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The imperial Caesar, should again unite
A Roman and a British ensign wave
Friendly together! so through Lud's town march ;
And in the temple of great Iupiter
Our peace we'll ratify; seal it with feasts !
TITUS ANDRONICU S.
Persons of the Drama.
AEMILIUS, a noble Roman.
CHIRON, sons to Tamora.
Aarox, a Moor, beloved by Tamora.
Goths, and Romans.
Tauora, qucen of the Goths.
Lavinia, daughter to Titus Andronicus.
A Nurse, and a Black Child.
Kinsmen of Titus, Senators, Tribunes, officers,
Soldiers, and Attendants,
From weary wars against the barbarous Goths:
That, with his sons, a terror to our foes,
Hath yok'd a nation strong, train’d up in arms.
In coflius from the field;
Renowned Titus, flourishing in arms.
Let us entreat, -- By honour of his name, Wilier, le Pleall my successive title with your swords! ho sa I am his first-born son, that was the last
Whom, worthily, you would have now succeed,
Aurl in the Capitol and senate's right,
Whom you pretend to honour and adore, -
withdraw you, and abate your strength ; Bas. Romans, -friends, followers, farourers of my Dismiss your followers, and, as suitors should, right!
Plead your deserts in peace and humbleness.
Sat. How fair the tribune speaks to calm any Belaran Were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome,
Bas. Marcus Andronicus, so I do affy
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 my thoughts are humbled all,
Gracious Lavinia, Rome's rich ornament,
that strive by' factions, and by That I will here dismiss my loving friends ;
And to my fortunes, and the people's favour,
Commit my cause in balance to be weigh’d.
[Exeunt the Followers of Bassianus. A special party, have, by common voice,
Sat. Friends, that have been thus forward in my In election for the Roman empery,
I thank you all, and here dismiss you all!
Commit myself, my person, and the cause!
(Exeunt the Followers of Saturninus. He by the senate is accited lome,
Rome, be as just and gracious unto me,
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As I am confident and kind to thee!
Tit. Patient yourself, madam, and pardon me! Open the gates, and let me in!
These are their brethren, whom you Goths beheld Bas. Tribunes! and me, a poor competitor! Alive, and dead; and for their brethren slain,
[Sat, and Bas. go into the Capitol, and ex- Religiously they ask a sacrifice :
To this your son is mark’dd; and die he must,
To appease their groaning shadows that are gone.
Luc, Away with him! and make a fire straight;
And with our swords, upon a pile of wood,
(Lxeunt Lucius, Quinius, Martius, and Mutius, Successful in the battles that he fights,
with Alarbus. With honour and with fortune is return'd,
Tam. O cruel, irreligious piety!
TIUs: after them, two Men bearing a coffin co-To tremble ouder Titus' threatening look.
B Tit. Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning weeds! (When Goths were Goths, and Tamora was queen
, T Lo, as the bark, that hath discharg'd her fraught, To quit the bloody wrongs upon her foes. des Returns with precious lading to the bay,
Re-enter Lucius, Quintus, Martics, and Vitics, From whence at first she weigh'd her anchorage,
with their swords bloody, Cometh Androuicus, bound with laurel boughs, Luc. Sce, lord and father, how we have perform'd T To re-salute his country with his tears !
Our Roman rites! Alarbus' limbs are lopp'd, 1 Tears of true joy for his return to Rome!
And entrails feed the sacrificing fire,
Tk Thou great defender of this Capitol,
Whose smoke, like incense, doth perfume the sky. Stand gracious to the rites that we intend!- Remaineth nought, but to inter our brethrea, Romans, of five and twenty valiant sons,
And with loud 'larams welcome them to Rome. Half of the number that king Priam had,
Tit. Let it be so, and let Andronicus Behold the poor remains, alive, and dead ! Make this his latest farewell to their souls!
01 These, that survive, let Rome reward with love;
[Trumpets sounded, and the coffins laid in T These, that I bring unto their latest home,
1 With burial amongst their ancestors :
In peace and honour rest you here, my
sons! Here Goths have given me leave to sheath my sword ! Rome's readiest champions, repose you here,
7Titus, uvkiod, and careless of thine own,
Secure from worldly chances and mishaps ! Why suffer'st thou thy sons, unburied yet, Here larks no treason, here no envy swels,
Top To hover on the dreadful shore of Styx?.
Here grow no damned grudges ; here are no storms 7 Make way to lay them by their brethren!
No noise, but silence and eternal sleep!
My noble lord and father, live in fame!
Lo! at this tomb my tributary tears How many sons of mine hast thou in store,
I render, for my brethren's obsequies; Tliat thou wilt never render to me more!
And at thy feet I kneel, with tears of joy, Luc. Give us the proudest prisoner of the Goths, Shed on the earth, for thy return to Rome! That we may hew his limbs, and, on a pile, 0, bless me here with thy victorious haud, Ad manes fratrum sacrifice his flesh,
Whose fortunes Rome's best citizens appland! Before this earthly prison of their bones;
Tit. Kind Rome, that hast thus lovingly resery'd That so the shadows be not unappeas’d,
The cordial of mine age to glad my heart!
Tu Nor we disturb’d with prodigies on earth! Lavinia, live! outlive thy father's days,
Tit. I give him you ; the noblest that survives, And fame's eternal date, for virtue's praise! ded The eldest son of this distressed queen!
Enter Marcus ANDRONICUS, Saturnixus, Basstases Tam. Stay, Roman brethren !-Gracious conqueror,
and others. Victorious Titus, rue the tears I shed,
Mar. Long live lord Titus, my beloved brother, A mother's tears in passion for her son !
Gracious triumpher in the eyes of Rome !
ได้ O, think my son to be as dear to me!
Mar. And welcome, nephews, from successful was Sufficeth not, that we are bronght to Rome, You that survive, and you that sleep in fame! To beautify thy triumphs, and return,
Fair lords, your fortunes are alike in all, Captive to thee, and to thy Roman yoke;
That in your country's service drew But must my sons be slaughter'd in the streets, But safer triumph is this funeral pomp,
1 For valiant doings in their country's cause? That hath aspir'd to Solon's happiness, 0! if to fight for king and common-weal
And triumphs over chance, in honour's bed!
月 Å Were piety in thine, it is in these!
Titus Andronicus, the people of Rome, Andronicus, stain not thy tomb with blood!
Whose friend in justice thou hast ever been, Wilt thou draw near the nature of the gods? Send thee by me, their tribune, and their trust, Draw vear them then in being merciful:
This palliainent of white and spotless hue; Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge;
And name thee in election for the empire, Thrice-noble Titus, spare my first-born son! With these our late-deceased emperor's sods :
Be candidatus then, and put it on,
The least of these unspeakable deserts, And help to set a head on headless Rome!
Romans, forget your fealty to me! Tit. A better head her glorious body fits,
Tit. Now, madam, are you prisoner to an emperor! Than his that shakes for age and feebleness:
(To Tamora. What! shonld I don this robe, and trouble you? To him, that for your honour and your state, Be chosen with proclamations to-day;
Will use you nobly, and your followers ! To-morrow, yield up rule, resign my life,
Sat. A goodly lady, trust me! for the hue And set abroad new business for you
That I would choose, were I to choose anew.Rome, I have been thy soldier forty years,
Clear up, fair queen, that cloudy countenance! And led my country's strength successfully; Though chance of war hath wrought this change of And buried one and twenty valiant sons,
cheer, Knighted in field, slain manfully in arms,
Thou com'st not to be made a scorn in Rome: In right and service of their noble country: Princely shall be thy usage every way! Give me a staff of honour for mine age,
Rest on my word and let not discontent But not a sceptre to control the world :
Daunt all your hopes! Madam, he comforts you, Upright he held it, lords, that held it last! Can make you greater, than the queen of Goths.-Mar. Titus, thou shalt obtain and ask the empery. Lavinia, you are not displeas'd with this? Sat. Proud and ambitious tribune, canst thou tell?— Lav. Not I, my lord ! sith true nobility Tit. Patience, prince Saturnine!
Warrants these words in princely courtesy. Sat. Romans, do me right!
Sat. Thanks, sweet Lavinia !- Romans, let us go! Patricians, draw your swords, and sheath them not Ransomless here, we set our prisoners free: Till Saturninus be Rome's emperor!
Proclaim our honours, lords, with trump and dram! Andronicus, 'would thou were shipp'd to hell, Bas. Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is mine! Rather than rob me of the people's hearts !
(Seizing Lavinia. Luc. Proud Saturnine, interrupter of the good Tit. How, sir? Are you in earnest then, my lord ? That noble-minded Titus means to thee!
Bas. Ay, noble Titus; and resolv'd withal, Tis. Content thee, prince! I will restore to thee To do myself this reason and this right. The people's hearts, and wean them from themselves. [The emperor courts Tamora in dumb show. Bas. Andronicus, I do not flatter thee,
Mar. Suum cuique is our Roman justice! But honour thee, and will do, till I die ;
This prince in justice seizeth but his own. My faction, if thou strengthen with thy friends, Luc. And that he will, and shall, if Lucius live. I will most thankful be; and thanks, to men
Tit. Traitors, avaunt! Where is the emperor's Of noble minds, is honourable meed.
guard ? Tit. People of Rome, and people's tribunes here, Treason, my lord ! Lavinia is surpris’d ! I ask your voices, and your suffrages;
Sat. Surpris’d! By whom? Will
you bestow them friendly on Andronicas ? Bas. By him that justly may Trib. To gratify the good Andronicus,
Bear his betroth’d from all the world away. And gratulate his safe return to Rome,
[Exeunt Marcus and Bassianus, with Lavinia. The people will accept whom he admits.
Mut. Brothers, help to convey her hence away, Tit. Tribunes, I thank you! and this suit I make, And with my sword i'll keep this door safe ! That you create your emperor's eldest son,
(Exeunt Lucius, Quintus, and Martius. Lord Saturnine; whose virtues will, I hope,
Tit. Follow, my lord, and I'll soon bring her back. Reflect on Rome, as Titan's rays on earth,
Mut. My lord, you pass not here! And ripen justice in this common-weal:
Tit. What, villain boy! Then if you will elect by my advice,
Barr’st me my way in Rome? (Titus kills Mutius. Crown him, and say, - Long live our emperor! Mut. Help, Lucius, help! Mar. With voices and applause of every sort,
Re-enter Lucius. Patricians, and plebeians, we create
Luc. My lord, you are unjust; and, more than so, Lord Saturninus, Rome's great emperor,
In wrongful quarrel you have slain your son. And say, — Long live our emperor Saturnine! Tit. Nor thou, nor he, are any sons of mine:
[A long flourish. My sons would never so dishonour me! Sat. Titus Andronicus, for thy favours done Traitor, restore Lavinia to the emperor! To us in our election this day,
Luc. Dead, if you will; but not to be his wife, I give thee thanks in part of thy deserts,
That is another's lawful promis'd love. [Exit. And will with deeds requite thy gentleness! Sat, No, Titus, no! the emperor needs her not, And, for an onset, Titus, to advance
Not her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock: Thy name, and honourable family,
I'll trust by leisure him that mocks me once ;
Thee never, nor thy traitorous haughty sons
Was there none else in Rome to make a stale of Tell
me, Andronicus, doth this motion please thee? But Saturnine ? Full well, Andronicus, Tit. It doth, my worthy lord! and, in this mateh, Agree these deeds with that proud brag of thine, I hold me highly honour'd of your grace:
That said'st, 1 begg'd the empire at thy hand. And here, in sight of Rome, to Saturnine,
Tit. O monstrous ! what reproachful words are these? King and commander of our common-weal,
Sat. But go thy ways! go, give that changing piece The wide world's emperor, -do I consecrate To him that flourish'd for her with his sword: My sword, my chariot, and my prisoners :
A valiant son-in-law thou shalt enjoy; Presents well worthy Rome's imperial lord :
One fit to bandy with thy lawless so:18, Receive them then, the tribute that I owe,
To ruffle in the commonwealth of Rome. Mine honour's ensigos humbled at thy feet! Tit. These words are razors to my wounded heart ! Sat. Thanks, noble Titus, father of my life! Sat. And therefore, lovely Tamora, queen of Goths,How proud I am of thee, and of thy gifts,
That, like the stately Phoebe 'mongst her nymphs, Rome shall record ! and when I do forget
Dost overshine the gallant'st dames of Rome,
If thou be pleas’d with this my sudden choice, The dismall'st day is this, that e'er I saw,
Well, bury him, and bury me the next!
(Mutius is put into the tom). And here I swear by all the Roman gods,
Luc. There lie thy bones, sweet Mutius, with thy
All. No man shed tears for poble Mutias;
He lives in fame, that died in virtue's cause.
How comes it, that the subtle queen of Goths
Tit. I know not, Marcas; but, I know, it is;
Whether by device, or no, the heavens can tell:
Is she not then beholden to the man
Yes, and will nobly him remunerate.
Flourish. Re-enter, at one side, Saturxiars, attend-
ed; Tamura, Chiron, DENETAILS, and Aanos: a
Bas. And you of yours, my lord! I say not more,
Sat. Traitor, if Rome have law, or we have power,
Re-enter Marcus, Lucius, Quintus, and MARTIUS. Bas. Rape, call you it, my lord, to seize my own,
But let the laws of Rome determive all:
But, if we live, we'll be as sharp with yoo.
Bus. My lord, what I have done, as best I may,
Only this much I give your grace to know, –
is in opinion, and in honour, wrong'd;
To be control'd in that he frankly gave:
That hath express'd himself, in all his deeds
Tit. Prince Bassianus, leave to plead my deeds!
Were gracious in those princely eyes of thise,
Sat. What, madam! be dishonour'd openly,
(Marcus and the Sons of Titus kneel. But, on mine honour, dare 1 uudertake
Dissemble all your griefs and discontents,
You are but newly planted ia 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,)
I'll find a day to massacre them all
, Tit. Rise, Marcus, rise!
And raze their faction, and their family,
The cruel father, and his traitorous sons,
This siren, that will charm Rome's Saturnine, To whom I sued for my dear son's life;
And see his shipwreck, and his commonweal’s! And make them know, what 'tis to let a
Holla! what storm is this?
Enter Chiron and DeMetrics, braving. Kneel in the streets, and beg for grace in
Dem. Chiron, thy years want wit, thy wit wants edge, vain.
And manners, to intrude where I am grac'd;
And so in this to bear me down with braves.
To serve, and to deserve my mistress' grace;
And that my sword upon thee shall approve,
And plead my passions for Lavinia's love.
Aur.Clubs,clubs! these lovers will not keep the peace!
Dem. Why, boy, although our mother, unadvis'd,
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,
Dein. Ay, boy, grow ye so brave?
And maintain such a quarrel openly?
Nor would your noble mother, for much more,
Sul. Marcus, for thy sake, and thy brother's here, For shame, put up!
Dem. Not I; till I have sheath'd
Thrust these reproachful speeches down his throat,
That he hath breath'd in my dishonour here.
Now, by the gods that warlike Goths adore,
Or Bassianus so degenerate,
That for her love such quarrels may be broach'il,
Without controlment, justice, or revenge?
This discorel'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,
Lavinia is thine elder brother's hope.
dur. Why, are ye mad? or know ye pot, in Rome Gallops the zodiack in his glistering coach,
How furious and impatient they be,
And cannot brook competitors in love?
I tell you, lords, you do but plot your deaths
Dy this device.
Aar. To achieve her! – How?
She is Lavinia, therefore must be lov'le
Of a cut loaf to steal a shive, we know:
Thoug! Bassianus be the emperor's brother,