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Tır. Content thee, prince, I will restore to Enter, below, Marcus ANDRONICUS and Tri

thee bunes ; re-enter SATURNINUS and BASSIANUS, The people's hearts, and wean them from themattended.


Bass. Andronicus, I do not flatter thee, MARC. Long live lord Titus, my beloved brother, But honour thee; and will do till I die : Gracious triumpher in the eyes of Rome !

My faction if thou strengthen with thy friends, Tit. Thanks, gentle tribune, noble brother I wil most thankful be ; and thanks to men Marcus.

Of noble minds is honourable meed. MARC. And welcome, nephews, from successful Tit. People of Rome, and noble tribunes wars,

here, You that survive, and you that sleep in fame! I ask your voices and your suffrages : Fair lords, your fortunes are alike in all,

Will bestow them friendly on Andronicus ? That in your country's service drew your swords ; TRIBUNES. To gratify the good Andronicus, But safer triumph is this funeral pomp,

And gratulate his safe return to Rome, That hath aspir'd to Solon's happiness,

The people will accept whom he admits. And triumphs over chance in honour's bed.

Tit. Tribunes, I thank you: and this suit I Titus Andronicus, the people of Rome,

Whose friend in justice thou hast ever been, That you create your emperor's eldest son,
Send thee by me, their tribune and their trust, Lord Saturnine, whose virtues will, I hope,
This palliament of white and spotless hue, Reflect on Rome as Titan's rays on earth,
And name thee in election for the empire,

And ripen justice in this commonweal:
With these our late deceased emperor's sons : Then, if you will elect by my advice,
Be candidatus, then, and put it on,

Crown him, and say, Long live our emperor ! And help to set a head on headless Rome.

Marc. With voices and applause of every sort, Tit. A better head her glorious body fits Patricians, and plebeians, we create Than his that shakes for age and feebleness. Lord Saturninus Rome's great emperor ; What should I don this robe and trouble

And say, Long live our emperor, Saturnine ! Be chosen with proclamations to-day,

[A long flourish. To-morrow yield up rule, resign my life,

Sat. Titus Andronicus, for thy favours done And set abroado new business for you all ?

To us in our election this day,
Rome, I have been thy soldier forty years, I give thee thanks in part of thy deserts,
And led my country's strength successfully, And will with deeds requite thy gentleness :
And buried one-and-twenty valiant sons,

And, for an onset, Titus, to advance
Knighted in field, slain manfully in arms,

Thy name and honourable family, In right and service of their noble country:

Lavinia will I måke my empress," Give me a staff of honour for mine age,

Rome's royal mistress, mistress of my heart, But not a sceptre to control the world :

And in the sacred Pantheon her espouse: Upright he held it, lords, that held it last.

Tell me, Andronicus, doth this motion please thee ? MARC. Titus, thou shalt obtain and ask d the Tit. It doth, my worthy lord; and in this empery.


match Sat. Proud and ambitious tribune, canst thou I hold me highly honour'd of your grace : Tit. Patience, prince Saturninus.

And here, in sight of Rome, to Saturnine,Sat.

Romans, do me right ;- King and commander of our commonweal, Patricians, draw your swords, and sheathe them not The wide world's emperor,—do I consecrate Till Saturninus be Rome's emperor.

My sword, my chariot, and my prisoners; Andronicus, would thou wert shipp'd to hell, Presents well worthy Rome's imperial lord : Rather than rob me of the people's hearts ! Receive them, then, the tribute that I owe,

Luc. Proud Saturnine, interrupter of the good Mine honour's ensigns humbled at thy * feet. That noble-minded Titus means to thee !

Sat. Thanks, noble Titus, father of my


you ?

And triumphs over chance in honour's bed.-)

1 - ultima semper
Expectanda dies homini; dicique beatus

Ante obitum nemo, supremaque funera, debet."
What should I don, &c.] It is customary in cases like the pre-
sent to print "What " as an exclamation, “ What! should I don"
&c, though it is often only equivalent to, For What; or to, Why.

c And set abroad-) The folio of 1664 has, “set abroach," &c. and the substitution is adopted by Mr. Collier's annotator. d – thou shalt obtain and ask-] There is here, as Steevens

(*) First folio, my. remarks, somewhat too much of the hysteron proteron. We might, without much violence, read,

Ask, Titus, and thou shalt obtain the empery."

thy friends,-) A correction from the folio of 1664 ; the prior copies having, friend.

empress,-) To be read as a trisyllable. 8 – Pantheon--] From the second 'folio; the earlier editions printing, Pathan.

than so,


us go :

How proud I am of thee and of thy gifts,

Tit. What, villain boy! barr'st me my way Rome shall record ; and when I do forget

in Rome ?

[Stabbing MUTIUS. The least of these unspeakable deserts,

Mut. Help, Lucius, help!

[Dies. Romans, forget your fealty to me. Tit. Now, madam, are you prisoner to an emperor; [To TAMORA.

Re-enter LUCIUS.
To him that, for your honour and your state,
Will use you nobly and your followers.

Luc. My lord, you are unjust; and, more Sat. (A side.] A goodly lady, trust me ; of the hue

In wrongful quarrel you have slain your son. That I would choose, were I to choose anew.- Tit. Nor thou, nor he, are any sons of mine; Clear up, fair queen, that cloudy countenance: My sons would never so dishonour me: Though chance of war hath wrought this change Traitor, restore Lavinia to the emperor. of cheer,

Luc. Dead, if you will ; but not to be his wife, Thou com'st not to be made a scorn in Rome : That is another's lawful promis'd love. [Exit. Princely shall be thy usage every way.

Sat, No, Titus, no; the emperor needs her not, Rest on my word, and let not discontent

Nor her, por thee, nor any of thy stock : Daunt all your hopes: madam, he comforts you I'll trust, by leisure, him that mocks me once; Can make you greater than the queen of Goths.- Thee never, nor thy traitorous haughty sons, Lavinia, you are not displeas’d with this ?

Confederates all, thus to dishonour me. Lav. Not I, my lord, sith true nobility

Was there none else in Rome to make a stale o Warrants these words in princely courtesy.

But Saturnine? Full well, Andronicus, Sat. Thanks, sweet Lavinia.—Romans, let Agree these deeds with that proud brag of thine,

That said'st, I begg'd the empire at thy hands. Ransomless here we set our prisoners free.

Tır. O, monstrous ! what reproachful words are Proclaim our honours, lords, with trump and

these ? drum.

Sat. But go thy ways; go, give that changing [Flourish. SATURNINUS courts TAMORA

piece in dumb show.

To him that flourish'd for her with his sword : Bass. Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is A valiant son-in-law thou shalt enjoy ; mine.

[Seizing LAVINIA. One fit to bandy with thy lawless sons, Tit. How, sir ! are you in earnest, then, my To ruffle in the commonwealth of Rome. lord ?

Tit. These words are razors to my wounded Bass. Ay, noble Titus, and resolv'd withal

heart. To do myself this reason and this right.

Sat. And therefore, lovely Tamora, queen of MARC. Suum cuique is our Roman justice:

Goths,This prince in justice seizeth but his own.

That, like the stately Phæbe ’mongst her nymphs, Luc. And that he will, and shall, if Lucius Dost overshine the gallant’st dames of Rome, live.

If thou be pleas'd with this my sudden choice, Tit. Traitors, avaunt !- Where is the emperor's Behold I choose thee, Tamora, for my

bride, guard ?

And will create thee empress of Rome. Treason, my lord !-Lavinia is surpris’d! * Speak, queen of Goths, dost thou applaud my Sat. Surpris’d! by whom?

choice? Bass.

By him that justly may And here I swear by all the Roman gods,–
Bear his betroth'd from all the world away. Sith priest and holy water are so near,
[Exeunt BASSIANUS and MARCUS, with And tapers burn so bright, and everything

In readiness for Hymenæus stand,-
Mut. Brothers, help to convey her hence away, I will not re-salute the streets of Rome,
And with my sword I'll keep this door safe. Or climb my palace, till from forth this place

[Exeunt LUCIUS, Quintus, and MARTIUS. I lead espous'd my bride along with me. Tır. Follow, my lord, and I'll soon bring her Tam. And here, in sight of heaven, to Rome I

swear, Mut. My lord, you pass not here.

If Saturnine advance the queen of Goths,



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She will a handmaid be to his desires,

Mart. He is not with himself; let us withA loving nurse, a mother to his youth.

draw. Sat. Ascend, fair queen, Pantheon.—Lords, QUINT. Not I, till Mutius' bones be buried. accompany

[MARCUS and the Sons of Tirus kneel. Your noble emperor and his lovely bride,

Marc. Brother, for in that name doth nature Sent by the heavens for prince Saturnine,

plead, Whose wisdom bath her fortune conquered:

Quint. Father, and in that name doth nature There shall we consummate our spousal rites.

speak,[Exeunt Sat., attended ; TAMORA, DEMETRIUS, Tır. Speak thou no more, if all the rest will CHIRON; AARON, and Goths.

speed. Tit. I am not bid* to wait upon this bride :- MARC. Renowned Titus, more than half my Titus, when wert thou wont to walk alone,

soul, Dishonour'd thus, and challenged of wrongs? Luc. Dear father, soul and substance of us


Marc. Suffer thy brother Marcus to inter Re-enter MARCUS, Lucius, Quintus, and His noble nephew here in virtue's nest, MARTIUS.

That died in honour and Lavinia's cause.

Thou art a Roman,—be not barbarous : MARC. O, Titus, see! O, see what thou hast The Greeks upon advice did bury Ajax done!

That slew himself; and wise * Laertes son In a bad quarrel slain a virtuous son.

Did graciously plead for his funerals: Tır. No, foolish tribune, no; no son of mine,- Let not young Mutius, then, that was thy joy, Nor thou, nor these, confederates in the deed Be barr'd his entrance here. That hath dishonour'd all our family;


Rise, Marcus, rise :Unworthy brother, and unworthy sons !

The dismall'st day is this that e'er I saw, Luc. But let us give him burial as becomes : To be dishonour'd by my sons in Rome !Give Mutius burial with our brethren.

Well, bury him, and bury me the next. Tit. Traitors, away! he rests not in this

[They put Mutius in the tomb. tomb:

Luc. There lie thy bones, sweet Mutius, with This monument five hundred years hath stood,

thy friends, Which I have sumptuously re-edified:

Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomb. Here none but soldiers and Rome's servitors

ALL. (Kneeling.] No man shed tears for noble Repose in fame; none basely slain in brawls :

Mutius ;
Bury him where you can ; he comes not here. He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause.
MARC. My lord, this is impiety in you :

Marc. My lord,—to step out of these dreary+ My nephew Mutius' deeds do plead for him,

dumps,He must be buried with his brethren.

How comes it that the subtle queen of Goths QUINT., Mart. And shall, or him we will Is of a sudden thus advanc'd in Rome ? accompany.

Tit. I know not, Marcus ; but I know it is; Tit. And shall / What villain was it spake that Whether by device or no, the heavens can tell : word ?

Is she not, then, beholden to the man Quint. He that would vouch 't in any place That brought her for this high good turn so far? but here.

Mar. Yes, and will nobly him remunerate. Tit. What! would you bury him in my despite ?

Marc. No, noble Titus; but entreat of thee To pardon Mutius, and to bury him.

Flourish. Re-enter SATURNINUS, TAMORA, DEMETit. Marcus, even thou hast struck upon my TRIUS, CHIRON, and Aaron from one side; crest,

from the other, BASSIANUS and LAVINIA, And, with these boys, mine honour thou hast with others.

wounded : My foes I do repute you every one ;

Sat. So, Bassianus, you have play'd your prize! So, trouble me no more, but get you gone. God give you joy, sir, of your gallant bride!

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* I am not bid-] See note (c), p. 406, Vol. I. He is not with himself;) Equivalent to the modern phrase, He is beside himself. The folio reads,—"He is not himselfe."

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Did graciously plead for his funerals :)
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(*) First folio omits, wise. (1) first folio, sudden. Sophocles; and if, as Steevens asserts, there were no translation of that piece extant in the time of Shakespeare, we may reasonably infer that " Titus Andronicus" was written by some one acquainted with the Greek tragedies in their original language.

Mar.] This line is only in the folio, and there, the prefix having been omitted, it reads as a portion of the preceding speech.


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of yours, my lord! I say no (Which Rome reputes to be a heinous sin,) more,

Yield at entreats ; and then let me alone : Nor wish no less; and so, I take my

leave. I'll find a day to massacre them all, Sat. Traitor, if Rome have law, or we have And raze their faction and their family, power,

The cruel father and his traitorous sons, Thou and thy faction shall repent this rape.

To whom I sued for my dear son's life; Bass. Rape, call you it, my lord, to seize And make them know, what 't is to let a queen my own,

Kneel in the streets and beg for grace in vain.My true-betrothed love, and now my wife? [Aloud.] Come, come, sweet emperor ;-come, But let the laws of Rome determine all;

Andronicus, Meanwhile I am possess’d of that is mine.


up this good old man, and cheer the heart Sat. ’T is good, sir: you are very short with us ; That dies in tempest of thy angry frown. But, if we live, we'll be as sharp with you.

Sat. Rise, Titus, rise; my empress hath Bass. My lord, what I have done, as best I

prevail'd. may,

Tit. I thank your majesty, and her, my lord : Answer I must, and shall do with my


These words, these looks, infuse new life in me. Only thus much I give your grace to know,

Tam. Titus, I am incorporate in Rome, By all the duties that I owe to Rome,

A Roman now adopted happily, This noble gentleman, lord Titus here,

And must advise the emperor for his good. Is in opinion and in honour wrong'd;

This day all quarrels die, Andronicus That, in the rescue of Lavinia,

And let it be mine honour, good my lord, With his own hand did slay his youngest son,

That I have reconcild your friends and you.In zeal to you, and highly mov'd to wrath

For you, prince Bassianus, I have pass'd To be controlld in that he frankly gave.

My word and promise to the emperor, Receive him, then, to favour, Saturnine,


you will be more mild and tractable. That hath express'd himself, in all his deeds, And fear not, lords,-and you, Lavinia,– A father and a friend to thee and Rome.

By my advice, all humbled on your knees, Tit. Prince Bassianus, leave to plead my

You shall ask pardon of his majesty. deeds:

Luc.* We do; and vow to heaven, and to his 'Tis thou and those that have dishonour'd me.

highness, Rome, and the righteous heavens, be my judge, That what we did was mildly as we might, How I have lov'd and honour'd Saturnine !

Tend'ring our sister's honour and our own. Tam. My worthy lord, if ever Tamora

Marc. That, on mine honour, here I do protest. Were gracious in those princely eyes of thine, Sat. Away, and talk not; trouble us no more.Then hear me speak indifferently for all ;

Tam. Nay, nay, sweet emperor, we must all be And at my suit, sweet, pardon what is past.

friends : Sat. What, madam! be dishonour'd openly,

The tribune and his nephews kneel for grace; And basely put it up without revenge?

I will not be denied : sweet heart, look back. · Tam. Not so, my lord; the gods of Rome Sat. Marcus, for thy sake, and thy brother's forfend

here, I should be author to dishonour you !

And at my lovely Tamora's entreats, But on mine honour dare I undertake

I do remit these young men's heinous faults: For good lord Titus’ innocence in all ;

Stand up. * _Lavinia, though you left me like a Whose fury, not dissembled, speaks his griefs :

churl, Then, at my suit, look graciously on him: I found a friend; and, sure as death, I

swore, Lose not so noble a friend on vain suppose,

I would not part a bachelor from the priest. Nor with sour looks afflict his gentle heart.- Come, if the emperor's court can feast two brides, [Aside to Sat.] My lord, be ruld by me, be won You are my guest, Lavinia, and your last;

This day shall be a love-day, Tamora. Dissemble all your griefs and discontents :

Tit. To-morrow, an it please your majesty, You are but newly planted in your


To hunt the panther and the hart with me, Lest, then, the people, and patricians too,

With horn and hound, we'll give your grace bonUpon a just survey, take Titus' part,

jour. And so supplant you* for ingratitude,

Sat. Be it so, Titus, and gramercy too. [Exeunt.


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(*) First folio, Son.

(*) First folio, us. Stand up.-) Probably, as Pope surmised, a stage direction only.

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