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Thrice noble Titus, spare my first-born son.
Tit. Patient yourself, madam, and pardon me.
Luc. Away with him, and make a fire straight.
[Exe. Mutius, Marcus, Quintus and Lucius with Alarbus,
Enter Mutius, Marcus, Quintus and Lucius. Luc. See, Lord and father, how we have perform'd Our Roman rites: Alarbus' limbs are lopt; And intrails 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
(4) The self-fame gods, that arm'd tbe Queen of Troy With opportunity of sharp revenge
Upon the Thracian tyrant in his tent, &c.] I read, against the authority of all the copies,
in her tent ; i. e. in the tent where the and the other Trojan captive women were kept: for thither Hecuba by a wile had decoyed Polymneftor, in order to perpetrate her revenge. This we may learn from EURIPIDES's Hecuba, the only Author, that I can at present remember, from whom our writer must have gleaned this circumstance,
Make this his latest farewel to their souls.
(Then found trumpets, and lay the coffins in the tomb,
Tit. Kind Rome, that haft thus lovingly referv'd
Mar. Long live Lord Titus, my beloved brother,
Tit. Thanks, gentle tribune, noble brother Marcus
Mar. And welcome, nephews, from successful wars, You that survive, and you that sleep in fame : Fair Lords, your fortunes are alike in all, (6)
That (5) Lavinia, live; out-live thy father's days : And Fame's eternal date for Virtue's praise?] Were the text to be admitted genuine , nothing could be so absurd as for Titus to wisho. his daughter might ont-live the eternal date of Fame. This, as my friend Mr. Warburton merrily observes, is like the loyal patriot in the last reigo, who wish'd, King George might reign for ever, and the Prince and Princess after him! I have, by the change of a single monosyllable restored the Passage to a sensible and kind wish.
(6) Fair Lords, your fortunes are alike in all.] This is addressed by the tribune to all his brother's fons, as well dead as alive. But how could it be then faid, that their fortunes were all alike? The expression seems liable to an open absurdity. Perhaps, we may reconcile
That in your country's service drew your swords,
Tit. A better head her glorious body fits,
all ? Rome, I have been thy soldier forty years, And led my country's strength successfully; And buried one and twenty valiant fons, Knighted in field, Nain manfully in arms,
) In right and service of their noble country. Give me a staff of honour for mine age, But not a scepter to controul the world. Upright he held it, Lords, that held it last. Mar. Titus, thou shalt obtain and ask the empery. Sat. Proud and ambitious tribune, canst thou tell? Tit. Patience, Prince Saturninuso
Sat, Romans, do me right. Patricians, draw your swords, and sheath them not 'Till Saturninus be Rome's Emperor. Andronicus, would thou wert Thipt to hell, Rather than rob me of the people's hearts.
Luc. Proud Saturnine, interrupter of the good ourselves to it, thus: “ Some of you are returned safe, and with or glory; you, that have not lived to return, Mare the glory of your « brethren’s fortune, in having died for your country : And though
you cannot partake in the joy of their triumph; yet still you enjoy a safer triumph, exempt from chance and casualty,"
*That noble-minded Titus means to thee.
Tit. Content thee, Prince; I will reitore to thee
Baf. Andronicus, I do not flatter thee,
Tit. People of Rome, and noble tribunes here,
Mar. To gratify the good Andronicus,
Tit. Tribunes, I thank you, and this fuit I make,
you will elect by my advice,
Mar. With voices and applause of every fort,
[A long flourish, 'till they come down,
Tit. It doth, my worthy Lord; and, in this match, I hold me highly honour'd of your grace : And here in fight of Rome, to Saturninus, King and commander of our common-weal,
The wide world's Emperor, do I confecrate
Sat. Thanks, noble Titus, father of my life!
Tit. Now, madam, are you prisoner to an Emperor;
Sat. A goodly Lady, trust me, of the hue [To Tamora. That I would chuse, were I to chufe a new : Clear up, fair Queen, that cloudy countenance; Tho'chance of war hath wrought this change of cheer, Thou com’ft not to be made a scorn in Rome : Princely shall be thy usage every way. Reft on my word, and let not discontent Daunt all your hopes: Madam, who comforts you, Can make you greater than the Queen of Goths. Lavinia, you are not displeas'd with this ?
Lav. Not I, my Lord; fith 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 honours, Lords, with trump and drum. Bal. Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is mine.
[Seizing Lavinia. Tit. How, Sir? are you in earnest then, my Lord?
Baf. Ay, noble Titus; and resolv'd withal, To do myself this reason and this right.
[The Emperor courts Tamora in dumb few. Mar. Suum cuique is our Roman justice : This Prince in justice seizeth but his own.
Luc. And that he will, and fall, if Lucius live.
Tit. Traitors, avant! where is the Emperor's guard? Treason, my Lord; Lavinia is surpriz'd. Sat. Surpriz'd! by whom?