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Sat. Noble patricians, patrons of my right, Defend the justice of my cause with arms; And, countrymen, my loving followers, Plead my successive title with your swords: I am his first-born son, that was the last That wore the imperial diadem of Rome; Then let my father's honours live in me, Nor wrong mine age with this indignity. Bas. Romans, friends, followers, favourers of my right,If ever Bassianus, Cesar's son, Were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome, Keep then this passage to the Capitol; And suffer not dishonour to approach The imperial seat, to virtue consecrate, To justice, continence, and nobility: But let desert in pure election shine; And, Romans, fight for freedom in your choice.

Enter MARCUS ANDRONICUS, aloft, with the


A special party, have, by their common voice,
In election for the Roman empery,
Chosen Andronicus, surnamed Pius
For many good and great deserts to Rome;
A nobler man, a braver warrior,
Lives not this day within the city walls:
He by the senate is accited home,
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.
Ten years are spent, since first he undertook
This cause of Rome, and chastised with arms
Our enemies' pride: Five times he hath re

Bleeding to Rome, bearing his valiant sons
In coffins from the field;

And now at last, laden with honour's spoils,
Renowned Titus, flourishing in arms.
Returns the good Andronicus to Rome,
Let us entreat,-By honour of his name,
Whom, worthily, you would have now succeed,
And in the Capitol and senate's right,
Whom you pretend to honour and adore,-
That you withdraw you, and abate your

Dismiss your followers, and, as suitors should,
Plead your deserts in peace and humbleness.
Sat. How fair the tribune speaks to calm my

Bas. Marcus Andronicus, so I do affy In thy uprightness and integrity,

Mar. Princes that strive by factions, and And so I love and honour thee and thine, by friends,

Ambitiously for rule and empery,

Thy nobler brother Titus, and his sons, [all,
And her, to whom my thoughts are humbled
That I will here dismiss my loving friends

Know, that the people of Rome, for whom we Gracious Lavinia, Rome's rich ornament,


I. e. My title to the succession,

* Summoned.

And to my fortunes, and the people's favour, Commit my cause in balance to be weigh'd.

[Exeunt the Followers of BASSIANUS. Sat. Friends, that have been thus forward in my right,

I thank you all, and here dismiss you all;
And to the love and favour of my country
Commit myself, my person, and the cause.
[Exeunt the Followers of SATURNINUS.
Rome, be as just and gracious unto me,
As I am confident and kind to thee.-
Open the gates, and let me in.

Bas. Tribunes! and me, a poor competitor. SAT. and BAS. go into the Capitol, and exeunt with SENATORS, MARCUS, &C.

SCENE II.-The same.
Enter a CAPTAIN, and Others.

Cap. Romans, make way; The good Andronicus,

Patron of virtue, Rome's best champion,
Successful in the battles that he fights,
With honour and with fortune is return'd,
From where he circumscribed with his sword,
And brought to yoke, the enemies of Rome.
Flourish of Trumpets, &c. Enter MUTIUS and
MARTIUS: after them, two Men bearing a Coffin
covered with black; then QUINTUS and LUCIUS.
After them, TITUS ANDRONICUS; and then
TRIUS, AARON, and other Goths, prisoners;
Soldiers and People following. The Bearers
set down the Coffin, and TITUS speaks.

Tit. Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning weeds! [fraught,* Lo, as the bark that hath discharged her Returns with precious lading to the bay, From whence at first she weigh'd her anchor


Cometh Andronicus, bound with laurel boughs,

To re-salute his country with his tears;
Tears of true joy for his return to Rome.-
Thou great defender of this Capitol,t
Stand gracious to the rights that we intend!
Romans, of five and twenty valiant sons,
Half of the number that king Priam had,
Behold the poor remains, alive, and dead!
These, that survive, let Rome reward with

These, that I bring unto their latest home,
With burial amongst their ancestors:
Here Goths have given me leave to sheath
my sword.

Titus, unkind, and careless of thine own,
Why suffer'st thou thy sons, unburied yet,
To hover on the dreadful shore of Styx?—
Make way to lay them by their brethren.
[The Tomb is opened.
There greet in silence, as the dead are wont,
And sleep in peace, slain in your country's
O sacred receptacle of my joys, [wars!
Sweet cell of virtue and nobility,
How many sons of mine hast thou in store,
That thou wilt never render to me more?
Luc. Give us the proudest prisoner of the

That we may hew his limbs, and, on a pile,
Ad manes fratrum sacrifice his flesh,
Before this earthly prison of their bones;
That so the shadows be not unappeas'd,
Nor we disturb'd with prodigies on earth.‡

Freight. + Jupiter, to whom the Capitol was sacred. It was supposed that the ghosts of unburied people appeared to solicit the rites of funeral,

Tit. give him you; the noblest that surThe eldest son of this distressed queen. [vives, Tam. Stay, Roman brethren; Gracious conqueror,

Victorious Titus, rue the tears I shed,
A mother's tears in passion for her son:
And, if thy sons were ever dear to thee,
O, think my son to be as dear to me.
Sufficeth not, that we are brought to Rome,
To beautify thy triumphs, and return,
Captive to thee, and to thy Roman yoke;
But must my sons be slaughter'd in the streets,
For valiant doings in their country's cause?
O! if to fight for king and common weal
Were piety in thine, it is in these.
Andronicus, stain not thy tomb with blood:
Wilt thou draw near the nature of the gods?
Draw near them then in being merciful;
Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge;
Thrice-noble Titus, spare my first-born son.
Tit. Patient yourself, madam, and pardon
These are their brethren, whom you Goths
Alive, and dead; and for their brethren slain,
Religiously they ask a sacrifice:


To this your son is mark'd; and die he must, To appease their groaning shadows that are

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[Exeunt LUCIUS, QUINTUS, MARTIUS, and MUTIUS, with ALARBUS. Tam. O cruel, irreligious piety!

Chi. Was ever Scythia half so barbarous?
Alarbus goes to rest; and we survive
Dem. Oppose not Scythia to ambitious Rome.
To tremble under Titus' threatening look. [al,
Then, madam, stand resolv'd; but hope with-
With opportunity of sharp revenge
The salf-same gods, that arm'd the queen of
Upon the Thracian tyrant in his tent,
May favour Tamora, the queen of Goths,
(When Goths were Goths, and Tamora was

To quit the bloody wrongs upon her foes.
TIUS, with their Swords bloody.

Luc. See, lord and father, how we have perform'd


Our Roman rites: Alarbus' limbs are lopp'd,
And entrails feed the sacrificing fire,
Whose smoke, like incense, doth perfume the
Remaineth nought, but to inter our brethren,
And with loud "larums welcome them to Rome.
Tit. Let it be so, and let Andronicus
Make this his latest farewell to their souls.

[Trumpets sounded, and the Coffins luid in the Tomb. In peace and honour rest you here, my sons; Rome's readiest champions, repose you here, Secure from worldly chances and mishaps! Here lurks no treason, here no envy swells, Here grow no damned grudges; here, are no storms,

No noise, but silence and eternal sleep:

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My noble lord and father, live in fame!
Lo! at this tomb my tributary tears
I render, for my brethren's obsequies;
And at thy feet I kneel with tears of joy
Shed on the earth, for thy return to Rome:
O, bless me here with thy victorious hand,
Whose fortunes Rome's best citizens applaud.
Tit. Kind Rome, that hast thus lovingly re-

The cordial of mine age to glad my heart!-
Lavinia, live; outlive thy father's days,
And fame's eternal date, for virtue's praise!*
BASSIANUS, and others.

Mar. Long live lord Titus, my beloved brother,

Gracious triumpher in the eyes of Rome!
Tit. Thanks, gentle tribune, noble brother


Mar. And welcome, nephews, from successful wars,

You that survive, and you that sleep in fame.
Fair lords, your fortunes are alike in all,
That in your country's service drew your


But safer triumph is this funeral pomp,
That hath aspir'd to Solon's happiness,t
And triumphs over chance in honour's bed.-
Titus Andronicus, the people of Rome,
Whose friend in justice thou hast ever been,
Send thee by me, their tribune, and their trust,
This palliament of white and spotless hue;
And name thee in election for the empire,
With these our late-deceased emperor's sons:
Be candidatus then, and put it on,
And help to set a head on headless Rome.

Tit. A better head her glorious body fits,
Than his, that shakes for age and feebleness:
What! should I dons this robe, and trouble
Be chosen with proclamations to-day; [you?
To-morrow, yield up rule, resign my life,
And set abroad new business for you all?
Rome, I have been thy soldier forty years,
And buried one and twenty valiant sons,
Knighted in field, slain manfully in arms,
In right and service of their noble country:
Give me a staff of honour for mine age,
But not a sceptre to control the world:
Upright he held it, lords, that held it last.
Mar. Titus, thou shalt obtain and ask the

Sat. Proud and ambitious tribune, canst

thou tell?

Tit. Patience, prince Saturnine. Sat. Romans, do me right;

I will most thankful be: and thanks, to men Of noble minds, is honourable meed.

Tit. People of Rome, and people's tribunes I ask your voices, and your suffrages; [here, Will you bestow them friendly on Andronicus? Trib. To gratify the good Andronicus, And gratulate his safe return to Rome, The people will accept whom he admits.

Tit. Tribunes, I thank you: and this suit I make,

That you create your emperor's eldest son,
Lord Saturnine; whose virtues will, I hope,
Reflect on Rome, as Titan's rays on earth,
And ripen justice in this common-weal :
Then if you will elect by my advice,
Crown him, and say,-Long live our emperor!
Mar. With voices and applause of every sort,
Patricians, and plebeians, we create
Lord Saturninus, Rome's great emperor;
And say,-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 deserts,
And, for an onset, Titus, to advance
And will with deeds requite thy gentleness:
Thy name, and honourable family,
Lavinia will I make my emperess,
Rome's royal mistress, mistress of my heart,
And in the sacred Pantheon her espouse.
Tell me, Andronicus, doth this motion please

Tit. It doth, my worthy lord; and, in this match,

I hold me highly honour'd of your grace: And here, in sight of Rome, to Saturnine,King and commander of our common-weal, The wide world's emperor,-do I consecrate My sword, my chariot, and my prisoners; Receive them then, the tribute that I owe, Presents well worthy Rome's imperial lord: Mine honour's ensigns humbled at thy feet.

Sat. Thanks, noble Titus, father of my life! How proud I am of thee, and of thy gifts, Rome shall record; and, when I do forget The least of these unspeakable deserts, 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 use you nobly, and your followers.

Sat. A goodly lady, trust me; of the hue That I would choose, were I to choose anew.Clear up, fair queen, that cloudy countenance; Though chance of war hath wrought this change

of cheer,

Patricians, draw your swords, and sheath Princely shall be thy usage every way.

Thou com'st not to be made a scorn in Rome:

them not

Till Saturninus be Rome's emperor :-
Andronicus, 'would thou wert shipp'd to hell,
Rather than rob me of the people's hearts.
Luc. Proud Saturnine, interrupter of the

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 not flatter thee, But honour thee, and will do till I die; My faction if thou strengthen with thy friends,

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Rest on my word, and let not discontent Daunt all your hopes; Madam, he comforts you, [Goths.Lavinia, you are not displeas'd with this? Can make you greater than the queen of

Lav. Not I, my lord; sith true nobility Warrants these words in princely courtesy. Sat. Thanks, sweet Lavinia.-Romans, let Ransomless here we set our prisoners free: Proclaim our honours, lords, with trump and drum.

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Mar. Suum cuique is our Roman justice:
This prince in justice seizeth but his own.
Luc. And that he will, and shall, if Lucius

Tit. Traitors, avaunt! Where is the emper-
or's guard?

Treason, my lord; Lavinia is surpris'd.
Sat. Surpris'd! by whom?

Bus. By him that justly may
Bear his betroth'd from all the world away.
[Exeunt MARCUS and BASSIANUS, with

Mut. Brothers, help to convey her hence

And with my sword I'll keep this door safe.


Tit. Follow my lord, and I'll soon bring her

Mut. My lord, you pass not here.
Tit. What, villain boy!
Barr'st me my way in Rome?

Tum. And here, in sight of heaven, to Rome
I swear,

If Saturnine advance the queen of Goths,
She will a handmaid be to his desires,
A loving nurse, a mother to his youth.
Sat. Ascend, fair queen, Pantheon:-Lords,


Your noble emperor, and his lovely bride,
Sent by the heavens for prince Saturnine,
Whose wisdom hath her fortune conquered:
There shall we cónsummate our spousal rites.
[Exeunt SATURNINUS, and his Follow-

ers; TAMORA, und her Sons; AARON,
and Goths.

Tit. I am not bid to wait upon this bride;-
Titus, when wert thou wont to talk alone,
Dishonour'd thus, and challenged of wrongs?


Mar. O, Titus, see, O, see, what thou hast
In a bad quarrel slain a virtuous son. [done!
Tit. No, foolish tribune, no; no son of

Nor thon, nor these, confederates in the deed

[TITUS kills MUTIUS. That hath dishonour'd all our family;
Unworthy brother, and unworthy sons!

Mut. Help, Lucius, help.

Re-enter Lucius.

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Not her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock:
I'll trust, by leisure, him that mocks me once;
Thee never, nor thy traitorous haughty sons,
Confederates all thus to dishonour me.
Was there none else in Rome to make a stale*
But Saturnine? Full well, Andronicus,
Agree these deeds with that proud brag of

That said'st, I begg'd the empire at thy hands.
Tit. O monstrous! what reproachful words
are these?

Sat. But go thy ways; go, give that changing

To him that flourish'd for her with his sword:
A valiant son-in-law thou shalt enjoy ;
One fit to bandy with thy lawless sons,
To rufflet in the commonwealth of Rome.
Tit. These words are razors to my wounded

Sat. And therefore, lovely Tamora, queen
of Goths,-
That like the stately Phoebe 'mongst her
Dost overshine the gallant'st dames of Rome,-
If thou be pleas'd with this my sudden choice,
Behold, I choose thee, Tamora, for my bride,
And will create thee emperess of Rome.
Speak, queen of Goths, dost thou applaud my


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Luc. But let us give him burial as becomes; Give Mutius burial with our brethren.

Tit. Traitors, away! he rests not in this


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spite ?

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

Tit. Marcus, even thou hast struck upon my crest,

And, with these boys, mine honour thou hast

My foes I do repute you every one;
So trouble me no more, but get you gone.
Mart. He is not with himself; let us with-

Quin. Not I, till Mutius' bones be buried.
[MARCUS and the Sons of TITUS kneel.
Mar. Brother, for in that name doth nature

Quin. Father, and in that name doth nature

Tit. Speak thou no more, if all the rest will speed.

Mar. Renowned Titus, more than half my soul,

Luc. Dear father, soul and substance of us

Mar. Suffer thy brother Marcus to inter
His noble nephew here in virtue's nest,
That died in honour and Livinia's cause.
Thou art a Roman, be not barbarous.
The Greeks upon advice, did bury Ajax
That slew himself; and wise Laertes' son
* Invited

Did graciously plead for his funerals.

Then, at my suit, look graciously on him;

Let not young Mutius then, that was thy joy, Lose not so noble a friend on vain suppose, Be barr'd his entrance here.

Tit. Rise, Marcus, rise:

The dismall'st day is this, that e'er I saw,To be dishonour'd by my sons in Rome!Well, bury him, and bury me the next. [MUTIUS is put into the Tomb. Luc. There lie thy bones, sweet Mutius, with thy friends,

Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomb!All. No man shed tears for noble Mutius; He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause. Mar. My lord,-to step out of these dreary dumps,

How comes it, that the subtle queen of Goths Is of a sudden thus advanc'd in Rome?

Tit. I know not, Marcus; but, I know, it is; Whether by device, or no, the heavens can tell: Is she not then beholden to the man That brought her for this high good turn so far? Yes, and will nobly him remunerate.

Flourish. Re-enter, at one side, SATURNINUS, attended; TAMORA, CHIRON, DEMETRIUS, and AARON: At the other, BASSIANUS, LAVINIA, and others.

Sut. So Bassianus, you have play'd your prize;

God give you joy, Sir, of your gallant bride. Bus. And you of yours, my lord: I say no


Nor wish no less; and so I take my leave. Sat. Traitor, if Rome have law, or we have

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Answer I must, and shall do with my life.
Only thus much I give your grace to know,
By all the duties that I owe to Rome,
This noble gentleman, lord Titus here,
Is in opinion, and in honour, wrong'd;
That, in the rescue of Lavinia,

With his own hand did slay his youngest son,
In zeal to you, and highly mov'd to wrath
To be control'd in that he frankly gave:
Receive him then to favour, Saturnine;
That hath express'd himself, in all his deeds,
A father, and a friend, to thee, and Rome.
Tit. Prince Bassianus, leave to plead my


'Tis thou, and those, that have dishonour'd me: Rome and the righteous heavens be my judge, How I have lov'd and honour'd Saturnine!

Tam. My worthy lord, if ever Tamora Were gracious in those princely eyes of thine, Then hear me speak indifferently for all; And at my suit, sweet, pardon what is past.

Sat. What! madam! be dishonour'd openly, And basely put it up without revenge?

Tam. Not so, my lord; The gods of Rome forefend,

I should be author to dishonour you!
But, on mine honour, dare I undertake
For good lord Titus' innocence in all,
Whose fury, not dissembled, speaks his griefs:
* Forbid.

Nor with sour looks afflict his gentle heart.-
My lord, be rul'd by me, be won at last, [Aside.
Dissemble all your griefs and discontents:
You are but newly planted in 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,)
Yield at entreats, and then let me alone:
I'll find a day to massacre them all,
And raze their faction, and their family,
The cruel father, and his traitorous sons,
To whom I sued for my dear son's life;
And make them know, what 'tis to let a queen
Kneel in the streets, and beg for grace in


Come, come, sweet emperor,-come, Androni-
Take up this good old man, and cheer the heart
That dies in tempest of thy angry frown.
Sat. Rise, Titus, rise; my empress hath


Tit. I thank your majesty, and her, my lord: These words, these looks, infuse new life in


A Roman now adopted happily,
Tam. Titus, I am incorporate in Rome,
And must advise the emperor for his good.
And let it be mine honour, good my lord,
This day all quarrels die, Andronicus ;-
That I have reconcil'd your friends and you.-
For you, prince Bassianus, I have pass'd
My word and promise to the emperor,
That you will be more mild and tractable.-
And fear not, lords, and you, Lavinia ;-
By my advice, all humbled on your knees,
You shall ask pardon of his majesty.

Luc. We do; and vow to heaven, and to his highness,

That, what we did, was mildly, as we might, Tend'ring our sister's honour, and our own. Mar. That on mine honour here I do pro


Sat. Away, and talk not; trouble us no


Tum. Nay, nay, sweet emperor, we must all be friends:

The tribune and his nephews kneel for grace;
I will not be denied. Sweet heart, look back.
Sat. Marcus, for thy sake, and thy brother's
I do remit these young men's heinous faults.
And at my lovely Tamora's entreats,
Stand up.


Lavinia, though you left me like a churl,
I would not part a bachelor from the priest.
I found a friend; and sure as death I swore,
Come, if the emperor's court can feast two

This day shall be a love-day, Tamora.
You are my guest, Lavinia, and your friends:

Tit. To-morrow, an it please your majesty, To hunt the panther and the hart with me, With horn and hound, we'll give your grace bonjour.

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


SCENE 1.-The same.-Before the Palace. Enter AARON.

Aar. Now climbeth Tamora Olympus' top, Safe out of fortune's shot; and sits aloft, Secure of thunder's crack, or lightning's flash;

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