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And fent her enemies unto the grave.
Laftly, myself unkindly banished,

The gates fhut on me, and turn'd weeping out,
To beg relief among Rome's enemies;

Who drown'd their enmity in my true tears,
And op'd their arms to embrace me as a friend :
And I am the turn'd-forth, be it known to you,
That have preferv'd her welfare in my blood;
And from her bofom took the enemy's point,
Sheathing the steel in my advent'rous body.
Alas! you know, I am no vaunter, I;
My fcars can witnefs, dumb although they are,
That my report is just, and full of truth.
But, foft, methinks, I do digrefs too much,
Citing my worthlefs praife: 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 iffue of an irreligious Moor,

Chief architect and plotter of these woes;
The villain is alive in Titus' house,
Damn'd as he is, to witness this is true.
Now judge, what caufe had Titus to revenge
Thefe 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,
And on the ragged stones beat forth our brains,
And make a mutual clofure of our house.


Speak, Romans, speak: and, if you fay, we fhall,
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 fpeak.] Lucius, all hail; Rome's royal emperor!

LUCIUS, &c. defcend.

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

[To an Attendant.

And hither hale that misbelieving Moor,

To be adjudg'd fome direful flaughtering death,

As punishment for his most wicked life.

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

Luc. Thanks, gentle Romans; May I govern fo,
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 fhed obfequious tears upon this trunk :—
O, take this warm kiss on thy pale cold lips,

[Kiffes TITUS. These forrowful drops upon thy blood-ftain'd face, The last true duties of thy noble son !

Mar. Tear for tear, and loving kiss for kifs,
Thy brother Marcus tenders on thy lips :
O, were the fum 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 grandfire lov'd thee well:


Many a time he danc'd thee on his knee,

Sung thee asleep, his loving breast thy pillow;
Many a matter bath 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 fo:

Friends should affociate friends in grief and woe:
Bid him farewell; commit him to the grave;
Do him that kindness, and take leave of him.
Boy. O grandfire, grandfire! even with all my heart
'Would I were dead, fo 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 fad Andronici, have done with woes ; Give fentence on this execrable wretch,

That hath been breeder of thefe 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 fee him fasten'd in the earth.

Aar. O, 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 foul.

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


My father, and Lavinia, fhall 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 fhall 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 damn'd Moor,
By whom our heavy haps had their beginning:
Then, afterwards, to order well the ftate;
That like events may ne'er it ruinate.



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