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And in the Capitol and senate's right,
Bas. Marcus Andronicus, so I do affy
48 Here Goths have given me leave to sheathe my sword.
[Exeunt the Followers of BASSIANUS. Sat. Friends, that have been thus forward in my right, 56
I thank you all and here dismiss you all;
Patron of virtue, Rome's best champion, Successful in the battles that he fights, With honour and with fortune is return'd From where he circumscribed with his sword, 68 And brought to yoke, the enemies of Rome. Drums and trumpets sounded, and then enter MARTIUS and MUTIUS; after them two Men bearing a coffin covered with black; then LUCIUS and QUINTUS. After them TITUS ANDRONICUS; and then TAMORA, with ALARBUS, CHIRON, DEMETRIUS, AARON, and other Goths, prisoners; Soldiers and people following. The bearers set down the coffin, and TITUS speaks.
Tit. Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning weeds!
Lo! as the bark, that hath discharg'd her fraught,
For valiant doings in their country's cause?
These are their brethren, whom your Goths
Alive and dead, and for their brethren slain
76 To this your son is mark'd, and die he must,
Our Roman rites. Alarbus' limbs are lopp'd,
Remaineth nought but to inter our brethren,
Secure from worldly chances and mishaps! 152 Here lurks no treason, here no envy swells, Here grow no danned drugs, here are no storms,
No noise, but silence and eternal sleep:
In peace and honour rest you here, my sons! 156
Lav. In peace and honour live Lord Titus long;
Tit. A better head her glorious body fits Than his that shakes for age and feebleness. 188 What should I don this robe, and trouble you? Be chosen with proclamations to-day, To-morrow yield up rule, resign my life, And set abroad new business for you all? Rome, I have been thy soldier forty years, And led my country's strength successfully, And buried one-and-twenty valiant sons, Knighted in field, slain manfully in arms, 196 In right and service of their noble country. Give me a staff of honour for mine age, But not a sceptre to control the world: Upright he held it, lords, that held it last. Mar. Titus, thou shalt obtain and ask the empery.
Sat. Proud and ambitious tribune, canst
Tit. Patience, Prince Saturninus.
160 Till Saturninus be Rome's emperor.
My noble lord and father, live in fame!
Bas. Andronicus, I do not flatter thee, But honour thee, and will do till I die: My faction if thou strengthen with thy friends, I will most thankful be; and thanks to men Of noble minds is honourable meed.
I hold me highly honour'd of your Grace:
Thou com'st not to be made a scorn in Rome:
Lav. Not I, my lord; sith true nobility Warrants these words in princely courtesy. 272 Sat. Thanks, sweet Lavinia. Romans, let us go;
Ransomless here we set our prisoners free: Proclaim our honours, lords, with trump and drum. [Flourish. SATURNINUS Courts TAMORA in dumb show. Bas. Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is mine. [Seizing LAVINIA.
Tit. How, sir! Are you in earnest then, my lord?