A valiant fon-in-law thou fhalt enjoy ; One fit to bandy with thy lawless fons, Tit. These words are razors to my wounded heart. Speak, Queen of Goths, doft thou applaud my choice? I will not re-falute the streets of Rome, Or climb my Palace, 'till from forth this place I lead efpous'd my bride along with me. Tam. And here in fight of heav'n to Rome I fwear, If Saturnine advance the Queen of Goths, She will a handmaid be to his defires, A loving nurse, a mother to his youth. Sat. Afcend, fair Queen, Pantheon; Lords, accompany Your noble Emperor, and his lovely bride, Sent by the heavens for Prince Saturnine, SCENE V.. Maret Titus Andronicus. Pit. I am not bid to wait upon this bride.' --Titus, when wert thou wont to walk alone, Dishonour'd thus, and challenged of wrongs? Enter Enter Marcus Andronicus, Lucius, Quintus, and Marcus. Mar. Oh, Titus, fee, oh, fee, what thou haft done! In a bad quarrel flain a virtuous fon. Tit. No, foolish Tribune, no. No fon of mine, Luc. But let us give him burial, as becomes; Tit. Traitors, away! he refts not in this tomb; Here none but foldiers, and Rome's Servitors, [Titus's fons fpeak. Sons. And fhall, or him we will accompany. Tit. And shall? what villain was it spoke that word? [Titus's fon fpeaks. Quin. He, that would vouch't in any place but here. Tit. What, would you bury him in my defpight? Mar. No, noble Titus; but intreat of thee To pardon Mutius, and to bury him. Tit. Marcus, evʼn thou hast struck upon my Creft, And with these boys mine honour thou haft wounded. My foes I do repute you every one, So trouble me no more, but get you gone. [The brother and the fons kneel. Mar. Brother, for in that name doth nature plead. Quin. Father, and in that name doth nature speak. U 2 Tit. Tit. Speak thou no more, if all the reft will speed. Mar. Renowned Titus, more than half my foul,— Luc. Dear father, foul and fubftance of us all,— Mar. Suffer thy brother Marcus to inter His noble Nephew here in virtue's neft, That died in honour, and Lavinia's caufe. Thou art a Roman, be not barbarous. The Greeks, upon advice, did bury Ajax, That flew 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. Rife, Marcus, rise. The difmall'ft day is this, that e'er I saw, [They put him in the tomb. Luc. There lie thy bones, fweet Mutius, with thy friends, 'Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomb! [They all kneel, and say; -No man fhed tears for noble Mutius; He lives in fame, that died in virtue's caufe. Mar. My Lord, to kep out of thefe dreary dumps, Tit. I know not, Marcus; but, I know, it is; That brought her for this high good Turn fo far? SCENE Flourish. Re-enter the Emperor, Tamora, Chiron, and Demetrius, with Aaron the Moor, at one door. 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. Baf. And you of yours, my Lord; I fay no more, Nor wifh no lefs, and so I take my leave. Sat. Traitor, if Rome have law, or we have power, Thou and thy faction fhall repent this Rape. Bal. Rape call you it, my Lord, to feize my own, My true-betrothed love, and now my wife? But let the laws of Rome determine all; Mean while I am poffeft of that is mine. Sat. 'Tis good, Sir; you are very short with us, But, if we live, we'll be as fharp with you. Baf. My Lord, what I have done, as best I may, With his own hand did flay his youngest fon, Tit. Prince Baffianus, leave to plead my deeds, U 3 Then Then hear me fpeak, indifferently, for all; Tam. Not fo, my Lord; the Gods of Rome forefend, I fhould be author to dishonour you! But, on mine honour dare I undertake 1 Kneel in the ftreets, and beg for grace in vain. [Afide Come, come, fweet Emperor,-come, AndronicusTake up this good old man, and chear the heart, That dies in tempeft of thy angry frown. Sat. Rife, Titus, rife; my Emprefs hath prevail'd, Tit. I thank your Majefty, and her. My Lord, Thefe words, thefe looks infufe new life in me. Tam. Titus, I am incorporate in Rome, A Roman now adopted happily: And must advife the Emperor for his good. This |