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Tam. O cruel, irreligious piety!
Chi. Was ever Scythia half so barbarous ? Dem. Oppofe not Scythia to ambitious Rome. Alarbus goes to reft; and we furvive To tremble under Titus' threatening look. Then, madam, ftand refolv'd; but hope withal, The felf-fame gods, that arm'd the queen of Troy With opportunity of sharp revenge Upon the Thracian tyrant in his tent, May favour Tamora, the queen of Goths, (When Goths were Goths, and Tamora was queen) To quit the bloody wrongs upon her foes.
Enter Mutius, Marcus, Quintus, and Lucius. Luc. See, lord and father, how we have perform'd
Our Roman rites: Alarbus' limbs are lopp'd,
[Then found trumpets, and lay the coffins in the tomb.
In peace and honour reft you here, my fons!
Tit. Kind Rome, that haft thus lovingly referv'd
Tit. Thanks, gentle tribune, noble brother
Mar. And welcome, nephews, from fuccessful
Tit. A better head her glorious body fits, Than his, that shakes for age and feebleness: What! fhould I don' this robe, and trouble you? Be chofe with proclamations to-day; 5 To-morrow yield up rule, refign my life, And fet abroad new bufinefs for you all? Rome, I have been thy foldier forty years, And led my country's ftrength successfully; And buried one and twenty valiant fons, 10 Knighted in field, flain manfully in arms, In right and service of their noble country: Give me a ftaff of honour for mine age, But not a fceptre to controll the world: Upright he held it, lords, that held it last. Mar. Titus, thou fhalt obtain and ask the empery. [tell
Sat, Proud and ambitious tribune, canft thou
20 Patricians, draw your fwords, and fheath them not 'Till Saturninus be Rome's emperor :Andronicus, 'would thou were ship'd to hell, Rather than rob me of the people's hearts.
Luc. Proud Saturninus! interrupter of the good That noble-minded Titus means to thee !Tit. Content thee, prince; I will restore to thee The people's hearts, and wean them from themBaf. Andronicus, I do not flatter thee, [felves. But honour thee, and will do 'till I die; 30 My faction if thou ftrengthen with thy friends, I will moft thankful be: and thanks, to men Of noble minds, is honourable meed.
Tit. People of Rome, and people's tribunes here,
I ask your voices, and your fuffrages;
Will you beftow them friendly on Andronicus? Mar. To gratify the good Andronicus, And gratulate his fafe return to Rome, The people will accept whom he admits. [make, Tit. Tribunes, I thank you: and this fuit I 40 That you create your emperor's eldest son, Lord Saturnine; whofe virtues will, I hope, Reflect on Rome, as Titan's rays on earth, And ripen justice in this common-weal: Then if you will elect by my advice, Crown him, and fay,-Long live our emperor! Mar. With voices and applause of every fort, Patricians, and plebeians, we create Lord Saturninus, Rome's great emperor; And fay,-Long live our emperor Saturnine!
[A long flourish till they come dozen. Sat. Titus Andronicus, for thy favours done To us in our election this day,
I give thee thanks in part of thy deferts,
55 And, for an onfet, Titus, to advance
Rome's royal mistress, mistress of my heart,'
60 Tell me, Andronicus, doth this motion please thee? Tit. It doth, my worthy lord; and, in this match, I hold me highly honour'd of your grace:
i, e. do on this robe, put it on. 3 H
And here, in fight of Rome, to Saturnine,-
Sat. Thanks, noble Titus, father of my life!
Tit. Now, madam, are you prifoner to an em-
Sat. A goodly lady, truft me; of the hue
That I would choose, were I to choose anew.-
Though chance of war hath wrought this change 20 A valiant fon-in-law thou fhalt enjoy;
Thou com'ft not to be made a fcorn in Rome:
Reft on my word, and let not difcontent
Daunt all your hopes: Madam, he comforts you,
Lavinia, you are not difpleas'd with this?
Lav. Not I, my lord; fith true nobility
Warrants thefe words in princely courtesy.
One fit to bandy with thy lawless fons,
Sat. Thanks, fweet Lavinia.-Romans, let 30 And will create thee emprefs of Rome.
Ranfomlefs here we fet our prifoners free:
Proclaim our honours, lords, with trump and drum.
Baf. Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is mine.
[Seizing Lavinia. 35 Tit. How, fir? Are you in earneft then, my lord?
Baf. Ay, noble Titus ; and refolv'd withal, To do myself this reafon and this right.
[The Emperor courts Tamera in dumb fhew.40 Mar. Suum cuique is our Roman juftice: This prince in juftice feizeth but his own. Luc. And that he will, and fhall, if Lucius live. Tit. Traitors, avaunt! Where is the emperor's guard!
Treafon, my lord; Lavinia is furpriz'd.
Sat. Surpriz'd! By whom?
Baf. By him that juftly may
Bear his betroth'd from all the world away.
Speak, queen of Goths, doft thou applaud my
And here I fwear by all the Roman Gods,-
I will not re-falute the ftreets of Rome,
If Saturnine advance the queen of Goths,
Sat. Afcend, fair queen, Pantheon: Lord,
Your noble emperor, and his lovely bride,
[Exit Baffianus with Lavinia. 50 There shall we confummate our fpoufal rites.
Mut. Brothers, help to convey her hence away, And with my fword I'll keep this door fafe.
Tit. Follow, my lord, and I'll foon bring her back.
Mut. My lord you pafs not here.
Tit. What! villain boy,
Barr'ft me my way in Rome? [Titus kills Mutius.
Luc. My lord, you are unjust, and more than fo;
Tit. Nor theu, nor he, are any fons of mine;
Spoken of Lavinia.
Piece was then, as it is now, ufed perfonally as a word of contempt. 2A ruffer was a kind of cheating bully; and is fo called in a ftatute made for the punishment of "vagabonds in the 27th year of K. Henry VIII. Hence, probably, this sense of the verb, to ruffle.
Nor thou, nor thefe, confederates in the deed
Luc. But let us give him burial, as becomes;
Tit. Traitors, away! he refts not in this tomb.
[Titus' fons Speak.5 Sons. And fhall, or him we will accompany. Tit. And fhall? What villain was it fpoke that word? [Titus' fon Speaks. Quin. He that would vouch 't in any place but
Tit. What, would you bury him in my defpight?
Flourish. Re-enter the Emperor, Tamra, Chiren and Demetrius, with Aaron the Moor, at one door: At the other door, Baffianus, and Lavinia, with others.
Sat. So, Baffianus, you have play'd your prize: God give you joy, fir, of your gallant bride.
Baf. And you of yours, my lord: I fay no more, Nor with no lefs; and fo I take my leave.
Sat. Traitor, if Rome have law, or we have
Thou and thy faction shall repent this rape.
Baf. My lord, what I have done, as best I may,
Tit. Marcus, even thou haft ftruck upon my creft, And, with these boys, mine honour thou haft 25 wounded.
My foes I do repute you every one;
So trouble me no more, but get you gone.
Mar. Renowned Titus,more than half my foul,
Tit. Rife, Marcus, rife:
'Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomb !--
Tit. Prince Baffianus, leave to plead my deeds 'Tis thou, and thofe, that have difhonour'd me: Rome and the righteous heavens be my judge, How I have lov'd and honour'd Saturnine!
Tam. My worthy lord, if ever Tamora Were gracious in thofe princely eyes of thine, Then hear me fpeak, indifferently for all; And at my fuit, fweet, pardon what is paft. Sat. What, madam! be dishonour'd openly, 40 And bafely put it up without revenge?
Tam. Not fo, my lord; The gods of Rome forefend,
I fhould be author to difhonour you!
But, on mine honour, dare I undertake
Whofe fury, not diffembled, fpeaks his griefs:
Diffemble all your griefs and difcontents:
Left then the people, and patricians too, [They all kneel and fay 355 Upon a just furvey, take Titus' part; And fo fupplant us for ingratitude, (WhichRome reputes to be a heinous fin) Yield at intreats, and then let me alone: [Afide. I'll find a day to maffacre them all,
No man fhed tears for noble Mutius;
How comes it, that the fubtle queen of Goths
Come, come, fweet emperor, come, Andronicus,-
Sat. Rife, Titus, rife; my emprefs hath pre-
Tit. I thank your majefty, and her, my lord.
Mar. That on mine honour here I do proteft.
5 The tribune and his nephews kneel for grace;
And at my lovely Tamora's intreats,
Lavinia, though you left me like a churl,
I found a friend; and fure as death I swore,
15 Come, if the emperor's court can feast two brides,
Luc. We do; and vow to heaven, and to his 20 With horn and hound, we'll give your grace bes
That what we did, was mildly as we might,
Tend'ring our fifter's honour, and our own.
Before the Palace.
Enter Aaron alone.
OW climbeth Tamora Olympus' top,
Upon her wit doth earthly honour wait,
Enter Chiron, and Demetrius, braving.
And manners, to intrude where I am grac'd; And may, for aught thou know'ft, affected be. Chi. Demetrius, thou doft over-ween in all; 35 And fo in this, to bear me down with braves. 'Tis not the difference of a year, or two, Makes me lefs gracious, or thee more fortunate : I am as able, and as fit, as thou,
To ferve, and to deferve my mistress' grace; 40 And that my fword upon thee shall approve, And plead my paffions for Lavinia's love.
Aar. Clubs, clubs! - Thefe lovers will not
keep the peace.
Dem. Why, boy, although our mother unadvis'd, 45 Gave you a dancing rapier by your fide,
Are you fo defperate grown to threat your friends?
Chi. Mean while, fir, with the little skill I have, 50 Full well fhalt thou perceive how much I dare. Dem. Ay, boy, grow ye fo brave?
Aar. Why, how now, lords?
Full well I wot the ground of all this grudge;
The caufe were known to them it most concerns;
Chi. Not I; 'till I have fheath'd
That he hath breath'd in my dishonour here.
And with thy weapon nothing dar'st perform.
Now, by the gods, that warlike Goths adore,
Take this of me, Lucrece was not more chafte
A fpeedier course than lingering languishment
That for her love fuch quarrels may be broach'd
This difcord's ground, the mufick would not
Dem. Youngling, learn thou to make fome 20 The palace full of tongues, of eyes, of ears:
Dem. Why mak'st thou it so strange?
Chi. Thy counfel, lad, fmells of no cowardice.
Changes to a Foreft.
Enter Titus Andronicus, and bis three Sons, with
bounds and borns, and Marcus.
Tit. The hunt is up, the morn is bright and grey,
Aar. Ay, and as good as Saturninus may. [Afide. 40 That all the court may echo with the noise.
Sons, let it be your charge, as it is ours, To tend the emperor's perfon carefully: I have been troubled in my fleep this night, But dawning day new comfort hath inspir'd. 45 Here a cry of bounds, and wind borns in a peal: then enter Saturninus, Tamura, Baffianus, Lavinia, Chiron, Demetrius, and their Attendants.
Tit. Many good morrows to your majesty ;Madam, to you as many and as good !
50I promifed your grace a hunter's peal.
Sat. And you have rung it luftily, my lords, Somewhat too early for new married ladies. Baf. Lavinia, how say you?
Lav. I fay, no;
55I have been broad awake two hours and more. Sat. Come on then, horfe and chariots let u
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