Then, madam, stand resolv’d; but hope withal, The self-same gods, thatarm'd the queen of Troy With o of sharp revenge Upon the Thracian tyrant in his tent, }. favour Tamora, the queen of Goths, When Goths were Goths,and Tamora was queen) To quit the bloody wrongs upon her foes. Bnter Mutius, Marcus, 2uintus, and Lucius. Luc. See, lord and father, how we have per- form'd - Our Roman rites: Alarbus' limbs are lopp'd, And entrails feed the sacrificing fire, Whose smoke, like incense, doth perfume thesky. Remaineth nought; but to inter our brethren,
Tit. A better head her glorious body fits, Than his, that shakes for age and feebleness: What! should I don' this robe, and trouble you? Be chose with proclamations to- ay; To-morrow yield up rule, resign my life, And set abroad new business for you all? Rome, I have been thy soldier forty years, And led my country's strength successfully; And burie o valiant sons, Knighted in field, slain manfully in arms, In right and service of their noble country: Give me a staff of honour for mine age, But not a sceptre to controll the world: Upright he held it, lords, that held it last. Marc. Titus, thou shalt obtain and ask the empery. [tell?— Sat. Proud and ambitious tribune, caust thou Tit. Patience, prince Saturninus.Sat. Romans, do me right;
And with loud’larums welcome them to Rome. 20Patricians, draw your swords, and sheath them not
Tit. Let it be so; and let Andronicus Make this his latest farewell to their souls. [Thensoundtrumpets,andlaythe coffins inthetomb. In peace and honour rest you here, my sons; Rome's readiest champions, repose you here, Secure from worldly chances and mishaps! Here lurks no treason, here no envy swells, Here grow no damned grudges; here no storm, No noise, but silence and eternal sleep: Enter Lavinia. In peace and honour rest you here, my sons! Lav. In peace and honour live lord Titus long; My noble lord and father, live in fame ! Lo! at this tomb my tributary tears I render, for my brethren's obsequies; And at thy feet I kneel, with tears of joy Shed on i. earth, for thy return to Rome: . O, bless me here with thy victorious hand, Whose fortune Rome's best citizens applaud. Tit. Kind Rome, thathast thus lovingly reserv'd 40 The cordial of mine age, to glad my heart!— Lavinia, live; out-live thy father's days, And fame's eternal date, for virtue's praise ! Marc. Longlive lord Titus, my beloved brother, Gracious triumpher in the eyes of Rome! Tit. Thanks, gentle tribune, noble brother Marcus. [wars, Marc. And welcome, nephews, from successful You that survive, and you that sleep in fame. Fair lords, your fortunes are alike in all, That in your country's service drew your swords: But safer triumph is this funeral pomp, That hath aspir'd to Solon's happiness, And triumphs over chance, in honour's bed.— Titus Andronicus, the people of Rome, Whose friend in justice thou hast ever been, Send thee by me, their tribune, and their trust, This palliament of white and spotless hue ; And name thee in election for the empire, With these our late deceased emperor's sons: Be candidatus then, and put it on, And help to set a head on headless Rome.
"Till Saturninus be Rome's emperor:-
Marc. With voices and applause of every sort, Patricians, and plebeians, we create Lord Saturninus, Rome's great emperor; And say,+Long live our §. Saturnine." [A long flourish till they come down. Sat. Titus Andronicus, for thy favours done To us in our election this day, I give thee thanks in part of §§ deserts, And will with deeds requite thy gentleness;" And, for an onset, Titus, to advance Thy name and honourable family,
|Lavinia will I make my emperess,
Rome's royal mistress, mistress of my heart,
robe, put it on. - And
And here, in sight of Rome, to Saturnine,—
My sons would never so dishcnour me:
Though chance of war hath wrought this change 20A valiant son-in-law then shalt enjoy;
Thou com'st not to be made a scorn in Rome:
Lac. Not I, my lord; sith true nobility.
One fit to bandy with thy lawless sons,
us go : * Ransomless here we set our prisoners free: Proclaim our honours,lords, withtrump and drum. Bas. Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is ... ... mine. . . . [Seizing Lavinia. 3% Tit. How, sir? Are you in earnest then, my lord? Bas. Ay, noble Titus; and resolv’d withal, To do myself this reason and this right.
Marc. Suum cuique is our Roman justice: This prince in justice seizeth but his own. Lac. And that he will, and shall, if Lucius live. Tit. Traitors, avaunt! Where is the emperor's guard 2 - Treason, my lord; Lavinia is surpriz'd. Sat. Surpriz'd by whom 3 Bas. By him that justly may . Bear his betroth'd from all the world away. [Erit Bassianus with Lavinia. 30 Mut. Brothers, help to convey her hence away, And with my sword Pll keep this door safe. Tit. Follow, my lord, and I'll soon bring her back. Mut. My lord, you pass not here. - J Tit. What villain boy, - Barr'st me my way in Rome? [Titus kills Mutius. Mut. Help, Lucius, help! Luc. My lord, you are unjust, and more than so; In wrongful quarrel you have slain your son. 60 Tit. Northou, nor he, are any sons of mine;
Speak, queen of Goths, dost thou applaud my choice 2 And here I swear by all the Romans gods,Sith priest and holy water are so near, . And tapers burn,so bright, and every thing in readiness for Hymeneus stands,I will not re-salute the streets of Rome, Or climb my palace, ’till from forth this place I lead espous'd my bride along with me. Tam. And here, in sight of heaven to Rome ! swear, of Saturnine advance the queen of Goths, She will a handmaid be to his desires, A loving nurse, a mother to his youth. Sat. Ascend, fair queen, Pantheon: Lords, accompany Your noble emperor, and his lovely bride, Sent by the heavens for prince Saturhine, Whose wisdom hath her fortune conquered: There shall we consummate our spousal rites. - [Ereunit. Manet Titus Andronicus. Tit. I am not bid to wait upon this bride;— Titus, when wert thou wont to walk alone, Dishonour'd thus, and challenged of wrongs? Enter Marcus Andronicus, ius, 2uintus, and Marcus. Marc. O, Titus, see, O see, what thou hast done ! - *In a bad quarrel, slain a virtuous son. Tit. No, foolish tribune, no; no son of mine,—
! Spoken of Lavinia.--Piece was then, as it is now, used personally as a word of contempt.
* A Ruffler was a kind of cheating bully; and is so
called in a statute made for the punishment of
vagabonds in the 27th year of K, Henry VIII. Hence, probably, this sense of the verb, to ruffe.