I render, for my brethren's obfequies; And at thy feet I kneel, with tears of joy TIT. Kind Rome, that haft thus lovingly referv'd Enter MARCUS ANDRONICUS, SATURNINUS, BASSIANUS, and Others. MAR. Long live lord Titus, my beloved brother, Gracious triumpher in the eyes of Rome! fwords: TIT. Thanks, gentle tribune, noble brother Marcus, And help to fet a head on headless Rome. To-morrow, yield up rule, refign my life, age, But not a scepter to control the world: Upright he held it, lords, that held it laft. MAR. Titus, thou shalt obtain and ask the empery. SAT. Proud and ambitious tribune, canft thou tell?_ TIT. Patience, prince Saturnine. SAT. Romans, do me right; Patricians, draw your fwords, and sheath them not Luc. Proud Saturnine, interrupter of the good That noble-minded Titus means to thee! TIT. Content thee, prince; I will restore to thee The people's hearts, and wean them from themselves. BAS. Andronicus, I do flatter thee, But honour thee, and will do till I die; My faction if thou strengthen with thy friends, I will moft thankful be: and thanks, to men Of noble minds, is honourable meed. TIT. People of Rome, and people's tribunes here, Will you bestow them friendly on Andronicus? And gratulate his fafe return to Rome, TIT. Tribunes, I thank you: and this suit I make, Crown him, and fay,-Long live our emperor! Lord Saturninus, Rome's great emperor; And fay,-Long live our emperor Saturnine! [A long flourish. SAT. Titus Andronicus, for thy favours done To us in our election this day, I give thee thanks in part of thy deferts, my heart, And in the facred Pantheon her efpoufe: Tell me, Andronicus, doth this motion please thee? VOL. V. M m The least of these unspeakable deferts, Romans, forget your fealty to me. TIT. Now, madam, are you prisoner to an emperor ; [TO TAMORA. To him, that for your honour and your state, Will ufe you nobly, and your followers. SAT. A goodly lady, truft me; of the hue That I would choose, were I to choose anew.— fair queen, that cloudy countenance; Clear up, Though chance of war hath wrought this change of cheer, Thou com'ft not to be made a fcorn in Rome : Princely shall be thy ufage every way. Reft on my word, and let not discontent Daunt all your hopes; Madam, he comforts you LAV. Not I, my lord; fith true nobility SAT. Thanks, fweet Lavinia.-Romans, let us go: TIT. How, fir? Are you in earnest then, my lord? To do myself this reason and this right. [The Emperor courts TAMORA in dumb show. MAR. Suum cuique is our Roman justice : This prince in justice feizeth but his own. Luc. And that he will, and shall, if Lucius live. TIT. Traitors, avaunt! Where is the emperor's guard? Treason, my lord; Lavinia is furpriz❜d. SAT. Surpriz'd! By whom? BAS. By him that justly may Bear his betroth'd from all the world away. [Exeunt MARCUS and BASSIANUS, with LAVINIA. Mur. Brothers, help to convey her hence away, And with my fword I'll keep this door fafe. [Exeunt LUCIUS, QUINTUS, and MARTIUS. TIT. Follow, my lord, and I'll foon bring her back. MUT. My lord, you pass not here. TIT. What, villain boy! Barr'st me my way in Rome? [TITUS kills Mutius. MUT. Help Lucius, help! Re-enter LUCIUS. Luc. My lord, you are unjuft; and, more than fo, have flain your fon. In wrongful quarrel you TIT. Nor thou, nor he, are any fons of mine; My fons would never fo difhonour me: Traitor, restore Lavinia to the emperor. Luc. Dead, if you will; but not to be his wife, That is another's lawful promis'd love. [Exit. Was there none else in Rome to make a ftale of, Agree these deeds with that proud brag of thine, TIT. O monstrous ! what reproachful words are these? SAT. But go thy ways; go, give that changing piece To him that flourish'd for her with his fword: A valiant fon-in-law thou fhalt enjoy ; One fit to bandy with thy lawless fons, |