Cometh Andronicus, bound with laurel boughs, 80 Here Goths have given me leave to sheathe my Titus, unkind, and careless of thine own, 90 [They open the tomb. There greet in silence, as the dead are wont, And sleep in peace, slain in your country's wars! O sacred receptacle of my joys, Sweet cell of virtue and nobility, How many sons hast thou of mine 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 77. "thou great defender of this Capitol"; i. e. Jupiter, to whom the Capitol was sacred.-H. N. H. 99. "earthy"; so the quartos; the folio, earthly.-H. N. H. ་ Nor we disturb'd with prodigies on earth. Tit. I give him you, the noblest that survives, The eldest son of this distressed queen. Tam. Stay, Roman brethren! Gracious queror, con 110 Victorious Titus, rue the tears I shed, Andronicus, stain not thy tomb with blood. Thrice-noble Titus, spare my first-born son. 120 Tit. Patient yourself, madam, and pardon me. These are their brethren, whom you Goths beheld Alive and dead; and for their brethren slain To this your son is mark'd, and die he must, gone. 101. "prodigies on earth"; it was supposed that the ghosts of unburied people appeared, to solicit the rites of funeral.—H. N. H. Luc. Away with him! and make a fire straight; Chi. Was ever Scythia half so barbarous? 130 To tremble under Titus' threatening look. 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 Goths, When Goths were Goths and Tamora was queen, To quit the bloody wrongs upon her foes. 140 Re-enter the sons of Andronicus, 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 sky. Remaineth nought but to inter our brethren, And with loud 'larums welcome them to Rome. Tit. Let it be so; and let Andronicus 138. “his tent”; Theobald reads "her tent" (alluding to Hecuba beguiling Polymnestor into the tent where she and the other Trojan captives were).—I. G. 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; 150 Rome's readiest champions, repose you here in rest, Secure from worldly chances and mishaps! storms, No noise, but silence and eternal sleep: In peace and honor rest you here, my sons! Enter Lavinia. 160 Lav. In peace and honor live Lord Titus long; And fame's eternal date, for virtue's praise! 154. "drugs"; Q. 1, “drugges"; Q. 2, "grudgges"; Ff., "grudges." -I. G. 167. To "outlive an eternal date" is, though not philosophical, yet poetical sense. He wishes that her life may be longer than his, and her praise longer than fame.-H. N. H. Enter, below, Marcus Andronicus and Tribunes; 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 successful wars, You that survive, and you that sleep in fame! But safer triumph is this funeral pomp, you 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 don this robe, and trouble Be chosen with proclamations to-day, To-morrow yield up rule, resign my life, And set abroad new business for you all? Rome, I have been thy soldier forty years, 189. To "don" is to do on, that is, put on.-H. N. H. 190 |