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Fair lords, your fortunes are alike in all,
Tit. Å better head her glorious body fits,
Romans, do mc riglit.
Luc. Proud Saturnine, interrupter of the good That noble-minded Titus means to thee!
Tit. Content thee, prince, I will restore to thee
Bass. Andronicus, I do not flatter thee,
Tit. People of Rome, and people's tribunes here,
Tribunes. To gratify the good Andronicus,
Tit. Tribunes, I thank you : and this suit I make,
Marc. With voices and applanse of every sort,
[A long flourish, till they come down.
Tit. It doth, my worthy lord ; and in this match I hold me highly honour'd of your grace. And here, in sight of Rome, to Saturnine, King and commander of our commonweal, The wide world's emperor, do I consecrate My sword, my chariot, and my prisoners, Presents well worthy Rome's imperial lord: Receive them then, the tribute that I owe, Mine honour's ensigns humbled at thy feet.
Sat. Thanks, noble Titus, father of my 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, forget your fealty to me. Tit. Now, madam, are you prisoner to an emperor;
[To TAMORA. To him that, for your honour and your state, Will use you nobly, and your followers.
Sat. A goodly lady, trust me, of the hue
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 honours, lords, with trump and drum. Bass. Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is mine,
[Seizing LAVINIA, Tit. How, sir ? are you in earnest then, my lord ?
Bass. Ay, noble Titus, and resolv'd withal To do myself this reason and this right.
Marc. Suum cuique is our Roman justice : This prince in justice seizeth but his own.
Luc. And that he will and shall, if Lucius live.
Tit. Traitors, avaunt !where is the emperor's guard! Treason, my lord! Lavinia is surpris'd.
Sat. Surpris'd! by whom?
By him that justly may Bear his betroth'd from all the world away.
[Exennt 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 soon bring her back. Mut. My lord, you pass not here. Tit. What! villain boy, barr'st me my way in Rome? Níut. Help, Lucius, help! [Titus kills him
Tit. Nor thon, nor he, are any sons of mine:
Luc. Dead, if you will, but not to be his wife,
Sons, and Aaron the Moor.
Agree these deeds with that proud brag of thine,
Tit. O monstrous ! what reproachful words are these?
Sat. But go thy ways; go, give that changing piece To him that flourish'd for her with his sword : A valiant son-in-law thou shalt enjoy; One fit to bandy with thy lawless sons, 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 stately Phæbe 'mongst her nymphs, Dost overshine the gallant'st dames of Rome, If thou be pleas d with this my sudden choice, Behold I choose thee, Tamora, for my bride, And will create thee empress 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 everything 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 espous'd 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, accompany 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 Sat. and his Followers; TAMORA and
her Sons; Aaron and Goths.