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To wipe out our ingratitude, with loves
Above their * quantity.
2 Sen. So did we woo
Transformed Timon to our city's love
By humble message, and by promis'd 'mends :
We were not all unkind, nor all deserve
The common stroke of war.
1 Sen. These walls of ours
Were not erected by their hands, from whom
You have receiv'd your griefs : nor are they such,
That these great tow'rs, trophies, and schools should fali
For private faults in them.
2 Sen. Nor are they living,
Who were the motives that you first went out :
Shame that they wanted cunning, in excess
Hath broke their hearts. March on, ob, Noble Lord,
Into our city with thy banners spread;
By decimation and a tithed death,
If thy revenges hunger for that food
Which nature lothes, take thou the destin'd tenth + :
i Sen. All have not offended ;
For those that were, it is not square to take
On those that are, revenge: crimes, like to lands,
Are not inherited. Then, dear countryman,
Bring in thy ranks, but leave without thy rage ;
Spare thy Athenian cradle, and those kin
Which in the blufter of thy wrath muft fall
With those that have offended ; like a shepherd,
Approach the fold, and cull th' infected forth;
But kill not altogether.
2 Sen. What thou wilt,
Thou rather shalt inforce it with thy smile,
Than hew to't with thy sword.
I Sen. Set but thy foot
Against our rampir'd gates, and they shall ope :
So thou wilt send thy gentle heart before,
To say thou'lt enter friendly.
2 Sen. Throw thy glove,
• their refers to rages.
take thou the destin'd tenth :
And by the hazard of the spotted dye,
Let die the spotted.
1. Sea, All have, &c.
Or any token of thine honour else,
That thou wilt use the wars as thy redress,
And not as our confufion : all thy powers
Shall make their harbour in our town, till we
Have feal'd thy full desire.
Alc. Then there's my glove ;
Defcend, and open your uncharged ports ;
Thofe enemies of Timon's, and mine own,
Whom you yourselves shall set out for reproof,
Fall, and no more ; and to atone your fears idi With my more noble meaning, not a man
Shall pass his quarter, or offend the stream
Of regular justice in your city's bounds;
But shall be remedied by public laws
At heaviest answer. เป็น
Both. 'Tis most nobly spoken.
Alc. Descend, and keep your words.
Enter a Soldier.
Sol. My noble General, Timon is dead,
And on the grave-ftone this insculpture, which
With wax I brought away; whose soft impression
Interpreteth for my poor ignorance.
[Alcibiades reads the epitaph.]
Here lies. I wretched corse, of wretched soul bereft :
Seek not my name : a plague consume you caitiffs left :
Here lie 1 Timon, who all living men did hate;
Pass by, and curse thy fill, but itay not bere thy gait.
These well express in thee thy latter fpirits:
Tho’thou abhorr’dít in us our human griefs,
Scorn’d our brine's flow, and those our droplets, which
From niggard nature fall : yet rich conceit
Taught thee to make vaft Neptune weep for aye
On thy low grave.
-On : faults forgiven. Dead
Is noble Timon, of whofe memory
Hereafter more Bring me into your city,
And I will use the olive with my
Make war breed peace ; make peace stint war; make
Prescribe to other, as each other's leacbie [each
Let our drums ftrike.
SATURNINUS, fon to the late Em- | Sempronius,
peror of Rome, and afterwards Alarbus, declared Emperor bimfelf. Chiron, fons to Tamora. Baffianus, brotbur to Saturninus, Demetrius, in love with Lavinia.
Aaron, a Moor, beloo'd by TaTitus Andronicus, a Noble Roo
man, General agains the GotBs. Captain, from Titus's camp. Marcus Andronicus, Tribune of Emilius, a meffenger.
the People, and brotber to Titus. Goths, and Romans. Marcus,
Clorun. Quintus, ( fons to Titus Andro- Tamora, Queen of the Gotbs, Lucius, nicus.
and afterwards married to SeMutius,
turninus. Young Lucius, a bog, son to Luo Lavinia, daughter to Titus Ar
dronicus. Publius, fun to Marcws the Tri-Nurse, with a Black-a-moor cbilek
bune, and nepbew to Titus An- Senators, Judges, Officers, Soba dronicus.
diers, and otber Attenda ats.
SCENE, Rome, and the country near it.
ACT I. SCENE I.
Before the capital in Rome. Enter the Tribunes and Senators aloft, as in the senate. Erra
ter Saturninus and his followers, at one door : and Bas; Jianus and bis followers at the other, with drum and colours..
NOBLĒ Patricians, patrons of my right,
Defend the justice of my cause with arms :
And countrymen, my loving followers,
Plead my fucceffive title with
swords. I am the first-born fon of him that last More the imperial diadem of Rome :
Then let my father's honours live in me,
Nor wrong mine age with this indignity.
Baf. Romans, friends, foll'wers, favourers of my right,
If ever Baffianus, Cæsar's son,
Were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome,
Keep then this paffage to the Capitol ;
But suffer not dishonour to approach
Th’imperial feat, to virtue confecrate,
To justice, continence, and nobility :
And let desert in pure ele&tion shine ;
And, Romans, fight for freedom in your chice.
Enter Marcus Andronicus, aloft, with the crown,
Mar. Princes that strive by factions, and by friends,
Ambitiously for rule and empery!
Know, that the people of Rome, for whom we stand
A special party, have by common voice,
In election for the Roman empery,
Chofen Andronicus, furnamed Pius,
For many good and great deserts to Rome.
A nobler man, a braver warrior,
Lives not this day within our city-walls.
He by the senate is accited home,
From weary wars againt the barb'rous Goths ;
That with his sons (a terror to our foes)
Hath yok'd a nation strong, train'd up in arms..
years are spent since first he undertook
This cause of Rome, and chastised with arms
Our enemies' pride. Five times he hath return'd
Bleeding to Rome, bearing his valiant fons
In coffins from the field.-
And now at laft laden with honour's spoils,
Returns the good Andronicus to Rome,
Renowned Titus, flourishing in arms,
Let us entreat, by honour of his name,
Whom (worthily) you would have now fucceed,
And in the Capitol and fenate's right,
Whom you pretend to honour and adore,
That you withdraw you, and abate your trength;
Dismiss your followers, and, as fuitors should,
deserts in peace and humbleness.
Sat. How fair the Tribune speaks to calm my thoughts?
• Baf. Marcus Andronicus, so I do affy
In thy uprightnefs and integrity,
And so I love and honour thee and thine ;
Thy noble brother Titus, and his fons,
And her to whom our thoughts are humbled all,
Gracious Lavinia, Rome's rich ornament ;
That I will here dismiss my loving friends ;
And to my fortunes, and my people's favour,
Commit my cause in balance to be weigh'd.
Sat. Friends, that have been thus forward in my right,
I thank you all, and here dismiss you
And to the love and favour of my country
Commit myself, my perfon, and the cause.
Rome, be as just and gracious unto me,
As I am confident and kind to thee.
Open the gates, and let me in.
Bas. Tribunes, and me, a poor competitor.
[They go up into the senate-house. SCENE II. Enter a Captain. Capt. Romans, make way : the good Andronicus, Patron of virtue, Rome's best champion, Successful in the battles that he fights, With honour and with fortune is return’d, From whence he circumfcribed with his fword, And brought to yoke the enemies of Rome. Sound drums and trumpets, and then enter Mutius and Mar.
cus; after them, two men bearing a coffin cover'd will black; then Quintus and Lucius. After them, Titus Andronicus; and then Tamora, the Queen of Goths, Alarbus, Chiron, and Demetrius, with Aaron the Moor, prifoners ; soldiers, and other attendants. They fet down the coffin, and Titus speaks.
Tit. Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning-weeds! Lo, as the bārk, that hath discharg‘d her freight, Returns with precious lading to the bay, From whence at first she weigh'd her anchorage; Cometh Andronicus with laurel bougho, To re-salute his country with his tears ; Tears of true joy for his return to Rome.