I will moft thankful be: and thanks, to men Tit. People of Rome, and people's tribunes here, Will you bestow them friendly on Andronicus? And gratulate his fafe return to Rome, Tit. Tribunes, I thank you: and this fuit I make, Lord Saturninus, Rome's great emperor; [A long flourish. Sat. Titus Andronicus, for thy favours done I give thee thanks in part of thy deserts, Rome's royal mistress, mistress of my heart, Tell me, Andronicus, doth this motion please thee? And here, in fight of Rome, to Saturnine,— The The wide world's emperor,—do I confecrate Tit. Now, madam, are you prisoner to an emperor; [To TAMORA. To him, that for your honour and your state, Will ufe you nobly, and your followers. Sat. A goodly lady, trust me; of the hue That I would choofe, were I to choose anew.Clear up, fair queen, that cloudy countenance; Though chance of war hath wrought this change of cheer, Thou com'ft not to be made a scorn in Rome : Princely fhall be thy usage every way. Reft on my word, and let not discontent Daunt all your hopes; Madam, he comforts you, Lav. Not I, my lord; fith true nobility Sat. Thanks, fweet Lavinia.-Romans, let us go: Ranfomless here we fet our prisoners free : Proclaim our honours, lords, with trump and drum. Baf. Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is mine. [Seizing LAVINIA. Tit. How, fir? Are you in earnest then, my lord? Baf. Ay, noble Titus; and refolv'd 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 fhall, if Lucius live. Tit. Traitors, avaunt! Where is the emperor's guard? Treafon, my lord; Lavinia is furpriz'd. Sat. Surpriz'd! By whom? Baf By him that justly may Bear his betroth'd 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 foon bring her back. Mut. My lord, you pass not here. Tit. Barr'ft me my way in Rome? What, villain boy! [TITUS kills MUTIUS. Mut. Help, Lucius, help! Re-enter LUCIUS. Luc. My lord, you are unjust; and, more than fo, My fons would never fo dishonour me : Luc. Dead, if you will; but not to be his wife, That is another's lawful promis'd love. Sat. No, Titus, no; the emperor needs her not, [Exit. Was |