The gates shut on me, and turned weeping out,
To beg relief among Rome's enemies;
Who drowned their enmity in my true tears,
And oped their arms to embrace me as a friend.
And I am the turned-forth, be it known to you,
That have preserved her welfare in my blood;
And from her bosom took the enemy's point,
Sheathing the steel in my adventurous body.
Alas! you know I am no vaunter, I;

My scars can witness, dumb although they are,
That my report is just, and full of truth.

But, soft; methinks I do digress too much,

Citing my worthless praise. O, pardon me;

For when no friends are by, men praise themselves. Mar. Now is my turn to speak. Behold this child, [Pointing to the Child in the arms of an

Attendant.

Of this was Tamora delivered;

The issue of an irreligious Moor,

Chief architect and plotter of these woes;
The villain is alive in Titus' house,

Damned as he is, to witness this is true.

Now judge, what cause had Titus to revenge
These wrongs, unspeakable, past patience,

Or more than any living man could bear.

Now you have heard the truth, what say you, Romans?
Have we done aught amiss? Show us wherein,
And, from the place where you behold us now,

The poor remainder of Andronici

Will, hand in hand, all headlong cast us down,1
And on the ragged stones beat forth our brains,
And make a mutual closure of our house.
Speak, Romans, speak; and, if you say, we shall,
Lo, hand in hand, Lucius and I will fall.

Emil. Come, come, thou reverend man of Rome, And bring our emperor gently in thy hand,

Lucius our emperor; for, well I know,

The common voice do cry, it shall be so.

Rom. [Several speak.] Lucius, all hail; Rome's royal emperor !

1 i. e. we, the poor remainder, &c. will cast us down.

LUCIUS, &c. descend.

Mar. Go, go into old Titus' sorrowful house;

[To an Attendant. And hither hale that misbelieving Moor,

To be adjudged some direful, slaughtering death,
As punishment for his most wicked life.

Rom. [Several speak.] Lucius, all hail; Rome's gracious governor!

Luc. Thanks, gentle Romans. May I govern so, To heal Rome's harms, and wipe away her woe! But, gentle people, give me aim awhile,For nature puts me to a heavy task ;Stand all aloof,—but, uncle, draw you near, To shed obsequious tears upon this trunk.O, take this warm kiss on thy pale, cold lips,

[Kisses TITUS. These sorrowful drops upon thy blood-stained face, The last true duties of thy noble son!

Mar. Tear for tear, and loving kiss for kiss, Thy brother Marcus tenders on thy lips.

O, were the sum of these that I should pay

Countless and infinite, yet would I pay them!

Luc. Come hither, boy; come, come, and learn of us To melt in showers. Thy grandsire loved thee well; Many a time he danced thee on his knee,

Sung thee asleep, his loving breast thy pillow;
Many a matter hath he told to thee,

Meet and agreeing with thine infancy;

In that respect, then, like a loving child,
Shed yet some small drops from thy tender spring,
Because kind nature doth require it so.

Friends should associate friends in grief and wo.
Bid him farewell; commit him to the grave;
Do him that kindness, and take leave of him.

Boy. O grandsire, grandsire! even with all my heart
Would I were dead, so you did live again!—
O Lord, I cannot speak to him for weeping;
My tears will choke me if I ope my mouth.

Enter Attendants, with AARON.

1 Rom. You sad Andronici, have done with woes; Give sentence on this execrable wretch,

That hath been breeder of these dire events.

Luc. Set him breast-deep in earth, and famish him; There let him stand, and rave and cry for food.

If any one relieves or pities him,

For the offence he dies. This is our doom:
Some stay, to see him fastened in the earth.

Aar. Ŏ, why should wrath be mute, and fury dumb? I am no baby, I, that, with base prayers,

I should repent the evils I have done;
Ten thousand, worse than ever yet I did,
Would I perform if I might have my will;
If one good deed in all my life I did,

I do repent it from my very soul.

Luc. Some loving friends convey the emperor hence, And give him burial in his father's grave.

My father, and Lavinia, shall forthwith.

Be closed in our household's monument.

As for that heinous tiger, Tamora,

No funeral rite, nor man in mournful weeds,
No mournful bell shall ring her burial ;

But throw her forth to beasts and birds of prey.
Her life was beast-like, and devoid of pity;
And, being so, shall have like want of pity.
See justice done to Aaron, that damned Moor,
By whom our heavy haps had their beginning;
Then, afterwards, to order well the state,
That like events may ne'er it ruinate.

[Exeunt.

ALL the editors and critics agree in supposing this play spurious. I see no reason for differing from them; for the color of the style is wholly different from that of the other plays, and there is an attempt at regular versification, and artificial closes, not always inelegant, yet seldom pleasing. The barbarity of the spectacles, and the general massacre which are here exhibited, can scarcely be conceived tolerable to any audience; yet we are told by Jonson that they were not only borne, but praised. That Shakspeare wrote any part, though Theobald declares it incontestable, I see no reason for believing.

JOHNSON.