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And here I swear by all the Roman gods,
Tam. And here in fight of heav'n to Rome I swear,
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,
Luc. But let us give him burial, as becomes ;
Tit. Traitors, away! he refts not in this tomb;
Mar. My Lord, this is impiety in you;
Sons. And Ihall, or him we will accompany.
[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
Tit. Marcus, ev’n thou hast struck upon my crest,
Luc. He is not himself, let us withdraw.
[The brother and his fons kreel.
Mar. Suffer thy brother Marcus to inter
Tit. Rise, Marcus, rise-
[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 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,
Tit. I know not, Marcus; but I know it is :
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,
A father and a friend to chee, and Rome.
Tit. Prince Bafianus, leave to plead my deeds.
Tam. My worthy Lord, if ever Tamora
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,
A Roman now adopted happily :
friends and you.
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,
Mar. That on mine honour here I do protest.
Tam. Nay, nay, sweet Emperor, we must all be friends.
Sat. Marcus, for thy fake and thy brother's here,
Tit. To-morrow, an it please your majesty,