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Of her two branches, those sweet ornaments, (14)
those Sweet ornaments,
As half thy love! ] As balf her love ? But might they gain any part of her love or would the not consent to embrace 'em so much as with one arm ? the poet had no such stuff in his thoughts. My coro rection restores the true meaning; that tho' Princes languishod to Deep in her arms, they could not obtain their suit, or have her love. The very fame corruption has obtain'd in our author's tale of Cepbalus and Procris :
And looks, as do the trees by winter nipt,
Whom frost and cold of fruit and leaves balf tript.
He would not then have touch'd them for his life.
Do not draw back, for we will mourn with thee : - Oh, could our mourning ease thy misery! [Exeunt.
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Enter the Judges and Senators, with Marcus and Quintus
bound, paffing on the page to the place of execution, and Titus going before, pleading.
For pity of mine age, whose youth was spent
my blood in Rome's great quarrel shed,
[Andronicus lieth dorun, and the Judges pass by bin.
That shall diftil from these two ancient ruins,
Enter Lucius with his sword drawn.
Luc. Oh, noble father, you lament in vain ;
Tit. Ah, Lucius, for thy brothers let me plead ;-
Luc. My gracious Lord, no tribune hears you speak.
Tit. Why, 'tis no matter, man ; if they did hear, Thou would not mark me; or if they did mark, They would not pity me. Therefore I tell my sorrows to the stones, Who, tho' they cannot answer my distress, Yet in some sort they're better than the tribunes, For that they will not intercept my tale ; When I do weep, they humbly at my feet Receive my tears, and seem to weep with me: And were they but attired in grave weeds, Rome could afford no tribune like to these. A stone is soft as wax, tribunes more hard than stones: A stone is silent, and offendeth not, And tribunes with their tongues doom men to death. But wherefore stand' it thou with thy weapon drawn?
(15) Than youthful April shall with all her show'rs;] This is the reading of our poetical editors only; the older copies have it rightly --with all his foow'rs. If they had not remember'd Ovid in his Fafi, lib. IV. ver.
.89. (Aprilem memorant ab aperto tempore di&tum :
Quem Venus injecta vindicat alma manu.) They might, at least, have remembred the first rule in their Propria quæ maribus, that all months and winds are masculines.
Luc. To rescue my two brothers from their death ;
Tit. O happy man, they have befriended thee :
and Rome affords no prey
Enter Marcus, and Lavinia.
Tit. Will it consume me? let me see it then.
Tit. Faint-hearted boy, arise and look upon her :
hands too, For they have fought for Rome, and all in vain : And they have nurs'd this woe, in feeding life: In bootless prayer have they been held up, And they have serv'd me to effectless ufe. Now all the service I require of them, (16)
what accursed band Hath made thee handless in thy father's light ?] But tho’ Lavinia appeared handless in her father's presence, she was not made so in bis right. And if that be the true reading, it can at best bear but this poor meaning, what curs’d hand hath robb’d thee of thy hands, for thy father to see thee in that condition? The light alteration I have given, adds a much more reasonable complaint, and aggravates the sentiment. What cursed hand hath robb’d thee of thy bands, only in despight to thy father, only to encrease his torments:
Is that the one will help to cut the other :
Luc. Speak, gentle fifter, who hath martyr'd thee?
Mar. 6, that delightful engine of her thoughts,
Luc. Oh, say thou for her, who hath done this deed ?
Mar. O, thus I found her straying in the park,
Tit. It was my deer; and he, that wounded her,
husband. Perchance, because she knows them innocent. Tit. If they did kill thy husband, then be joyful,