And fo I love and honour thee, and thine, And her, to whom our thoughts are humbled all, Sat. Friends, that have been thus forward in I thank you all, and here difmifs you all; Baf. Tribunes! and me, a poor competitor. SCENE II. Enter a Captain. Capt. Romans, make way; the good Andronicus, Patron of virtue, Rome's beft champion, Successful in the battles that he fights, With honour and with fortune is return'd, Sound Drums and Trumpets, and then enter MUTIUS and MARCUS and after them two men bearing a Coffin cover'd with black; then QUINTUS and LUCIUS. After them TiruS ANDRONICUS; and then TAMORA, the Queen of Goths, ALARBUS, CHIRON, DEMETRIUS, A 3 DEMETRIUS, with AARON the Moor, Prifoners; Soldiers, and other Attendants. Coffin, and TITUS Speaks. They fet down the Tit. Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning weeds! Lo, as the bark, that hath discharg'd her fraught, From whence at firft fhe weigh'd her anchorage, Here Goths have given me leave to sheath my fword. [They open the Tomb. There greet in filence, as the dead were wont, And fleep in peace, flain in your country's wars! O facred receptacle of my joys,. Sweet cell of virtue and nobility, How many fons of mine haft thou in store, Before Before this earthly prifon of their bones; Tit. I give him you; the nobleft that survives, The eldest fon of this diftreffed queen. Tam. Stay, Roman brethren,--Gracious conqueVictorious Titus, rue the tears I fhed, [ror, A mother's tears in paffion for her fon: And, if thy fons were ever dear to thee, O, think my fon 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 fons be flaughter'd in the streets, For valiant doings in their country's cause? O! if to fight for king and common weal Were piety in thine, it is in thefe ; Andronicus, ftain 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, fpare my first-born fon. ; Tit. Patient yourself, madam, and pardon me. These are their brethren, whom you Goths behold Alive, and dead; and for their brethren flain, Religiously they ask a facrifice; To this your fon is mark'd; and die he must, To appeafe their groaning fhadows that are gone. Luc. Away with him! and make a fire straight; And with our fwords, upon a pile of wood, Let's hew his limbs, 'till they be clean confum'd. [Exeunt MUTIUS, MARCUS, QUINTUS, and LUCIUS, with ALARBUS. Tam. O cruel, irreligious piety! : Chi. Was ever Scythia half fo barbarous ? Dem. Oppofe not Scythia to ambitious Rome. Alarbus goes to reft; and we furvive To tremble under Titus' threatning look. Upon the Thracian tyrant in his tent, Enter MUTIUS, MARCUS, QUINTUS, and LUCIUS. Whofe fmoke, like incenfe, doth perfume the sky. Remaineth nought, but to inter our brethren, And with loud 'larums welcome them to Rome. Tit. Let it be fo; and let Andronicus Make this his latest farewell to their fouls. [Then found Trumpets, and lay the Coffins in the Tom. In peace, and honour rest you here, my fons; Rome's readieft champions, repofe you here, Secure from worldly chances and mishaps! Here lurks no treafon, here no envy fwells, Here grow go no damned grudges; here no ftorm, No noife, but filence and eternal fleep: Enter LAVINIA. In peace and honour reft you here, my fons! Lav. In peace and honour live lord Titus long; My noble lord and father, live in fame! Lo! at this tomb my tributary tears I render I render, for my brethren's obfequies; Tit. Kind Rome, that haft thus lovingly referv'd The cordial of mine age, to glad my heart!— Lavinia, live; out-live thy father's days, And fame's eternal date, for virtue's praife! Mar. Long live lord Titus, my beloved brother, Gracious triumpher in the eyes of Rome! Tit. Thanks, gentle tribune, noble brother Mar cus. Mar. And welcome, nephews, from fuccefsful wars, You that furvive, and you that fleep in fame. And help to fet a head on headless Rome. To-morrow yield up rule, refign my life, And |