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As I have given out bim.-My sons, I must,

That after this strange starting from your orbs, For mine own part, unfold a dangerous speech, You may reign in them now !-O Imogeu, Though, haply, well for you.

Thou hast lost by this a kingdom.
Arv.
Your danger is Imo.

No, my lord; Ours.

I have got two worlds by't.-O my gentle bruGui. And our good is his,

thers, Bel.

Have at it then. Have we thus met? O never say hereafter Ry leave;-Thon hadst, great king, a subject, But I am truest speaker: you call'd me brother, Was called Belarius.

(who When I was but your sister; I you brothers, Супе. What of him? he is

When you were so indeed. A banish'd traitor.

Сут. .

Did you e'er meet? Bel. He it is, that hath

Arv. Ay, my good lord. Assum'd this age: indeed, a banish'd man; Gui.

And at first meeting lov'd; I know not how, a traitor.

Continued so, until we thought he died. Cym.

Take him hence; Cor. By the queen's dram she swallow'd. The whole world shall not save him.

Cym.

O rare instinct! Bel.

Not too hot; When shall I hear all through? This tierce First pay me for the nursing of thy sons;

abridgment And let it be confiscate all, so soon

Hath to it circumstantial branches, which As I have receiv'd it.

Distinction should be rich in.- Where, how Сут. Nursing of my sons !

liv'd you? Bel. I am too blunt and saucy: Here's my And when came you to serve our Roman captive? Ere I arise, I will prefer my sons; [knee; How parted with your brothers? how first met Then, spare not the old father. Mighty sir,

them?

[These, These two young gentlemen, that call me father, Why fled you from the court? and whither? And think they are my sons, are none of mine; And your three motives to the battle, with They are the issue of your loins, my liege, I know not how much more, should be deAnd blood of your begetting.

And all the other by dependencies, (manded ; Cym.

How! my issue? From chance to chance; but nor the time, nor Bel. So sure as you your father's. I, old Will serve our long intergatories. See, place, Morgan,

Posthumus anchors upon Imogen; Am that Belarius whom you sometime banish'd: And she, like harmless lightning,throws hereye Your pleasure was my mere offence, my punish- On him, her brothers, me, her master; hitting ment

Each object with a joy; the counterchange Itself, and all my treason; that I sufferid, Is severally in all. Let's quit this ground, Was all the harm I did. These gentle princes And smoke the temple with our sacrifices.(For such and so they are) these twenty years Thou art my brother; So we'll hold thee ever. Have I train'd up: those arts they have, as I

[TO BELARIUS. Could put into them; my breeding was, sir, as Imo. You are my father too; and did relieve Your highness knows. Their nurse, Euriphile, To see this gracious season.

[me, Whom for the theft Iwedded, stole these children Cym.

All o'erjoy'd, Upon my banishment: I mov'd her to 't; Save these in bonds: let them be joyful too, Having receiv'd the punishment before, For they shall taste our comfort. For that which I did then: Beaten for loyalty, Imo.

My good master Excited me to treason; Their dear loss, I will yet do you service, The more of you 'twas felt, the more it shap'd Luc.

Happy be you! Unto my end of stealing them. But, gracious sir, Cym. The forlorn soldier, that so noblyfought, Here are your song again; and I must lose He would have well becom'd this place, and Two of the sweet'st companions in the world: The thankings of a king.

(grac'd The benediction of these covering heavens Post.

I am, sir, Fall on their heads like dew! for they are worthy The soldier that did accompany these three To inlay heaven with stars.

In poor beseeming: 'twas a fitment for Cym.

Thou weep'st and speak'st. The purpose I then follow'd;- That I was he, The service, that you three have done, is more Speak, Tachimo; I had you down, and might Unlike than this thou tell'st: I lost my children; Have made you finish. If these be they, I know not how to wish Iach.

I am down again: [K'neeling. A pair of worthier sons.

But now my hcavy conscience sinks my knee, Bel.

Be pleas'd awhile.- As then your force did. Take that life,'beseech This gentleman, whom I call Polydore,

you, Most worthy prince, as yours, is true Guiderius; Which I so often owe: but, your ring first; This gentleman, my Cadwal, Arviragus, And here the bracelet of the truest princess, Your younger princely son : 'he, sir, was lapp'd | That ever swore her faith. In a most curious mantle, wrought by the hand Post.

Kneel not to me: Of his queen mother, which for more probation, The power that I have on yon, is to spare you; I can with ease produce.

The malice towards you, to forgive you. Live, Cym.

Guiderius had And deal with others better. Upon his neck a mole, a sanguine star:

Cym.

Nobly doom'd: It was a mark of wonder.

We'll learn onr freeness of a son-in-law; Bel.

This is he; Pardon's the word to all. Who hath upon him still that natural stamp; Arv.

You holp us, sir, It was wise nature's end in the donation, As you did mean indeed to be our brother; To be his evidence now.

Joy'd are we, that you are. (of Rome; Cym. 0, what am I

Post. Your servant, princes.-Good my lord A mother to the birth of three? Ne'er mother Call forth your soothsayer: As I slept, moRejoic'd deliverance more : Bless'd may you be, Great Jupiter, upon his eagle back, (though,

Appear'd to me, with other sprightly shows So vanishd: which foreshow'd our princely
of mine own kindred; when I wak’d, I found eagle,
This label on my bosom; whose containing The imperial Cæsar, should again unite
Is so from sense in hardness, that I can His favour with the radiant Cymbeline,
Make no collection of it; let him show Which shines here in the west.
His skill in the construction.

Cym.

Laud we the gods; Luc.

Philarmonus, And let our crooked smokes climb to their nosSooth. Here, my good lord.

trils Luc. Read, and declare the meaning. From our bless'd altars ! Publish we this peace

Sooth. (Reads.] When as a lion's whelp shall, to To all our subjects. Set we forward : Let himself unknown, without seeking find, and be em- A Roman and a British ensign wave braced by a piece of tender air ; and when from a Friendly together : so through Lud's town stately cedar shall be lopped branches, which, being march: dead many years shall after revive, be jointed to the And in the temple of great Jupiter old stock, and freshly grow; then shall Posthumus Our peace we'll ratify; seal it with feasts.-end his miseries, Britain be fortunate, and flourish Set on there -Never was a war did cease, in peace and plenty.

Ere bloody hands were wash'd, with such a Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp;

veace.

(Exeunt. The fit and apt construction of thy name, Being Leo-natus, doth import so much:

A SONG, The piece of tender air, thy virtuous daughter, sunG BY GUIDERIUS AND ARVIBAGUS OVER

[To CYMBELINE. Which we call mollis aer: and mollis aer

FIDELE, SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD. We term it mulier: which mulier I divine,

BY MR. WILLIAM COLLINS. Is this most constant wife : who, even now,

To fair Fidele's grassy tomb, Answeriug the letter of the oracle,

Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Unknown to you, unsought, were clipp'd about

Each opening sweet, of earliest bloom, With this most tender air.

And rifle all the breathing spring. Cym.

This hath some seeming. No wailing ghost shall dare appear Sooth. The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline,

To vex with shrieks this quiet grove :
Personates thee: and thy lopp'd branches point

But shepherd lads assemble here,
Thy two sons forth : who, by Belarius stolen, And melting virgins own their love.
For many years thought dead, are now reviv'd,
To the majestic cedar join'd; whose issue

No wither'd witch shall here be seen,
Promises Britain peace and plenty.

No goblins lead their nightly crew : Cym.

Well,

The female fays shall haunt the green,
My peace we will begin :- And, Caius Lucius, And dress thy grave with pearly dero.
Although the victor, we submit to Cæsar, The redbreast oft at evening hours
And to the Roman empire: promising

Shall kindly lend his little aid,
To pay our wonted tribute, from the which

With hoary moss, and gather'd flowers We were dissuaded by our wicked queen;

To deck the ground where thou art luid.
Whom heavens, in justice (both on her and hers),

When howling winds, and beating rain,
Have laid most heavy hand.
Sooth. The fingers of the powers above do tune

In tempests shake the silvan cell ;
The harmony of this peace. The vision

Or midst the chase on every plain,
Which I made known to Lucius, ere the stroke

The tender thought on thee shaŭ dwe.
Of this yet scarce cold battle, at this instant Each lonely scene shall thee restore;
Is full accomplish'd : for the Roman eagle, For thee the lear be duly shed ;
From south to west on wing soaring aloft, Relov'd till life could charm no more :
Lessen'd herself, and in the beams o' the sun And mourn'd till pity's self be dead.

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Persons Represented. SATURNINUS, Son to the late Emperor of Rome, ÆVILIUS, a noble Roman.

and afterwards declared Emperor himself. ALARBUS, BASSIANUS, Brother to Saturninus; in love with CHIRON, Sons to Tamora. Lavinia,

DEMETRIUS, TITUS ANDRONICUS, a noble Roman, General AARON, a Moor, beloved by Tamora. against the Goths.

A Captain, Tribune, Messenger, and Clown;
MARCUS ANDRONICUS, Tribune of the People; and Romans.
Brother to Titus.

Goths, and Romans.
Lucius,
QUINTUS,

TAMORA, Queen of the Goths.
MARTIUS
Sons to Titus Andronicus.

LAVINIA, Daughter to Titus Andronicus.
MUTIUS,

A Nurse, and a black Child. Young LUCIUS, a Boy, Son to Lucius.

Kinsmen of Titus, Senators, Tribunes, Officers, PUBLIUS, Son to Marcus, the Tribune.

Soldiers, and Attendants.
SCENE-Rome; and the Country near it.
Art First

Lives not this day within the city walls :

He by the senate is accited home, SCENE I. Rome. Before the Capitol,

From weary wars against the barbarous Goths:

That, with his sons, a terror to our foes, The Tomb of the Andronici appearing ; the Tri-Hath yok'd a nation strong, train'd up in arms.

bunes and Senators aloft, as in the Senate. Ten years are spent, since first he undertook Enter, below, SATURNINUS and his Followers, This cause of Rome, and chastised with arms on one side; and Bassianus and his Followers Our enemies' pride. Five times he hath retum'd on the other; with Drum and Colours. Bleeding to Rome, bearing his valiant sons

In coffins from the field; Sat. Noble patricians, patrons of my right, And now at last, laden with honours' spoils, Defend the justice of my cause with arms; Returns the good Andronicus to Rome, And, countrymen, my loving followers,

Renowned Titus, flourishing in arms. Plead my successive title with your swords:

Let us entreat,--By honour of his name, I am his first-born son, that was the last

Whom, worthily, you would have now succeed, That ware the Imperial diadem of Rome; And in the Capitol and senate's right, Then let my father's honours live in me,

Whom you pretend to honour and adore,Nor wrong mine age with this indignity. Bas. Romans,-friends, followers, favourers Dismiss your followers, and, as suitors should,

That you withdraw you, and abate your strength, of my right,

Plead your deserts in peace and humbleness. If ever Bassianus, Cæsar's son,

Sat. How fair the tribune speaks to calm my Were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome,

thoughts! Keep then this passage to the Capitol,

Bas. Marcus Andronicus, so I do affy
And suffer not dishonour to approach

In thy uprightness and integrity,
The imperial seat, to virtue consecrate, And so I love and honour thee and thine,
To justice, continence, and nobility.

Thy noble brother Titus, and his sons,
But let desert in pure election shine;

And her to whom my thoughts are humbled all. And, Romans, fight for freedom in your choice. Gracious Lavinia, Rome's

rich ornament, Enter MARCUS ANDRONICUS, aloft, with the Crown. That I will here dismiss my loving friends; Mar. Princes—that strive by factions, and by And to my fortunes, and the people's favour, friends,

Commit my cause in balance to be weigh'd. Ambitiously for rule and empery, (stand

(Eseunt the Followers of Bassianus, Know, that the people of Rome, for whom we Sat, Friends, that have been thus forward in A special party, have, by common voice,

my right, In election for the Roman empery,

I thank you all, and here dismiss you all : Chosen Andronicus, surnamed Pius,

And to the love, and favour of my country For many good and great deserts to Rome; Commit myself, my person, and the cause. A Dobler man, a braver warrior,

Exeunt the Followers of Saturninus.

Rome, be as just and gracious unto me, Wilt thou draw near the nature of the gods? As I am confident and kind to thee.

Draw near them then in being merciful: Open the gates, and let me in.

Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge; Bas. Tribunes! and me, a poor competitor. Thrice-noble Titus, spare my first-born son. [Sat, and Bas. go into the Capitol, and exeunt Tit. Patient yourself, madam, and pardon me, with Senators, MARCUS, &c. These are their brethren, whom you Goths be

held SCENE II. The same.

Alive, and dead; and for their brethren slain, Enter a Captain, and Others.

Religiously they ask a sacrifice : Cap. Romans, make way; The good Andro- To this your son is mark'd; and die he must, nicus,

To appease their groaning shadows that are Patron of virtue, Rome's best champion,

gone.

(straight, Successful in the battles that he fights,

Luc. Away with him! and make a fire With honour and with fortune is return'd,

And with our swords, upon a pile of wood, From whence he circumscribed with his sword, Let's hew his limbs, till they be clean consum'd. And brought to yoke, the enemies of Rome.

[Exeunt Lucius, QUINTUS, MARTIUS, and

MUTTUS, with ALARBUS. Flourish of Trumpets, &c. Enter MUTIUS and

Tam. O) cruel, irreligious piety! MARTIvs; after them Two Men, bearing a Coffin

Chi. Was ever Sycthia half so barbarous ? covered with black; then QUINTUS and Lucius.

Dem. Oppose not Scythia to ambitious Rome. After them, Titus ANDRONICUS; and then TA- Alarbus goes to rest; and we survive MORA, with ALARBUS, CHIRON, DEMETRIUS, To tremble under Titus' threatening look. Aaron, and other Goths, prisoners ; Soldiers Then, madam, stand resolvd; but hope withal, and People following. The Bearers set down the selfsame gods that arm'd the queen of Troy the Coffin, and Titus speaks.

With opportunity of sharp revenge Tit. Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning Upon the Thracian tyrant in his tent, weeds!

May favour Tamora, the queen of Goths Lo, as the bark that hath discharg'd herfraught,(When Goths were Goths, and Tamora was Returns with precious lading to the bay,

queen, From whence at first she weigh'd heranchorage, To quit the bloody wrongs upon her foes. Cometh Andronicus, bound with laurel boughs, Re-enter Lucius, QUINTUS, Martius, and MUTIUS, To resalute his country with his tears:

with their swords bloody. Tears of true joy for his return to Rome.

Lue. See, lord and father, how we have per'Thou great defender of this Capitol,

form'd Stand gracious to the rights that we intend !- Our Roman rites: Alarbus' limbs are lopp d, Romans, of five and twenty valiant sons, And entrails feed the sacrificing fire, Tsky, Half of the number that king Priam had, Whose smoke, like incense, doth perfume the Behold the poor remains alive, and dead!

Remaineth nought, but to inter our brethren, These, that survive, let Rome reward with love; And with loud 'larums welcome them to Rome. These, that I bring unto their latest home,

Tit. Let it be so, and let Andronicus With burial amongst their ancestors; (sword. Make this his latest farewell to their souls. Here Goths have given me leave to sheath my

[Trumpets sounded, and the Coffins laid in Titus, unkind, and careless of thine own,

the Tomb. Why suffer'st thou thy sons, unburied yet,

In peace and honour rest you here, my sons To hover on the dreadful shore of Styx ?

Rome's readiest champions, repose you here in Make way to lay them by their brethren.

rest, (The Tomb is opened. Secure from worldly chances and mishaps ! There greet in silence, as the dead are wont,

Here lurks no treason, here no envy swells, And sleep in peace, slain in your country's wars! Here grow no damned grudges; here are no sacred receptacle of my joys,

storms, Sweet cell of virtue and nobility,

No noise, but silence and eternal sleep.
How many sons of mine hast thou in store,
That thou wilt never render to me more ?

Enter LAVINIA.
Luc. Give us the proudest prisoner of the In peace and honour rest you here, my sons !
Goths,

Lav. Io peace and honour live Lord Titus long; That we may hew his limbs, and, on a pile,

My noble lord and father, live in fame! Ad manns fratrum sacrifice his flesh,

Lo! at this tomb my tributary tears Before this earthly prison of their bones;

I render, for my brethren's obsequies ; That so the shadows be not unappeas'd,

And at thy feet I kneel with tears of joy Nor we disturb'd with prodigies on earth.

Shed on the earth, for thy return to Rome: Tit. I give him you; the noblest that survives, 0, bless me here with thy victorious hand, The eldest son of this distressed queen.

Whose fortunes Rome's best citizens applaud. Tam. Stay, Roman brethren;-Gracious con

Tit. Kind Rome, thou hast thus lovingly Victorious Titus, rue the tears I shed, [queror, The cordial of mine age to glad my heart!

resery'd A mother's tears in passion for her son: And, if thy sons were ever dear to thee,

Lavinia, live; outlive thy father's days, O, think my son to be as dear to me,

And fame's eternal date, for virtue's praise ! Sufficeth not, that we are brought to Rome, Enter MARCUS ANDRONTOUS, SATURNINUS, BASTo beautify thy triumphs, and return,

SIANUS, and Others. Captive to thee, and to thy Roman yoke. Mar. Long live Lord Titus, my beloved broBut must my sons be slaughter'd in the streets, Gracious triumpher in the eyes of Rome!(ther, For valiant doings in their country's cause ? Tit. Thanks, gentle tribune, noble brother 01 if to fight for king and commonweal

Marcus.

[ful wars, Were piety in thine, it is in these.

Mar. And welcome, nephews, from successAndronicus, stain not thy tomb with blood : You that survive, and you that sleep in fame.

Fair lords, your fortunes are alike in all, Tit. It doth, my worthy lord; and, in this
That in your country's service drewyour swords: match,
But safer triumph is this funeral pomp, I hold me highly hononrd of your grace:
That hath aspir'd to Solon's happiness, And here, in sight of Rome, to Saturnine.-
And triumphs over chance, in honour's bed.- King and commander of our commonweal,
Titus Andronicus, the people of Rome, The wide world's emperor,--do I consecrate
Whose friend in justice thou hast ever been, My sword, my chariot, and my prisoners;
Send thee by me, their tribune, and their trust, Presents well worthy Rome's imperial lord :
This palliament of white and spotless hue; Receive them then, the tribute that I owe,
And name thee in election for the empire, Mine honour's ensigns humbled at thy feet.
With these our late deceased emperor's sons : Sat. Thanks, noble Titus, father of my life!
Be candidatus then, and put it on,

How proud I am of thee, and of thy gifts, And help to set a head on headless Rome. Rome shall record : and, when I do forget

Tit. A better head her glorions body fits, The least of these nnspeakable deserts, Than his, that shakes for age and feebleness; Romans, forget your fealty to me. What? should I don this robe, and trouble you ? Tit. Now, madam, are you prisoner to an Be chosen with proclamations to-day ;

emperor;

(To Tamoka. To-morrow, yield up rule, resign my life, To him, that for your honour and your state, And set abroad new business for you all ? Will use you nobly, and your followers. Rome, I have been thy soldier forty years, Sat. A goodly lady, trust me; of the hue And buried one and twenty valiant sons, That I would choose, were I to choose anew.Knighted in field, slain manfully in arins, Clear up, fair queen, that cloudy countenance; In right and service of their noble country: Though chance of war hath wrought this change Give me a staff of honour for mine age,

of cheer, But not a sceptre to control the world : Thou com'st pot to be made a scorn in Rome : Upright he held it, lords, that held it last. Princely shall be thy lisage every way. Mar. Titus, thou shalt obtain and ask the Rest on my word, and let not discontent (you, empery.

(tell,- Daunt all your hopes: Madam, he comforts Sat. Proud and ambitions tribune, canst thou can make you greater than the queen of Goths.Tit. Patience, Prince Saturnine.

Lavinia, you are not displeasd with this? Sat.

Romans, do me right; Lov. Not I, my lord ; sith true nobility Patricians, draw your swords, and sheath them Warrants these words in princely courtesy. (go: Till Saturninns be Rome's emperor: (not Sat. Thanks, sweet Lavinia.- Romans, let us Andronicus, 'would thou wert shipp'd to hell, Ransomeless here we set our prisoners free: Rather than rob me of the people's hearts. Proclaim our honours, lords, with trump and

Luc. Proud Saturnine, interrupter of the good drum.
That noble-minded Titus means to thee! Bas. Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is
Tit. Content thee, prince; I will restore to mine.

[Seizing LAVINIA. thee

(selves. Tit. How, sir? Are you in earnest then, my The people's hearts, and wean them from them lord ?

Bas. Andronicus, I do not flatter thee, Bas. Ay, noble Titus; and resolv'd withal, But honour thee, and will do till I die; To do myself this reason and this right. My faction if thou strengthen with thy friends, [The Emperor courts TAMORA in dumb shor, I will most thankful be: and thanks, to men Mar. Suum cuique is our Roman justice : Of noble minds, is honourable meed. (here. This prince in justice seizeth but his own.

Tit. People of Rome, and people's tribunes Luc. And that he will, and shall, if Lucius live. I ask your voices and your suffrages ;

Tit. Traitors, avaunt! Where is the emperor's Will you bestow them friendly on Andronicus? Treason, my lord ; Lavinia is surpris'd. (guard?

Trib. To gratify the good Andronicus, Sat. Surpris'd, by whom? And gratulate his safe return to Rome,

Bas.

By him that justly may The people will accept whom he admits. Bear his betroth'd from all the world away. Tit. Tribunes, I thank you; and this suit I (Exeunt Marcus and BASSIANUS,with LAVINIA. make,

Mut. Brothers, help to convey her hence away, That you create your emperor's eldest son, And with my sword I'll keep this door safe. Lord Saturnine ; whose virtues will, I hope,

[Errunt LUCIUS, QUINTUS, and MARTIUS. Reflect on Rome, as Titan's rays on earth, Til. Follow, my lord, and I'll soon bring her And ripen justice in this commonweal:

Mut. My lord, you pass not here. (back. Then if you will elect, by my advice,

Tit.

What, villain boy! Crown him, and say,---Lony live our emperor ! Barr'st me my way in Rome? Mar. With voices and applause of every sort,

[Titus kills MOTIUS. Patricians and plebeians, we create

Mut.

Help, Lucius, help. Lord Saturninus, Rome's great emperor;,

Re-enter Lucius. And say, Long live our emperor Saturnine ! Luc. My lord, you are unjust: and, more than

(A long Flourish. So, Sat. Titus Andronicus, for thy favours done In wrongful quarrel you have slain your son. To us in our election this day,

Tit. Nor thou, nor he, are any sons of mine : I give thee thanks in part of thy deserts, My sons would never so dishonour me; and will with deeds reqnite thy gentleness; Traitor, restore Lavinia to the emperor. And, for an onset, Titus, to advance

Luc. Dead, if you will: but not to be his wife, Thy name, and honourable family,

That is another's lawful promis'd love. [Erit. Lavinia will I make my emperess,

Sat. No, Titus, no; the emperor needs her not, Rome's royal mistress, mistress of my heart, Not her, nor thec, nor any of thy stock: And in the sacred Pantheon her espouse: I'll trust, by leisure, him that mocks me once; Tell me, Andronicus, doth this motion please Thee nerer, nor thy traitorous haughty sobs, thce?

Confederates all thus to dishonour me.

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