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Sąt. How fair the tribune speaks to calm my
thoughts ! Bass. Marcus Andronicus, so I do affy In thy uprightness and integrity, And so I love and honour thee and thine, Thy noble brother Titus and his sons, And her to whom my thoughts are humbled all, Gracious Lavinia, Rome's rich ornament, That I will here dismiss my loving friends ; And to my fortunes and the people's favour Commit my cause in balance to be weigh’d.
[Exeunt Followers of Bassianus. Sat. Friends, that have been thus forward in
[Ēxeunt Followers of Saturninus.
(Flourish. They go up into the Senate-house.
SCENE IL-The same.
Enter a Captain, and others
Sound drums and trumpets, and then enter MARTIUS
and MUTius, two of Titus' Sons. After them the Men bearing a coffin covered with black: ther Lucius and QUINTUS, two other Sons of Titus. After them Titus ANDRONICUS; and then Í AMORA, the Queen of Goths, and her Sons, ALARBUS, ChiRON, and DEMETRIUS, with AARON the Moor, and 2 number of Goths, prisoners; Soldiers and People following. The Bearers set down the cofin, and Titus speaks. Tit. Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning
[They open the tomb.
How many sons of mine hast thou in store,
Tit. I give him you, the noblest that survives,
queror, Victorious Titus, rue the tears I shed, A mother's tears in passion for her son: And if thy sons were ever dear to thee, O think my sons to be as dear to me. Sufficeth not, that we are brought to Rome To beautify thy triumphs, and return Captive to thee, and to thy Roman yoke ; But must my sons be slaughter'd in the streets, For valiant doings in their country's cause? O, if to fight for king and commonweal Were piety in thine, it is in these. Andronicus, stain not thy tomb with blood. Wilt thou draw near the nature of the gods? 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. These are their brethren, whom you Goths be
ng shadows that are gone. Luc. Away with him, and make a fire straight; And with our swords, upon a pile of wood, Let's hew his limbs till they be clean consumed.
[Exeunt Titus' Sons with ALARBUS.
, 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 Tamora was
queen,) To quit the bloody wrongs upon her foes.
Enter the Sons of Andronicus again. Luc. See, lord and father, how we have per
form'd Our Roman rites: Alarbus' limbs are lopp'd, And entrails feed the sacrificing fire, Whose smoke, like incense, doth perfume the
sky. Remaineth nought, but to inter 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.
(Flourish. Sound trumpets, and they lay the
coffin in the tomb. In peace and honour rest you here, my sons ; Rome's readiest champions, repose you here in
rest, Secure from worldly chances and mishaps :
Here lurks no treason, here no envy swells, Here grow no damned grudges; here are no
Enter MARCUS ANDRONICUS, SATURNINUS, BASSIANUS,
and others. Marc. Long live lord Titus, my beloved
brother, Gracious triumpher in the eyes of Rome ! Tit. Thanks, gentle tribune, noble brother
You that survive, and you that sleep in fame :