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Luc. Dear father, foul and substance of us all,
Mar. Suffer thy brother Marcus to inter
His noble Nephew here in virtue's nest,
That died in honour, and Lavinia's cause.
Thou art a Roman, be not barbarous.
The Greeks, upon advice, did bury Ajax,
That slew himself; and wife Laertes' fon
Did graciously plead for his funerals.
Let not young Mutius then, that was thy joy,
Be barr'd his entrance here.
Tit. Rise, Marcus, rise
The dismall'st day is this, that e'er I saw,
To be dishonour'd by my sons in Rome :
Well ; bury him, and bury me the next.
[They put him in the tomb. Luc. There lie thy bones, sweet Mutius, with thy
friends, '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 these 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 the not then beholden to the man,
That brought her for this high good Turn so far?
Yes; and will nobly him remunerate.
Flourish. Re-enter the Emperor, Tamora, Chiron, and
Demetrius, with Aaron the Moor, at one door. At the other door, Bassianus and Lavinia with others.
Sat. So, Baffianus, you have plaid your prize ; God give you joy, Sir, of your gallant bride.
yours, my lord; I say no more, Nor wish no less, and so I take my leave. Sat. Traytor, if Rome have law, or we have power,
Thou and thy faction shall repent this Rape.
Bas. 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 pofseft 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.
Baf. My lord, what I have done, as best I may,
Answer I must, and shall do with my life;
Only thus much I give your Grace to know,
By all the duties which I owe to Rome,
This noble gentleman, lord Titus here,
Is in opinion and in honour wrong'd;
'That in the rescue of Lavinia,
With his own hand did say his youngest son,
In zeal to you, and highly mov'd to wrath
To be controul'd in that he frankly gave ;
Receive him then to favour, Saturnine ;
That hath expreft himself in all his deeds,
A father and a friend to thee, and Rome.
Tit. Prince Baffianus, 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 ;.
And at my suit (sweet) pardon what is paft.
Sat. What, Madam ! be dishonour'd openly,
And basely put it up without revenge ?
Tam. Not fo, my lord; the Gods of Rome fore-
I should be author to dishonour you!
But, on mine honour dare I undertake
For good lord Titus' innocence in all ;
Whose fury, not diffembled, 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 ruld by me, be won at last,
Dissemble 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 so supplant us for ingratitude,
Which Rome reputes to be a heinous sin,
Yield at intreats, and then let me alone;
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 sued 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. Rise, Titus, rise; my Empress hath prevaila.
Tit. I thank your Majesty, and her; my lord,
These words, these looks infuse new life in me.
Tam. Titus, I am incorporate in Rome,
A Roman now adopted happily :
And muft advise the Emperor for his good.
This day all quarrels die, Andronicus,
And let it be my honour, good my lord,
That I have reconcil'd
For you, Prince Basianus, I have past
My word and promise to the Emperor,
will be more mild and tractable. And fear not, lords; and you, Lavinia, By my advice all-humbled on your knees, You shall ask parden of his Majesty.
Luc. We do, and vow to heaven and to his Highness,
That what we did was mildly, as we might,
Tendring our sister's honour and our own.
Mar. That on mine honour here I do protest.
Sat. Away, and talk not; trouble us no more.
Tam. Nay, nay, sweet Emperor, we must all be
The Tribune and his Nephews kneel for grace,
I will not be denied ; sweet heart, look back.
Sat, Marcus, for thy fake, and thy brother's here, And at my lovely Tamora's intreats, I do remit these young men's heinous faults. Lavinia, though you left me like a churl, I found a friend ; and sure, as death, I swore, 'I would not part a batchelor from the priest. Come, if the Emperor's Court can feast two brides ; You are my guest, Lavinia, and your friends ; This day shall be a love-day, Tamora.
Tit. To morrow an it please your Majesty, To hunt the Panther and the Hart with me, With horn and hound, we'll give your Grace Bon-jour:
Sat. Be it so, Titus, and gramercy too. [Exeunt.
SCENE, before the Palace.
OW climbeth Tamora Olympus' top,
Safe out of fortune's shot ; and fits aloft,
Secure of thunder's crack, or lightning flash
Advanc'd above pale envy's threatning reach.
As when the golden sun salutes the morn,
And, having gilt the ocean with his beams,
Gallops the Zodiack in his gliftring coach,
And over-looks the highest-peering hills :
Upon her wit doth earthly honour wait,
And virtue stoops and trembles at her frown.
Then, Aaron, arm thy heart, and fit thy thoughts,
To mount aloft with thy imperial mistress,
And mount her pitch ; whom thou in triumph long
Haft prisoner held, fetter'd in amorous chains ;
And faster bound to Aaron's charming eyes,
Than is Prometheus ty'd to Caucafus.
Away with flavish weeds, and idle thoughts,
I will be bright and shine in pearl and gold,
To wait upon this new-made Emperess.
To wait, said I ? to wanton with this Queen,
This Goddess, this Semiramis ;
This Syren, that will charm Rome's Saturnine,
And see his shipwreck, and his common-weal's.
Holla! what storm is this?
Enter Chiron and Demetrius, braving.
Dem. Chiron, thy years want wit, thy wit wants edge
And manners, to intrude where I am gracd;
And may, for aught thou know'd, affected be.
Chi. Demetrius, thou dost over-ween in all,
And so in this, to bear me down with Braves :
'Tis not the difference of a year or two
Makes me less gracious, or thee more fortunate ;
I am as able, and as fit as thou,
To serve, and to deserve my mistress' grace ;
And that my sword upon thee fhall approve,
And plead my passion for Lavinia's love.
Aar. Clubs, clubs !
these lovers will not keep Dem. Why, boy, although our mother (unadvis'd) Gave you a dancing rapier by your fide, Are you
so despårate grown to threat your friends ? Go to; have your lath glued within your fheath, 'Till you know better how to handle it.
Chi. Mean while, Sir, with the little skill 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 Emperor'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,