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Saturninus, son to the late emperor of Rome, and || Alarbus,

afterwards declared emperor himself. Chiron, sons to Tamora.

Aaron, a Moor, beloved by Tamora. Titus Andronicus, a noble Roman, general against A Captain, Tribune, Messenger, and Clown ; the Goths.

Romans. Marcus Andronicus, tribune of the people; and Goths, and Romans.

brother to Titus. Lucius,

Tamora, Queen of the Goths. Quintus,

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

A Nurse, and a black Child. Mutius,

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

Soldiers, and Attendants.
Publius, son to Marcus the tribune.
Æmilius, a noble Roman.

Scene, Rome; and the country near it.

Plead your


Lives not this day within the city walls :

He by the senate is accited2 home, SCENE I.–Rome. Before the Capitol.., The That, with his sons, a terror to our foes,

From weary wars against the barbarous Goths; tomb of the Andronici appearing; the Tribunes || Hath yok'd a nation strong, train'd up in arms. and Senators aloft, as in the senate

. Enter; be. Ten years are spent, since first he undertook low, Saturninus and his Followers, on one side ; || This cause of Rome, and chastised with arms and Bassianus and his Followers, on the other ; |Our enemies' pride : Five times he hath return'd with drum and colours.

Bleeding to Rome, bearing his valiant sons

In coffins from the field;

And now at last, laden with honour's spoils,
NOBLE patricians, patrons of my right,

Returns the good Andronicus to Rome, Defend the justice of my cause with arms ;

Renowned Titus, flourishing in arms.

Let us entreat,-By honour of his name,
And, countrymen, my loving followers,
Plead my successive title with your swords :

Whom, worthily, you would have now succeed, I am his first-born son, that was the


And in the Capitol and senate's right, That ware the imperial diadem of Rome;

Whom you pretend to honour and adore,

That Then let my father's honours live in me,

you withdraw

and abate you,

your strength; Nor mine wrong

Dismiss your followers, and, as suitors should, with this indignity. age

deserts in Bas. Romans,-- friends, followers, favourers of

and humbleness.

peace my right,

Sat. How fair the tribune speaks to calm my If ever Bassianus, Cæsar's son,

thoughts ! Were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome,

Bas. Marcus Andronicus, so I do affy Keep then this passage to the Capitol ;

In thy uprightness and integrity, And suffer not dishonour to approach

And so I love and honour thee and thine,

Thy nobler brother Titus, and his sons,
The imperial seat, to virtue consecrate,
To justice, continence, and nobility :

And her to whom my thoughts are humbled all,

Gracious Lavinia, Rome's rich ornament, But let desert in pure election shine;

That I will here dismiss my loving friends ; And, Romans, fight for freedom in your choice.

And to my fortunes, and the people's favour, Enter Marcus Andronicus aloft, with the crown. Commit my cause in balance to be weigh’d.

Exeunt the Followers of Bassianus. Mar. Princes that strive by factions, and by Sat. Friends, that have been thus forward in my friends,

right, Ambitiously for rule and empery, —

I thank you all, and here dismiss you all; Know, that the people of Rome, for whom weAnd to the love and favour of my country stand

Commit myself, my person, and the cause. A special party, have, by their common voice,

[Exeunt the Followers of Saturninus. In election for the Roman empery,

Rome, be as just and gracious unto me, Chosen Andronicus, surnamed Pius,

As I am confident and kind to thee.-For many good and great deserts to Rome;

Open the gates, and let me in. A nobler man, a braver warrior,

Bas. Tribunes! and me, a poor competitor.

(Sat. and Bas. go into the Capitol, and exeunt (1) i. e. Title to the succession. (2) Summoned. with Senators, Marcus, &c.



SCENE 11.The same. Enter a Captain, and || Draw near them then in being merciful:

Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge;
Cap. Romans, make way; The good Andronicus, Thrice-noble Titus, spare my first-born son.
Patron of virtue, Rome's best champion,

Tit. Patient yourself, madam, and pardon me. Successful in the battles that he fights,

These are their brethren, whom you Goths behelt With honour and with fortune is return'd, Alive, and dead; and for their brethren slain, Erom where he circumscribed with his sword; Religiously they ask a sacrifice: And brought to yoke, the enemies of Rome. To this your son is mark'd; and die he must,

To Flourish of trumpets, &c.

Enter Mutius and

appease their groaning shadows that are gone: Martiusafter them, two men bearing a coffin, and with our swords, upon a pile of wood,

Luc. Away with him! and make a fire straight; covered with black; then Quintus and Lucius. Let's hew his limbs, till they be clean consum'd. After them, Titus Andronicus ; and then Ta

(Exeunt Lucius, Quintus, Martius, and Mutius, mora, with Alarbus, Chiron, Demetrius, Aaron,

with Alarbus. and other Goths, prisoners; Soldiers and People,

Tam. O cruel, irreligious piety ! following. The bearers set down the coffin, and

Chi. Was ever Scythia half so barbarous? Titus speaks.

Dem. Oppose not Scythia to ambitious Rome. Tit. Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mouming || Alarbus goes to rest; and we survive weeds!

To tremble under Titus' threatening look. Lo, as the bark that hath discharg'd her fraught, Then, madam, stand resolv’d; but hope withal, Returns with precious lading to the bay, The self-same gods, that arm'd the queen

of Troy From whence at first she weigh'd her anchorage, With opportunity of sharp revenge Cometh Andronicus, bound with laurel boughs, Upon the Thracian tyrant in his tent, To re-salute his country with his tears ;

May favour Tamora, the queen

of Goths Tears of true joy for his return to Rome. — (When Goths were Goths, and Tamora was queen) Thou great defender of this Capitol,2

To quit the bloody wrongs upon her foes.
Stand gracious to the rites that we intend!
Romans, of five and twenty valiant sons,

Re-enter Lucius, Quintus, Martius, and Mutius, Half of the number that king Priam had,

with their swords bloody. Behold the poor remains, alive, and dead!

Luc. See, lord and father, how we have perform'di These, that survive, let Rome reward with love; Our Roman rites: Alarbus' limbs are lopp'd, These, that I bring unto their latest home, And entrails feed the sacrificing fire, With burial amongst their ancestors :

Whose smoke, like incense, doth perfume the sky. Here Goths have given me leave to sheathe my || Remaineth nought, but to inter our brethren, sword.

And with loud ’larums welcome them to Rome. Titus, unkind, and careless of thine own,

Tit. Let it be so, and let Andronicus Why suffer'st thou thy sons, unburied yet; Make this his latest farewell to their souls. To hover on the dreadful shore of Styx?

[Trumpets sounded, and the coffins laid in Make way to lay them by their brethren.

the tomb.
The tomb is opened. ||In peace and honour rest you here, my sons ;
There greet in silence, as the dead are wont, Rome's readiest champions, repose you here,
And sleep in peace, slain in your country's wars! Secure from worldly chances and mishaps !
O sacred receptacle of my joys;

Here lurks no treason, here no envy swells,
Sweet cell of virtue and nobility,

Here grow no damned grudges; here, are no storms, How many sons of mine hast thou in store; No noise, but silence and eternal sleep: That thou wilt never render to me more?

Enter Lavinia. Luc. Give us the proudest prisoner of the Goths, That we may hew his limbs, and, on a pile, In peace and honour rest you here, my sons ! Ad manes fratum sacrifice his flesh,

Lav. In peace and honour live lord Titus long; Before this earthly prison of their bones ; My noble lord and father, live in fame! That so the shadows be not unappeas'd, Lo! at this tomb my tributary tears Nor we disturb'd with prodigies on earth.3 I render, for my brethren's obsequies;

Tit. I give him you; the noblest that survives, || And at thy feet I kneel with tears of joy The eldest son of this distressed queen.

Shed on the earth, for thy return to Rome : T'am. Stay, Roman brethren ;--Gracious con-|O, bless me here with thy victorious hand, queror,

Whose fortunes Rome's best citizens applaud. Victorious Titus, rue the tears I shed,

Tit. Kind Rome, that hast thus lovingly reserv'd
A mother's tears in passion for her son: The cordial of mine age to glad my heart !
And, if thy sons were ever dear to thee, Lavinia, live; outlive thy father's days,
O, think my son to be as dear to me.

And fame's eternal date, for virtue's praise !
Sufficeth not, that we are brought to Rome,
To beautify thy triumphs, and return,

Enter Marcus Andronicus, Saturninus, Bassianus,

and others. Captive to thee, and to thy Roman yoke; But must my sons be slaughter'd in the streets,. Mar. Long live lord Titus, my beloved brother, For valiant doings in their country's cause? Gracious triumpher in the eyes of Rome! 0! if to fight for king and common weal

Tit. Thanks, gentle tribune, noble brother Were piety in thine, it is in these.

Marcus. Andronicus, stain not thy tomb with blood : Mar. And welcome, nephews, from successful Wilt thou draw near the nature of the gods?


You that survive, and you that sleep in fame. (1) Freight. (2) Jupiter, to whom the Capitol was sacred. (4) Suffering

(3) It was supposed that the ghosts of unburied (5) He wishes that her life may be longer than people appeared to solicit the rites of funeral. his, and her praise longer than fame.

Fair lords, your fortunes are alike in all, Tell me, Andronicus, doth this motion please thee? That in your country's service drew your swords : T'it. It doth, my worthy lord ; and, in this match, But safer triumph is this funeral pomp,

I hold me highly honour'd of your grace: That hath aspir'd to Solon's happiness,

And here, in sight of Rome, to Saturnine,And triumphs over chance, in honour's bed. - King and commander of our common-weal, Titus Andronicus, the people of Rome,

The wide world's emperor,--do I consecrate Whose friend in justice thou hast ever been, My sword, my chariot, and my prisoners ; Send thee by me, their tribune, and their trust, Presents well worthy Rome's imperial lord : This palliament2 of white and spotless hue; Receive them then, the tribute that I owe, And name thee in election for the empire, Mine honour's ensigns humbled at thy feet. With these our late-deceased emperor's sons : Sat. Thanks, noble Titus, father of my life! Be candidatus then, and put it on,

How proud I am of thee, and of thy gifts, And help to set a head on headless Rome. Rome shall record ; and, when I do forget

Tit. Å better head her glorious body fits, The least of these unspeakable deserts, Than his, that shakes for age and feebleness : Romans. forget your fealty to me. What! should I don this robe, and trouble you? Tit. Now, madam, are you prisoner to an em: Be chosen with proclamations to-day ;


(To Tamora. To-morrow, yield up rule, resign my life, To him that, for your honour and your state, And set abroad new business for you all ? Will use you nobly, and your followers. Rome, I have been thy soldier forty years,

Sat. A goodly lady, trust me; of the hue And buried one and twenty valiant sons,

That I would choose, were I to choose anew.Knighted in field, slain manfully in arms, Clear up, fair queen, that cloudy countenance; In right and service of their noble country : Though chance of war hath wrought this change Give me a staff of honour for mine age,

of cheer, But not a sceptre to control the world :

Thou com'st not to be made a scorn in Rome: Upright he held it, lords, that held it last. Princely shall be thy usage every way.

Mar. Titus, thou shalt obtain and ask the empery || Rest on my word, and let not discontent
Sat. Proud and ambitious tribune, canst thou tell? || Daunt all your hopes ; Madam, he comforts you,
T'it. Patience, prince Saturnine.

Can make you greater than the queen of Goths.Sat.

Romans, do me right;- || Lavinia, you are not displeas'd with this ? Patricians, draw your swords, and sheath them not Lav. Not I, my lord; siths true nobility Til Saturninus be Rome's emperor :

Warrants these words in princely courtesy. Andronicus, would thou wert shipp'd to hell, Sat. Thanks, sweet Lavinia.-Romans, let us go : Rather than rob me of the people's hearts. Ransomless here we set our prisoners free:

Luc. Proud Saturnine, interrupter of the good Proclaim our honours, lords, with trump and drum. That noble-minded Titus means to thee !

Bas. Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is mine. Tit. Content thee, prince; I will restore to thee

(Seizing Lavinia. The people's hearts, and wean them from them- Tit. How, sir? Are you in earnest then, my selves.

lord? Bas. Andronicus, I do not flatter thee,

Bas. Ay, noble Titus; and resolv'd withal, But honour thee, and will do till I die;

To do myself this reason and this right. My faction if thou strengthen with thy friends, (The emperor courts Tamora in dumb show. I will most thankful be: and thanks, to men Mar. Suum cuique is our Roman justice : Of noble minds, is honourable meed.

This prince in justice seizeth but his own. Tit. People of Rome, and people's tribunes here, Luc. And that he will, and shall, if Lucius live. I ask your voices, and your suffrages ;

Tit. Traitors, avaunt! Where is the emperor's Will you bestow them friendly on Andronicus?

guard Trib. To gratify the good Andronicus, Treason, my lord; Lavinia is surpris’d. And gratulate his safe return to Rome,

Sat. Surpris'd! By whom? The people will accept whom he admits.


By him that justly may Tit. Tribunes, I thank you : and this suit I make, Bear his betroth'd from all the world away. That you create your emperor's eldest son,

(Exeunt Marcus and Bassianus, with Lavinia. Lord Saturnine ; whose virtues will, I hope, Mut. Brothers, help to convey her hence away, Reflect on Rome, as Titan'ga rays on earth, And with my sword I'll keep this door safe. And ripen justice in this common-weal :

(Éxeunt Lucius, Quintus, and Martius. Then if you will elect by my advice,

T'it. Follow, my lord, and I'll soon bring her back. Crown him, and say,-Long live our emperor! Mut. My lord, you pass not here. Mar. With voices and applause of every sort,


What, villain boy! Patricians, and plebeians, we create

Barr'st me my way in Rome? Lord Saturninus, Rome's great emperor ;

[Titus kills Mutius. And say,-Long live our emperor Saturnine? Mut.

Help, Lucius, help. (A long flourish.

Re-enter Lucius.
Sat. Titus Andronicus, for thy favours done
To us in our election this day,

Luc. My lord, you are unjust : and, more than so,
I give thee thanks in part of thy deserts, In wrongful quarrel you have slain your son.
And will with deeds requite thy gentleness : Tit. Nor thou, nor he, are any sons of nine :
And, for an onset, Titus, to advance

My sons would never so dishonour me : Thy name, and honourable family,

Traitor, restore Lavinia to the emperor. Lavinia will I make my emperess,

Luc. Dead, if you will; but not to be his wife, Rome's royal mistress, mistress of my heart, That is another's lawful promis'd love. (Exit. And in the sacred Pantheon her espouse :

Sat. No, Titus, no; the emperor needs her not, (1) The maxim alluded to is, that no man can (2) A robe.

(3) i. e. Do on, put it on. be pronounced happy before his death.

The sun's.

(5) Since.

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