Was there none else in Rome to make a Stale of,
But Saturnine? full well, Andronicus,

Agree thefe deeds with that proud Brag of thine,
That faid'ft, I begg'd the Empire at thy hands.

Tit. O monftrous! what reproachful words are these ! Sat. But go thy ways: go give that changing piece, To him that flourish'd for her with his fword; A valiant fon-in-law thou shalt enjoy:

One fit to bandy with thy lawless fons,

To ruffle in the Commonwealth of Rome.

Tit. Thefe words are razors to my wounded heart.
Sat. And therefore, lovely Tamora, Queen of Goths.
That, like the ftately Phabe 'mong her nymphs,
Doft over-fhine the gallant'ft Dames of Rome;
If thou be pleas'd with this my fudden choice,
Behold, I chufe thee, Tamora, for my bride,
And will create thee Emperefs of Rome.

Speak, Queen of Goths,, doft thou applaud my choice
And here I fwear by all the Roman Gods,
(Sith prieft and holy water are fo near,
And tapers burn fo bright, and every thing
In readiness for Hymeneus stands,)

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; Whose wisdom hath her fortune conquered: There fhall we confummate our spousal rites.

Manet Titus Andronicus.

Tit. I am not bid to wait upon this bride. Titus, when wert thou wont to walk alone, Dishonour'd thus, and challenged of wrongs ?

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[Exeunt;

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,.
Nor thou, nor thefe confederates in the deed,
That hath difhonoured all our family;
Unworthy brother, and unworthy fons..

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

Tit. Traitors, away! he refts not in this tomb ;;
This Monument five hundred years hath stood,
Which I have fumptuously re-edified:

Here none but foldiers, and Rome's Servitors,.
Repofe in fame: none bafely flain 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.

[Titus's fons Speak: Sons. And fhall, or him we will accompany. Tit. And fhall what villain was it fpake 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, ev'n thou haft ftruck upon my Creft, And with thefe boys mine Honour thou haft wounded. My foes I do repute you every one,

So trouble me no more, but get you gone.
Luc. He is not himfelf, let us withdraw.
Quin. Not I, 'till Mutius' bones be buried.

[The brother and the fons kneel. Mar. Brother, for in that name doth nature plead. Quin. Father, and in that name doth nature speak. Tit. Speak thou no more, if all the reft will speed. Mar. Renowned Titus, more than half my foul,

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 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, rife

The dismall'ft day is this, that e'er I faw,
To be dishonour'd by my fons in Rome:
Well; bury him, and bury me the next.

[They put him in the tomb.. Luc. There lie thy bones, fweet Mutins, with thy

friends,

'Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomb!

[They all kneel, and Jay ;:

No man fhed tears for noble Mutius;

He lives in fame, that died in virtue's cause..
Mar. My lord, to ftep out of thefe dreary dumps,
How comes it, that the fubtle Queen of Goths

Is of a fudden 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 fo 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, 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 with no lefs, and fo I take my leave.

Sat: Traytor, if Rome have law, or we have power,

Thous

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Thou and thy faction fhall repent this Rape.
Baf. 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,.
Answer I muft, and fhall 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 flay his youngest fon,.
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 Bafianus, leave to plead my deeds.
"Tis thou,, and thofe, 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 thofe princely eyes of thine,.
Then hear me fpeak, indifferently, for all;
And at my fuit (fweet) pardon what is past.
Sat. What, Madam! be dishonour'd openly,

And bafely put it up without revenge?

Tam. Not fo, my lord; the Gods of Rome forefend,

I fhould be author to dishonour you!

But, on mine honour dare. I undertake.
For good lord Titus' innocence in all;

Whole fury, not diffembled, fpeaks his griefs:
Then, at my fuit, look graciously on him,
Lofe not fo noble a friend on vain Suppose,
Nor with four looks afflict his gentle heart.-

My

[Afide..

My lord, be rul'd by me, be won at last,
Diffemble all your griefs and difcontents:
You are but newly planted in your Throne;
Left then the People and Patricians too,
Upon a juft furvey, take Titus' part;
And fo fupplant us for ingratitude,
Which Rome reputes to be a heinous fin,
Yield at intreats, and then let me alone;
I'll find a day to maffacre them all,
And raze their faction, and their family,
The cruel father, and his traiterous fons,.
To whom I fued for my dear fon's life:
And make them know, what 'tis to let a Queen
Kneel in the streets, and beg for grace in vain.-J
Come, come, fweet Emperor, come, Andronicus
Take up this good old man, and chear the heart,
That dies in tempeft of thy angry frown.

Sat. Rife, Titus, rife; my Empress hath prevail'd..
Tit. I thank your Majefty, and her; my lord,.
These words, these looks infufe new life in me..
Tam. Titus, I am incorporate in Rome,
A Roman now adopted happily:

your

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 friends and you.
For you, Prince Baffianus, I have past
My word and promife to the Emperor,
That you will be more mild and tractable.
And fear not, lords; and you, Lavinia,
advice all-humbled on your knees,

By my

You fhall ask pardon 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 fifter's honour and our own.

Mar. That on mine honour here I do proteft.
Sat. Away, and talk not; trouble us no more.

Tam. Nay, nay, fweet Emperor, we muft all be

friends.

The Tribune and his Nephews kneel for grace,