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Enter MARCUS ANDRONICUS, SATURNINUS, BASSIANUS,
and others. Mar. Long live lord Titus, my beloved brother, Gracious triúmpher in the eyes of Rome!
Tit. Thanks, gentle tribune, noble brother Marcus.
Mar. And welcome, nephews, from successful wars,
Tit. A better head her glorious body fits,
Mar. Titus, thou shalt obtain and ask the empery.
1 The maxim alluded to is, that no man can be pronounced happy before his death.
2 A robe.
Tit. Patience, prince Saturnine.
Romans, do me right;-
Luc. Proud Saturnine, interrupter of the good That noble-minded Titus means to thee!
Tit. Content thee, prince; I will restore to thee The people's hearts, and wean them from themselves.
Bas. Andronicus, I do not flatter thee,
Tit. People of Rome, and people's tribunes here,
Trib. To gratify the good Andronicus, And gratulate his safe return to Rome, The people will accept whom he admits.
Tit. Tribunes, I thank you! and this suit I make,
Mar. With voices and applause of every sort,
[A long flourish.
Rome's royal mistress, mistress of my heart,
Tit. It doth, my worthy lord ; and, in this match,
life! How proud I am of thee, and of thy gifts, Rome shall record ; and, when I do forget The least of these unspeakable deserts, Romans, forgot your fealty to me. Tit. Now, madam, are you prisoner to an emperor;
[T. TAMORA. To him, that for your honor and your state, Will use you nobly, and
Sat. A goodly lady, trust me; of the hue
queen, that cloudy countenance ; Though chance of war hath wrought this change of
Lav. Not I, my lord ; sith true nobility
Sat. Thanks, sweet Lavinia.—Romans, let us go; Ransomless here we set our prisoners free. Proclaim our honors, lords, with trump and drum. Bas. Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is mine.
[Seizing Lavinia. Tit. How, sir? Are you in earnest then, my lord ?
Bas. Ay, noble Titus ; and resolved 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 shall, if Lucius live.
Sat. Surprised! By whom?
By him that justly may Bear his betrothed from all the world away. [Exeunt Marcus and BASSIANUS, with
[Exeunt LuciuS, QUINTUS, and MARTIUS.
What, villain boy! Barr’st me my way in Rome! [Tit. kills Mut. Mut.
Help, Lucius, help.
Tit. Nor thou, nor he, are any sons of mine;
Luc. Dead, if you will; but not to be his wife, That is another's lawful, promised love. [Exit.
Sat. No, Titus, no; the emperor needs her not,
1 A stale here signifies a stalking-horse. To make a stale of any one, seems to have meant to make them an object of mockery."
But Saturnine! Full well, Andronicus,
Tit. These words are razors to my wounded heart.
Sat. And therefore, lovely Tamora, queen of Goths,That, like the stately Phoebe 'mongst her nymphs, Dost overshine the gallant'st dames of Rome,If thou be pleased with this my sudden choice, Behold, I choose thee, Tamora, for my bride, And will create thee emperess of Rome. Speak, queen of Goths, dost thou applaud my choice ? And here I swear by all the Roman gods, Sith priest and holy water are so near, And tapers burn so bright, and every thing In readiness for Hymeneus stand, I will not re-salute the streets of Rome, Or climb my palace, till from forth this place I lead espoused my bride along with me.
Tam. And here, in sight of heaven, to Rome I swear, If Saturnine advance the queen of Goths, She will a handmaid be to his desires, A loving nurse, a mother to his youth. Sat. Ascend, fair queen, Pantheon.-Lords, ac
company Your noble emperor, and his lovely bride, Sent by the heavens for prince Saturnine, Whose wisdom hath her fortune conquered. There shall we consummate our spousal rites. [Exeunt SATURNINUS and his followers ; TAMORA,
and her sons ; Aaron and Goths. Tit. I am not bid to wait upon this bride.
1 To ruffle was to be tumultuous and turbulent.
2 i. e. invited.