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SATURNINUS, Son to the late Emperor of Rome, and

afterwards declar d Emperor bimself. BASSIANUS, Brother to Saturninus, in love with Lavinia. Titus ANDRONICUS, a Noble Roman, General against

the Goths. Marcus ANDRONICUS, Tribune of the People, and

Brother to Titus,

Sons to Titus Andronicus.
Young LUCIUS, a Boy, Son to Lucius.
PUBLIUS, Son to Marcus Andronicus the Tribune:

Sons to Tamora.
AARON, a Moor, belov'd by Tamora.
ÆMILIUS, a Roman.

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TAMORA, Queen of the Goths, and afterwards married

to Saturninus. LAVINIA, Daughter to Titus Andronicus, A Nurse with a black-a-moor Child.

Senators, Judges, Officers, Soldiers, and other Attendants.

SCENE Rome, and the Country near it.




ROM E. Enter the Tribunes and Senators aloft, as in the Senate,

Enter Saturninus and bis followers at one door, and Bas

fianus and bis followers at the other, with drum and colours, Sar.

OBLE Patricians, patrons of my right,
Defend the justice of my cause with arms:

And countrymen my loving followers,
Plead my successive title with your swords.
I am the first-born son of him that last
Wore the imperial diadem of Rome :
Then let my father's honours live in me,
Nor wrong mine age with this indignity,

Bas. Remans, friends, foll'weis, favourers of my right;
If ever Baffianus, Cæfar's fon,
Were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome,
Keep then this passage to the Capitol ;
And suffer not dishonour to approach
Th' imperial seat, to virtue consecrate,
To justice, continence, and nobility:
• This is one of the Plays which ought not to be laok'd

upon to be of Shakespear's compolition. By giving it the credit of a few of his lines inserted here and there he got tlic di credit of writing the whole.


But let desert in pure election shine;
And, Romans, fight for freedom in your choice.

Enter Marcus Andronicus aloft with the crown,
Mar. Princes, that ftrive by factions and by friends,
Ambitiously for rule and empery!
Know that the people of Rome, for whom we stand
A special party, have by common voice,
In free election for the Roman empery,
Chosen Andronicus, sur-named Pius,
For many good and great deserts to Rome,
A nobler man, a braver warrior,
Lives not this day within our city walls.
He by the Senate is accited home,
From weary wars against the barb'rous Gotts,
That with his fons (a terror to our foes),
Hath yoak’d a nation strong, train’d up in arms,
Ten years are spent since first he undertook
This cause of Rome, and chastised with arms
Our enemies pride. Five times he hath return'd
Bleeding to Rome, bearing his valiant fons
In coffins from the field.
And now at laft, laden with honour's spoils,
Returns the good Andronicus to Rome,
Renowned Titus, flourishing in arms.
Let us intreat, by honour of his name,
Whom (worthily) you would have now succeed,
And in the Capitol and Senate's right,
Whom you pretend to honour and adore,

That you withdraw you, and abate your strength; Dismiss your followers, and as suitors should, Plead your deserts in peace and humbleness.

Sat. How fair the Tribune speaks, to calm my thoughts !

Baf. Marcus Andronicus, fo I do affie
In thy uprightness and integrity,
And so I love and honour thee and thine,
Thy noble brother Titus, and his sons,
And her to whom our thoughts are humbled all,
Gracious Lavinia, Rome's rich Ornament,
That I will here dismiss my loving friends ;
And to my fortunes, and the people's favour,

Commit my cause in ballance to be weigh’d. [Exe. Soldiers

Sat. Friends that have been thus forward in my right, I thank you all, and here dismiss you all; And to the love and favour of my country Commit my self, my person and the cause: Rome, be as just and gracious unto me, As I am confident and kind to thee. Open the gates, and let me in. Baf. Tribunes, and me, a poor competitor.

[They go up into the Senate-boufen SCENE II. Enter a Captain. Cap. Romans, make way: the good Andronicus, Patron of virtue, Rome's best champion, Successful in the battels that he fights, With honour and with fortune is return'd From whence he circumscribed with his sword, And brought to yoak the enemies of Rome. Sound drums and trumpets, and then enter Mutius and Mag

cus: after them, two men bearing a coffin cover'd witho black; then Quintus and Lucius. After them Titlus Andronicus; and then Tamora, the Queen of Goths, Alarbus, Chiron and Demetrius, with Aaron ibe Moor, prisoners; Soldiers, and orber Attendants. They set down the coffin, and Titus Speaks.

Tit. Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning weeds? Ls, as the bark that hath discharg'd her freight, Returns with precious lading to the bay, From whence at first the weigh'd her anchorage, Cometh Andronicus with laurel boughs, To re-falute his country with his tears ; Tears of true joy, for his return to Rome, Thou great defender of this Capitol, Stand gracious to the rites that we intend! Romans, of five and twenty valiant fons, Half of the number that King Priam had, Behold the poor remains alive and dead! These that survive, let Rome reward with love ; These that I bring unto their latest home, With burial among their ancestors,


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Here Goths have given me leave to sheath my sword :
Titus, unkind, and careless of thinę own,
Why suffer'ft thou thy fons, unburied yet,
To hover on the dreadful fhore of Styx ?
Make way to lay them by their brethren. (They open tbe tomb,
There greet in filence, as the dead are wont,
And Neep in peace, Nain in your country's wars :
O sacred receptacle of
Sweet cell of virtue and nobility,
How many fons of mine halt thou in store,
That thou wilt never render to me more!

Luc. Give us the proudest prisoner of the Gorbs,
That we may hew his limbs, and on a pile,
Ad manes Fratrum facrifice his fleth,
Before this earthly prison of their bones:
That so the shadows be not unappeas'd,
Nor we disturb'd with prodigies on earth.

Tit. I give him you, the noblest that survives,
The eldest son of this distressed Queen.

Tam. Stay, Roman brethren, gracious conqueror,
Victorious Titus, rue the tears I shed,
A mother's tears in paffion for her fon :
And if thy fons were ever dear to thee,
O think my fons to be as dear to me.
Sufficeth not, that we are brought to Rome,
To beautifie thy triumphs and return,
Captive to thee and to thy Roman yoak?
But must my sons be flaughter'd in the ftreets,
For valiant doings in their country's caufe ?
O! 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 your self, Madam, and pardon me.
These are their brethren, whom you Gotbs behold
Alive and dead, and for their brethren lain
Religiously they ask a sacrifice;


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