And triumphs over chance in honour's bed. Titus Andronicus, the people of Rome, Whose friend in justice thou hast ever been, Send thee by me, their tribune and their trust, This palliament of white and spotless hue, And name thee in election for the empire, With these our late deceasèd emperor's sons: Be candidatus then, and put on, And help to set a head on headless Rome. Sat. Proud and ambitious tribune, canst thou tell? Tit. Patience, prince Saturninus. Sat. Romans, do me right. Patricians, draw your swords, and sheathe them not Till Saturninus be Rome's emperor : Andronicus, would thou wert shipp'd to hell, Luc. Proud Saturnine, interrupter of the good That noble-minded Titus means to thee! Tit. Content thee, prince, I will restore to thee The people's hearts, and wean them from them selves. Bass. Andronicus, I do not flatter thee, But honour thee, and will do till I die : Tit. People of Rome, and people's tribunes I ask your voices and your suffrages; Tit. Tribunes, I thank you: and this suit I make, That you create your emperor's eldest son, [A long flourish, till they come down. Sat. Titus Andronicus, for thy favours done To us in our election this day, I give thee thanks in part of thy deserts, Rome's royal mistress, mistress of my heart, And in the sacred Pantheon her espouse: Tell me, Andronicus, doth this motion please thee? Tit. It doth, my worthy lord; and in this match I hold me highly honour'd of your grace. Tit. [to TAMORA.] Now, madam, are you To him that, for your honour and your state, Sat. [aside.] A goodly lady, trust me, of the hue That I would choose, were I to choose anew:Clear up, fair queen, that cloudy countenance: Though chance of war hath wrought this change of cheer, Thou com'st not to be made a scorn in Rome: Rest on my word, and let not discontent Lav Not I, my lord, sith true nobility Sat. Thanks, sweet Lavinia. Romans, let us go: Ransomless here we set our prisoners free. Proclaim our honours, lords, with trump and drum. [Flourish. SAT. courts TAM. in dumb show. Bass. Lord Titus, by your leave this maid is [Seizing LAVINIA. Tit. How, sir? are you in earnest then, my mine. lord? Bass. Ay, noble Titus, and resolved withal To do myself this reason and this right. Marc. Suum cuique is our Roman justice: This prince in justice seizeth but his own. Luc. And that he will and shall, if Lucius live. Tit. Traitors, avaunt! where is the emperor's guard? Treason, my lord! Lavinia is surprised. Bass. By him that justly may Bear his betroth'd from all the world away. [Exeunt MARC. and BASS., with LAV. Mut. Brothers, help to convey her hence away, And with my sword I'll keep this door safe. [Exeunt LUCIUS, QUINTUS, and MARTIUS. Tit. Follow, my lord, and I'll soon bring her back. Mut. My lord, you pass not here. Tit. What! villain boy, barr'st me my way in Rome? Mut. Help, Lucius, help! Re-enter LUCIUS. [TITUS kills him. Luc. My lord, you are unjust, and more than so; In wrongful quarrel you have slain your son. Tit. Nor thou, nor he, are any sons of mine: My sons would never so dishonour me. Traitor, restore Lavinia to the emperor. Luc. Dead, if you will, but not to be his wife, That is another's lawful promised love. [Exit. Enter aloft the EMPEROR, with TAMORA and her two Sons, and AARON the Moor. Sat. No, Titus, no; the emperor needs her not, Nor her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock: Was there none else in Rome to make a stale That said'st, I begg'd the empire at thy hands. Tit. O monstrous! what reproachful words are these? Sat. But go thy ways; go, give that changing piece To him that flourish'd for her with his sword: A valiant son-in-law thou shalt enjoy ; One fit to bandy with thy lawless sons, To ruffle in the commonwealth of Rome. Tit. These words are razors to my wounded heart. Sat. And therefore, lovely Tamora, queen of Goths, That, like the stately Phoebe 'mongst her nymphs, Dost overshine the gallant'st dames of Rome, If thou be pleased with this my sudden choice, |