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SUNG BY GUIDERIUS AND ARVIRAGUS OVER
FIDELE, SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD..
BY MR. WILLIAM COLLINS.
To fair Fidele's grassy tomb,
Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet, of earliest bloom,
And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear
To der with shrieks his quiet grove; But shepherd lads assen.ble here,
And melting virgins own their love. No wither'd witch shall here be seen,
No goblins lead their nightly crew : The female fays shall haunt the green,
And dress thy grave with pearly dew.
Shall kindly lend his little aid,
To deck the ground where thou art laid. When howling winds, and beating rain,
In tempest shake the sylvan cell; Or midst the chuce on every plain,
The tender thought on thee shall dwell.
Each lonely scene shall thee restore;
For thee the tear be duly shed :
And mourn'd till pity's self be dead.
Saturninus, son to the late Emperor of Rome, and
afterwards declared Emperor himself. Bassianus, brother to Saturninus; in love with
Lavinia. Titus Andronicus, a noble Roman, general against
the Goths. Marcus Andronicus, tribune of the people; and
brother to Titus. Lucius, Quintus,
sons to Titus Andronicus. Martius, Mutius, Young Lucius, a boy, son to Lucius. Publius, son to Marcus the tribune. Æmilius, a noble Roman. Alarbus, Chiron, \ sons to Tamora. Demetrius, Aaron, a Moor, beloved by Tamora. A Captain, Tribune, Messenger, and Clown; Ra
mans. Goths, and Romans.
Tamora, Queen of the Goths.
Kinsmen of Titus, Senators, Tribunes, Officers,
Soldiers, and Attendants.
Scene, Rome; and the country near it.
SCENE I. Rome. Before the Capitol.
The tomb of the Andronici appearing; the Tri. bunes and Senators aloft, as in the senate. Enter, below, Saturninus and his Followers, on one side; and Bassianus and his Followers, on the other; with drum and colours.
Saturninus. NOBLE patricians, patrons of my right, Defend the justice of my cause with arms; And, countrymen, my loving followers, Plead my successive title* with your swords: I am his first-born son, that was the last That ware the imperial diadem of Rome; Then let my father's honours live in me, Nor wrong mine age with this indignity, Bas. Romans,-friends, followers, favourers of
my right,If ever Bassianus, Cæsar's son,
• i.e. My title to the succession. VOL. VII.
Were gracious in the eyes of rogal Rome,
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 their 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 yok'd a nation strong, train'd 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 return'd Bleeding to Rome, bearing his valiant sons In coffins from the field; And now at last, laden with honour's spoils, Returns the good Andronicus to Rome, Renowned Titus, flourishing in arms. Let us entreat,--By honour of his name, Whom, worthily, you would have now succeed, And in the Capitol and senate's right, Whom you pretend to honour and adore, That you withdraw you, and abate your strength;