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Tit. I know not, Marcus; but, I know, it is ; If by device or no, the heavens can tell. Is the not then beholden to the man, That brought her for this high good turn so far? Yes; and will nobly him remunerate.

Flourish. Re enter the Emperor, Tamora, Cbiron, and

Demetrius, with Aaron the Meor,' at one door : At ibe othir door, 'Baffianus and Lavinia, will others.

Sat. So, Bassianus, you have plaid your prize; God give you joy, sir, of your gallant bride.

Baf. And you of yours, my lord ; I say no more, Nor wish no less, and so I take


leave. Sat. Traitor, if Rome have law, or we have power, Thou and thy faction shall repent this rape.

Baf. Rape, call you it, my lord, to seize my own, My true betrothed love, and now my wife ? But let the laws of Rome determine all ; Mean while I am pofleft of that is mine.

Sat. 'Tis good, lir: you are very short with us; But, if we live, we'll be as sharp with you,

Baf. My lord, what I have done, as best I may,
Answer I must, and shall do with

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 Nay his youngest son,
In zeal to you, and highly mov'd to wrath
To be controul'd in that he frankly gave;
Receive him then co favour, Saturnine ;
That hath express'd himself in all his deeds,
A father and a friend to thee, and Rome.

Tit. Prince Bassianus, leave to plead my deeds, 'Tis thou, and those, 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 those princely eyes of thine,
Then hear me speak, indifferently for all ;
And, at my suit, sweet, pardon what is past.

Sat. What, madam ! be dishonour'd openly; And basely put it up without revenge? Tam. Not so, my lord; the Gods of Rome fore

fend, I should be author to dishonour


But, on mine honour, dare I undertake
For good lord Titus' innocence in all;
Whose fury, not diffembled, speaks his griefs :
Then, at my suit; look graciously on him,
Lose not fo 'noble a friend on vain suppose,
Nor with four looks afflict his gentle heart. --
My lord, be ruld by me, be won at last, 1
Dissemble all your griefs and discontents :
You are but newly planted in your throne;
Left then the people and patricians too,
Upon a juft survey, take Titus' part;
And so fupplant us for ingratitude,
Which Rome reputes to be a heinous sin,
Yield at intreats, and then let me alone;
I'll find a day to massacre them all,
And raze their faction, and their family,
The cruel father and his traiterous fons,
To whom I sued for my dear son's life ;
And make them know, what 'tis to let a

Kneel in the streets, and beg for grace in

vain, Come, come, sweet emperor,-come, Andronicus, --Take up this good old man, and chear the he art That dies in tempest of thy angry frown. Sat. Rise, Titus, rise ; my empress hath prevail'd. Ee 2


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Tit. I thank your majesty, and her. My lord,
These words, these looks infuse new life in me.

Tam. Titus, I am incorporate in Rome,
A Roman now adopted happily :
And must advise the emperor for his good.
This day all quarrels die, Andronicus ;
And let it be my honour, good my lord,
That I have reconcild your friends and you,
For you, prince Ballianus, I have past
My word and promise to the emperor,

will be more mild and tractable.
And fear not, lords, and you, Lavinia,
By my advice, all humbled on your knees,
You shall ask pardon of his majesty.
Luc. We do, and vow to heaven and to his high

That what we did was mildly, as we might,
Tend'ring our sister'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, sweet emperor, we must all be

The tribune and his nephews kneel for grace,
I will not be denied. Sweet heart, look back.

Sat. Marcus, for thy fake, and thy brother's here,
And at my lovely Tamora's intreats,
I do remit these young men's heinous faults.
Lavinia, though you left me like a churl,
I found a friend, and sure, as death, I swore,
I would not part a batchelor from the priest.
Come, if the emperor's court can feast two brides,
You are my guest, Lavinia, and your friends ;
This day shall be a love-day, Tamora.

Tit. To-morrow, an it please your majesty,
To hunt the panther and the hart with me,
With horn and hound, we'll give your grace ben-jour.
Sat. Be it fo, Titus, and gramercy too.




Before the Palace.

Enter Aaron alone.


Ow climbeth Tamora Olympus' top,

Safe out of fortune's shot; and fits alofr,
Secure of thunder's crack, or lightning flash;
Advanc'd above pale envy's threatning reach.
As when the golden sun falutes the morn,
And, having gilt the ocean with his beams,
Gallops the zodiack in his glistering coach,
And over-looks the highest peering hills ;
So Tamora-
9 Upon her wit doth earthly honour wait,
And virtue stoops, and trembles at her frown.
Then, Aaron, arm thy heart, and fit thy thoughts,
To mount aloft with thy imperial mistress,
And mount her pitch; whom thou in triumph long
Haft prisoner held, fetter'd in amorous chains ;
And faster bound to Aaron's charming, eyes,
Than is Prometheus ty'd to Caucasus.
Away with Navish weeds, and idle thoughts,
I will be bright, and shine in pearl and gold,
To wait upon this new-made emperess.
To wait, said I ? to wanton with this queen,
This Goddess, this Semiramis;--this queen,

8 In the quarto, the direction is, Manet Aaron, and he is before made to enter with Tamora, though he says nothing. This scene ought to continue the first act.

JOHNSON, Upon ber wit -] We should read, Upon ber will

WARBURTON. I think wit, for which she is eminent in the drama, is right.



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This fyren, that will charm Rome's Saturnine,
And see his shipwreck, and his common-weal's.
Holla! what storm is this?

Enter Chiron and Demetrius, braving,
Dem. Chiron, thy years want wit, thy wit wants

And manners, to intrude where I am grac’d;
And may, for aught thou know'st, affected be.

Cbi. Demetrius, thou dost over-ween in all,
And so in this, to bear me down with braves;
'Tis not the difference of a year or two
Makes me less gracious, or thee more fortunate ;
I am as able, and as fit as thou
To serve, and to deserve my mistress' grace ;
And that my sword upon thee shall approve,
And plead my passion for Lavinia's love.

Aar. Clubs, clubs !—These lovers will not keep

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the peace.

Dem. Why, boy, although our mother, unadvis’d,
Gave you a dancing rapier by your side,
Are you so desperate grown, to threat your friends?
Go to; have your lath glu'd within your sheath,
Till you know better how to handle it.

Chi. Mean while, sir, with the little skill I have,
Full well shalt thou perceive how much I dare.

Dim. Ay, boy, grow ye so brave? [They draw.

Aar. Why, how now, lords?
So near the emperor's palace dare you draw,
And maintain such a quarrel openly ?
Full well I wot the ground of all this grudge:
I would not for a million of gold,
The cause were known to them it most concerns.
Nor would your noble mother, for much more,
Be so dishonour'd in the court of Rone,
For shame, put up

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