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And here I swear by all the Roman gods,
(Sith priest and holy water are fo near,
And tapers burn so bright, and every thing
In readiness for Hymeneus ftands,)
I will not re-falute 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 fight of heav'n 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 poble Emperor, and his lovely bride, Sent by the heavens for Prince Saturnine; Whofé wisdom hath her fortune conquered : There shall we consummate our spousal rites. [Exeunt.

Manet Titus Andronicus. Tit. I am not bid to wait

upon this bride. Titus, when were thou wont to walk alone, Dishonour'd thus, and challenged of wrongs ? Enter Marcus Andronicus, Lucius, Quintus, and Marcus.

Mar. Oh, Titus, see, oh, fee, what thou hast done! In a bad quarrel slain a virtuous son.

Tit. No, foolish tribune, no: no son of mine,
Nor thou, nor these confederates in the deed,
That hath dishonoured all our family;
Unworthy brother, and unworthy fons.

Luc. But let us give him burial, as becomes ;
Give Mutius burial with our bretheren.

Tit. Traitors, away! he refts not in this tomb;
This monument five hundred years hath stood,
Which I have fumptuously re-édified :
Here none but soldiers, and Rome's servitors,
Repose in fame; none basely slain in brawls,
Bury him where you can, he comes not here.

Mar. My Lord, this is impiety in you;
My nephew Mutius' deeds do plead for him :
He muft be buried with his bretheren. (Titus's fons speak.

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Sons. And Ihall, or him we will accompany.
Tit. And shall ? what villain was it spake that word ?

[Titus's fon /peaks. Quin. He, that would vouch't in any place but here. Tit. What, would you bury him in my despight?

Mar. No, noble Titus; but intreat of thee
To pardon Mutius, and to bury him.

Tit. Marcus, ev’n thou hast struck upon my crest,
And with these boy's mine honour thou haft 'wounded.
My foes I do repute you every one,
So trouble me no more, but get you gone.

Luc. He is not himself, let us withdraw.
Quin. Not I, 'till Mutius' bones be buried.

[The brother and his fons kreel.
Mar. Brother, for in that name doth nature plead.
Quin. Father, and in that name doth nature speak.
Tit. Speak thou no more, if all the rest will ipeed.
Mar. Renowned Titus, more than half my loul,
Luc. Dear father, soul and subfiance of us all.

Mar. Suffer thy brother Marcus to inter
His noble nephew here in virtue's neit,
That died in honour, and Lavinia's cause.
Thou art a Roman, be not barbarous.
The Greeks, upon advice, did bury Ajax, (7)
That slew himself; and wise Laertes' ion
Did graciously plead for his funerals.
Let not young Mutiu's then, that was thy joy,
Be barr'd his entrance here.

Tit. Rise, Marcus, rise-
The dismall'st day is this, that e'er I saw,
To be dishonour'd by my sons in Rome :
Well; bury him, and bury me the next.

[They put him in the Tomb. Luc. There liethy bones, sweet Mutius, with thy friends, (7) The Greeks, upon advice, did bury Ajax,

That few bimself;--] As the author before shew'd himself acquainted with a circumfance glean'd from Euripides, we find him there, no less conversant with the Ajax of SOPHOCLES; in which Uigles and Teucer strenuously contend for permission to bury the body of thjax, tho' he had been declared an enemy to the confederate states of Griece, VOL. VI. к

'Till

'Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomb !

[They all kneel and fas; No man shed tears for noble Mutius; He lives in fame, that died in virtue's cause.

Mar. My Lord, to step out of these dreary dumps,
How comes it, that the subtle Queen of Goths
Is of a sudden thus advanc'd in Rome?

Tit. I know not, Marcus; but I know it is :
If by device or no, the heav'ns can tell :
Is the not then beholden to the man,
That brought her for this high good turn so far?
Yes; and will nobly him remunerate.
Flourish. Re-enter the Emperor, Tamora, Chiron, and

Demetrius, with Aaron the Moor, at one door. At the other door, Bassianus and Lavinia with others.

Sat. So, Baffianus, you have plaid your prize ; God give you joy, Sir, of your gallant bride.

Baf. And you of yours, my Lord; I say no more, Nor wish no less, and so I take my

leave. Sat. Traitor, if Rome have law, or we have power, Thou and thy faction shall repent this rape.

Baf. Rape call you it, my Lord, to seize my own, My true-betrothed love, and now my wife But let the laws of Rome determine all ; Mean while I am posseft of that is mine.

Sat. 'Tis good, Sir; you are very short with us. But, if we live, we'll be as sharp with you.

Baf. My Lord, what I have done, as best I may,
Answer I must, and shall do with

my
Only thus much I give your Grace to know,
By all the duties which I owe to Rome,
This noble gentleman, Lord Titus here,
Is in opinion and in honour wrong'd;
That in the rescue of Lavinia,
With his own hand did slay his youngest son,
In zeal to you, and highly mov'd to wrath
To be contrould in that he frankly gave ;
Receive him then to favour, Saturnine ;
That hath expreft himself in all his deeds

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life ;

A father and a friend to chee, and Rome.

Tit. Prince Bafianus, leave to plead my deeds.
'Tis thou, and those, that have dishonour'd me:
Rome and the righteous heavens be my judge,
How I have lov'd and honour'd Saturnine.

Tam. My worthy Lord, if ever Tamora
Were gracious in those princely eyes of thine,
Then hear me speak, indifferently, for all;
And at my suit (sweet) pardon what is paft.

Sat. What, Madam! be dishonour'd openly, And bafely put it up without revenge?

Tam. Not so, my Lord ; the gods of Rome fore.fend, I should be author to dishonour you ! But, on mine honour dare I undertake For good Lord Titus' innocence in all; Whose fury, not diffembled, speaks his griefs : Then, at my fuit, look graciously on him, Lose not so noble a friend on vain suppose, Nor with four looks afflict his gentle heart.My Lord, be ruld by me, be won at last, Dissemble all your griefs and discontents : You are but newly planted in your throne; Left then the people and patricians too, Upon a juft fürvey, take Titus' part; And fo fupplant us for ingratitude, Which Rome reputes to be a hainous sin, [Afidea Yield at intreats, and then let me alone ; I'll find a day to massacre them all, And raze their faction, and their family, The cruel father, and his traiterous fons, To whom I sued for my dear son's life : And make them know, what 'tis to let a Queen Kneel in the streets, and beg for grace in vain.--) Come, come, sweet Emperor-come, Andronicits Take

up this good old man, and chear the heart, That dies in tempeft of thy angry frown.

Sat. Rise, Titus, rise; my Empress hath prevail'd. Tit. I thank your majesty, and her; my Lord, These words, these looks infuse new life in me. Tam. Titus, I am incorporate in Rome,

By my

A Roman now adopted happily :
And must advise the Emperor for his good.
This day all quarrels die, Andronicus ;
And let it be my honour, good my Lord,
That I have reconcil'd

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friends and you.
For you, Prince Basianus, I have paft
My word and promise to the Emperor,
That

you will be more mild and tractable. And fear not, Lords; and you, Lavinia,

advice all-humbled on your knees, You shall ask pardon of his majesty.

Luc. We do, and vow to heaven and to his Highness,
That what we did was mildly, as we might,
Tendring our sister's honour and our own.

Mar. That on mine honour here I do protest.
Sat. Away, and talk not; trouble us no more.

Tam. Nay, nay, sweet Emperor, we must all be friends.
The tribune and his nephews kneel for grace,
I will not be denied ; sweet-heart, look back.

Sat. Marcus, for thy fake and thy brother's here,
And at my lovely Tanora's intreats,
I do remit these young men's hainous faults,
Lavinia, though you left me like a churl,
I found a friend ; and, sure as death, I swore,
I would not part a batchelor from the priett.
Come, if the Emperor's court can fealt two brides ;
You are my guest, Lavinia, and your friends;
This day shall be a love-day, Tamora.

Tit. To-morrow, an it please your majesty,
To hunt the Panther and the Hart with me,
With horn and hound, we'll give your grace Bon-jour.
Sat. Be it so, Titus, and gramercy too. [Exeunt.

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