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The imperial Caesar, should again unite

A Roman and a British ensign wave
His favour with the radiant Cymbeline,

Friendly together! so through Lud's town march ;
Which shines here in the west.

And in the temple of great Iupiter
Cym. Laud we the gods !

Our peace we'll ratify; seal it with feasts !
And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils Set on there! - Never was a war did cease,
From our bless'd altars ! Publish we this peace Ere bloody hands were wash’d, with such a peace.
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Persons of the Drama.
Satursisus, son to the late emperor of Rome, and Publits, son to Marcus the tribune.
afterwards declared emperor himself:

AEMILIUS, a noble Roman.
BASSiants, brother to Saturninus : in love with ALAKBUS,

CHIRON, sons to Tamora.
Titus ANDRONICUs, a noble Roman, general against DEMETRIUS,
the Goths.

Aarox, a Moor, beloved by Tamora.
MARCUS ANDRONICUS , tribune of the people, and a Captain, Tribune, Messenger, and Clown; Romans.
brother to Titis.

Goths, and Romans.

Tauora, qucen of the Goths.

Lavinia, daughter to Titus Andronicus.
sons to Titus Andronicus.

A Nurse, and a Black Child.

Kinsmen of Titus, Senators, Tribunes, officers,
Young Lucius, a boy, son to Lucils.

Soldiers, and Attendants,
SCENE, — Rome; and the country near it.

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From weary wars against the barbarous Goths:

That, with his sons, a terror to our foes,
SCENE I. - Rome. Before the Capitol.

Hath yok'd a nation strong, train’d up in arms.
The tomb of the Adronici appearing; the Tribunes Ten years are spent, since first he undertook
and Senators aloft, as in the Senate. Enter, This cause of Rome, and chastised with arms
below, SaturninUS, and liis Followers, on one side; Our enemies' pride. Five times he hath return’d
and Bassiasts, and his Followers, on the other; Bleeding to Rome, beariug his valiant soos
with drum and colours.

In coflius from the field;
Sat. Noble patricians, patrons of my right, And now, at last, laden with honour's spoils,
I Defend the justice of my cause with arms! Returns the good Andronicus to Rome,
drobes And, countrymen, my loving followers,

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,
That wore the imperial diadem of Rome;

Aurl in the Capitol and senate's right,
Then let

father's honours live in me,

Whom you pretend to honour and adore, -
Nor wrong mine age with this indignity!


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,

Keep then this passage to the Capitol,
And sulter not dishono'ır to approach

Bas. Marcus Andronicus, so I do affy
The imperial seat, to virtne couscerate,

In thy uprightness and integrity,

And so I love and honour thee and thine,
To justice, continence, and nobility:
But let desert in pure election shine ;

Thy noble brother Titus, and his sons,
And, Romans, fight for freedom in your choice!

And her, to whom my thoughts are humbled all,
Enter Maacts ANDRONICUS, aloft, with the crown.

Gracious Lavinia, Rome's rich ornament,
Mar. Princes,

that strive by' factions, and by That I will here dismiss my loving friends ;

And to my fortunes, and the people's favour,
Ambitiously for rule and empery,

Commit my cause in balance to be weigh’d.
know, that the people of Rome, for whom we stand

[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,

Chosen Audronicus, surnamed Pius,

I thank you all, and here dismiss you all!
For many good and great deserts to Pome; And to the love and farour of my country
A nobler man, a braver warrior,

Commit myself, my person, and the cause!
Lives not this day within the city walls :

(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 :
eunt with Senators, Marcus, etc.

To this your son is mark’dd; and die he must,

To appease their groaning shadows that are gone.
SCENE II.--The same.

Luc, Away with him! and make a fire straight;
Enter a Captain, and Others.

And with our swords, upon a pile of wood,
Cap. Romans, make way! The good Andronicus, Let's hew his limbs, till they be clean consum'd!
Patron of virtue, Rome's best champion,

(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!
From where he circumscribed with his sword, Chi. Was ever Scythia half so barbarous?
And brought to yoke, the enemies of Rome! Dem. Oppose not Scythia to ambitious Rone.
Flourish of trumpets, etc. Enter Mutius and Mar- Alarbus goes to rest; and we survive

TIUs: after them, two Men bearing a coffin co-To tremble ouder Titus' threatening look.
vered with black ; then Quintus und Lucius. After Then, madam, stand resolv'd! but hope withal,
them, Titus AndRONICus; and then Tamora, with The self-same gods, that arm’d the queen of Tros
ALARBUS, CHIRON, DEMETRIUS, Aaron, and othrer With opportunity of sharp revenge
Goths, prisoners; Soldiers and People, following. Upon the Thracian tyrant in his tent,
The Bearers set down the coffin, and Titus speaks. May favour Tamora, the queen of Goths,

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,

the tomb,

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!
{The tomb is opened.

There greet in silence, as the dead are wont, In peace and honour rest you here, my sons!
And sleep in peace, slain in your country's wars! Lav. In peace and honour live lord Titus long!
O sacred receptacle of my joys,

My noble lord and father, live in fame!
Sweet cell of virtne and nobility,

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 !
And, if thy sons were erer dear to thee,

. Thanks, gentle tribune, noble brother Marcus!

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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 :

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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

all ?

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 ;
Lavinia will I make my emperess,

Thee never, nor thy traitorous haughty sons
Rome's royal mistress, mistress of my heart, Confederates all thus to dishonour me.
PAS And in the sacred Pantheon her espouse:

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,

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If thou be pleas’d with this my sudden choice, The dismall'st day is this, that e'er I saw,
Behold, I choose thee, Tamora, for my bride, To be dishonour'd by my sons in Rome! -
Aud will create thee emperess of Rome.

Well, bury him, and bury me the next!
Speak, queen of Goths, dost thou applauel my choice?

(Mutius is put into the tom). And here I swear by all the Roman gods,

Luc. There lie thy bones, sweet Mutius, with thy
Sith priest and holy water are so near,

And tapers burn so bright, and every thing Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomb!-
In readiness for Hymeneus stands,-

All. No man shed tears for poble Mutias;
I will not re-salute the streets of Rome,

He lives in fame, that died in virtue's cause.
Or climb my palace, till from forth this place Mar. Mylord, --to step out ofthese dreary dumps -
I lead espous'd my bride along with me.

How comes it, that the subtle queen of Goths
Tam. And here, in sigłt of heaven, to Rome I swear, Is of a sudden thus advanc'd in Rome?
If Saturnine advance the queen of Goths,

Tit. I know not, Marcas; but, I know, it is;
She will a hand-maid be to his desires,

Whether by device, or no, the heavens can tell:
A loving nurse, a mother to his youth!

Is she not then beholden to the man
Sat. Ascend, fair queen, Pantheon !--Lords accom- That brought her for this high good tura so far ?

Yes, and will nobly him remunerate.
Your noble emperor, and his lovely bride,

Flourish. Re-enter, at one side, Saturxiars, attend-
Sent by the heavens for prioce Saturnine,

ed; Tamura, Chiron, DENETAILS, and Aanos: a
Whose wisdom bath her fortone conquered : the other, BASSIANUS, Lavinia, and Others.
There shall we consuminate our spousal rites. Sat. So, Bassianus, you have play'd your prize;
[Exeunt Saturninus, and his Followers; Tamora, God give you joy, sir, of your gallant bride!
and her Sons; Aaron and Goths.

Bas. And you of yours, my lord! I say not more,
Tit. I am not bid to wait upon this bride: - Nor wish no less; and so I take my leave!
Titus, when wert thou wont to walk alone,

Sat. Traitor, if Rome have law, or we have power,
Dishonour'd thus, and challenged of wrongs? Thou and thy faction shall repeat this rape.

Re-enter Marcus, Lucius, Quintus, and MARTIUS. Bas. Rape, call you it, my lord, to seize my own,
Mar. 0 Titus, see, O see what thou hast done! My true-betrothed love, and now my wife?
In a bad quarrel slain a virtuous son!

But let the laws of Rome determive all:
Tit. No, foolish tribune, no! no son of mine, Mean while I am possess'd of that is miuc.
Nor thou, nor these, confederates in the deed Sat. 'Tis good, sir! You are very short with us;
That hath dishonour'd all our family:

But, if we live, we'll be as sharp with yoo.
Unworthy brother, and unworthy sons !

Bus. My lord, what I have done, as best I may,
Luc. But let us give him burial, as becomes; Answer I must, and shall do with

Give Mutius burial with our brethren.

Only this much I give your grace to know, –
Tit. Traitors, away! he rests not in this tomb. By all the duties which I owe to Rome,
This monument five hundred years lath stood, This noble gentleman, lord Titus here,
Which I have sumptuously re-edified:

is in opinion, and in honour, wrong'd;
Here vone but soldiers, and Rome's servitors, That, in the rescue of Lavinia,
Repose in fame; none basely slaiu in brawls :- With his own hand did slay lis youngest sou,
Bary him where you can, he comes not here! In zeal to you, and highly mov'd to wratb
Mar. My lord, this is impiety in you:

To be control'd in that he frankly gave:
My nephew Mutius' deeds do plead for him; Receive him then to favour, Saturnine !
He must be buried with his brethren!

That hath express'd himself, in all his deeds
Quin. et Mart. And shall, or him we will accom- A father, and a friend, to thee, and Rome!

Tit. Prince Bassianus, leave to plead my deeds!
Tit. And shall ? What villain was it spoke that word ?)'Tis thou, and those, that have dishonourd me!
Quin. He that would vouch’t in any place but here. Rome and the righteous heavens be my judge,
Tit. What, would you bury him in my despite? How I have lov'i and honour'd Saturnine!
Mar. No, noble Tirns! but entreat of thee Tum. My worthy lord, if ever Tamora
To pardon Mutius, and to bury him.

Were gracious in those princely eyes of thise,
Tit. Marcus, even thou hast struck upon my crest, Then hear me speak indifferently for all;
And, with these boys,mine honour thon hast wounded: And at my suit, sweet, pardon what is past,
My foes I do repute you every one;

Sat. What, madam! be dishonour'd openly,
So trouble me no more, but get you gone! And basely put it up without revenge?
Mart. He is not with himself; let us withdraw! Tam. Not so, my Lord! The gods of Romae forefeod
Quin. Not I, till Mutius' bones be buried. I should be anthor to dishonour you!

(Marcus and the Sons of Titus kneel. But, on mine honour, dare 1 uudertake
Mar. Brother, for in that name doth nature plead. I'or good lord Titus' innocence in all,
Quin. Father, and in that name doth nature speak. Whose fury, not dissembled, speaks his griels :
Tit. Speak thou no more, if all the rest will speed. Then, at my suit, look graciously on him;
Mar. Renowned Titus, more than half my soul, Lose not so poble a friend on vaio sappose,
Luc. Dear father, soul and substance of us all, Nor with sour looks afflict his gentle heart.-
Mar. Suffer thy brother Marcus to inter My lord, be ruld by me, be won at last,
His noble nephew here in virtue's nest,

Dissemble all your griefs and discontents,
That died in-honour and Lavinia's cause.

You are but newly planted ia your throne;
Thou art a Roman, be pot barbarous !

Lest then the people, and patricians too,
The Greeks, upon advice, did bury Ajax

Upon a just survey, take Titus' part,
That slew himself; and wise Laertcs' son

And so supplant us for ingratitude,
Did graciously plead for his funerals.

(Which Rome reputes to be a heinous sin,)
Let not young Mutius then, that was thy joy, Yield at entreats, and then let me aloue ;
Be barr'd his entrance here.

I'll find a day to massacre them all

, Tit. Rise, Marcus, rise!

And raze their faction, and their family,




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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?

Aside. queen

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;
Come, come, sweet emperor, - come, Andronicus! And may, for aught thou know'st, affected be.
Take up this good old man, and cheer the heart Chi. Demetrius, thou dost over-ween in all;
That dies in tempest of thy angry frown!

And so in this to bear me down with braves.
Sat. Rise, Titus, rise! my empress hath prevail'd ! 'Tis not the difference of a year, or two,
Tit. I thank your majesty, and her, my lord ! Makes me less gracious, thee more fortunate:
These words, these looks, infuse new life iu me. I am as able, and as fit, as thou,
Tam. Titus, I am incorporate in Rome,

To serve, and to deserve my mistress' grace;
A Roman now adopted happily,

And that my sword upon thee shall approve,
And must advise the emperor for his good.

And plead my passions for Lavinia's love.
This day all quarrels die, Andronicus!

Aur.Clubs,clubs! these lovers will not keep the peace!
And let it be mine honour, good my lord,

Dem. Why, boy, although our mother, unadvis'd,
That I have reconcil'd your friends and you. Gave you a danciog rapier by your side,
For you, prince Bassianus, I have pass’d

Are you so desperate grown, to threat your friends ?
My word and promise to the emperor,

Go to! have your lath glued within your sheath,
That you will be more mild and tractable.

Till you know better how to handle it.
And fear not, lords, – and you, Lavinia ;

Chi. Mean while, sir, with the little skill I have,
By my advice, all humbled on your knees, Full well shalt thou perceive how much I dare.
You shall ask pardon of his majesty.

Dein. Ay, boy, grow ye so brave?

[They drau.
Luc. We do; and vow to heaven,and to his highness, Aar. Why, how now, lords?
That, what we did, was mildly as we might, So near the emperor's palace dare you draw,
Tend’ring our sister's honour, and our own.

And maintain such a quarrel openly?
Mar. That, on mine honour, here I do protest. Full well I wot the ground of all this grudge;
Sat, Away, and talk not! trouble ns no more!~ I would not for a million of gold,
Tam. Nay,nay,swect emperor, we must all be friends! The cause were known to them it most concerns :
The tribune and his nephews kneel for grace;

Nor would your noble mother, for much more,
I will not be denied. Sweet heart, look back ! Be so dishonour'd in the court of Rome.

Sul. Marcus, for thy sake, and thy brother's here, For shame, put up!
And at my lovely Tamora's entreats,

Dem. Not I; till I have sheath'd
I do remit these young men's heinous faults. My rapier in his bosom, and, withal,
Stand up!

Thrust these reproachful speeches down his throat,
Lavinia, though you left me like a churl,

That he hath breath'd in my dishonour here.
I found a friend; and sure as death I swore, Chi. For that I am prepar'd and full resolv’d, -
I would not part a bachelor from the priest. Foul-spoken coward ! that thunder'st with thy tongue,
Come, if the emperor's court can feast two brides, And with thy weapon nothing dar’st perform.
You are my guest, Lavinia, and your friends! Aar. Away, I say !
This day shall be a love-day, Tamora !

Now, by the gods that warlike Goths adore,
Tit. To-morrow, au it please your majesty, This petty brabble will undo us all.
To hunt the panther and the hart with me, Why, lords, — and think you not how dangerous
With horn and hound, we'll give your grace bon-jour. It is to jut upon a prince's right?
Sat. Be it so, Titus, and gramercy too! [Exeunt. What, is Lavinia then become so loose,

Or Bassianus so degenerate,

That for her love such quarrels may be broach'il,

Without controlment, justice, or revenge?
SCENE I. The same. Before the paluce. Young lords, beware! - an should the empress know
Enter AAROX.

This discorel's ground, the music would not please.
Aur. Now climbeth Tamora Olympus' top,

Chi. I care not, I, knew she and all the world;
Safe out of fortune's shot; and sits alost,

I love Lavinia more, than all the world,
Secare of thunder's crack, or lightning's flash; Dem. Youngling, learn thou to make some mcaner
Advanc'd above pale envy's threat’ning reach.

As when the golden sun salutes the morn,

Lavinia is thine elder brother's hope.
And, having gilt the ocean with his beams,

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 overlooks the highest-peering hills;

And cannot brook competitors in love?
So Tamora,

I tell you, lords, you do but plot your deaths
Upon her wit doth earthly honour wait,

Dy this device.
And virtue stoops and trembles at her frown. Chi. Aaron, a thonsand deaths would I propose,
Then, Aaron, arm thy heart, and fit thy thoughts, To achieve her whom I love.
To mount aloft with thy imperial mistress,

Aar. To achieve her! – How?
And mount her pitch; whom thou in triumph long' Dem. Why mak’st thon it so strange ?
Hast prisoner held, fetter'd in amorous chains; She is a worgan, therefore may be woo'd;
And faster bound to Aaron's charming eyes, She is a woman, therefore may be won;
Than is Promethens tied to Caucasus.

She is Lavinia, therefore must be lov'le
Away with slavish weeds, and idle thoughts ! What, man! more water glideth by the mill
I will be bright, and shin in pearl and gold, Than wots the miller of; and easy it is
To wait upon this new-made emperess.

Of a cut loaf to steal a shive, we know:
To wait, said I? to wanton with this queen,

Thoug! Bassianus be the emperor's brother,
This goddess, this Semiramis!- this queeo, Better than he have yet worn Vulcau's badge.


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