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Dismiss your followers, and, as suitors should,
[Ereunt 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. Brus. Tribunes! and me, a poor competitor. (Sat. and Bas go into the Capitol, and ereunt.
with Senators, Marcus, &c.
Cap. Romans, make way; The good Andronicus, Patron of virtue, Rome's best champion, Successful in the battles that he fights, With honour and with fortune is return'd,
From where he circumscribed with his sword,
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! Ln, as the bark that hath discharg'd her fraught, Returns with precious lading to the bay, From whence at first she weigh'd her anchorage, Cometh Andronicus, bound with laurel boughs, To re-salute his country with his tears; Tears of true joy for his return to Rome. Thou great defender of this Capitolt, Stand gracious to the rites tlat we intend! Romans, of five and twenty valiant sons, Half of the number that king Priam had, Behold the poor remains, alive, and dead! These, that survive, let Rome reward with love; These, that I bring unto their latest home, With burial amongst their ancestors: Here Goths have given me leave to sheath my sword. Titus, unkind, and careless of thine own, Why suffer'st thou thy sons, unburied yet, To hover on the dreadful shore of Styx?Make way to lay them by their brethren.
(The tomb is opencd. There greet in silence, as the dead are wont, And sleep in peace, slain in your country's wars!
Freight. + Jupiter, to whom the Capitol was sacred.
O sacred receptacle of my joys,
Luc. Give us the proudest prisoner of the Goths,
Tit. I give him you; the noblest that survives,
Tit. Patient yourself, madam, and pardon me.
• It was supposed that the ghosts of unburied peo. ple appeared to solicit the rites of funeral,
Luc. Away with him! and make a fire straight: And with our swords, upon a pile of wood, Let's hew his linibs, till they be clean consum'd. [Exeunt Lucius, Quintus, Martius, and Mutius,
with Alarbus, Tam. O cruel, irreligious piety! Chi. Was ever Scythia half so barbarous ?
Dem. Oppose not Scythia to ambitious Rome. Alarbus goes to rest; and we survive To tremble under Titus' threatening look. Then, madam, stand resolv'd; but hope withal, The self-same gods, that arm'd the queen of Troy With opportunity of sharp revenge Upon the Thracian tyrant in his tent, May favour Tamora, the queen of Goths (When Goths were Goths, and l'amora was queen), To quit the bloody wrongs upou her foes.
Re-enter Lucius, Quintus, Martius, and Mutius,
with their swords bloody.
Luc. See, lord and father, how we have perform'd Our Roman rites : Alarbus' limbs are lopp'd, Aud entrails feed the sacrificing fire, Whose smoke, like inceuse, doth perfume the sky. Remaineth nought, but to in:er our brethren, And with loud 'larums 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 honour rest you liere, my sons; Rome's readiest champions, repose you here, Secure from worldly chances and mishaps ! Here lurks po treason, here no envy swells, Here grow no damned grudges; here, are no stornis, No noise, but silence and eternal sleep;
In peace and honour rest you here, my sons!
Lao. In peace and honour live lord Titus long:
Tit. Kind Rome, that hast thus lovingly reserv'd
Enter Marcus Andronicus, Saturninus, Bassianus,
Mar. Long live lord Titus, my beloved brother, Gracious triumpher in the eyes of Rome!
Tit. Thanks, gentle tribune, noble brother Marcus.
• He wishes that her life may be longer than his, and her praise longer than fame.
+ The maxim alluded to is, that no man can be pronounced happy before his death.