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Whom heavens, in justice, (both on her and

A SONG, hers,) Have laid most heavy hand.

Sung by Guiderius and Arviragus over Fidele, supposed

to be dead. Sooth. The fingers of the powers above do

BY WILLIAM COLLINS. tune The harmony of this peace. The vision

To fair Fidele's grassy tomb, Which I made known to Lucius, ere the stroke Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Of this yet scarce-cold battle, at this instant Each opening sweet, of earliest bloom, Is full accomplish'd: For the Roman eagle,

And rifle all the breathing spring. From south to west' on wing soaring aloft,

No wailing ghost shall dare appear Lessep'd herself, and in the beams o'the sun

To rex with shrieks his quiet grove; So vanish’d: which foreshow'd our princely

But shepherd lads assemble here, eagle,

And melting virgins own their love. The imperial Cesar, should again unite His favour with the radiant Cymbeline,

No wither'd witch shall here be seen, Which shines here in the west.

No goblins lead their nightly crew: Cym. Laud we the gods;

The female says shall haunt the green, And let our crooked smokes climb* to their And dress thy grave with pearly dew. nostrils

The red-breast oft at evening hours From our bless'd altars! Publish we this peace Shall kindly lend his little aid, To all our subjects. Set we forward: Let

With hoary moss, and gather'd flowers, A Roman and a British ensign wave

To deck the ground where thou art laud, Friendly together: so through Lud's town

When horcling winds and beating run, And in the temple of great Jupiter

In tempests shake the sylvan cell;

Or midst the chase on every plain,
Our peace we'll ratify; seal it with feasts.-
Set on there:-Never was a war did cease,

The tender thought on thee shall dwell Ere bloody hands were wash'd, with such a

Each lonely scene shall thee restore; peace,


For thee the tear be duly shed: Belov'd, till life could charm no more ;

And mourn'd, till pity's self be decui.




SATURNINUS, Son to the late Emperor of Rome, | ALARBUS,

and afterwards declared Emperor him CHIRON, Sons to Tamora,

BASSJANUS, Brother to Saturninus; in love AARON, a Moor, beloved by Tamora.
with Lavinia

| A CAPTAIN, TRIBUNE, MESSENGER, and CLONN; Titus ANDRONICUS, a noble Roman, General | Romans. against the Goths.

Goths and Romans. MARCUS ANDRONICUS, Tribune of the People; and Brother to Titus.

TAMORA, Queen of the Goths. Lucius,

LAVINIA, Daughter to Titus Andronicus.
QUINTUS, Sons to Titus Andronicus.

A Nurse, and a Black Child.

Kinsmen of Titus, Senators, Tribunes, Officers, YOUNG Lucius, a Boy, Son to Lucius.

Soldiers, and Attendants.
Publius, Son to Marcus the Tribune.
Æmilius, a noble Roman.

SCENE; Rome, and the Country near it.


A special party, have, by their common voice,

In election for the Roman empery, SCENE I.Rome. Before the Capitol.

Chosen Andronicus, surnamed Pius The tomb of the ANDRONICI appearing ; the | For many good and great deserts to Rome ;

TRIBUNES and Senators aloft, as in the Sen- | A nobler man, a braver warrior, ate. Enter, below, SATURNINUS and his fol. | Lives not this day within the city walls: lowers, on one side; and BASSIANUS and his | He by the senate is accited* home, Followers on the other ; with Drum and Col- | From weary wars against the barbarous Goths, ours.

That, with his sons, a terror to our foes, Sat. Noble patricians, patrons of my right,

Hath yok'd a nation strong, train'd up in arms. Defend the justice of my cause with arms;

Ten years are spent, since first he undertook

This cause of Rome, and chastised with arms And, countrymen, my loving followers, Plead my successive title* with your swords:

Our enemies' pride: Five times he hath ree

turn'd I am his first-born son, that was the last

Bleeding to Rome, bearing his valiant sous That wore the imperial diadem of Rome;

In coffins from the field;
Then let my father's honours live in me,
Nor wrong mine age with this indignity.

And now at last, laden with honour's spoils, Bas. Romans,-friends, followers, favourers

Returns the good Andronicus to Rome,

Renowned Titus, flourishing in arms. of my right,If aver Bassianus, Cesar's son,

Let us entreat,-By honour of his name,

Whom, worthily, you would have now succeed Were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome, Keep then this passage to the Capitol;

And in the Capitol and senate's right,

Whom you pretend to honour and adore, And suffer not dishonour to approach

That you withdraw you, and abate your The imperial seat, to virtue consecrate,

strength; To justice, continence, and nobility : But let desert in pure election shine ;

Dismiss your followers, and, as suitors should,

Plead your deserts in peace and humbleness. And, Romans, fight for freedom in your choice.

Sat. How fair the tribune speaks to calm iny Enter MARCUS ANDRONICus, aloft, with the

thoughts! Crown.

Bas. Marcus Andronicus, so I do affy

| In thy uprightness and integrity, Mar. Princes that strive by factions, and | And so I love and bonour thee and thine, by friends,

Thy nobler brother Titus, and his sons, tall, Ambitiously for rule and empery,

And her, to whom my thoughts are bumbled Know, that the people of Rome, for whom we Gracious Lavinia, Rome's rich ornament, stand

That I will here dismiss my loving friends * I. e. My title to the succession.


And to my fortunes, and the people's favour, Tit. I give him you; the noblest that surCommit my cause in balance to be weigh’d. The eldest son of this distressed queen. (vives,

Exeunt the Followers of BASSIANUS. Tam. Stay, Roman brethren ;-Gracious Sat. Friends, that have been thus forward in

my right,

Victorious Titus, rue the tears I shed,
I thank you all, and here dismiss you all; | A mother's tears in passion* for her son:
And to the love and favour of my country And, if thy sons were ever dear to thee,
Commit myself, my person, and the cause. O, think my son to be as dear to me.

(Exeunt the Followers of SATURNINUS. Sufficeth not, that we are brought to Rome, Rome, be as just and gracious unto me, To beautify thy triumphs, and return, As I am confident and kind to thee.

Captive to thee, and to thy Roman yoke; Open the gates, and let me in.

But must my sons be slaughter'd in the streets, Bas. Tribunes! and me, a poor competitor. For valiant doings in their country's cause? Sat, and Bas. go into the Capitol, and exeunt | 0! if to fight for king and common weal with Senators, MARCUS, &c.

Were piety in thine, it is in these.

Andronicus, stain not thy tomb with blood: SCENE II.-The same.

Wilt thou draw near the nature of the gods? Enter a Captain, and Others.

Draw near them then in being merciful;

Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge; Cap. Romans, make way; The good Andro- Thrice-noble Titus, spare my first-born son. nicus,

Tit. Patient yourself, madam, and pardon Patron of virtue, Rome's best champion,


beheld Successful in the battles that he fights,

These are their brethren, whom you Goths With honour and with fortune is return'd.

Alive and dead: and for their brethren slain. From where he circumscribed with his sword, Religiously they ask a sacrifice: And brought to yoke, the enemies of Rome. To this your son is mark'd; and die he must,

| To appease their groaning shadows that are Flourish of Trumpets, fc. Enter Mutius and

gone. MARTIUS : after them, two Men bearing a Coffin

Luc. Away with him! and make a fire corered with black; then Quintus and Lucius.

str After them, Titus ANDRONICUS; and then And with your swords, upon a pile of wood, TAMORA, with ALARBUS, CHIRON, DEME- Let's hew his limbs, till they be clean conTRIUS, AARON, and other Goths, prisoners;

sum'd. Soldiers and People following. The Bearers

[Exeunt Lucius, QUINTUS, MARTIUS, and set down the Cofin, and Titus speaks.

Mutius, with ALARBUS. Tit. Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning

| Tam. O) cruel, irreligious piety!

Chi. Was ever Scythia half so barbarous? weeds!

(fraught,* Lo, as the bark that hath discharged her

Dem. Oppose not Scythia to ambitious Rome. Returns with precious lading to the bay,

Alarbus goes to rest; and we survive From whence at first she weigh'd her anchor

To tremble under Titus' threatening look. (al,

Then, madam, stand resolv'd; but hope with age, Cometh Andronicus, bound with laurel boughs,

The salf-same gods, that arm'd the queen of To re-salute his country with his tears;

With opportunity of sharp revenge [Troy Tears of true joy for his return to Rome.

Upon the Thracian tyrant in his tent, Thou great defender of this Capitol,t

May favour Tamora, the queen of Goths, Stand gracious to the rights that we intend! (When Goths were Goths, and Tamora was Romans, of five and twenty valiant sons,

queen,). Half of the number that king Priam had,

To quit the bloody wrongs upon her foes. Behold the poor remains, alive, and dead!

Re-enter Lucius, Quintus, Martius, and MuThese, that survive, let Rome reward with

TIUS, with their Swords bloody. love ; These, that I bring unto their latest home, | Luc. See, lord and father, how we have perWith burial amongst their ancestors :

_ form'd Here Goths have given me leave to sheath Our Roman rites: Alarbus' limbs are lopp'd, my sword.

And entrails feed the sacrificing fire, (sky. Titus, unkind, and careless of thine own, Whose smcke, like incense, doth perfume the Why suffer'st thou thy sons, unburied yet, Remaineth nought, but to inter our brethren,

To hover on the dreadful shore of Styx? And with loud 'larums welcome them to Rome. Make way to lay them by their brethren.

Tit. Let it be so, and let Andronicus [The Tomb is opened. Make this his latest farewell to their souls. There greet in silence, as the dead are wont, [Trumpets sounded, and the Coffins luid in And sleep in peace, slain in your country's

the Tomb. O sacred receptacle of my joys, (wars! | In peace and honour rest you here, my sons; Sweet cell of virtue and nobility,

Rome's readiest champions, repose you here, i
How many sons of mine hast thou in store, I Secure from worldly chances and mishaps!
That thou wilt never render to me more? Here lurks no treason, here no envy swells,
Luc. Give us the proudest prisoner of the Here grow no damned grudges; here, are nc

That we may hew his limbs, and, on a pile, No noise, but silence and eternal sleep:
Ad manes fratrum sacrifice his flesh,
Before this earthly prison of their bones;

That so the shadows be not unappeas'd,

| In peace and honour rest you here, my sons! Nor wo disturb’d with prodigies on earth.

| Lav, In peace and honour live lord Titas Freigbt. + Jupiter, to whom the Capitol was sacred.

long; It was supnosed that the ghosts of unburied people aprearad to poucít the rites of funeral


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My noble lord and father, live in fame "I will most thankful be: and thanks, to keer Lo! at this tomb my tributary tears

1 Of noble ininds, is honourable meed. I render, for my brethren's obsequies;

|_Tit. People of Rome, and people's tribune And at thy feet I kneel with tears of joy I ask your voices, and your suffrages; (hers, Shed on the earth, for thy return to Rome: Will you bestow them friendly on Andronicas% 0, bless me here with thy victorious hand, Trib. To gratify the good Andronicus, W bose fortunes Rome's best citizens applaud. And gratulate his safe return to Rome, Tit. Kind Rome, that hast thus lovingly re- | The people will accept whom he adınits. serv'd

Tit. Tribunes, I thank you: and this suit I The cordial of mine age to glad my heart!

make, Lavinia, live; outlive thy father's days, That you create your emperor's eldest son, And fame's eternal date, for virtue's praise !* Lord Saturnine; whose virtues wil), I hope,

Reflect on Rome, as Titan's* rays on earth, Enter Marcus ANDRONICUS, SATURNINUS, And ripen justice in this commcd-weal : BASSIANUS, und others.

Then if you will elect by my advice, Mar. Long live lord Titus, my beloved

Crown him, and say,-Long live our emperor!

Mar. With voices and applause of every sort, brother,

Patricians, and plebeians, we create
Gracious triumpher in the eyes of Rome!

Lord Saturninus, Rome's great emperor;
Tit. Thanks, gentle tribune, noble brother

And say,-Long live our emperor Saturnine!

" A long Flourish. Mur. And welcome, nephews, from successful wars,

Sat. Titus Andronicus, for thy favours done You that survive, and you that sleep in fame.

To us in our election this day, Fair lords, your fortunes are alike in all,

I give thee thanks in part of thy doserts, That in your country's service drew your

| And will with deeds requite thy gentleness:
And, for an onset, Titus, to advance

Thy 'name, and honourable family,
But safer triumph is this funeral pomp,
That hath aspir'd to Solon's happiness,

Lavinia will I make my emperess,
And triumphs over chance in honour's bed.-

Rome's royal mistress, mistress of my heart, Titus Andronicus, the people of Rome,

And in the sacred Pantheon her espoust Whose friend in justice thou hast ever been,

Tell me, Andronicus, doth this motion please

thee? Send thee by me, their tribune, and their trust, This palliament of white and spotless hue;

Tit. It doth, my worthy lord; and, in this

match, And name thee in election for the empire,

I hold me highly honour'd of your grace:
With these our late-deceased emperor's sons:
Be candidatus then, and put it on,

And here, in sight of Rome, to Saturnine,And help to set a head on headless Rome.

King and commander of our common-weal, Tit. A better head her glorious body fits,

The wide world's emperor,-do I consecrate Than his, that shakes for age and feebleness :

My sword, my chariot, and my prisoners ; What! should I dons this robe, and trouble

Presents well worthy Rome's imperial lord: Be chosen with proclamations to-day;

Receive them then, the tribute that I owe,

(you? To-morrow, yield up rule, resign my life,

Mine honour's ensigns humbled at thy feet.

Sat. Thanks, noble Titus, father of my life! And set abroad new business for you all ?

How proud I am of thee, and of thy gifts, Rome, I have been thy soldier forty years, And buried one and twenty valiant sons,

Rome shall record ; and, when I do forget

The least of these unspeakable deserts,
Knighted in field, slain manfully in arms,
In right and service of their noble country:

Romans, forget your fealty to me.
Give me a staff of honour for mine age,

Tit. Now, madam, are you prisoner to ad But not a sceptre to control the world :


emperor; Upright he held it, lords, that held it last.

To him, that for your honour and your state, Mar. Titus, thou shalt obtain and ask the

Will use you nobly, and your followers.

Sat. A goodly lady, trust me; of the hue empery. Sat. Proud' and ambitious tribune, canst

That I would choose, were I to choose anew.thou tell ?

Clear up, fair queen, that cloudy countenance; Tit. Patience, prince Saturnine.

Thoughi chance of war hath wrought this change

of cheer, Sat. Romans, do me right; Patricians, draw your swords, and sheath

Thou com'st not to be inade a scorn in Rome:

" Princely shall be thy usage every way. Till Saturninus be Rome's emperor

Rest on my word, and let not discontent Andronicus, 'would thou wert shipp'd to hell,

Daunt all your hopes; Madam, he comforts * Rather than rob me of the people's hearts.

. [Goths.Luc. Proud Saturnine, interrupter of the

Can make you greater than the queen of

Lavinia, you are not displeas'd with this? good That noble-minded Titus means to thee!

Lav. Not I, my lord ; sitht true nobility

Warrants these words in princely courtesy. Tit. Content thee, prince; I will restore to

Sat. Thanks, sweet Lavinia. -Romans, let thee The people's hearts, and wean them from

us go:

Ransomless here we set our prisoners free : themselves. Bas. Andronicus, I do not flatter thee,

Proclaim our honours, lords, with trump and

drum. But honour thee, and will do till I die;

Das. Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is My faction if thou strengthen with thy friends,


Seizing LAVIKIA.

Tit. How, Sir? Are you in earnest then, my He wishes that her life may be longer than his, and her praise longer than fame,

lord ? + The maxim alluded to is, that no man can be pro Bus. Ay, noble Titus; and resolt'd wilka! zgünord happy before his death. A robe TIe. Do on, put it on.

The sun,


them not Rome's emp



To do myself this reason and this right.

Tam. And here, in sight of heaven, to Rome The Emperor courts TAMORA in dumb

I swear,

If Saturnine advance the queen of Goths, Mar. Suum cuique is our Roman justice: She will a handmaid be to his desires, This prince in justice seizeth but his own. | A loving nurse, a mother to his youth. Luc. And that he will, and shall, if Lucius Sat. Ascend, fair queen, Pantheon :-Lords, live.

accompany Tit. Traitors, avaunt! Where is the emper. Your noble emperor, and his lovely bride, or's guard?

Sent by the heavens for prince Saturnine, Treason, my lord; Lavinia is surpris’d. Whose wisdom hath her fortune conquered: Sat, Surpris'd! by whom?

There shall we consummate our spousal rites. Bus. By him that justly may

[Exeunt SATURNINUS, and his FollowBear his betroth'd from all the world away.

ers; TAMORA, and her Sons; AARON, [Exeunt MARCUS und BASSIANUS, with

and Goths. LAVINIA.

Tit. I am not bid to wait upon this bride ;Mut. Brothers, help to convey her hence Titus, when wert thou wont to talk alone, away,

| Dishonour'd thus, and challenged of wrongs? And with my sword I'll keep this door safe. [Exeunt Lucius, QUINTUS, and MAR

Re-enter MARCUS, Lucius, QUINTUS, and TIUS.

MARTIUS. Tit. Follow my lord, and I'll soon bring her Mar. 0, Titus, see, o, see, what thou hast back.

In a bad quarrel slain a virtuous son. [done! Mut. My lord, you pass not here.

Tit. No, foolish tribune, no; no son of Tit. What, villain boy!

mine, Barr'st me my way in Rome ?

Nor thon, nor these, confederates in the deed

(Titus kills Mutius. That hath dishononr'd all our family; Mut. Help, Lucius, help.

Unworthy brother, and unworthy sons !

Luc. But let us give him burial as becomes; Re-enter Lucius.

Give Mutius burial with our brethren. Luc. My lord, you are unjust: and, more Tit. Traitors, away! be rests not in this than so,

tomb. In wrongful quarrel you have slain your son. This monument five hundred years hath stood,

Tit. Nor thou, nor he, are any sons of mine: Which I have sumptuously re-edified: My sons would never so dishonour me: Here none but soldiers, and Rome's servitors, Traitor, restore Lavinia to the emperor. Repose in fame; none basely slain in brawls:Luc. Dead, if you will: but not to be his Bury him where you can, he comes not here. wife,

Mur. My lord, this is impiety in you: That is another's lawful promis'd love. [Erit. | My nephew Mutius' deeds do plead for him ; Sat. No, Titus, no; the emperor needs her He must be buried with his brethren. 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 Thee never, nor thy traitorous baughty sons,

that word? Confederates all thus to dishonour me. [of, Quin. He that would vouch't in any place Was there none else in Rome to make a stale*

but here. But Saturnine? Full well, Andronicus,

Tit. What, would you bury him in my deAgree 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. () monstrous! what reproachful words Tit. Marcus, even thou hast struck upon my are these?

crest, Sat. But go thy ways; go, give that changing And, with these boys, mine honour thou hast piece

wounded: To him that flourish'd for her with his sword: My foes I do repute you every one ; A valiant son-in-law thou shalt enjoy;

So trouble me no more, but get you gone. One fit to bandy with thy lawless sons,

Mart. He is not with himself; let us withTo rufflet in the commonwealth of Rome.

draw. Tit. These words are razors to my wounded Quin. Not I, till Mutius' bones be buried. heart.

MARCUS and the Sons of Titus kneel. Sat. And therefore, lovely Tamora, queen Mar. Brother, for in that name doth nature of Goths,


plead. That like the stately Phoebe 'mongst her Quin. Father, and in that name doth nature Dost overshine the gallant'st dames of Rome,

speak. If thou be pleas'd with this my sudden choice, Tit. Speak thou no more, if all the rest will Behold, I choose thee, Tamora, for my bride,

speed. And will create thee emperess of Rome.

Mar. Renowned Titus, more than half my Speak, queen of Goths, dost thou applaud my choice?

Luc. Dear father, soul and substance of us And here I swear by all the Roman gods,

all, Sith priest and holy water are so near,

Mar. Suffer thy brother Marcus to inter
And tapers burn so bright, and every thing His noble nephew here in virtue's nest,
In readiness for Hymeneus stand,

That died in honour and Livinia's cause.
I will not re-salute the streets of Rome, Thou art a Roman, be not barbarous.
Or climb my palace, till from forth this place | The Greeks upon advice, did bury Ajax
I lead espous'd my bride along with me.

That slew himself; and wise Laertes' soa

spite ?


& A calling horse.

† Arumer was a bully,

* Invitad

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