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But let desert in pure election shine ;
Enter Marcus Andronicus aloft, with the crown.
Mar. Princes that strive by factions, and by friends, Ambitiously for rule and empery, Know, that the people of Rome, for whom we stand A special party, have, by common voice, In election for the Roman empery, Chosen Andronicus, surnamed Pius, For many good and great deserts to Rome; A nobler man, a braver warrior, Lives not this day within the city walls. He by the senate is accited ? home, From weary wars against the barbarous Goths ; That, with his sons, a terror to our foes, Hath yoked a nation strong, trained up in arms. Ten years are spent, since first he undertook This cause of Rome, and chastised with arms Our enemies' pride. Five times he hath returned Bleeding to Rome, bearing his valiant sons In coffins from the field; And now at last, laden with honor's spoils, Returns the good Andronicus to Rome, Renowned Titus, flourishing in arms. Let us entreat, -by honor of his name, Whom, worthily, you would have now succeed, And in the Capitol and senate's right, Whom you pretend to honor and adore, — That you withdraw you, and abate your strength; Dismiss
your followers, and, as suitors should, Plead your deserts in peace and humbleness. Sat. How fair the tribune speaks to calm my
And her to whom my thoughts are humbled all,
[Exeunt the followers of BASSIANUS. Sat. Friends, that have been thus forward in my
[Exeunt the followers of SATURNINUS. Rome, be as just and gracious unto me, As I am confident and kind to thee.Open the gates, and let me in. Bas. Tribunes! and me, a poor competitor. [Sat, and Bas. go into the Capitol, and exeunt
with Senators, MARCUS, &c.
SCENE II. The same.
Enter a Captain and others. Cap. Romans, make way; the good Andronicus, Patron of virtue, Rome's best champion, Successful in the battles that he fights, With honor and with fortune is returned, From where he circumscribed with his sword, And brought to yoke the enemies of Rome.
Flourish of trumpets, &-c. Enter Mutius and Mar
tius ; after them two men bearing a coffin covered with black; then QUINTUS and Lucius. After them, Titus ANDRONICUS ; and then Tamora, with ALARBUS, CHIRON, DEMETRIUS, Aaron, and other Goths, prisoners ; Soldiers and People following. The bearers set down the coffin, and Titus speaks.
Tit. Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning weeds! Lo, as the bark that hath discharged her fraught,
Returns with precious lading to the bay,
[The tomb is opened.
Luc. Give us the proudest prisoner of the Goths, That we may hew his limbs, and, on a pile, Ad manes fratrum sacrifice his flesh, Before this earthly ’ prison of their bones; That so the shadows be not unappeased, Nor we disturbed with prodigies on earth.
Tit. I give him you; the noblest that survives, The eldest son of this distressed queen.
Tam. Stay, Roman brethren.—Gracious conqueror, Victorious Titus, rue the tears I shed, A mother's tears in passion for her son ; And, if thy sons were ever dear to thee,
1 Jupiter, to whom the Capitol was sacred. 2 Earthy. Ed. 1600. 3 i. e. in grief.
O, think my son to be as dear to me.
Tit. Patient' yourself, madam, and pardon me.
Luc. Away with him! and make a fire straight;
[Exeunt LuciuS, QUINTUS, Martius, and
Mutius, with ALARBUS.
Dem. Oppose not Scythia to ambitious Rome.
i This verb is used by other old dramatic writers.
2 Theobald says that we should read, “ in her tent;” i. e. in the tent where she and the other Trojan women were kept; for thither Hecuba, by a wile, had decoyed Polymnestor, in order to perpetrate her revenge. VOL. VI.
Re-enter LuciuS, QUINTUS, Martius, and Mutius,
with their swords bloody. Luc. See, lord and father, how we have performed Our Roman rites. Alarbus' limbs are lopped, And entrails feed the sacrificing fire, Whose smoke, like incense, doth perfume the sky. Remaineth nought, but to inter our brethren, And with loud Plarums welcome them to Rome.
Tit. Let it be so; and let Andronicus Make this his latest farewell to their souls. [Trumpets sounded, and the coffins laid in
the tomb. In peace and honor, rest you here, my sons; Rome's readiest champions, repose you here in rest, Secure from worldly chances and mishaps ! Here lurks no treason, here no envy swells, Here grow no damned grudges; here are no storms, No noise, but silence and eternal sleep.
Lav. In peace and honor live lord Titus long;
Tit. Kind Rome, that hast thus lovingly reserved
1 To "outlive an eternal date ” is, though not philosophical, yet poetical sense. He wishes that her life may be longer than his, and her praise longer than fame.