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Tit. Content thee, Prince; I will reftore to thee The people's hearts, and wean them from themselves.. Baf. Andronicus, I do not flatter thee, But honour thee, and will do 'till I die: My faction if thou ftrengthen with thy friends, I will moft thankful be; and thanks to men Of noble minds is honourable meed.

Tit. People of Rome, and noble tribunes here, I ask your voices and your fuffrages, Will you beftow them friendly on Andronicus? Mar. To gratify the good Andronicus, And gratulate his fafe return to Rome, The people will accept whom he admits,

Tit. Tribunes, I thank you, and this fuit I make,
That you create your Emperor's eldest son,
Lord Saturnine; whofe virtues will, I hope,
Reflect on Rome, as Titan's rays on earth,
And ripen juftice in this common-weal.
Then if you will elect by my advice,

Crown him, and fay,---Long live our Emperor
Mar. With voices and applaufe of every fort,
Patricians and Plebeians, we create

Lord Saturninus, Rome's great Emperor;
And fay,Long live our Emperor Saturnine!
A long flourish, 'till they come down.
Sat. Titus Andronicus, for thy favours done
To us in our election this day,

I give thee thanks in part of thy deferts,
And will with deeds requite thy gentleness ::
And for an onfet, Titus, to advance
Thy name, and honourable family,.
Lavinia will I make my Emprefs,.

Rome's royal mistress, mistress of my heart,
And in the facred Pantheon her espouse:
Tell me, Andronicus, doth this motion please thee?
Tit. It doth, my worthy Lord; and, in this match,

hold me highly honoured of your Grace :
And here in fight of Rome, to Saturninus,
King and commander of our common-weal,
The wide world's Emperor, do I confecrate
My fword, my chariot, and my prisoners;
Prefents well worthy Rome's imperial Lord.
Receive them then, the tribute that I owe,
Mine honours enfigns humbled at thy feet.

Sat. Thanks, noble Titus, father of my life!!
How proud I am of thee, and of thy gifts,
Rome fhall record; and when I do forget
The leaft of thefe unfpeakable deferts,
Romans, forget your fealty to me.

Til. Now, Madam, are you prifoner to an Em

peror;

To him, that for r your honour and your state:
Will ufe. you nobly, and your followers.

Sat. A goodly Lady, truft me, of the hue.

[To Tamora.. That I would chufe, were I to chufe a-new: Clear up, fair Queen, that cloudy countenance; Tho' chance of war hath wrought this change of cheer,

Thou comelt not to be made a fcorn in Rome:,
Princely fhall be thy ufage every way.

Reft on my word, and let not discontent
Daunt all your hopes: Madam, who comforts you
Can make you greater than the Queen of Goths.
Lavinia, you are not difpleafed with this?

Lav. Not I, my Lord; fith true nobility
Warrants these words in princely sourtesy

Sat. Thanks, fweet Lavinia; Romans, let us go. Ranfomlefs here we fet our prifoners free; Proclaim our honours, Lords, with trump and drum. Baf Lord Titus, by your leave, is maid is mine. [Seizing Lavinia.

Tit How, Sir? are you in earneft then, my Lord?* Baf. Ay, noble Titus; and resolved withal To do myfelf this reafon and this right.

[The Emperor courts Tamora in dumb fhew. Mar. Suum cuique is our Roman justice: This prince in justice feizeth but his own.

Luc. And that he will, and fhall, if Lucius live. Tit. Traitors avant! where is the Emperor's guard? Treafon, my Lord; Lavinia is furprized. Sat. Surprized! by whom?

Baf. By him that juftly may

Bear his betrothed from all the world away.

[Exit Baffianus with Lavinia.

Mut: Brothers, help to convey her hence away,And with my fword I'll keep this door secure. Tit. Follow, my Lord, and I'll foon bring her back: Mut. My Lord, you país not here.

Tit. What! villain-boy,

Barreft me my way in Rome?

Mut. Help, Lucius, help!

[He kills him.

Luc. My Lord, you are unjust, and more than fo; In wrongful quarrel you have flain your fon. Tit. Nor thou, nor he, are any fons of mine: My fons would never fo difhonour me. Traitor, reftore Lavinia to the Emperor.

Luc. Dead, if you will, but not to be his wife, That is another's lawful promifed love.

Sat. No, Titus, no, the Emperor needs her not;
Nor her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock;
I'll truft by leifure him that mocks me once:
Thee never, nor thy traitorous haughty fons,
Confederates all, thas to difhonour me.

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

Agree thefe de 's with that proud brag of thine,
That faid'ft, I begged the empire at thy hands.

Tit. O monftrous! what reproachful words are thefe!

Sat. But go thy ways; go give that changing piece,

To him that flourished for her with his fword;
A valiant fon-in-law thou fhalt enjoy,,

One fit to bandy with thy lawless fons,

To ruffle in the commonwealth of Rome.

Tit. These words are razors to my wounded heart.
Sat. And therefore, lovely. Tamora, Queen of
Goths,

That, like the ftately Phoebe 'mong her nymphs,
Doft over-fhine the gallanteft dames of Rome;
If thou be pleased with this my fudden choice,
Behold, I chuse 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 priest and holy water are fo near,
And tapers burn fo bright, and every thing
In readiness for Hymeneus ftands,)

I will not re-falute the ftreets of Rome,
Or climb my palace, 'till from forth this place
I lead efpoufed my bride along with me.

Tam. And here in fight of Heaven 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;
Whofe wifdom hath her fortune conquered:
There fhall we confummate our fpoufal rites.

[Exeunt.

Manet TITUS ANDRONICUS.

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

Enter MARCUS ANDRONICUS, LUCIUS, QUINTUS, and MARCUS.

Mar. Oh, Titus, fee, oh, see what thou hast done! In a bad quarrel flain a virtuous fon.

Tit. No, foolish tribune, no: no son 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 his tomb; This monument five hundred years hath stood, Which I have fumptuously re-edified: Here none but foldiers, and Rome's fervitors, Repofe in fame: none bafely flain in brawl. 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 fpeak. Sons. And fhall, or him we will accompany. Tit. And thall? what villain was it fpake that [Titus's fon fpeaks. Quin. He that would vouch't in any place but

word?

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, even thou haft ftruck upon my crest,

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