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Chosen Andronicus, surnamed Pius,

Tears of true joy for his return to Rome,
For many good and great deserts to Rome: Thou great defender of this d Capitol,
A nobler man, a braver warrior,

Stand gracious to the rites that we intend!
Lives not this day within the city walls.

Romans, of five-and-twenty valiant sons, He by the senate is "accited home,

Half of the number that king Priam had, From weary wars against the barbarous Goths; Behold the poor remains, alive, and dead ! That, with his sons, a terror to our foes,

These that survive let Rome reward with love; Hath yok'd a nation strong, train'd up in arms. These that I bring unto their latest home, Ten years are spent since first he undertook With burial amongst their ancestors: This

cause of Rome, and chastised with arms Here Goths have given me leave to sheath my sword. Our enemies' pride : five times he hath return'd Titus, unkind, and careless of thine own, Bleeding to Rome, bearing his valiant sons Why suffer'st thou thy sons, unburied yet, In coffins from the field;

To hover on the dreadful shore of Styx ? And now at last, laden with honor's spoils, Make way to lay them by their brethren. Returns the good Andronicus to Rome,

[The Tomb is opened. Renowned Titus, flourishing in arms.

There greet in silence, as the dead are wont, Let us entreat,-by honor of his name,

And sleep in peace, slain in your country's wars ! Whom worthily you would have now succeed, O sacred receptacle of my joys, And in the Capitol and senate's right,

Sweet cell of virtue and nobility, Whom you pretend to honor and adore,

How many sons * hast thou of mine in store, That you withdraw you, and abate your strength : That thou wilt never render 10 me more? Dismiss your followers, and, as suitors should, Lu. Give us the proudest prisoner of the Goths: Plead your deserts in peace and humbleness. That we may hew his limbs, and on a pile Sat. How fair the tribune speaks to calm my Ad manes fratrum sacrifice his flesh, thoughts.

Before this earthy prison of their bones; Bas. Marcus Andronicus, so I do baffy

That so their shadows be not unappeas'd, In thy uprightness and integrity,

Nor we disturb'd with prodigies on earth. And so I love and honor thee and thine,

T'it. I give him you; the noblest that survives, Thy noble brother Titus, and his sons,

The eldest son of this distressed queen. And her, to whom my thoughts are humbled all, Tam. Stay, Roman brethren !-Gracious conqueror, Gracious Lavinia, Rome's rich ornament,

Victorious Titus, frue the tears I shed, That I will here dismiss my loving friends;

A mother's tears in & passion for her son :
And to my fortunes, and the people's favor, And, if thy sons were ever dear to thee,
Commit my cause in balance to be weigh'd. O! think my son to be as dear to me.

[E.ceunt the Followers of BASSIANUS. Sufficeth not, that we are brought to Rome,
Sat. Friends, that have been thus forward in my To beautify thy triumphs, and return,
I thank you all, and here dismiss you all; [right, Captive to thee, and to thy Roman yoke ;
And to the love and favor of my country

But must my sons be slaughter'd in the streets, Commit myself, my person, and my cause. For valiant doings in their country's cause?

[Exeunt the Followers of SATURNINUS. O! if to fight for king and common weat Rome, be as just and gracious unto me,

Were piety in thine, it is in these. As I am confident and kind to thee.

Andronicus, stain not thy tomb with blood. Open the 2 brazen gates, and let me in.

Wilt thou draw near the nature of the gods ? Bas. Tribunes, and me, a poor competitor. Draw near them, then, in being merciful: [Sat, and Bas. go into the Capitol; and exeunt Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge. with Senators, Marcus, fic.

Thrice-noble Titus, spare my first-born son.

Tit. Patient yourself, madam, and pardon me. SCENE II. - The Same.

These are their brethren, whom you Goths beheld

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

Religiously they ask a sacrifice :
Cap. Romans, make way! The good Andronicus, To this your son is marked; and die he must,
Patron of virtue, Rome's best champion,

T' appease their groaning shadows that are 6 dust." Successful in the battles that he fights,

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

And with our swords, upon a pile of wood, From where he circumscribed with his sword,

Let's hew his limbs, till they be clean consum'd. And brought to yoke, the enemies of Rome.

[Eceunt Lucius, QUINTUS, MARTIUS, and

Mutius, with ALARBUS. Sound Drums and Trumpets, fc. Enter MARTIUS Tam. O cruel, irreligious piety! and Mutius: after them, two Men bearing a Cof

Chi. Was ever Scythia half so barbarous ? fin covered with black; then LUCIUS and QUINTUS.

Dem. Opposé not Scythia to ambitious Rome. After them, Titus ANDRONICus; and then TA- Alarbus goes to rest; and we survive MORA, with ÅLARBUS, CHIRON, DEMETRIUS, To tremble under Titus' threatening look. AARON, and other Goths, prisoners; Soldiers Then, madam, stand resolv'd; but hope withal, and People, following. The Bearers set down the self-same gods, that arm'd the queen of Troy the Coffin.s

With opportunity of sharp revenge Tit

. Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning weeds! Upon the Thracian tyrant in his tent, Lo! as the bark that hath discharg'd here fraught May favor Tamora, the queen of Goths, Returns with precious lading to the bay,

(When Goths were Goths, and Tamora was queen) From whence at first she weigh'd hér anchorage, To quit the bloody wrongs upon her foes. Cometh Andronicus, bound with laurel boughs, To re-salute his country with his tears ;

& Jupiter, to whom the Capitol was sacred. It was supposed that the ghosts of unburied people appeared to solicit

the rites of funeral. Lament.--"In passion," i e, in Summoned. Contido Freight


Re-enter Lucius, Quintus, MARTIUS, and Mutius, Sat. Proud and ambitious tribune, canst thou tell !— rith their Swords bloody.

Tit. Patience, prince Saturninus. Luc. See, lord and father, how we have perform'd Sat.

Romans, do me right.Our Roman rites. Alarbus' limbs are lopp'a,

Patricians, draw your swords, and sheath them not And entrails feed the sacrificing fire,

Till Saturninus be Rome's emperor. Whose smoke, like incense, doth perfume the sky.

Andronicus, would thou wert shipp'd to hell, Remaineth nought, but to inter our brethren,

Rather than rob me of the people's hearts. And with loud 'larums welcome them to Rome. Luc. Proud Saturnine, interrupter of the good Tit. Let it be so; and let Andronicus

That noble-minded Titus means to thee! Make this his latest farewell to their souls.

Tit. Content thee, prince: I will restore to thee [ Trumpets sounded, and the Coffins laid in the The people's hearts, and wean them from themselves. Tomb.

Bas. Andronicus, I do not flatter thee, In peace and honor rest you here, my sons ; But honor thee, and will do till I die:

[ Kneeling. My faction if thou strengthen with thy friends, Rome's readiest champions, repose you here in rest, I will most thankful be; and thanks, to men Secure from worldly chances and mishaps !

Of noble minds, is honorable meed. Here lurks no treason, here no envy swells,

Tit. People of Rome, and people's tribunes, here Here grow no damned grudges; here ” no storms, I ask your voices, and your suffrages: No noise, but silence and eternal sleep.

Will you bestow them friendly on Andronicus! In peace and honor rest you here, my sons!

Trib. To gratify the good Andronicus,

3[Rising. And gratulate his safe return to Rome, Enter LAVINIA.

The people will accept whom he admits.

Tit. Tribunes, I thank you; and this suit I make, Lav. In peace and honor live lord Titus long; My noble lord and father, live in fame.

That you create your emperor's eldest son,

Lord Saturnine, whose virtues will, I hope,
Lo! at this tomb my tributary tears

Reflect on Rome, as e Titan's rays on earth,
I render, for my brethren's obsequies;
And at thy feet I kneel, with tears of joy

And ripen justice in this common-weal:
Shed on the earth for thy return to Rome :

Then, if you will elect by my advice, O! bless me here with thy victorious hand,

Crown him, and say, "Long live our emperor!" Whose fortunes Rome's best citizens applaud.

Mar. With voices and applause of every sort, Tit. Kind Rome, that hast thus lovingly reserv'd Lord Saturninus, Rome's great emperor,

Patricians, and plebeians, we create
The cordial of mine age to glad my heart !
Lavinia, live; outlive thy father's days,

And say,—"Long live our emperor Saturnine !" And fame's eternal date, for virtue's praise !

[4 long Flourish. Shorts

Sat. Titus Andronicus, for thy favors done
Enter MARCUS ANDRONICUS, SATURNINUS, To us in our election this day,
BASSIANUS, and others.

I give thee thanks in part of thy deserts,
Mar. Long live lord Titus, my beloved brother, And will with deeds requite thy gentleness:
Gracious triumpher in the eyes of Rome!

And, for an onset, Titus, to advance
Tit. Thanks, gentle tribune, noble brother Marcus. Thy name and honorable family,

Mar. And welcome, nephews, from successful wars, Lavinia will I make my empress,
You that survive, and you that sleep in fame. Rome's royal mistress, mistress of my heart,
Fair lords, your fortunes are alike in all,

And in the sacred Pantheon her espouse.
That in your country's service drew your swords ; Tell me, Andronicus, doth this motion please thee
But safer triumph is this funeral pomp,

Tit. It doth, my worthy lord; and in this match That hath aspir'd to Solon's " happiness,

I hold me highly honor'd of your grace: And triumph's over chance in honor's bed. And here, in sight of Rome, to Saturnine, Titus Andronicus, the people of Rome,

King and commander of our common-weal, Whose friend in justice thou hast ever been, The wide world's emperor, do I consecrate Send thee by me, their tribune and their trust, My sword, my chariot, and my prisoners; This palliament of white and spotless hue; Presents well worthy Rome's imperial lord: And name thee in election for the empire,

Receive them, then, the tribute that I owe, With these our late-deceased emperor's sons. Mine honor's ensigns humbled at thy feet. Be candidatus then, and put it on,

Sat. Thanks, noble Titus, father of my life! And help to set a head on headless Rome.

How proud I am of thee, and of thy gifts,
Tit. Å better head her glorious body fits, Rome shall record; and, when I do forget
Than his that shakes for age and feebleness: The least of these unspeakable deserts,
What! should I don this robe, and trouble you? Romans, forget your fealty to me.
*Be chose with acclamations to-day;

T'it. Now, madam, are you prisoner to an emperor; To-morrow, yield up rule, resign my life,

[To TAMORA And set abroach new business for you all ? — To him, that for your honor and your state, Rome, I have been thy soldier forty years, Will use you nobly, and your followers. And led my country's strength successfully,

Sat. A goodly lady, trust me; of the hue *[ Aside. And buried one-and-twenty valiant sons,

That I would choose, were I to choose anew.Knighted in field, slain manfully in arms,

'[ To her.] Clear up, fair queen, that cloudy, counte In right and service of their noble country.

nance :

(cheer, Give me a staff of honor for mine age,

Though chance of war hath wrought this change of But not a sceptre to control the world :

Thou com'st not to be made a scorn in Rome: Upright he held it, lords, that held it last.

Princely shall be thy usage every way. Mar. Titus, thou shalt 6 obtain the dempery. Rest on my word, and let not discontent

Daunt all your hopes: madam, he comforts you, • The maxim alluded to is, that no man can be pronounced happy before his death.- Robe - Put on. Empire ; sovereignty.

"Titan's," L e., the sun's

Can make you greater than the queen of Goths. If Saturnine advance the queen of Goths,
Lavinia, you are not displeas'd with this?

She will a handmaid be to his desires,
Lav. Not I, my lord ; a sith true nobility

A loving nurse, a mother to his youth.

[company Warrants these words in princely courtesy.

Sat. Ascend, fair queen, Pantheon.-Lords, acSat. Thanks, sweet Lavinia, — Romans, let us go. Your noble emperor, and his lovely bride, Ransomless here we set our prisoners free:

Sent by the heavens for prince Saturnine, Proclaim our honors, lords, with trump and drum. Whose wisdom hath her fortune conquered: Bas. Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is mine. There shall we consummate our spousal rites.

[Seizing LAVINIA. [Exeunt SATURNINUS and his Followers; TAMORA, Tit. How, sir! Are you in earnest, then, my lord ? and her Sons; AARON and Goths. Bas. Ay, noble Titus; and resolv'd withal,

Tit. I am not e bid to wait upon this bride. To do myself this reason and this right.

Titus, when wert thou wont to walk alone, [The Emperor courts Tamora in dumb show. Dishonor'd thus, and challenged of wrongs? Mar. Suum cuique is our Roman justice :

Re-enter MARCUS, Lucius, Quintus, and MARTIUS. This prince in justice seizeth but his own.

Mar. 0, Titus, see, O, see what thou hast done! Luc. And that he will, and shall, if Lucius live.

In a bad quarrel slain a virtuous son. Tit. Traitors, avaunt! Where is the emperor's

Tit. No, foolish tribune, no; no son of mine, Treason, my lord! Lavinia is surpris’d. [guard? Nor thou, nor these, confederates in the deed Sat. Surpris'd! By whom?

That hath dishonor'd all our family: Bas.

By him that justly may Unworthy brother, and unworthy sons! Bear his betroth'd from all the world away. [Exeunt Marcus and Bassianus, with LAVINIA. Give Mutius burial with our brethren.

Luc. But let us give him burial, as becomes : Mut. Brothers, help to convey her hence away,

Tit. Traitors, away! he rests not in this tomb. And with my sword I'll keep this door safe.

[Exeunt Lucius, QUINTUS, and MARTIUS. This monument five hundred years hath stood, Tit. Follow, my lord, and I'll soon bring her back. Here none but soldiers, and Rome's servitors,

Which I have sumptuously re-edified: Mut. My lord, you pass not here.

Repose in fame; none basely slain in brawls.

What, villain boy!
Barr'st me my way in Rome? [Titus kills Mutius: Bury him where you can, he comes not here.

Mar. My lord, this is impiety in you.

Help, Lucius, help! My nephew Mutius' deeds do plead for him:
Re-enter Lucius.

He must be buried with his brethren.
Luc. My lord, you are unjust; and, more than so, Quin. Mart. And shall, or him we will accompany.
In wrongful quarrel you have slain your son.

Tit. And shall! What villain was it spoke that Tit. Nor thou, nor he, nor any sons of mine:

word ? My sons would never so dishonor me.

Quin. He that would vouch't in any place but here. Traitor, restore Lavinia to the emperor.


. What! would you bury him in my despite ? Luc. Dead, if you will; but not to be his wife, Mar. No, noble Titus; but entreat of thee That is another's lawful promis'd love. [Exit. To pardon Mutius, and to bury him.

Sat. No, Titus, no; the emperor needs her not, T'it. Marcus, even thou hast struck upon my crest, Nor her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock:

And, with these boys, mine honor thou hast wounded: I'll trust by leisure him that mocks me once; My foes I do repute you every one ; Thee never, nor thy traitorous haughty song,

So, trouble me no more, but get you gone. Confederates all thus to dishonor me.

Mart. He is not himself: let us withdraw awhile, Was there none else in Rome to make a stale, Quin. Not I, till Mutius' bones be buried. But Saturnine? Full well, Andronicus,

[Marcus and the Sons of Titus kneel. Agree these deeds with that proud brag of thine, Mar. Brother, for in that name doth nature plead. That said'st, I begg'd the empire at thy hands. Quin. Father, and in that name doth nature speak. Tit. O monstrous ! what reproachful words are Tit. Speak thou no more, if all the rest will speed. these?

Mar. Renowned Titus, more than half my soul, Sat. But go thy ways; go, give that changing piece Luc. Dear father, soul and substance of us all, To him that flourish'd for her with his sword.

Mar. Suffer thy brother Marcus to inter A valiant son-in-law thou shalt enjoy ;

His noble nephew here in virtue's nest, One fit to bandy with thy lawless sons,

That died in honor and Lavinja's cause. To ruffle in the commonwealth of Rome.

Thou art a Roman, be not barbarous : Tit. These words are razors to my wounded heart. The Greeks upon advice did bury Ajax,

Sat. And therefore, lovely Tamora, queen of Goths, That slew himself, and wise Laertes' son That, like the stately Phoebe 'mongst her nymphs, Did graciously plead for his funerals. Dost overshine the gallant'st dames of Rome, Let not young Mulius, then, that was thy joy, If thou be pleas'd with this my sudden choice, Be barr'd his entrance here. Behold, I choose thee, Tamora, for my bride,


Rise, Marcus, rise. And will create thee empress of Rome.

The dismall'st day is this, that e'er I saw,
Speak, queen of Goths, dost thou applaud my choice? To be dishonor'd by my sons in Rome!
And here I swear by all the Roman gods, Well, bury him, and bury me the next.
d Sith priest and holy water are so near,

[Mutius is put into the Tomb. And tapers burn so bright, and every thing

Luc. There lie thy bones, sweet Mutius, with thy In readiness for Hymeneus stand,

Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomb! (friends, I will not re-salute the streets of Rome,

AU. No man shed tears for noble Mutius ; Or climb my palace, till from forth this place He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause. I lead espous's my bride along with me.

Mar. My lords,-to step out of these dreary Tam. And here, in sight of heaven, to Rome I swear, dumps,

How comes it that the subtle queen of Goths • Since... Stalking-horse." To ruffle," 1 e., to play the bully, Since.


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Is of a sudden thus advanc'd in Rome?

That dies in tempest of thy angry frown,
Tit. I know not, Marcus, but I know it is ;

Sat. Rise, Titus, rise: my empress hath prevail'd.
Whether by device or no, the heavens can tell. Tit. I thank your majesty, and her, my lord.
Is she not, then, beholding to the man

These words, these looks, infuse new life in me,
That brought her for this high good turn so far? Tam. Titus, I am incorporate in Rome,
Yes, and will nobly him remunerate.

A Roman now adopted happily,
Flourish. Re-enter, at one side, SATURNINUS, at- And must advise the emperor for his good.

tended; TAMORA, DEMETRIUS, CHIRON, and This day all quarrels die, Andronicus -
Aaron: at the other side, Bassianus, LAVINIA, And let it be mine honor, good my lord,
and others.

That I have reconcil'd your friends and you.-
Sat. So Bassianus, you have play'd your prize?

For you, prince Bassianus, I have pass'd

My word and promise to the emperor,
God give you joy, sir, of your gallant bride.
Bas. And you of yours, my lord. I say no more, And fear not, lords, -and you, Lavinia.-

That you will be more mild and tractable.
Nor wish no less; and so I take my leave.
Sat. Traitor, if Rome have law, or we have power, You shall ask pardon of his majesty:

By my advice, all humbled on your knees,
Thou and thy faction shall repent this rape.
Bas. Rrpe, call you it, my lord, to seize my own, That what we did was mildly, as we might


Luc. We do; and vow to heaven, and to his highness,
My true-betrothed love, and now my wife?
But let the laws of Rome determine all;
Mean while, I am possess'd of that is mine.

Tendering our sister's honor, and our own.

Mar. That on mine honor here I do protest.
Sat. 'Tis good, sir: you are very short with us ;
But, if we live, we'll be as sharp with you.

Sat. Away, and talk not: trouble us no more.-
Bas. My lord, what I have done, as best I may,

Tam. Nay, nay, sweet emperor, we must all be

Answer I must, and shall do with my life:
Only thus much I give your grace to know.

The tribune and his nephews kneel for grace:
By all the duties that I owe to Rome,

I will not be denied. Sweet heart, look back, This noble gentleman, lord Titus here,

Sat. Marcus, for thy sake, and thy brother's here,
Is in opinion, and in honor, wrong'd ;

And at my lovely Tamora's entreats,
That in the rescue of Lavinia

I do remit these young men's heinous faults.
With his own hand did slay his youngest son,

[ They stand up

Lavinia, though you left me like a churl,
In zeal to you, and highly mov'd to wrath,
To be controll'd in that he frankly gave.

I found a friend; and sure as death I swore,
Receive him, then, to favor, Saturnine,

I would not part a bachelor from the priest. That hath express'd himself, in all his deeds,

Come; if the emperor's court can feast two brides, A father, and a friend, to thee, and Rome.

You are my guest, Lavinia, and your friends.Tit. Prince Bassianus, * leave to plead my deeds: This day shall be a love-day, Tamora. 'Tis thou, and those, that have dishonor'd me.

Tit. To-morrow, an it please your majesty, Rome and the righteous heavens be my judge,

To hunt the panther and the hart with me,

With horn and hound we'll give your grace bonjour,
How I have lov'd and honor'a Saturnine.

Sat. Be it so, Titus, and gramercy too.
Tam. My worthy lord, if ever Tamora
Were gracious in those princely eyes of thine,

*[Trumpets. Excel
Then hear me speak indifferently for all;
And at my suit, sweet, pardon what is past.

Sat. What, madam! be dishonor'd openly,
And basely put it up without revenge?

Tam. Not so, my lord: the gods of Rome forefend,
I should be author to dishonor you!
But, on mine honor, dare I undertake

SCENE I.-The Same. Before the Palace.
For good lord Titus' innocence in all,

Enter AARON.
Whose fury, not dissembled, speaks his griefs.
Then, at my suit look graciously on him;

Aar. Now climbeth Tamora Olympus' top,
Lose not so noble a friend on vain suppose,

Safe out of fortune's shot; and sits alost,
Nor with sour looks afflict his gentle heart.

Secure of thunder's crack, or lightning flash,
My lord, be rul'd by me, be won at Inst;

Advanced above pale envy's threatening reach. [ Aside to Sat.

As when the golden sun salutes the morn,
Dissemble all your griefs and discontents :

And having gilt the ocean with his beams,
You are but newly planted in your throne ;

Gallops the zodiac in his glistering coach,
Lest, then, the people, and patricians too,

And overlooks the highest-peering bills;
Upon a just survey, take Titus' part,

So Tamora.-
And so supplant you for ingratitude,

Upon her 6 will doth earthly honor wait,
Which Rome reputes to be a heinous sin,

And virtue stoops and trembles at her frown.
Yield at bentreats, and then let me alone.

Then, Aaron, arm thy heart, and fit thy thoughts, I'll find a day to massacre them all,

To mount aloft with thy imperial mistress i And raze their faction, and their family,

And mount her pitch, whom thou in triumph long The cruel father, and his traitorous sons,

Hast prisoner held, fetter'd in amorous chains, To whom I sued for my dear son's life ;

And faster bound to Aaron's charming eyes
And make them know what 'tis to let a queen

Than? Was Prometheus tied to Caucasus.
Kneel in the streets, and beg for grace in vain.--

Away with slavish weeds, and servile thoughts!
Come, come, sweet emperor, -come, Apdronicus, I will be bright, and shine in pearl and gold,


To wait upon this new-made empress.
Take up this good old man, and cheer the heart

To wait, said I ? to wanton with this queen,

This goddess, this Semiramis, this nymph, *Cease. Entreaties.

This syren, that will charm Rome's Saturnine,

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And see his shipwreck, and his commonweal's. Of a cut loaf to steal a Kshive, we know:
Holla! what storm is this?

Though Bassianus be the emperor's brother,
Enter DEMETRIUS and Chiron, braving.

Better than he have worn Vulcan's badge.

Aar. Ay, and as good as Saturninus may. [ Aside. Dem. Chiron, thy years want wit, thy wit wants edge

Dem. Then, why should he despair, that knows to And manners, to intrude where I am grac'd,

With words, fair looks, and liberality ? [court it And may, for aught thou know'st, affected be.

What! hast thou not full often struck a doe,
Chi. Demetrius, thou dost over-ween in all,
And so in this, to bear me down with braves.

And borne her cleanly by the keeper's nose? 'Tis not the difference of a year, or two,

Aar. Why then, it seems, some certain snatch or so

Would serve your turns. Makes me less gracious, thee more fortunate :


Ay, so the turn were serv'd.
I am as able, and as fit, as thou,
To serve, and to deserve my mistress' grace;

Dem. Aaron, thou hast hit it.

Would you had hit it too;
And that my sword upon thee shall approve,
And plead my passions for Lavinia's love. [peace. Why, hark ye, hark ye,-and are you such fools,

Then should not we be tir'd with this ado. Aar. a Clubs, clubs ! these lovers will not keep the To lsquare for this ? Would it offend you, then,

Dem. Why, boy, although our mother, unadvis’d, That both should speed? Gave you a dancing rapier by your side,


Faith, not me. Are you so desperate grown, to threat your friends ?

Dem. Nor me, so I were one. Go to; have your lath glued within your sheath,


Aar. For shame! be friends, and join for that you Till you know better how to handle it. Chi. Mean while, sir, with the little skill I have, That you affect; and so must you resolve,

'Tis policy and stratagem must do Full well shalt thou perceive how much I dare. Dem. Ay, boy; grow ye so brave? [They drar. You must, perforce, accomplish as you may

That what you cannot as you would achieve, Aar.

Why, how now, lords ! So near the emperor's palace dare you draw,

Take this of me: Lucrece was not more chaste And maintain such a quarrel openly?

Than this Lavinin, Bassianus' love. Full well I ¢ wot the ground of all this grudge :

A speedier course than lingering languishment I would not for a million of gold,

Must we pursue, and I have found the path. The cause were known to them it most concerns;

My lords, a solemn hunting is in hand;

There will the lovely Roman ladies troop:
Nor would your noble mother for much more
Be so dishonor'd in the court of Rome.

The forest walks are wide and spacious,
Fo- shame! put up.

And many unfrequented plots there are,
Not I; till I have sheath'd

Fitted by i kind for rape and villainy,
My rapier in his bosom, and, withal,

Single you thither, then, this dainty doe, Thrust those reproachful speeches down his throat,

And strike her home by force, if not by words: That he hath breath'd in my dishonor here.

This way, or not at all, stand you in hope. Chi. For that I am prepar'd and full resolv'd,

Come, come; our empress, with her * sacred wit, Foul-spoken coward, that thunder'st with thy tongue, Will we acquaint with all that we intend;

To villainy and vengeance consecrate, And with thy weapon nothing dar'st perform.

And she shall 'file our engines with advice, Aar. Away, I say!

That will not suffer you to square yourselves, | Now by the gods that warlike Goths adore,

But to your wishes' height advance you both.
This petty d brabble will undo us all.
Why, lords,--and think you not how dangerous

The emperor's court is like the house of fame,

The palace full of tongues, of eyes, and ears: It is to ejet upon a prince's right?

The woods are ruthless, % dreadless, deaf, and dull; What! is Lavinia then become so loose,

There speak, and strike, brave boys, and take your Or Bassianus so degenerate,

turns : That for her love such quarrels may be broach'd, Without controlment, justice, or revenge?

There serve your lust, shadow'd from heaven's eye, Young lords, beware an should the empress know And revel in Lavinia's treasury. This discord's ground, the music would not please.

Chi. Thy counsel, lad, smells of no cowardice.

Deim. Sit fas aut nefas, till I find the stream Chi. I čare not, I, knew she and all the world : I love Lavinia more than all the world.

To cool this heat, a charm to culm these fits,

[choice: Dem. Youngling, learn thou to make some meaner

Per Styga, per manes vehor.

[Exeunt. Lavinia is thine elder brother's hope.

Aar. Why, are ye mad? or know ye not, in Rome SCENE II.-A Forest near Romé. Horns, and How furious and impatient they be,

cry of Hounds heard. And cannot brook competitors in love?

Enter Titus ANDRONICUS, with Hunters, fe. MarI tell you, lords, you do but plot your deaths

cus, Lucius, QUINTUS, and MARTIUS.
By this device.
Aaron, a thousand deaths

Tit. The hunt is up, the morn is bright and gay, Would I propose, to achieve her whom I love, The fields are fragrant, and the woods are * wide. Aar. To achieve her -How?

Uncouple here, and let us make a bay,
Dem. . Why mak'st thou it so stranige? And wake the emperor and his lovely bride,
She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd;

And rouse the prince, and 5 sing a hunter's round, She is a woman, therefore may be won;

That all the court may echo with the sound. She is Lavinia, therefore must be lov'd.

Sons, let it be your charge, and so will I, What, man! more water glideth by the mill To attend the emperor's person carefully: Than wots the miller of; and easy 'tis

I have been troubled in my sleep this night,

Clubs ! was the cry for help in street tiots. "Dancing Slice. Quarrel. - Naturo.-- Sacred here signifies aprapier," i. e., a sword worn in dancing. - Know. - cursed: a Latinism - The allusion is to the smoothing op• Brawl; squabble.Intrude--* Propose," 1. e., proposeerations of the file, by which the motion of machinery is to venture.


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