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ÆMILIUS, a noble Rcman.
DEMETRIUS, sons to Tamora.
AARON, a Moor, beloved by Tamora.
A Captain, Tribune, Messenger, and Clown;

Goths and Romans.

SATURNINUS, son to the late Emperor of

Rome, and afterwards declared Emperor. BASSIANUS, brother to Saturninus; in love

with Lavinia. Titus ANDRONICUS, a noble Roman, gene

ral against the Goths. MARCUS ANDRONICUS, tribune of the people,

and brother to Titus.

sons to Titus Andronicus.
YOUNG LUCIUS, a boy, son to Lucius.
Publius, son to Marcus the Tribune.
CAIUS, kinsmen to Titus,

TAMORA, Queen of the Goths.
LAVINIA, daughter to Titus Andronicus.
A Nurse.
Senators, Tribunes, Officers, Soldiers, and


SCENE: Rome, and the country near it.



From weary wars against the barbarous Goths;

That, with his sons, a terror to our foes, SCENE I. Rome. Before the Capitol. Hath yoked a nation strong, train'd up in arms. Ten years are spent since first he undertook

31 The Tomb of the ANDRONICI appearing; the This cause of Rome and chastised with arms Tribunes and Senators aloft. Enter, below, Our enemies' pride: five times he hath return'd from one side, SATURNINUS and his Follow- Bleeding to Rome, bearing his valiant sons ers; and, from the other side, BASSIANUS In coffins from the field; and his Followers; with drum and colours.

And now at last, laden with honour's spoils,
Sat. Noble patricians, patrons of my right, Returns the good Andronicus to Rome,
Defend the justice of my cause with arms, Renowned Titus, flourishing in arms.
And, countrymen, my loving followers,

Let us entreat, by honour of his name,
Plead my successive title with your swords: Whom worthily you would have now succeed, 40
I am his first-born son, that was the last

And in the Capitol and senate's right, That wore the imperial diadem of Rome; Whom you pretend to honour and adore, Then let my father's honours live in me,



withdraw you and abate your strength; Nor wrong mine age with this indignity.

Dismiss your followers and, as suitors should, Bas. Romans, friends, followers, favourers of Plead your deserts in peace and humbleness. my right,

Sat. How fair the tribune speaks to calm my If ever Bassianus, Cæsar's son,

thoughts! Were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome,

Bas. Marcus Andronicus, so I do affy Keep then this passage to the Capitol

In thy uprightness and integrity, And suffer not dishonour to approach

And so I love and honour thee and thine, The imperial seat, to virtue consecrate,

Thy noble brother Titus and his sons,

50 To justice, continence and nobility;

And her to whom my thoughts are humbled all, But let desert in pure election shine,

Gracious Lavinia, Rome's rich ornament, And, Romans, fight for freedom in your choice. That I will here dismiss my loving friends,

And to my fortunes and the people's favour Enter MARCUS ANDRONICUS, aloft, with the

Commit my cause in balance to be weigh’d.

[Exeunt the Followers of Bassianus. Marc. Princes, that strive by factions and by Sat. Friends, that have been thus forward in friends

my right, Ambitiously for rule and empery,

I thank you all and here dismiss you all, Know that the people of Ronie, for whom we And to the love and favour of my country stand

Commit myself, my person and the cause. A special party, have, by common voice,

Exeunt the Followers of Satur nus. In election for the Roman empery,

Rome, be as just and gracious unto me 60 Chosen Andronicus, surnamed Pius

As I am confident and kind to thee.
For many good and great deserts to Rome: Open the gates, and let me in.
A nobler man, a braver warrior,

Bas. Tribunes, and me, a poor competitor. Lives not this day within the city walls:

[Flourish. Saturninus and Bassianus go He by the senate is accited home

up into the Capitol.




Enter a Captain.

Were piety in thine, it is in these.

Andronicus, stain not thy tomb with blood : Cap. Romans, make way: the good Andro- Wilt thou draw near the nature of the gods? nicus,

Draw near them then in being merciful: Patron of virtue, Rome's best champion,

Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge : Successful in the battles that he fights,

Thrice noble Titus, spare my first-born son. With honour and with fortune is return'd

Tit. Patient yourself, madam, and pardon me. From where he circumscribed with his sword, These are their brethren, whom you Goths beAnd brought to yoke, the enemies of Rome.


Alive and dead, and for their brethren slain Drums and trumpets sounded. Enter MAR- Religiously they ask a sacrifice:

Tius and MUTIUS; after them, two Men To this your son is mark’d, and die he must, bearing a coffin covered with black;, then To appease their groaning shadows that are gone. LUCIUS and QUINTUS. After them, TITUS

Luc. Away with him! and make a fire straight; ANDRONICUS; and then TAMORA, with ALAR

And with our swords, upon a pile of wood, BUS, DEMETRIUS, CHIRON, Aaron, and other Let's hew his limbs till ihey be clean consumed. Goths, prisoners; Soldiers and People following: The Bearers set down the coffin, and

[Exeunt Lucius, Quintus, Martius, and

Mutius, with Alarbus. Titus speaks.

Tam. O cruel, irreligious piety!

130 Tit. Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning Chi. Was ever Scythia half so barbarous? weeds!

70 Dem. Oppose not Scythia to ambitious Rome. Lo, as the bark, that hath discharged her fraught, Alarbus goes to rest; and we survive Returns with precious lading to the bay

To tremble under Titus' threatening looks. From whence at first she weigh'd her anchorage, Then, madam, stand resolved, but hope withal Cometh Andronicus, bound with laurel koughs, The self-same gods that arm'd the Queen of Troy To re-salute his country with his tears,

With opportunity of sharp revenge Tears of true joy for his return to Rome.

Upon the Thracian tyrant in his tent, Thou great defender of this Capitol,

May favour Tamora, the Queen of GothsStand gracious to the rites that we intend ! When Goths were Goths and Tamora was queenRomans, of five and twenty valiant sons,

To quit the bloody wrongs upon her foes. 141 Half of the number that King Priam had, 80 Behold the poor remains, alive and dead !

Re-enter LuciuS, QUINTUS, Martius, and These that survive let Rome reward with love;

MUTIUS, with their swords bloody. These that I bring unto their latest home,

Luc. See, lord and father, how, we have perWith burial amongst their ancestors :

form'd Here Goths have given me leave to sheathe my Our Roman rites: Alarbus' limbs are lopp'd, sword.

And entrails feed the sacrificing fire, Titus, unkind and careless of thine own,

Whose smoke, like incense, doth perfume the sky. Why suffer'st thou thy sons, unburied yet, Remaineth nought, but to inter our brethren, To hover on the dreadful shore of Styx?

And with loud 'larums welcome them to Rome. Make way to lay them by their brethren.

Tit. Let it be so ; and let Andronicus

[The tomb is opened. Make this his latest farewell to their souls. There greet in silence, as the dead are wont,

[Trumpets sounded, and the coffin laid in And sleep in peace, slain in your country's wars!

the tomb. O sacred receptacle of my joys,

In peace and honour rest you here, my sons; 150 Sweet cell of virtue and nobility,

Rome's readiest champions, repose you here in How many sons of mine hast thou in store,

rest, That thou wilt never render to me more! Secure from worldly chances and mishaps ! Luc.

Give us the proudest prisoner of the Here lurks no treason, here no envy swells, Goths,

Here grow no damned grudges; here are no That we may hew his limbs, and on a pile

storms, Ad manes fratrum sacrifice his flesh,

No noise, but silence and eternal sleep: Before this earthy prison of their bones ;

In peace and honour rest you here, my sons ! That so the shadows be not unappeased,

Enter LAVINIA. Nor we disturb’d with prodigies on earth.

Tit. I give him you, the noblest that survives, Lav. In peace and honour live Lord Titus The eldest son of this distressed queen.

long; Tam. Stay, Roman brethren! Gracious con- My noble lord and father, live in fame! queror,

Lo, at this tomb iny tributary tears Victorious Titus, rue the tears I shed,

I render, for my brethren's obsequies ;

160 A mother's tears in passion for her son:

And at thy feet I kneel, with tears of joy, And if thy sons were ever dear to thee,

Shed on the earth, for thy return to Rome: O, think my son to be as dear to me!

(), bless me here with thy victorious hand, Súfficeth not that we are brought to Rome, Whose fortunes Rome's best citizens applaud ! To beautify thy triumphs and return,

Tit. Kind Rome, that hast thus lovingly reCaptive to thee and to thy Roman yoke,

But must my sons be slaughter'd in the streets, The cordial of mine age to glad my heart !
For valiant doings in their country's cause? Lavinia, live; outlive thy father's days,
O, if to fight for king and commonweal

And fame's eternal date, for virtue's praise !





Enter, below, MARCUS ANDRONICUS and Tri

Tit. Tribunes, I thank you: and this suit

I make, bunes; re-enter SATURNINUS and BASSIANUS, That you create your emperor's eldest son, attended

Lord Saturnine; whose virtues will, I hope, Marc. Long live Lord Titus, my beloved Reflect on Rome as Titan's rays on earth, brother,

And ripen justice in this commonweal: Gracious triumpher in the eyes of Rome! 170 Then, if you will elect by my advice, Tit. Thanks, gentle tribune, noble brother Crown him, and say 'Long live our emperor !' Marcus.

Marc. With voices and applause of every sort, Marc. And welcome, nephews, from Suc- Patricians and plebeians, we create cessful wars,

Lord Saturninus Rome's great emperor, You that survive, and you that sleep in fame! And say 'Long live our Emperor Saturnine!' Fair lords, your fortunes are alike in all,

[A long flourish till they come down. That in your country's service drew your swords: Sat. Titus Andronicus, for thy favours done But safer triumph is this funeral pomp,

To us in our election this day, That hath aspired to Solon's happiness

I give thee thanks in part of thy deserts, And triumphs over chance in honour's bed. And will with deeds requite thy gentleness: Titus Andronicus, the people of Rome,

And, for an onset, Titus, to advance Whose friend in justice thou hast ever been, 180 Thy name and honourable family, Send thee by me, their tribune and their trust, Lavinia will I make my empress,

240 This palliament of white and spotless hue; Rome's royal mistress, mistress of my heart, And name thee in election for the empire,

And in the sacred Pantheon her espouse : With these our late-deceased emperor's sons : Tell me, Andronicus, doth this motion please Be candidatus then, and put it on,

thee? And help to set a head on headless Rome.

Tit. It doth, my worthy lord; and in this Tit. A better head her glorious body fits

Than his that shakes for age and feebleness: I hold me highly honour'd of your grace:
What should I don this robe, and trouble you? And here in sight of Rome to Saturnine,
Be chosen with proclamations to-day, 190 King and commander of our commonweal,
To-morrow yield up rule, resign my life,

The wide world's emperor, do I consecrate
And set abroad new business for you all?

My sword, my chariot and my prisoners; Rome, I have been thy soldier forty years, Presents well worthy Rome's imperial lord: 250 And led my country's strength successfully, Receive them then, the tribute that I owe, And buried one and twenty valiant sons,

Mine honour's ensigns humbled at thy feet. Knighted in field, slain manfully in arms,

Sat. Thanks, noble Titus, father of my life! In right and service of their noble country: How proud I am of thee and of thy gifts Give me a staff of honour for mine age,

Rome shall record, and when I do forget But not a sceptre to control the world :

The least of these unspeakable deserts, Upright he held it, lords, that held it last. 200 Romans, forget your fealty to me. Marc. Titus, thou shalt obtain and ask the Tit. [To Tamora] Now, madam, are you empery.

prisoner to an emperor; Sat. Proud and ambitious tribune, canst thou To him that, for your honour and your state, tell?

Will use you nobly and your followers. 260 Tit. Patience, Prince Saturninus.

Sat. A goodly lady, trust me; of the hue Sat.

Romans, do me right: That I would choose, were I to choose anew. Patricians, draw your swords, and sheathe them Clear up, fair queen, that cloudy countenance:

Though chance of war hath wrought this change Till Saturninus be Rome's emperor.

of cheer, Andronicus, would thou wert shipp'd to hell, Thou comest not to be made a scorn in Rome: Rather than rob me of the people's hearts! Princely shall be thy usage every way. Luc. Proud Saturnine, interrupter of the Rest on my word, and let not discontent good

Daunt all your hopes: madam, he comforts you That noble-minded Titus means to thee!

Can make you greater than the Queen of Goths. Tit. Content thee, prince; I will restore to Lavinia, you are not displeased with this?

270 thee

Lav. Not I, my lord; sith true nobility The people's hearts, and wean them from them- Warrants these words in princely courtesy. selves.

Sat. Thanks, sweet Lavinia. Romans, let Bas. Andronicus, I do not flatter thee,

us go: But honour thee, and will do till I die:

Ransomless here we set our prisoners free: My faction if thou strengthen with thy friends, Proclaim our honours, lords, with trump and I will most thankful be; and thanks to men

druin. Of noble minds is honourable meed.

(Flourish. Saturninus courts Tamora Tit. People of Rome, and people's tribunes

in dumb show. here,

Bas. Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is I ask your voices and your suffrages:


(Seizing Lavinia. Will you bestow them friendly on Andronicus? Tit. How, sir! are you in earnest then, my

Tribunes. To gratify the good Andronicus, 220 lord? And gratulate his safe return to Rome,

Bas. Ay, noble Titus; and resolved withal The people will accept whom he admits.

To do myself this reason and this right.




than so,

Marc. 'Suum cuique' is our Roman justice: Tam. And here, in sight of heaven, to Rome This prince in justice seizeth but his own.

I swear, Luc. And that he will, and shall, if Lucius live. If Saturnine advance the Queen of Goths, 330 Tit. Traitors, avaunt! Where is the empe- She will a handmaid be to his desires, ror's guard?

A loving nurse, a mother to his youth. Treason, my lord! Lavinia is surprised !

Sat. Ascend, fair queen, Pantheon. Lords, Sat. Surprised! by whom?

accompany Bas.

By him that justly may Your noble emperor and his lovely bride, Bear his betroth'd from all the world away. Sent by the heavens for Prince Saturnine, [Exeunt_Bassianus and Marcus with Lavinia. Whose wisdom hath her fortune conquered :

Mut. Brothers, help to convey her hence away, | There shall we consummate our spousal rites. And with my sword I'll keep this door safe.

[Exeunt all but Titus. [Exeunt Lucius, Quintus, and Martius. Tit. I am not bid to wait upon this bride. Tit. Follow, my lord, and I'll soon bring her Titus, when wert thou wont to walk alone, back.

Dishonour'd thus, and challenged of wrongs? 340 Mut. My lord, you pass not here. Tit. What, villain boy! 290


Barr'st me my way in Rome? [Stabbing Mutius.

Help, Lucius, help! [Dies. Marc. O Titus, see, O, see what thou hast [During the fray, Saturninus, Tamora, done!

Demetrius, Chiron and Aaron go out In a bad quarrel slain a virtuous son.
and re-enter, above.

Tit. No, foolish tribune, no; no son of mine,

Nor thou, nor these, confederates in the deed Re-enter LUCIUS.

That hath dishonour'd all our family; Luc. My lord, you are unjust, and, more Unworthy brother, and unworthy sons !

Luc. But let us give him burial, as becomes; In wrongful quarrel you have slain your son. Give Mutius burial with our brethren. Tit. Nor thou, nor he, are any sons of mine;


Traitors, away! he rests not in this My sons would never so dishonour me:

tomb : Traitor, restore Lavinia to the emperor.

This monument five hundred years hath stood, Luc. Dead, if you will; but not to be Which I have sumptuously re-edified: his wife,

Here none but soldiers and Rome's servitors That is another's lawful promised love. [Exit. Repose in fame; none basely slain in brawls: Sat. No, Titus, no; the emperor needs her Bury him where you can; he comes not here. not,

Marc. My lord, this is impiety in you: Nor her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock: 300 My nephew Mutius' deeds do plead for him; I'll trust, by leisure, him that mocks me once; He must be buried with his brethren. Thee never, nor thy traitorous haughty sons, Quin. And shall, or him we will accomConfederates all thus to dishonour me.

Mart.) pany. Was there none else in Rome to make a stale, Tit. And shall!' what villain was it spake But Saturnine? Full well, Andronicus,

that word? Agree these deeds with that proud brag of thine, Quin. He that would vouch it in any place That said'st I begg'd the empire at thy hands.

but here.

360 Tit. O monstrous! what reproachful words Tit. What, would you bury him in my are these?

despite ? Sat. But go thy ways; go, give that chang- Marc. No, noble Titus, but entreat of thee ing piece

309 To pardon Mutius and to bury him. To him that flourish'd for her with his sword: Tit. Marcus, even thou hast struck upon A valiant son-in-law thou shalt enjoy;

my crest, One fit to bandy with thy lawless sons,

And, with these boys, mine honour thou hast To ruffle in the commonwealth of Rome.

wounded: T'it. These words are razors to my wounded My foes I do repute you every one; heart.

So, trouble me no more, but get you gone. Sat. And therefore, lovely Tamora, queen of Mart. He is not with himself; let us withGoths,

draw, That like the stately Phoebe 'mongst her nymphs Quin. Not I, till Mutius' bones be buried. Dost overshine the gallant'st dames of Rome,

[Marcus and the Sons of Titus kneel. If thou be pleased with this my sudden choice, Marc. Brother, for in that name doth nature Behold, I choose thee, Tamora, for my bride,


370 And will create thee empress of Rome. 320 Quin. Father, and in that name doth nature Speak, Queen of Goths, dost thou applaud my speak,choice?

Tit. Speak thou no more, if all the rest will And here I swear by all the Roman gods,

speed. Sith priest and holy water are so near

Marc. Renowned Titus, more than half my And tapers burn so bright and every thing

soul, In readiness for Hymenæus stand,

Luc. Dear father, soul and substance of I will not re-salute the streets of Rome,

us all, Or climb my palace, till from forth this place Marc. Suffer thy brother Marcus to inter I lead espoused my bride along with me.

His noble nephew here in virtue's nest,

be won

That died in honour and Lavinia's cause.

Tam. Not so, my lord; the gods of Rome Thou art a Roman; be not barbarous :

forfend The Greeks upon advice did bury Ajax

I should be author to dishonour you! That slew himself; and wise Laertes' son 330 But on mine honour dare I undertake Did graciously plead for his funerals:

For good Lord Titus' innocence in all ; Let not young Mutius, then, that was thy joy, Whose fury not dissembled speaks his griefs : Be barr'd his entrance here.

Then, at my suit, look graciously on him ; Tit.

Rise, Marcus, rise. Lose not so noble a friend on vain suppose, 440 The dismall'st day is this that e'er I saw,

Nor with sour looks afflict his gentle heart. To be dishonour'd by my sons in Rome !

[Aside to Sat.] My lord, be ruled by me, Well, bury him, and bury me the next.

at last :
[Mutius is put into the tomb. Dissemble all your griefs and discontents:
Luc. There lie thy bones, sweet Mutius, with You are but newly planted in your throne;
thy friends,

Lest, then, the people, and patricians too,
Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomb. Upon a just survey, take Titus' part,
All. [K'neeling] No man shed tears for noble And so supplant you for ingratitude,

Which Rome reputes to be a heinous sin,
He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause. 390 Yield at entreats; and then let me alone:
Marc. My lord, to step out of these dreary I'll find a day to massacre them all

450 dumps,

And raze their faction and their family, How comes it that the subtle Queen of Goths The cruel father and his traitorous sons, Is of a sudden thus advanced in Rome?

To whom I sued for my dear son's life, Tit. I know not, Marcus; but I know it is: And make them know what 'tis to let a queen Whether by device or no, the heavens can tell: Kneel in the streets and beg for grace in vain. Is she not then beholding to the man That brought her for this high good turn so far? Come, come, sweet emperor; come, Andronicus; Yes, and will nobly him remunerate.

Take up this good old man, and cheer the heart

That dies in tempest of thy angry frown. Flourish. Re-enter, from one side, SATURNINUS Sat. Rise, Titus, rise ; my empress hath preattended, TAMORA, DEMETRIUS, Chiron, and vail'd.

459 AARON; from the other, BASSIANUS, LAVINIA, Tit. I thank your majesty, and her,


lord: and others.

These words, these looks, infuse new life in me. Sat. So, Bassianus, you have play'd your prize : Tam. Titus, I am incorporate in Rome, God give you joy, sir, of your gallant bride! 400 A Roman now adopted happily, Bas. And you of yours, my lord! I say no And must advise the emperor for his good. more,

This day all quarrels die, Andronicus; Nor wish no less; and so, I take my leave. And let it be mine honour, good my lord, Sat. Traitor, if Rome have law or we have That I have reconciled your friends and you. power,

For you, Prince Bassianus, I have pass'd Thou and thy faction shall repent this rape. My word and promise to the emperor, Bas. Rape, call you it, my lord, to seize my own, That you will be more mild and tractable.

470 My true-betrothed love and now my wife? And fear not, lords, and you, Lavinia ; But let the laws of Rome determine all;

By my advice, all humbled on your knees, Meanwhile I am possess'd of that is mine.

You shall ask pardon of his majesty. Sat. 'Tis good, sir: you are very short with us;

Luc. We do, and vow to heaven and to his But, if we live, we'll be as sharp with you. 410 highness,

Bas. My lord, what I have done, as best I may, That what we did was mildly as we might,
Answer I must and shall do with


Tendering our sister's honour and our own.
Only thus much I give your grace to know:

Marc. That, on mine honour, here I do protest. By all the duties that I owe to Rome,

Sat. Away, and talk not; trouble us no more. This noble gentleman, Lord Titus here,

Tam. Nay, nay, sweet emperor, we must all Is in opinion and in honour wrong'd;

be friends:

479 That in the rescue of Lavinia

The tribune and his nephews kneel for grace; With his own hand did slay his youngest son,

I will not be denied : sweet heart, look back. In zeal to you and highly moved to wrath

Sat. Marcus, for thy sake and thy brother's here, To be controll'd in that he frankly gave:


And at my lovely Tamora's entreats, Receive him, then, to favour, Saturnine,

I do remit these young men's heinous faults: That hath express'd himself in all his deeds A father and a friend to thee and Rome.

Lavinia, though you left me like a churl, Tit. Prince Bassianus, leave to plead my deeds: I found a friend, and sure as death I swore 'Tis thou and those that have dishonour'd me. I would not part a bachelor from the priest. Rome and the righteous heavens be my judge, Come, if the emperor's court can feast two brides, How I have loved and honour'd Saturnine ! You are my guest, Lavinia, and your


490 Tam. My worthy lord, if ever Tamora This day shall be a love-day, Tamora. Were gracious in those princely eyes of thine,

Tit. To-morrow, an it please your majesty Then hear me speak indifferently for all ; 430 To hunt the panther and the hart with me, And at my suit, sweet, pardon what is past.

With horn and hound we'llgive your grace bonjour. Sat. What, madam! be dishonour'd openly,

Sat. Be it so, Titus, and gramercy too. And basely put it up without revenge?

[Flourish. Exeunt.

Stand up.

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