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My peace we will begin : - And, Caius Lucius, Luc.
Read, and declare the meaning. | Although the victor, we submit to Cæsar, Sooth. (Reads.] When as a lion's whelp shall, to And to the Roman empire ; promising himself unknown, without seeking find, and be em To pay our wonted tribute, from the which braced by a piece of tender air ; and when from a We were dissuaded by our wicked queen : slately cedar shall be lopped branches, which, being Whom heavens, in justice, (both on her, and hers,) dead many years, shall after revive, be jointed to the Have laid most heavy band. old stock, and freshly grow; then skaļ Posthumus Sooth. The fingers of the powers above do end his miseries, Britain be fortunate, and flourish in The harmony of this peace. The vision peace and plenty.
Which I made known to Lucius, ere the stroke
Of this yet scarce.cold battle, at this instant Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp ;
Is full accomplish'd : For the Roman eagle, The fit and apt construction of thy name,
From south to west on wing soaring aloft, Being Leo-natus, doth import so much :
Lessen'd herself, and in the beams o' the sun The piece of tender air, thy virtuous daughter, So vanish'd : which foreshow'd our princely eagle,
(To CYMBELINE. The imperial Cæsar, should again unite Which we call mollis aer; and mollis aer
His favour with the radiant Cymbeline, We term it mulier : which mulier I divine,
Which shines here in the west. Is this most constant wife ; who, even now,
Laud we the gods; Answering the letter of the oracle,
And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils Unknown to you, unsought, were clipp'd about From our bless'd altars ! Publish we this peace With this most tender air.
To all our subjects. Set we forward : Let Cym.
This bath some seeming. A Roman and a British ensign wave Sooth. The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline,
Friendly together : so through Lud's town march: Personates thee : and thy lopp'd branches point And in the temple of great Jupiter Thy two sons forth : who, by Belarius stolen,
Our peace we'll ratify; seal it with feasts. For many years thought dead, are now reviy'd, Set on there : - Never was a war did cease, To the majestick cedar join'd; whose issue Ere bloody hands were wash'd, with such a peace. Promiros Britain peace and plenty,
A Captain, Tribune, Messenger, and Clown; Romans
PERSONS REPRESENTED. SATURNINUS, son to the late Emperor of Rome, and Æmilius, a noble Roinan. afterwards declared Emperor himself.
ALARBUS, BASSIANUS, brother to Saturninus ; in love with Chiron,
sons to Tamora.
brother to Titus. Lucius,
TAMORA, Queen of the Goths. QUINTUS,
LAVINIA, daughter to Titus Andronicus.
A Nurse, and a black Child.
Kinsmen of Titus, Senators, Tribunes, Officers PUBLIUS, son to Marcus the tribune.
Soldiers, and Attendants.
SCENE I. — Rome. Before the Capitol.
Enter Marcus ANDRONICUS, aloft, with the croket
Mar. Princes that strive by factions, and by The tomb of the Andronici appearing ; the Tribunes and Senators aloft, as in the Senate. Enter, below, Ambitiously for rule and empery,
friends, SATURNinus and his Followers, on one side ; and Know, that the people
of Rome, for whom we stand BASSIANUS and his Followers, on the other ; with A special party, have, by common voice, drum and colours.
In election for the Roman empery, Sat, Noble patricians, patrons of my right, Chosen Andronicus, surnamed Pius Defend the justice of my cause with arms; For many good and great deserts to Romo; And, countrymen, my loving followers,
A nobler man, a braver warrior, Plead my successive title with your swords: Lives not this day within the city walls: I am his first-born son, that was the last
He by the senate is accited home, That ware the imperial diadem of Rome;
From weary wars against the barbarous Goths; Then let my father's honours live in me,
That, with his sons, a terror to our foes, Nor wrong mine age with this indignity.
Hath yok'd a nation strong, train'd up in sruli
. Bus. Romans, — friends, followers, favourers of Ten years are spent, since first he undertook my right,
This cause of Rome, and chastised with arms If ever Bassianus, Cæsar's son,
Our enemies' pride : Five times he hath notura'd Were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome,
Bleeding to Rome, bearing his valiant soms Keep then this passage to the Capitol ;
In coffins from the field; And suffer not dishonour to approach
And now at last, ladlen with honour's spoil, The imperial seat, to virtue consecrate,
Returns the good Andronicus to Rome, To justice, continence, and nobility :
Renowned Titus, flourishing in arıns. But let desert in pure election shine;
Let us entreat. — By honour of his name, And, Romans, fight for freedom in your choice. Whom, worthily, you would have now sucendo
And in the Capitol and senate's right,
And sleep in peace, slain in your country's wars! Whom you pretend to honour and adore,
O sacred receptacle of my joys, That you withdraw you, and abate your strength; Sweet cell of virtue and nobility, Distniss your followers, and, as suitors should, How many sons of mine hast thou in store, Plead your deserts in peace and humbleness. That thou wilt never render to me more ? Sat. How fair the tribune speaks to calm my Luc. Give us the proudest prisoner of the Goths, thoughts!
That we may hew his limbs, and, on a pile, Bas. Marcus Andronicus, so I do affy
Ad manes fratrum sacrifice his flesh, In thy uprightness and integrity,
Before this earthly prison of their bones ; And so I love and honour thee and thine,
That so the shadows be not unappeasid, Thy nobler brother Titus, and his sons,
Nor we disturb'd with prodigies on earth. And her, to whom my thoughts are humbled all, Tit. I give him you ; the noblest that survives, Gracious Lavinia, Rome's rich ornament,
The eldest son of this distressed queen. That I will here dismiss my loving friends;
Tam. Stay, Roman brethren; - Gracious conAnd to my fortunes, and the people's favour,
queror, Commit my cause in balance to be weigh'd. Victorious Titus, rue the tears I shed,
(Exeunt the Followers of BASSIANUS. A mother's tears in passion for her son : Sat. Friends, that have been thus forward in my And, if thy sons were ever dear to thee, right,
O, think my son to be as dear to me. I thank you all, and here dismiss you all ;
Sufficeth not, that we are brought to Rome, And to the love and favour of my country
To beautify thy triumphs, and return, Commit myself, my person, and the cause.
Captive to thee, and to thy Roman yoke; [Ereunt the Followers of SATURNINUS. But must my sons be slaughter'd in the streets, Rome, be as just and gracious unto me,
For valiant doings in their country's cause? As I am confident and kind to thee.
0! if to fight for king and common weal Open the gates, and let me in.
Were piety in thine, it is in these. Bas. Tribunes! and me, a poor competitor. Andronicus, stain not thy tomb with blood : [Sat, and Bas. go into the Capitol, and exeunt Wilt thou draw near the nature of the gods? with Senators, Marcus, &C.
Draw near them then in being merciful :
Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge ;
Thrice-noble Titus, spare my first-born son.
Tit. Patient yourself, madam, and pardon me. Enter a Captain and others.
These are their brethren, whom you Goths beheld Cap. Romans, make way; The good Andronicus, Alive, and dead; and for their brethren slain, Patron of virtue, Rome's best champion,
Religiously they ask a sacrifice : Successful in the battles that he fights,
To this your son is mark'd; and die he must, With bonour and with fortune is return'd,
To appease their groaning shadows that are gone. From where he circumscribed with bis sword,
Luc. Away with him; and make a fire straight; And brought to yoke, the enemies of Rome. And with our swords, upon a pile of wood,
Let's hew his limbs, till they be clean consum’d. Flourish of trumpets , fc. Enter Mutius and Man
[Ereunt Lucius, Quintus, Martius, and TIUS : after them, two men bearing a coffin covered
MUTIUS, with ALARBUS. with black; then Quintus and Lucius. After
Tam. O cruel, irreligious piety! them, Titus ANDRONICUS; and then Tamora, with
Chi. Was ever Scythia half so barbarous ?
Dem. Oppose not Scythia to ambitious Rome. The bearers set down the coffin, and Tirus speaks.
To tremble under Titus' threatening look. Tit. Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning Then, madam, stand resolv'd; but hope withal, weeds!
The self-same gods, that arm'd the queen of Troy Lo, as the bark, that hath discharg'd her fraught, With opportunity of sharp revenge Returns with precious lading to the bay,
Upon the Thracian tyrant in his tent,
To quit the bloody wrongs upon her foes.
Re-enter Lucius, Quintus, MARTIUS, and MUTIUS,
with their swords bloody. Stand gracious to the rites that we intend ! Romans, of five and twenty valiant sons,
Luc. Sec, lord and father, how we have performu'd Half of the number that king Priam had,
Our Roman rites : Alarbus' limbs are lopp'd, Behold the poor remains, alive, and dead!
And entrails feed the sacrificing fire, These, that survive, let Rome reward with love; Whose smoke, like incense, doth perfume the sky. These, that I bring unto their latest home,
Remaineth nought, but to inter our brethren, With burial amongst their ancestors :
And with loud 'larums welcome them to Rome. Here Goths have given me leave to sheath my sword. Tit. Let it be so, and let Andronicus Titus, unkind, and careless of thine own,
Make this his latest farewell to their souls. Why suffer'st thou thy sons, unburied yet,
[Trumpets sounded, and the coffin laid in the tombe To hover on the dreadful shore of Styx !
In peace and honour rest you here, my sons ; Make way to lay them by their brethren.
Rome's readiest champions, repose you here,
[The tomb is opened. Secure from worldly chances and mishaps ! There greet in silence, as the dead are wont, Here lurks no treason, here no envy swells,
Here grow no damned grudges ; here, are no storms, | I will most thankful be: and thanks, to me
Of noble minds, is honourable meed.
7'it. People of Rome, and people's tribunes here, Enter LAYINIA.
I ask your voices, and your suffrages ; In peace and honour rest you here, my sons ! Will you bestow them friendly on Andronicus ?
Lav. In peace and honour live lord Titus long; T'rib. To gratify the good Andronicus, My noble lord and father, live in fame!
And gratulate his safe return to Rome, Lo! at this tomb my tributary tears
The people will accept whom he admits. I render, for my brethren's obsequies;
Tit. Tribunes, I thank you : and this suit I make, And at thy feet I kneel, with tears of joy
That you create your emperor's eldest son, Shed on the earth, for thy return to Rome :
Lord Saturnine; whose virtues will, I hope, O, bless me here with thy victorious hand,
Reflect on Rome, as Titan's rays on earth, Whose fortunes Rome's best citizens applaud. And ripen justice in this common-weal:
Tit. Kind Rome, that hast thus lovingly reserv'd | Then if you will elect by my advice, The cordial of mine age to glad my heart!
Crown him, and say, — Long live our empere ! Lavinia, live; outlive thy father's days,
Mar. With voices and applause of every sort, And fame's eternal date, for virtue's praise ! Patricians, and plebeians, we create
Lord Saturninus, Rome's great emperor ;
And say, — Long live our emperor Saturnine! Mar. Long live lord Titus, my beloved brother, Sat. Titus Andronicus, for thy favours done Gracious triumpher in the eyes of Rome !
To us in our election this day,
And will with deeds requite thy gentleness : Mar. And welcome, nephews, from successful And, for an onset, Titus, to advance wars,
Thy name, and honourable family, You that survive, and you that sleep in fame. Lavinia will I make my emperess, Fair lords, your fortunes are alike in all,
Rome's royal mistress, mistress of my heart, That in your country's service drew your swords : And in the sacred Pantheon her espouse : But safer triumph is this funeral pomp,
Tell me, Andronicus, doth this motion please thee? That hath aspir'd to Solon's happiness,
Tit. It doth, my worthy lord; and, in this matct, And triumphs over chance, in honour's bed. - I hold me highly honour'd of your grace: Titus Andronicus, the people of Rome,
And here, in sight of Rome, to Saturniae, Whose friend in justice thou hast ever been, King and commander of our common-weal, Send thee by me, their tribune, and their trust, The wide world's emperor, - do I consecrate This palliament of white and spotless hue ;
My sword, my chariot, and my prisoners; And name thee in election for the empire,
Presents well worthy Rome's imperial lord: With these our late deceased emperor's sons : Receive them then, the tribute that I owe, Be candidatus then, and put it on,
Mine honour's ensigns humbled at thy feet. And help to set a head on headless Rome.
Sat. Thanks, noble Titus, father of my
life! Tit. A better head her glorious body fits, How proud I am of thee, and of thy gifts, Than his, that shakes for age and feebleness : Rome shall record ; and, when I do forget What ! should I don this robe, and trouble you? The least of these unspeakable deserts, Be chosen with proclamations to-day;
Romans, forget your fealty to me. To-morrow, yield up rule, resign my life,
Tit. Now, madan, are you prisoner to an eAnd set abroad new business for you all ?
peror ; Rome, I have been thy soldier forty years,
To him, that for your honour and your state, And buried one and twenty valiant sons,
Will use you nobly, and your followers. Knighted in field, slain manfully in arms,
Sat. A goodly lady, trust me; of the hue In right and service of their noble country: That I would choose, were I to choose anew. Give me a staff of honour for mine age,
Clear up, fair queen, that cloudy countenance; But not a sceptre to control the world :
Though chance of war hath wrought this changed Upright he held it, lords, that held it last.
cheer, Mar. Titus, thou shalt obtain and ask the empery. Thou com'st not to be made a scorn in Rome : Sat. Proud and ambitious tribune, canst thou Princely shall be thy usage every way. tell ? —
Rest on my word, and let not discontent Tit. Patience, prince Saturnine.
Daunt all your hopes; Madam, be comforts you, Sat.
Romans, do me right ; Can make you greater then the queen of Gotts Patricians, draw your swords, and sheath them not Lavinia, you are not displeas'd with this? Till Saturninus be Rome's emperor :
Lav. Not I, my lord; sith true nobility Andronicus, 'would thou wert shipp'd to hell, Warrants these words in princely courtesy. Rather than rob me of the people's hearts.
Sat. Thanks, sweet Lavinia. - Romans, let was pret Luc. Proud Saturnine, interrupter of the good Ransomeless here we set our prisoners free: That noble-minded Titus means to thee !
Proclaim our honours, lords, with trump and drus Tit. Content thee, prince; I will restore to thee Bas. Lord Titus, by your leave, this mail is The people's hearts, and wean them from them
Tit. How, sir? Are you in earnest then, my lund? Bas. Andronicus, I do not fatter thee But honour thee, and will do till I die;
Bas. Ay, noble Titus ; and resolv'd withal,
To do myself this reason and this right. My faction if thou strengthen with thy friends,
[The Emperor courts TAMORA in dual staten
Mar. Suum cuique is our Roman justice : Sent by the heavens for prince Saturnine,
Whose wisdom hath her fortune conquer'd:
and her sons; Aaron, and Goths. Treason, my lord ; Lavinia is surpriz'd.
Tit. I am not bid to wait upon this bride; Sat. Surpriz'd! By whom ?
Titus, when wert thou wont to walk alone, Bas.
By him that justly may | Dishonour'd thus, and challenged of wrongs? Bear his betroth'd from all the world away. [Exeunt Marcus and BASSIANUS, with LAVINIA.
Re-enter Marcus, Lucius, QUINTUS, and MARTIUS. Mut. Brothers, help to convey her hence away, Mar. O, Titus, see, O, see, what thou hast done! And with my sword I'll keep this door safe.
In a bad quarrel slain a virtuous son, (Ereunt Lucius, Quintus, and MARTIUS. Tit. No, foolish tribune, no; no son of mine, Tit. Follow, my lord, and I'll soon bring her back. Nor thou, nor these, confederates in the deed Mut. My lord, you pass not here.
That hath dishonour'd all our family; Tit.
What, villain boy! | Unworthy brother, and unworthy sons ! Barr'st me my way in Rome? (Titus kills Motius. Luc. But let us give him burial, as becomes ; dut.
Help, Lucius, help! Give Mutius burial with our brethren.
Tit. Traitors, away! he rests not in this tomb. Re-enter Lucius.
This monument five hundred years hath stood, Luc. My lord, you are unjust; and, more than so, Which I have sumptuously re-edified : In wrongful quarrel you have slain your son. Here none but soldiers, and Rome's servitors,
Tit. Nor thou, nor he, are any sons of mine : Repose in fame; none basely slain in brawls : My sons would never so dishonour me :
Bury him where you can, he comes not here. Traitor, restore Lavinia to the emperor.
Mar. My lord, this is impiety in you : Luc. Dead, if you will ; but not to be his wife, My nephew Mutius' deeds do plead for him; That is another's lawful promis'd love. [Exit. He must be buried with his brethren.
Sat. No, Titus, no; the emperor needs her not, Quin. Mart. And shall, or him we will acNot her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock :
company. I'll trust, by leisure, him that mocks me once; Tit. And shall ? What villain was it spoke that Thee never, nor thy traitorous haughty sons,
word? Confederates all thus to dishonour me.
Quin. He that would vouch't in any place but Was there none else in Rome to make a stale of,
here. But Saturnine ? Full well, Andronicus,
Tit. What, would you bury him in my despite ? Agree these deeds with that proud brag of thine, Mar. No, noble Titus; but entreat of thee That said'st, I begg'd the empire at thy hands. To pardon Mutius, and to bury him. Tit. O monstrous ! what reproachful words are Tit. Marcus, even thou hast struck upon my crest, these?
And, with these boys, mine honour thou hast Sat. But go thy ways; go, give that changing
My foes I do repute you every one ;
Mart. He is not with himself; let us withdraw. One fit to bandy with thy lawless sons,
Quin. Not I, till Mutius' bones be buried. To rufe in the commonwealth of Rome.
[Marcus and the sons of Titus kneel. Tit. These words are razors to my wounded Mar. Brother, for in that name doth nature plead. heart.
Quin. Father, and in that name doth nature Sat. And therefore, lovely Tamora, queen of
Tit. Speak thou no more, if all the rest will speed. That like the stately Phæbe 'mongst her nymphs, Mar. Renowned Titus, more than half my Dost overshine the gallant'st dames of Rome,
soul, If thou be pleas'd with this my sudden choice, Luc. Dear father, soul and substance of us all, Behold, I choose thee, Tamora, for my bride,
Mar. Suffer thy brother Marcus to inter And will create thee emperess of Rome.
His noble nephew here in virtue's nest, Speak, queen of Goths, dost thou applaud my That died in honour and Lavinia's cause. choice?
Thou art a Roman, be not barbarous. And here I swear by all the Roman Gods,
The Greeks, upon advice, did bury Ajax
That slew himself; and wise Laertes son
Let not young Mutius then, that was thy joy, I will not re-salute the streets of Rome,
Be barr'd his entrance here. Or climb my palace, till from forth this place
Rise, Marcus, rise: I lead espous'd my bride along with me.
The dismall'st day is this, that e'er I saw, Tam. And here, in sight of heaven, to Rome I To be dishonour'd by my sons in Rome !swear,
Well, bury him, and bury me the next. If Saturnine advance the queen of Goths,
(Mutius is put into the tomb. She will a handmaid be to his desires,
Luc. There lie thy bones, sweet Mutius, with A loving nurse, a mother to his youth.
thy friends, Sat. Ascend, fair queen, Pantheon :-Lords, ac Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomb! company
Au. No man shed tears for noble Mutius; Your noble emperor, and his lovely bride,
He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause.