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Ranfomless here we set our prisoners free;
[Seizing Lavinia. Tit. How, Sir ? are you in earnest then, my Lord?
Baf. Ay, Noble Titus; and resolv'd withal To do myself this reason and this right.
[The Emperor courts Tamora in dumb few. Mar. 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? Treafon, my Lord! Lavinia is surpris’d.
Sat. Surpris'd! by whom?
Baf. By him that juftly may
[Exit Baffianus with Lavinia.
SCENE IV. Mut. Brothers, help to convey
her once away, And with my sword I'll keep this door secure.
Tit. Follow, my Lord, and I'll soon bring her back, Mut. My Lord, you pass not here,
Tit. What! villain-boy, Barr'ft me my way in Rome ?
[He kills bin, Mut. Help, Lucius, help!
Luc. My Lord, you are unjust, and more than so; In wrongful quarrel you have faiņ your fon.
Tit. Nor thou nor he are any fons of mine:
Luc. Dead, if you will, but not to be his wife,
Sat. No, Titus, no, the Emperor needs her not ;
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 fons, 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 Phæbe 'mong her nymphs, Doft overshine the gallant'st dames of Rome; If thou be pleas'd with this my
sudden choice, Behold I chose thee, Tamora, for my bride, And will create thee Emperess of Rome. Speak, Queen of Goths, dost thou applaud my choice? And here I swear by all the Roman gods, (Sith priest and holy water are so near, And tapers burn fo bright, and every thing In readiness for Hymeneus ftands), I will not re-falute the streets of Rome, Or climb my palace, till from forth this place I lead eípous'd my bride along with me.
Tam. And here in fight of Heav'n to Rome I swear, If Saturnine advance the Queen of Goths, She will a handmaid be to his defires, A loving nurse, a mother to his youth.
Sat. Ascend, fair Queen, Pantheon ; Lords, accomYour noble Emperor, and his lovely bride, [pany Sent by the heavens for Prince Saturnine ; Whose wisdom bath her fortune conquered : There shall we consummate our spoufal rites. [Exeunt.
SCENE V. Manet Titus Andronicus. Tit. I am not bid to wait
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 hast done! In a bad quarrel Nain a virtuous son.
Tit. No, foolish Tribune, no : no son of mine, Nor thou, nor these confederates in the deed, That hath dishonour'd all our family ;
Unworthy brother, and unworthy fons.
Luc. But let us give him burial as becomes ;
Tit. Traitors, away! he reits not in this tomb.
Mar. My Lord, this is impiety in you ;
Sons. And shall, or him we will accompany.
Mar. No, Noble Titus ; but intreat of thee
Tit. Marcus, ev’n thou hast ftruck upon my creft,
Luc. He is not himself, let us withdraw.
[The brother and the fons kneel. Mar. Brother, for in that name doth nature plead. Quin. Father, and in that name doth nature speak. Tit. Speak thou no more, if all the rest will speed. Mar. Renowned Titus, more than half my
soul, Luc. Dear father, soul and substance of us all,
Mar. Suffer thy brother Marcus to inter
Tit. Rise, Marcus, rise-
To be dishonour'd by my sons in Rome :
[They put him in the tomb. Luc. There lie thy bones, sweet Mutius, with thy Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomb ! [friends,
[ They all kneel, and fuy, No man shed tears for Noble Mutius ; He lives in fame that died in Virtue's cause.
Mar, My Lord, to step out of these dreary dumps,
Tit. I know not, Marcus ; but I know it is :
Demetrius, with Aaron the Moor, at one door ; at the other door, Basianus and Lavinic, with others.
Sat. So, Baffianus, you have play'd your prize ; God give you joy, Sir, of your gallant bride.
you of your's, my Lord; I say no more, Nor wish no less, and so I take my leave. Sat. Traitor, if Rome have law, or we have
power, Thou and thy faction shall repent this rape.
Baf. Rape call you it, my Lord, to seize my own,
Sat. 'Tis good, Sir : you are very short with us,
Baf. My Lord, what I have done, as best I may,
In zeal to you, and highly mov’d to wrath
Tit. Prince Baslianus, leave to plead my deeds.
Tam. My worthy Lord, if ever Tamora
Sat. What, Madam! be dishonour'd openly,
Tam. Not so, my Lord; the gods of Rome forefend I should be author to dishonour you! But, on mine honour, dare I undertake For good Lord Titus' innocence in all ; Whose fury, not diffembled, speaks his griefs Then, at my suit, look graciously on him, Lose pot fo noble a friend on vain suppofe, Nor with sour looks amict his gentle heart. My Lord, be rul’d by me, be won at last, Dissemble all your griefs and discontents : You are but newly planted in your throne : Lelt then the people, and patricians too, Upon a just survey, take Titus' part; And to supplant us for ingratitude, Which Rome reputes to be a heinous fin ; Yield at intreats : and then let me alone ; I'll find a day to massacre them all, And raze their faction, and their family, The cruel father, and his traiterous fons, To whom I sued for my dear fon's life ; And make them know, what 'tis to let a Queen. Kneel in the streets, and beg for grace in vainCome, come, sweet Emperor,-come, AndronicusTake
up this good old man, and chear the heart That dies in tempelt of thy angry frown.
Sat. Rise, Titus, rise ; my Empress hath prevaild.