O sacred receptacle of my joys, That thou wilt never render to me more! Our Roman rites: Alarbus' limbs are lopp'd, Luc. Give us the proudest prisoner of the Remaineth nought, but to inter our brethren, Goths, That we may hew his limbs, and on a pile The eldest son of this distressed queen. 100 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 coffin laid in the tomb. In peace and honor rest you here, my sons ; Rome's readiest champions, repose you here in rest, 151 Secure from worldly chances and mishaps! Here lurks no treason, here no envy swells, Here grow no damned grudges; here are no Tam. Stay, Roman brethren! Gracious storms. No noise, but silence and eternal sleep: Enter LAVINIA. To beautify thy triumphs and return, 110 Lav. In peace and honor live Lord Titus long; Were piety in thine, it is in these. Andronicus, stain not thy tomb with blood : My noble lord and father, live in fame ! 160 Tit. Kind Rome, that hast thus lovingly reserved gone. Alive and dead, and for their brethren slain Tam. O cruel, irreligious piety ! But safer triumph is this funeral pomp, Tit. A better head her glorious body fits 190 I hold me highly honor'd of your grace: Sat. Thanks, noble Titus, father of my life! Tit. [To Tamora] Now, madam, are you prisoner to an emperor; To him that, for your honor and your state, Will use you nobly and your followers. 260 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, Titus, when wert thou wont to walk alone, 339 Dishonor'd thus, and challenged of wrongs? Re-enter MARCUS, LUCIUS, QUINTUS, and MARTIUS. Marc. O Titus, see, O, see what thou hast done! In a bad quarrel slain a virtuous son. Tit. No, foolish tribune, no; no son of mine, Nor thou, nor these, confederates in the deed That hath dishonor'd all our family; Unworthy brother, and unworthy sons! Luc. But let us give him burial, as be comes; Give Mutius burial with our brethren. Tit. Traitors, away! he rests not in this tomb: 351 This monument five hundred years hath stood, are these? pany. Quin. And shall, or him we will accomMart. Sat. But go thy ways; go, give that Tit. And shall!' what villain was it changing piece spake that word? To him that flourish'd for her with his sword: Quin. He that would vouch it in any place 360 Tit. What, would you bury him in my despite ? Marc. 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 honor thou hast wounded: Dost overshine the gallant'st dames of Rome, If thou be pleased with this my sudden choice, Behold, I choose thee, Tamora, for my bride, And will create thee empress of Rome, My foes I do repute you every one ; 320 Quin. Not I, till Mutius' bones be buried. Speak, Queen of Goths, dost thou applaud my choice? And here I swear by all the Roman gods, [Marcus and the Sons of Titus kneel. Marc. Brother, for in that name doth nature plead, 370 Sith priest and holy water are so near Quin. Father, and in that name doth nature And tapers burn so bright and every thing speak, In readiness for Hymenæus stand, Tit. Speak thou no more, if all the rest will I will not re-salute the streets of Rome, speed. Or climb my palace, till from forth this place I lead espoused my bride along with me. Tam. And here, in sight of heaven, to Rome I swear, If Saturnine advance the Queen of Goths, 330 Sat. Ascend, fair queen, Pantheon. Lords, Marc. Renowned Titus, more than half my soul, To be dishonor'd by my sons in Rome ! [Mutius is put into the tomb. Luc. There lie thy bones, sweet Mutius, with thy friends, Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomb. I should be author to dishonor you! All. [Kneeling] No man shed tears for Whose fury not dissembled speaks his griefs : noble Mutius; He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause. Tit. I know not, Marcus; but I know it is : Whether by device or no, the heavens can tell: Is she not then beholding to the man Then, at my suit, look graciously on him; won at last; Dissemble all your griefs and discontents : 450 Yes, and will nobly him remunerate. Flourish. Re-enter, from one side, SATUR- Sat. So, Bassianus, you have play'd your prize : Andronicus ; God give you joy, sir, of your gallant bride! Take up this good old man, and cheer the no more, 401 Nor wish no less; and so, I take my leave. My truth-betrothed love and now my wife ? Sat. 'Tis good, sir: you are very short with us; But, if we live, we'll be as sharp with you. 410 With his own hand did slay his youngest son, Tit. Prince Bassianus, leave to plead my 'Tis thou and those that have dishonor'd me. Rome and the righteous heavens be my judge, How I have loved and honor'd Saturnine! Tam. My worthy lord, if ever Tamora Were gracious in those princely eyes of thine, Then hear me speak indifferently for all; 430 And at my suit, sweet, pardon what is past. Sat. Rise, Titus, rise; my empress hath 450 These words, these looks, infuse new life in me. Tam. Titus, I am incorporate in Rome, Luc. We do, and vow to heaven and to his That what we did was mildly as we might, Sat. Away, and talk not; trouble us no more. Tam. Nay, nay, sweet emperor, we must all be friends: 479 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 Sat. What, madam! be dishonor'd openly, | Lavinia, though you left me like a churl, Enter DEMETRIUS and CHIRON, braving. Dem. Chiron, thy years want wit, thy wit wants edge, And manners, to intrude where I am graced; To serve, and to deserve my mistress' grace; Aar. [Aside] Clubs, clubs! these lovers will not keep the peace. Dem. Why, boy, although our mother, un advised, Gave you a dancing-rapier by your side, friends? 40 Are you so desperate grown, to threat your Go to; have your lath glued within your sheath Till you know better how to handle it. Chi. Meanwhile, sir, with the little skill I have, Full well shalt thou perceive how much I dare Dem. Ay, boy, grow ye so brave? [They draw. Aar. [Coming forward] Why, how now, lords! So near the emperor's palace dare you draw, |