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Tit. Patience, prince Saturnine. .
Sat.

Romans, do me right;-
Patricians, draw your swords, and sheathe them not
Till Saturninus be Rome's emperor.-
Andronicus, 'would thou wert shipped 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.

Bas. Andronicus, I do not flatter thee,
But honor thee, and will do till I die.
My faction if thou strengthen with thy friends,
I will most thankful be; and thanks, to men
Of noble minds, is honorable 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 commonweal.
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 favors done
To us in our election this day,
I give thee thanks in part of thy deserts,
And will with deeds requite thy gentleness ;
And, for an onset, Titus, to advance
Thy name, and honorable family,
Lavinia will I make my empress,

Rome's royal mistress, mistress of my heart,
And in the sacred Pantheon her espouse.
Tell me, Andronicus, doth this motion please thee ?

Tit. It doth, my worthy lord ; and, in this match,
I hold me highly honored of your grace.
And here, in sight of Rome, to Saturnine-
King and commander of our commonweal,
The wide world's emperor-do I consecrate
My sword, my chariot, and my prisoners;
Presents well worthy Rome's imperial lord.
Receive them, then, the tribute that I owe,
Mine honor's ensigns humbled at thy feet.

Sat. Thanks, noble Titus, father of my life! How proud I am of thee, and of thy gifts, Rome shall record; and, when I do forget The least of these unspeakable deserts, Romans, forgot your fealty to me. Tit. Now, madam, are you prisoner to an emperor;

[T. TAMORA. To him, that for your honor and your state, Will use you nobly, and your

followers. Sat. A goodly lady, trust me; of the hue That I would choose, were I to choose anew.

fair queen, that cloudy countenance ; Though chance of war hath wrought this change of

cheer,
Thou com'st not to be made a scorn in Rome;
Princely shall be thy usage every way.
Rest on my word, and let not discontent
Daunt all your hopes. Madam, he comforts you,
Can make you greater than the queen of Goths.-
Lavinia, you are not displeased with this ?

Lav. Not I, my lord ; sith true nobility
Warrants these words in princely courtesy.

Sat. Thanks, sweet Lavinia.—Romans, let us go; Ransomless here we set our prisoners free. Proclaim our honors, lords, with trump and drum. Bas. Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is mine.

[Seizing Lavinia. Tit. How, sir ? Are you in earnest then, my lord ?

Clear up,

Bas. Ay, noble Titus ; and resolved withal To do myself this reason and this right.

[The emperor courts Tamora in dumb show. Mar. Suum cuique is our Roman justice; This prince in justice seizeth but his own.

Luc. And that he will, and shall, if Lucius live.
Tit. Traitors, avaunt! Where is the emperor's

guard?
Treason, my lord ; Lavinia is surprised.

Sat. Surprised! By whom?
Bas.

By him that justly may Bear his betrothed from all the world away. [Exeunt Marcus and BASSIANUS, with

LAVINIA.
Mut. Brothers, help to convey her hence away,
And with my sword I'll keep this door safe.

[Exeunt Lucius, Quintus, and MARTIUS.
Tit. Follow, my lord, and I'll soon bring her back.
Mut. My lord, you pass not here.
Tit.

What, villain boy! Barr'st me my way in Rome! [Tit. kills Mut. Mut.

Help, Lucius, help.

Re-enter Lucius.
Luc. My lord, you are unjust; and, more than so,
In wrongful quarrel you have slain your son.

Tit. Nor thou, nor he, are any sons of mine ;
My sons would never so dishonor me.
Traitor, restore Lavinia to the emperor.

Luc. Dead, if you will; but not to be his wife, That is another's lawful, promised love. [Exit.

Sat. No, Titus, no; the emperor needs her not,
Nor her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock.
I'll trust, by leisure, him that mocks me once ;
Thee never, nor thy traitorous, baughty sons,
Confederates all thus to dishonor me.
Was there none else in Rome to make a stale of,

1 A stale here signifies a stalking-horse. To make a stale of any one, seems to have meant “ to make them an object of mockery."

But Saturnine! Full well, Andronicus,
Agree these deeds with that proud brag of thine,
That said'st, I begged the empire at thy hands.
Tit. O monstrous ! what reproachful words are

these?
Sat. But go thy ways; go, give that changing piece
To him that flourished for her with his sword.
A valiant son-in-law thou shalt enjoy ;
One fit to bandy with thy lawless sons,
To ruffle in the commonwealth of Rome.

Tit. These words are razors to my wounded heart.

Sat. And therefore, lovely Tamora, queen of Goths, – That, like the stately Phoebe ’mongst her nymphs, Dost overshine the gallant'st dames of Rome,If thou be pleased with this my sudden choice, Behold, I choose thee, Tamora, for my bride, And will create thee emperess of Rome. Speak, queen of Goths, dost thou applaud my choice ? And here I swear by all the Roman gods,Sith priest and holy water are so near, And tapers burn so bright, and every thing In readiness for Hymeneus stand, I will not re-salute the streets of Rome, Or climb my palace, till from forth this place I lead espoused my bride along with me.

Tam. And here, in sight of heaven, to Rome I swear, If Saturnine advance the queen of Goths, She will a handmaid be to his desires, A loving nurse, a mother to his youth. Sat. Ascend, fair queen, Pantheon.—Lords, ac

company Your noble emperor, and his lovely bride, Sent by the heavens for prince Saturnine, Whose wisdom hath her fortune conquered. There shall we consummate our spousal rites. [Exeunt SATURNINUS and his followers ; Tamora,

and her sons; AARON and Goths. Tit. I am not bid 2 to wait upon this bride.

1 To ruffle was to be tumultuous and turbulent.

2 i. e. invited.

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Titus, when wert thou wont to walk alone,
Dishonored thus, and challenged of wrongs?

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Re-enter Marcus, Lucius, QUINTUS, and MARTIUS.

Mar. 0 Titus, see, O, see, what thou hast done!
In a bad quarrel slain a virtuous son.

Tit. No, foolish tribune, no; no son of mine,-
Nor thou, nor these, confederates in the deed
That hath dishonored all our family;
Unworthy brother, and unworthy sons !

Luc. But let us give him burial, as becomes;
Give Mutius burial with our brethren.

Tit. Traitors, away! he rests not in this tomb.
This monument five hundred years hath stood,
Which I have sumptuously reëdified.
Here none but soldiers, and Rome's servitors,
Repose in fame ; none basely slain in brawls ;-
Bury him where you can, he comes not here.

Mar. My lord, this is impiety in you.
My nephew Mutius' deeds do plead for him ;
He must be buried with his brethren.

Quin. Mart. And shall, or him we will accompany.
Tit. And shall ! What villain was it spoke that

word ?
Quin. He that would vouch't in any place but here.
Tit. What, would you bury him in my despite ?

Mar. No, noble Titus ; but entreat of thee
To pardon Mutius, and to bury him.

Tit. Marcus, even thou hast struck upon my crest,
And, with these boys, mine honor thou hast wounded.
My foes I do repute you every one ;
So trouble me no more, but get you gone.

Mart. He is not with himself; 1 let us withdraw.
Quin. Not I, till Mutius' bones be buried.

[Marcus and the sons of Titus kneel. Mar. Brother, for in that name doth nature plead. Quin. Father, and in that name doth nature speak.

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1 This is much the same sort of phrase as he is beside himself.

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