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Sat. Friends, that have been thus forward in my right,
I thank you all, and here dismiss you all;
And to the love and favour of my country
Commit myself, my person, and the cause.

[Ereunt the Followers of Saturninus.
Rome, be as just and gracious unto me,
As I am confident and kind to thee.-
Open the gates, and let ine in.
Bas. Tribunes! and me, a poor competitor.

[Saturninus und Bassianus go into the Capitol;

and exeunt with Senators, Marcus, &c.

SCENE 11. The same.

Enter a Captain and others.
Cap. Romans, make way; The good Andronicus,
Patron of virtue, Rome's best champion,
Successful in the battles that he fights,
With honour and with fortune is return'd,
From where he circumscribed with his sword,
And brought to yoke the enemies of Rome.
Flourish of Trumpets, fc. Enter Mutius and MAR-

Tius: after them, two Men bearing a Coffin, covered
with black; then QUINTUS and Lucius. After
them, Titus ANDRONICUS; and then T'AMORA,
with ALARBUS, Chiron, DEMETRIUS, A ARON, and
other Goths, prisoners; Soldiers and People follow-
ing. The Bearers set down the Coffin, and Titus speaks,

Tit. Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning weeds!
Lo, as the bark that hath discharg'd her fraught,
Returns with precious lading to the bay,
From whence at first she weigh'd her anchorage,
Cometh Andronicus, bound with laurel boughs,
To re-salute bis country with his tears ;
Tears of true joy for his return to Rome.-
Thou great defender of this Capitol,
Stand gracious to the rites that we intend !-
Romans, of five and twenty valiant sons,
Half of the number that king Priam had,
Behold the poor remains, alive, and dead!
These, that survive, let Rome reward with love;

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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,
Religiously they ask a sacrifice :
To this your son is mark’d; and die he must,
To appease their groaning shadows that are gone.

Luc. Away with him! and make a tire straight;
And with our swords, upon a pile of wood,
Let's hew his limbs, till they be clean consum'd.

[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.
In peace and honour rest you bere, my sons;
Roine's readiest champions, repose you here,
Secure from worldly chances and mishaps !
Here lurks no treason, here no envy swells,
Here grow no damned grudges; here are no storms,
No noise, but silence and eternal sleep:

Enter LAVINIA.
In peace and honour rest you here, my sons !

Lav. Iu peace and honour live lord Titus long;

My noble lord and father, live in fame!
Lo! at this tomb my tributary tears
I render, for my brethren's obsequies ;
And at thy feet I kneel with tears of joy
Shed on the earth, for thy return to Rome:
0, bless me here with thy victorious hand,
Whose fortunes Rome's best citizens applaud.

Tit. Kind Rome, that last thus lovingly reserv'd
The cordial of mine age to glad my heart!
Lavinia, live; outlive thy father's days,
And fame's eternal date for virtue's praise !
Enter MARCUS ANDRONICUS, SATURNINUS, Bas-

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,
You that survive, and you that sleep in fame.
Fair lords, your fortunes are alike in all,
That in your country's service drew your swords:
But safer triumph is this funeral pomp,
That bath aspir'd to Solon's happiness,
And triumphs over chance in honour's bed.
Titus Andronicus, the people of Rome,
Whose friend in justice thou hast ever been,
Send thee by me, their tribune, and their trust,
This palliament of white and spotless hue;
And name thee in election for the empire,
With these our late-deceased emperor's sons :
Be candidatus then, and put it on,
And help to set a head on headless Rome.

Tit. A better head her glorious body fits,
Than his, that shakes for age and feebleness:
What! should I don this robe, and trouble you?
Be chosen with proclamations to-day;
To-morrow, yield up rule, resign my life,
And set abroad new business for yoa all?
Rome, I have been thy soldier forty years,
And led my country's strength successfully;
And buried one and twenty

valiant sons,

Knighted in field, slain manfully in arms,
In right and service of their noble country:
Give me a staff of honour for mine age,
But not a sceptre to control 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 Saturnine.
Sat.

Romans, do me right;-
Patricians, draw your swords, and sheath them nol
Till Saturninus be Rome's emperor :-
Andronicus, 'would thou wert shipp'd to hell,
Rather than rob me of the people's hearts.

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,
But honour thee, and will do till I die;
My faction is thou strengthen with thy friends,
I will most 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 suffrages;
Will you bestow them friendly on Andronicus?

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,
That you create your emperor's eldest son,
Lord Saturnine; whose 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 say,-Long live our emperor!

Mar. With voices and applause of every sort,
Patricians, and plebeians, we create
Lord Saturninus, Rome's great emperor;
And say,—Long live our emperor Saturnine !

[A long flourish. Sat. Titus Andronicus, for thy favours done

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