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ACT I. SCENE I. Rome. Before the Capitol. The Tomb of the Andronici appearing; the Tribunes
and Senators aloft, as in the Senate. Enter, bea low, SATURNINUS and his Followers, on one side; and BASSIANUS and his Followers, on the other ; with Drum and Colours.
Sat. Noble patricians, patrons of my right,
my successive title ] i. e. my title to the succession. VOL. VIII.
But let desert in pure election shine;
Enter MARCUS ANDRONIGUS, 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, Chosen Andronicus, surnamed Pius
For many good and great deserts to Rome; - A nobler man, a braver warrior, i
Lives not this day within the city walls ;
In thy uprightness and integrity, :
[Exeunt the Followers of BASSIANUS, Sat. Friends, that have been thus forward in my
. [E.reunt the Followers of SATURNINUS.
with Senators, Marcus, fc.
Enter a Captain and Others. Cap. Romans, make way; The good Andronicus, Patron of virtue, Rome's besť champion, Successful in the battles that he fights, With honour and with fortune is return'd, : From where he circumscribed with his sword, And brought to yoke, the enemies of Rome. .
Flourish of Trumpets, &c. enter Mutius and MarTIUS : after them, two Men bearing a Coffin com
vered with black; then QUINTUS and LUCIƯS.
[The Tomb is opened. There greet in silence, as the dead are wont, And sleep in peace, slain in your country's wars! . O sacred receptacle of my joys,
Thou great defender of this Capitol,] Jupiter, to whom the Capitol was sacred.
; To hover on the dreadful shore of Styx!] Here we have one of the numerous classical notions that are scattered with a pedantick profusion through this piece. MALONE.
Sweet cell of virtue and nobility,
Luc. Give us the proudest prisoner of the Goths,
Tit. I give him you; the noblest that survives, The eldest son of this distressed queen. Tam. Stay, Roman brethren ;-Gracious con
queror, Victorious Titus, rue the tears I shed, A mother's tears in passion for her son: And, if thy sons were ever dear to thee, O, think my son to be as dear to me. Sufficeth not, that we are brought to Rome, To beautify thy triumphs, and return, Captive to thee, and to thy Roman yoke; But must my sons be slaughter'd in the streets, For valiant doings in their country's cause ? O! if to fight for king and common weal Were piety in thine, it is in these. Andronicus, stain not thy tomb with blood : Wilt thou draw near the nature of the gods ? Draw near them then in being merciful : Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge; Thrice-noble Titus, spare my first-born son. ' **
Tit. Patient yourself, madam, and pardon me. These are their brethren, whom you Goths beheld Alive, and dead; and for their brethren slain, Religiously they ask a sacrifice:
4 Nor we disturb'd with prodigies on earth.] It was supposed by the ancients, that the ghosts of unburied people appeared to their friends and relations, to solicit the rites of funeral.
s Patient yourself, &c.] Patient is here a verb.