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"Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomb!
[They all kneel, and say ; No man shed tears for noble Mutius ; He lives in fame, that died in virtue's cause.
Mar. My Lord, to step out of thele dreary dumps, How comes it, that the subtle. Queen of Goths Is of a sudden thus advanc'd in Rome ?
Tit. I know not, Marcus; but I know it is: If by device or no, the heav'ns can tell: Is she not then beholden to the man, That brought her for this high good turn fo far? Yes; and will nobly him remunerate. Flourish. Re-enter the Emperor, Tamora, Chiron, and
Demetrius, with Aaron the Moor, at one docr. At the other door, Baffianus and Lavinia with others.
Sat. So, Baffianus, you have plaid your prize; God give you joy, Sir, of your gallant bride,
Bol. And you of yours, my Lord; I say no more, Nor wish no less, and so I take
leave. Sat. Traitor, if Rome have law, or we have power, Thou and thy faction shall repent
rape. Baf. Rape call you it, my Lord, to seize my own, My true-betrothed love, and now my wife ? But let the laws of Rome determine all; Mean while I am pofleft of that is mine.
Sat. 'Tis good, Sir; you are very short with us. But, if we live, we'll be as sharp with you.
Bef. My Lord, what I have done, as best I may, Answer I must, and shall do with
A father and a friend to thee, and Rome.
Tit. Prince Bafianus, leave to plead my deeds. 'Tis thou, and those, that have dishonour'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 those princely eyes of thine, Then hear me speak, indifferently, for all; Apd at my fait (sweet) pardon what is past.
Sat. What, Madam! be dishonour'd openly, And barely put it up without revenge?
Tam. Not so, my Lord; the gods of Rome fore-fend, I should be author to dishonour you! But, on mine honour dare I undertake For good Lord Titus' innocence in all; Whose fury, not dissembled, speaks his griefs: Then, at my fuit, look graciously on him, Lose not so noble a friend on vain suppose, Nor with four looks afflict his gentle heart.My Lord, be rul'd by me, be won at last, Diffemble all your griefs and discontents : You are but newly planted in your throne; Left then the people and patricians too, Upon a juft survey, take Titus' part; And fo supplant us for ingratitude, Which Rome reputes to be a hainous fin, Yield at intreats, and then let me alone;
} [Afide. I'll find a day to massacre them all, And raze their faction, and their family, The cruel father, and his traiterous fons, To whom I fued 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.-) Come, come, sweet Emperor, --come, Andronicus Take up this good old man, and chear the heart, 'That dies in tempest of thy angry frown.
Sat. Rife, Titus, rife; my Empress hath prevaild. Tit. I thank your majesty, and her; my Lord, Thele words, these looks infuse new life in me. Tam. Titus, I am incorporate in Rome,
A Roman now adopted happily:
will be more mild and tractable.
Luc. We do, and vow to heaven and to his Highness,
Mar. That on mine honour here I do proteft.
T'am. Nay, nay, sweet Emperor, we must all be friends.
Sat. Marcus, for thy fake and thy brother's here,
I found a friend;' and, sure as death, I fwore,
Tit. To-morrow, an it please your majesty,
gramercy too. [Exeunt.
Safe out of fortune's shot; and fits aloft,
(8) Now climbetb Tamora Olympus' top, Safe out of fortune's foot; aud fits aloft, Sécure of tbunder's crack, or lightning Hajh ;]
The images here seem to be borrow'd from Claudian's description of the summit of Olympus, in his poem on Mallius Theodorus's consulhip.
ut altıs Olympi
Sub pedibus nimbos, & rauca tonitrua calcar. Mr. Warburton, (9) Upon ber wit doth early bonour wait,] I don't know for what reason, or whether by chance, Mr. Rorve and Mr. Pope adopted this reading: I have restor'd with all the old copies, cartbly.
Away with flavish weeds, and idle thoughts,
Enter Chiron and Demetrius, braving.
Chi. Demetrius, thou dost over-ween in all,
grace ; And that my sword upon thee fall approve, And plead my paffion for Lavinia's love,
Aar. Clubs, clubs!--thefe lovers will not keep the peace.
Dem. Why, boy, although our mother (unadvis'd) Gave you a dancing rapier by your fide, so desperate grown to threat your
friends? Go to; have your lath glued within your sheath, Till you
know better how to handle it. Chi. Mean while, Sir, with the little kill I have, Full well shalt thou perceive how much I dare. Dem. Ay, boy, grow ye so brave?
[They draw. Aar. Why, how now, Lords? So near the Emp'ror'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, The cause were known to them it most concerns. Nor would your noble mother, for much more, Be so dishonour'd in the court of Rome. For shame, put up