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O sacred receptacle of my joys,
Sweet ceil 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

Goths,
That we may hew his limbs, and on a pile
ad manes fratrum sacrifice his flesh,
Before this earthy prison of their bones ;
That so the shadows be not unappeased, 100
Nor we disturb'd with prodigies on earth.
Tit. I give him you, the noblest that sur-

vives, The eldest son of this distressed queen. Tam, Stay, Roman brethren! Gracious

conqueror, Vietorious 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 iny son to be as dear to me! Sufficeth not that we are brought to Rome, To beautify thy triumphs and return, 110 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 ? 0, if to fight for king and commonweal 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 me.

121 These are their brethren, whom you Goths

beheld 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 gone.

[straight; Luc Away with him ! and make a fire And with our swords, upon a pile of wood, Let's hew his limbs till they be clean consumed. [Exeunt Lucius, Qrintus, Murtius, and

Multius, with Alarbur. Tam. O cruel, irreligious piety! 130 Chi. Was ever Scythia hall so barbarous? Dem. Oppose not Scythia to ambitious

Romne. Alarbns goes to rest ; and we survive To tremble under Titus' threatening looks. Then, madam, stand resolved, but hope withal The self-same gods that arm'd the Queen of

Troy With opportunity of sharp revenge Upon the Thracian tyrant in his tent, May favor Tamora, the Queen of GothsWhen Goths were Goths and Tamora was queen

110 To quit the bloody wrongs upon her foes. Renter LUCIUS, QUINTUS, MARTIUS, ani

MUTits, with their swords bloody. Luc. See, lord and father, how we hare

perform'd

Our Roman rites : Alarbus' limbs are lopp'd,
And entrails feed the sacriticing fire,
Whose smoke, like incense, doth perfume the

sky. 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 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

storms, No noise, but silence and eternal sleep : In peace and honor rest you here, my sons !

Enter LAVINIA. Lav. In peace and honor live Lord Titus

long ; My noble lord and father, live in fame! Lo, at this tomb my tributary tears I render, for my brethren's obsequies ; 160 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

reserved 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 ! Enter, below, MARCUS ANDRONICUS and Tri

bunes; re-enter SATURNINUS and BASSIANUS attended. Marc. Long live Lord Titus, my beloved

brother, Gracious triumpher in the eyes of Rome! 170 Tit. Thanks, gentle tribune, noble brother

Marcus. Marc. And welcome, nephews, from suc

cessful wars, You that survive, and you that sleep in fame ! Fair lords, your fortunes are ali e in all, That in your country's service drew your

swords : But safer triumph is this funeral pomp, That hath aspired to Solon's bappiness And triumphs over chance in honor's bed. Titas Andronicus, the people of Rome, 179 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 ieebleness: What should I don this robe, and trouble you? Be chosen with proclamations to-day, 190 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 led my country's strength successfully,
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 honor for mine age,
But not a sceptre to control the world :
Upright he held it, lords, that held it last. 200
Marc. Titus, thou shalt obtain and ask the

empery, Sat. Proud and ambitious tribune, canst.

thou tell ? Tit. Patience, Prince Saturninus. Sat.

Romans, do me right : Patricians, draw your swords, and sheathe

thein not Till Saturninos 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

good That noble-minded Titus means to thee ! Til. Content thee, prince ; I will restore to thee

210 The people's hearts, and wean them from

themselves. B's. Andronicus, I do not flatter thee, But honor thee, anit will do till I die : My faction is thou strengthen with thy friends, I will inost thankful be ; and thanks to men Of noble minds is honorzile meed. Tit. People of Rome, and people's tribunes

here, I ask your voices and your suffrages : Will you bestow them friendly on Andronicus?

Tribunes. To gratify the good Andronicus, And gratulate his safe return to Rome, 221 The people will accept whom he admits. Tit. Tribunes, I thank you: aud this suit I

make, That you create your emperor's eldest son, Lord Saturnine ; whose virtues will, I hope, Reflect on Rome as Titau's rays on earth, And ripen justice in this commonweal: Then, if you will elect by my advice, Crown him, and say 'Long live our emperor!' Marc. With voices and applause of every sort,

230 Patricians and plebeians, we create Lord Saturninus Rome's great emperor, And say 'Long live our Emperor Saturnine!'

[A long flourish till they come down. Sat. Titus Andronicus, for thy favors done To us in our election this day, I give thee thanks in part of thy deserts, And will with deeds requite thy gentleness: And, for an onset, Titus, to advance Thy name and honorable family, Lavinia will I make my empress,

240 Rome's royal mistress, mistress of my heart, And in the sacred Pantheon her espouse : Tell me, Andronicus, doth this motion please

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

match

I hold me highly honor'd of your grace:
And here in sight of Rome to Saturnine,
King and commander of our commonweal,
The wide world's emperor, do I consecrate
My sword, my chariot and my prisoners ;
Presents well worthy Rome's imperial lord:
Receive them then, the tribute that I owe, 251
Mine honor'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 uuspeakable deserts,
Romans, forget your fealty to me.
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 pose, were I choose anew. Clear up, fair queen, that cloudy countenance : Though chance of war hath wrought this

change of cheer, Thou comest not to be made a scorn in Rome: Princely shall be thy usage every way. Rest on my word, and let not discontent Daunt all your hopes: madam, he comforts you Can make you greater than the Queen of Goths. Lavinia, you are not displeased with this? 270

Lav. Not I, my lord; sith true nobility Warrants these words in princely courtesy. Sat. Thanks, sweet Lavinia. Romans, let

us go; Ransomless here we set our prisoners free: Proclaim our honors, lords, with trump and

drum.
[Flourish. Saturninus courts Tamora

in dumb show. Bas. Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is mine.

[Seizing Lavinia. Tit. How, sir! are you in earnest then, my

lord ? Bas. Ay, noble Titus ; and resolved withal To do myself this reason and this right. Marc. Suum cuique' is our Roman justice :

280 This prince in justice seizeth but his own. Luc. And that he will, and shall, if Lucius

live. Tit. Traitors, avaunt! Where is the em

peror's guard ?
Treason, my lord ! Lavinia is surprised !

Sat. Surprised ! by whom ?
Bas,

By himn that justly may
Bear his betroth'd from all the world away.

[Exeunt Bassianus and Marcus with Lavinia. Mut. Brothers, help to convey her hence

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

[Ereunt Lucius, Quintus, and Martius. Tit. Follow, my lord, and I'll soon bring

her back. Mut. My lord, you pass not here. 289 Tit.

What, villain boy ! Barr'st me my way in Rome ? [Stabbing

Mutius. Mut.

Help, Lucius, help! [Dies

1

[Drering the fray, Saturninus, Tamora,

Demetrius, Chiron and Aaron go out and re-enter, above.

Re-enter Lucius. Luc My lord, you are unjust, and, more

than so, In wrongful quarrel you have slain your son.

Tit. Nor thou, nor he, are any sons of mine; My sons would never so dishonor me : Traitor, restore Lavinia to the emperor. Loc. Dead, if you will ; but not to be his

wile, That is another's lawful promised love. [Erit. Sat. No, Titus, no ; the emperor needs her

not, Nor her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock: 300 rll trust, by leisure, him that mocks me once ; Thee never, nor thy traitorous haughty sons, Confederates all thus to dishonor me. Was there none else in Rome to make a stale, Bat Saturnine ? Full well, Andronicus, Agree these deeds with that proud brag of

thine, That said'st I begg'd the empire at thy handş. Tit. O monstrous ! what reproachful words

are these ? Sat. But go thy ways; go, give that

changing piece To him that flourish'd for her with his sword: Avaliant son-in-law thou shalt enjoy ; 311 (me fit to bandy with thy lawless sons, To ruffle in the commonwealth of Rome. Tit. These words are razors to my wounded

heart. Sat. And therefore, lovely Tamora, queen

of Goths, That like the stately Phoebe 'mongst her

nymphs 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, 320 Speak, Queen of Goths, dost thou applaud

my choice ? And here I swear by all the Roman gods, Sith priest and boly water are so near And tapers brun so bright and every thing In readiness for Hymenæus stand, I will not re-salute the streets of Rome, 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 She will a handmaid be to his desires, A loving nurse, a mother to his youth. Sat. Ascend, fair queen, Pantheon. Lords,

accompany Your noble einperor and his lovely bride, Rent by the heavens for Prince Saturnine, Whose wisdom hath her fortune conquered : There shall we consummate our spousal rites.

[Exeunt all but Titus. Tit. I am not bid to wait upon this bride.

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 : This monument five hundred years hath stood, Which I have sumptuously re-edified : 351 Here none but soldiers and Rome's servitors Repose in fame ; none basely slain in brawls: Bury him where you can ; he comes not here.

Marc. My lord, this is impiety in you : My nephew Mutius' deeds do plead for him; He must be buried with his brethren.

Quin. | And shall, or him we will accom-
Mart.) pany.
Tit. And shall !' what villain was it

spake that word Quin. He that would vouch it in any place but here.

300 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 : 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

withdraw. Quin. Not I, till Mutius' bones be buried.

[Marcus and the Sons of Tituus kneel. Marc. Brother, for in that name doth nature plead,

370 Quin. Father, and in that name doth nature

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

speed. Marc. Renowned Titus, more than half my

soul, Luc. Dear father, soul and substance of

us all, Marc. Suffer thy brother Marcus to inter His noble nephew here in virtue's nest, That died in honor and Lavinia's cause. Thou art a Roman ; be not barbarons : The Greeks upon advice did bury Ajax That slew himself ; and wise Laertes' son 380 Did graciously plead for his funerals : Let not young Mutius, then, that was thy joy, Be barr'd his entrance here. Tit.

Rise, Marcus, rise. The dismall'st day is this that e'er I saw,

tell :

To be dishonor'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. [Kneeling] No man shed tears for

noble Mutius ; He lives in same that died in virtue's cause. Marc. My lord, to step out of these dreary dumps,

391 How comes it that the subtle Queen of Goths Is of a sudden thus advanced in Rome ?

Til. I know not, Marcus; but I know it is : Whether by device or no, the heavens can Is she not then beholding to the man That brought her for this high good turn so

far ? Yes, and will nobly him remunerate, Flourish. Re-enter, from one side, SATUR

NINUS attended, TAMORA, DEMETRIUS, Chi-
RON, and AARON ; from the other, BASSIA-
NUS, LAVINIA, and others.
Sat. So, Bassianus, you have play'd your

prize : God give you joy, sir, of your gallant bride! Bas. And you of yours, my lord ! I say no more,

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

power, Thou and thy faction shall repent this rape. Bas. Rape, call you it, my lord, to seize my

own, My truth-betrothed lore and now my wife ? But let the laws of Rome determine all ; Meanwhile I am possess'd of that is mine.

Sat. 'Tis good, sir: you are very short with But, if we live, we'll be as sharp with you. 410 Bas. My lord, what I have done, as best I

may, 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 honor wrong'd ; That in the rescue of Lavinia With his own hand did slay his youngest son, In zeal to you and highly moved to wrath To be controll'd in that he frankly gave : 420 Receive him, then, to favor, 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

deeds : '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. What, madam | be dishonor'd openly,

And basely put it up without revenge ?
Tam. Not so, my lord; the gods of Rome

forfend
I should be author to dishonor you!
But on mine honor dare I undertake
For good Lord Titus' innocence in all :
Whose fury not dissembled speaks his griefs :
Then, at my suit, look graciously on him ;
Lose not so noble a friend on vain suppose,440
Nor with sour looks afflict bis gentle lieart.
[Aside to Sat.] My lord, be ruled by me, be

won at last ; 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 you 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 450 And raze their faction and their family, The cruel father and his traitorous sons, To wliom 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 vain. [Aloud.] Come, come, sweet emperor ; come,

Andronicus ; Take up this good old man, and cheer tho

heart That dies in tempest of thy angry frown. Sat. Rise, Titus, rise; my empress hath

prevail'd. Tit. I thank your majesty, and her, my lord :

450 These words, these looks, infuse new life iu

Tam. Titus, I am incorporate in Rome, A Roman now adopied happily, And must advise the emperor for his good. This day all quarrels die, Andronicus , And let it be mine honor, good my lord, That I have reconciled 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. 470 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, Tendering our sister's honor and our own. Marc. That, on mine honor, here I do pro

test. 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

here, And at my lovely Tamora's entreats, I do remit these young men's heinous faults : Lavinia, though you left me like a churl,

me.

us ;

Stand up.

I found a friend, and sure as death I swore Are you so desperate grown, to threat your I would not part a bachelor from the priest.

friends ?

40 Come, if the emperor's court can feast two Go to; have your lath glued within your sheath brides,

Till you know better how to handle it. You are my guest, Lavinia, and your friends. Chi. Meanwhile, sir, with the little skill I This day shall be a love-day, Tamora. 491

have, Tit. To-morrow, an it please your majesty Full well shalt thou perceive how much I dare To hunt the panther and the hart with me, Dem. Ay, boy, grow ye so brave ? With horn and hound we'll give your grace

[They dravo. bonjour.

Aar. (Coming forwurd] Why, how now, Sat. Be it so, Titus, and gramercy too.

lords !
(Flourish. Ereunt. So near the emperor's palace dare you draw,

And maintain such a quarrel openly ?
Full well I wot the ground of all this grudge:

I would not for a million of gold
ACT II.

The cause were known to them it most con-
cerns;

50 SCENE I. Rome. Before the Palace. Nor would your noble mother for much more Enter AARON.

Be so dishonor'd in the court of Rome.

For shame, put up. Aar. Now climbeth Tamora Olympus' top,

Dem.

Not I, till I have sheathed Safe out of fortune's shot ; and sits alost, My rapier in his bosom and withal Secure of thunder's crack or lightning flash; Thrust these reproachful speeches down his Advanced above pale envy's threatening reach.

throat As when the golden sun salutes the morn, That he hath breathed in my dishonor here. And, having gilt the ocean with his beams, Chi. For that I am prepared and full reGallops the zodiac in his glistering coach,

solved. And overlooks the highest-peering hills ; Foul-spoken coward, that thunder'st with thy So Tamora :

tongue, Upon her wit doth earthly honor wait, 10 And with thy weapon nothing darest perform ! And virtue stoops and trembles at her frown. Aar. Away, I say !

60 Then, Aaron, arm thy heart, and fit thy Now, by the gods that warlike Goths adore, thoughts,

This petty brabble will undo us all. To mount aloft with thy imperial mistress, Why, lords, and think you not how dangerous And mount her pitch, whom thou in, triumph It is to jet upon a prince's right ? long

What, is Lavinia then become so loose, Hast prisoner held, fetter'd in amorous chains Or Bassianus so degenerate, And faster bound to Aaron's charming eyes That for her love such quarrels may be broach'd Than is Prometheus tied to Caucasus.

Without controlment, justice, or revenge ? Away with slavish weeds and servile thoughts! | Young lords, beware! and should the emI will be bright, and shine in pearl and gold,

press know To wait upon this new-made empress. 20 This discord's ground, the music would not To wait, said I? to wanton with this queen,

please.

70 This goddess, this Semiramis, this nymph, Chi. I care not, I, knew she and all the This siren, that will charm Rome's Satumine,

world : And see his shipwreck and his commonweal's.

I love Lavinia more than all the world. Holloa ! what storm is this?

Dem. Youngling, learn thou to make some

meaner choice : Enter DEMETRIUS and CHIRON, braving. Lavinia is thine elder brother's hope. Dem. Chiron, thy years want wit, thy wit Aar. Why, are ye mad? or know ye not wants edge,

in Rome And manners, to intrude where I am graced; How furious and impatient they be, And may, for aught thou know'st, affected be. And cannot brook competitors in love ?

Chi. Demetrius, thou dost over-ween in all; I tell you, lords, you do but plot your deaths And so in this, to bear me down with braves. 30 By this device. *Tis not the difference of a year or two

Chi. Aaron, a thousand deaths Makes me less gracious or thee more fortunate : Would I propose to achieve her whom I love.80 I am as able and as tit as thou

Aar. To achieve her ! how ? To serve, and to deserve my mistress' grace; Dem. Why makest thou it so strange ? And that my sword upon thee shall approve, She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd ; And plead my passions for Lavinia's love. She is a woman, therefore may be won; Aar, [Aside] Clubs, clubs ! these lovers She is Lavinia, therefore must be loved. will not keep the peace.

What, man! more water glideth by the mill Dem. Why, boy, although our mother, un- Than wots the miller of ; and easy it is advised,

Of a cut loaf to steal a shive, we know : Gare you a dancing-rapier by your side, Though Bassianus be the emperor's brother,

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