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Sat. Friends, that have been thus forward in my right,
[Ereunt the Followers of Saturninus.
[Saturninus und Bassianus go into the Capitol;
and exeunt with Senators, Marcus, &c.
SCENE 11. The same.
Enter a Captain and others.
Tius: after them, two Men bearing a Coffin, covered
Tit. Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning weeds!
These, that I bring unto their latest home, With burial amongst their ancestors : Here Goths have given me leave to sheath my sword. Titus, unkind, and careless of thine own, Why suffer'st thou thy sons, unburied yet, To hover on the dreadful shore of Styx?Make way to lay them by their brethren.
[The Tomb is opened. 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 of mine hast thou 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 earthly prison of their bones; That so the shadows be not unappeas’d, Nor we disturb'd with prodigies on earth.
Tit. I give him you; the noblest that survives, The eldest son of ibis distressed queen.
Tam. Stay, Roman brethren ;-Gracious conqueror, Victorious Titus, rue the tears I shed, A mother's tears in passion for her son : And, if thy sons were ever dear to thee, 0, think my son to be as dear to me. Sufficeth not, that we are brought to Rome, To beautify thy triumphs, and return, Captive to thee, and to thy Roman yoke; But must my sons be slaughter'd in the streets, For valiant doings in their country's cause? 0! if to fight for king and common weal Were piety in thine, it is in these. Andronicus, stain not thy tomb with blood : Wilt thou draw near the nature of the gods? Draw near them' then in being merciful: Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge; Thrice-noble Titus, spare my first-born son.
Tit. Patient yourself, madam, and pardon me. These are their brethren, whom you Goths bebeld
Alive and dead; and for their brethren slain,
Luc. Away with him! and make a tire straight;
[Ereunt Luc. Quin. Mar. and Mut. with Alarb. Tam. O cruel, irreligious piety! Chi. Was ever Scythia half so barbarous ?
Dem. Oppose not Scythia to ambitious Rome. Alarbus goes to rest; and we survive To tremble under Titus' threatening look. Then, madam, stand resolv'd; 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 favoar Tamora, the queen of Goths (When Goths were Goths, and Tamora was queen), To quit the bloody wrongs upon her foes. Re-enter LUCIUS, QUINTUS, MARTIvs, and Mutius,
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. Remainetb nought, but to inter our brethren, And with loud 'larums welcome thern to Rome.
Tit. Let it be so, and let Andronicus Make this his latest farewell to their souls.
[Trumpets sounded, and the Coffins laid in the Tomb.
Lav. Iu peace and honour live lord Titus long;
My noble lord and father, live in fame!
Tit. Kind Rome, that last thus lovingly reserv'd
SIANUS, and others. Mar. Long live lord Titus, my beloved brother, Gracious triumpher in the eyes of Rome!
Tit. Thanks, gentle tribune, noble brother Marcus.
Mar. And welcome, nephews, from successful wars,
Tit. A better head her glorious body fits,
Knighted in field, slain manfully in arms,
Romans, do me right;-
Luc. Proud Saturnine, 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 themselves.
Bus. Andronicus, I do not flatter thee,
Tit. People of Rome, and people's tribunes here,
Trib. To gratify the good Andronicus, And gratulate his safe return to Rome, The people will accept whom he admits.
Tit. Tribunes, I thank you: and this suit I make,
Mar. With voices and applause of every sort,
[A long flourish. Sat. Titus Andronicus, for thy favours done