And set abroach new business for you all! Mar. Titus, thou shalt obtain and ask the empery. Sat. Proud and ambitious Tribune, canft thou tell— Tit. Patience, Prince Saturninus. Sat, Romans, do me right. Patricians, draw your swords, and sheath them not, Andronicus, would thou were fhipp'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 themselves. Baf. Andronicus, I do not flatter thee, But honour thee, and will do till I die: My faction, if thou ftrengthen with thy friends, I will most thankful be; and thanks to men Of noble minds is honourable meed. Tit. People of Rome, and noble Tribunes here, I ask your voices, and your fuffrages Will you bestow them friendly on Andronicus? Tit. Tribunes, I thank you; and this fuit I make, Long live our Emperor! Mar. With voices and applaufe of every fort, Patricians and Plebeians, we create Lord Saturninus Rome's great Emperor; And And fay,Long live our Emperor Saturnine! [A leng flourif, 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 deferts, Sat. Thanks, Noble Titus, father of my life! Tit. Now, Madam, are you prifoner to an Emperor; To him, that for your honour and your ftate Will ufe you nobly, and your followers. Sat. A goodly lady, truft me, of the hue [To Tamora. That I would chufe, were I to chufe anew. Clear up, fair Queen, that cloudy countenance ; Tho' chance of war hath wrought this change of cheer, Thou com'ft not to be made a fcorn in Rome: Princely fhall be thy ufage every way. Reft on my word, and let not discontent Daunt all your hopes: Madam, who comforts you, Sat. Thanks, fweet Lavinia; Romans, let us go. Ranfomlefs Ranfomlefs here we fet our prifoners free; To do myfelf this reafon and this right. [The Emperor courts Tamora in dumb fhew. Mar. Suum cuique is our Roman justice : This prince in juftice feizeth but his own. Luc. And that he will and fhall if Lucius live. Tit. Traitors, avaunt! where is the Emperor's guard? Treafon, my Lord! Lavinia is furpris'd. Sat. Surpris'd! by whom? Baf. By him that juftly may Bear his betroth'd from all the world away. [Exit Baffianus with Lavinia, SCENE IV. Mut. Brothers, help to convey her once away, And with my fword I'll keep this door fecure. Tit. Follow, my Lord, and I'll soon bring her back, Mut. My Lord, you país not here, Tit. What! villain-boy, Barr'ft me my way in Rome? Mut. Help, Lucius, help! [He kills him, Luc. My Lord, you are unjuft, and more than fo ; In wrongful quarrel you have flain your fon. Tit. Nor thou nor he are any fons of mine: My fons would never so dishonour me. Luc. Dead, if you will, but not to be his wife, Sat. No, Titus, no, the Emperor needs her not; Was there none else in Rome to make a ftale of, Tit. O monftrous! what reproachful words are these ! Sat. But go thy ways: go, give that changing piece, To him that flourish'd for her with his fword; A valiant fon-in-law thou shalt enjoy ; One fit to bandy with thy lawless fons, To ruffle in the commonwealth of Rome. Tit. These words are razors to my wounded heart. I will not re-falute the ftreets of Rome, I lead expous'd my bride along with me. Tam. And here in fight of Heav'n to Rome I fwear,' If Saturnine advance the Queen of Goths, She will a handmaid be to his defires, A loving nurse, a mother to his youth. Sat. Afcend, fair Queen, Pantheon; Lords, accom Your noble Emperor, and his lovely bride, [pany There shall we confummate our spoufal rites. [Exeunt. SCENE V. Manet Titus Andronicus. Tit. I am not bid to wait upon this bride. Titus, when wert thou wont to walk alone, Dishonour'd thus, and challenged of wrongs? Enter Marcus Andronicus, Lucius, Quintus, and Marcus. Mar. Oh, Titus, fee, oh, fee, what thou haft done! In a bad quarrel flain a virtuous fon. Tit. No, foolish Tribune, no: no son of mine, Nor thou, nor thefe confederates in the deed, That hath dishonour'd all our family; P 2 Unworthy Unworthy brother, and unworthy fons. Luc. But let us give him burial as becomes ; Give Mutius burial with our brethren. Tit. Traitors, away! he rests not in this tomb. Here none but foldiers, and Rome's fervitors, Sons. And fhall, or him we will accompany. Tit. And fhall? what villain was it fpake that word? Quin. He that would vouch't in any place but here, Tit. What, would you bury him in my despight? Mar. No, Noble Titus; but intreat of thee To pardon Mutius, and to bury him. Tit. Marcus, ev'n thou haft ftruck upon my creft, And with these boys mine honour thou haft wounded. My foes I do repute you every one; So trouble me no more, but get you gone. Luc. He is not himself, let us withdraw. [The brother and the fons kneel. Let not young Mutius then, that was thy joy, Tit. Rife, Marcus, rise The difmall'ft day is this that e'er I faw, Το |