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In peace and honour rest you here,
my sons ! Lav. In peace and honour live lord Titus long; My noble lord and father, live in fame! Lo! at this tomb my tributary tears I render, for my brethren's obsequies; And at thy feet I kneel with tears of joy Shed on the earth, for thy return to Rome: O, bless me here with thy victorious hand, Whose fortunes Rome's best citizens applaud.
Tit. Kind Rome, that hast thus lovingly resery'd The cordial of mine age to glad my heart !. Lavinia, live; outlive thy father's days, And fame's eternal date, for virtue's praise !
Enter MARCUS ANDRONICUS, SATURNINUS, BAS
SIANUS, and Others. Marc. Long live lord Titus, my beloved brother, Gracious triúmpher in the eyes of Rome!
Tit. Thanks, gentle tribune, noble brother Mar
Marc. And welcome, nephews, from successful
wars, You that survive, and you that sleep in fame. Fair lords, your fortunes are alike in all, That in your country's service drew your swords : But safer triumph is this funeral pomp, That hath aspir'd to Solon's happiness, And triumphs over chance, in honour's bed. Titus Andronicus, the people of Rome, Whose friend in justice thou hast ever been, Send thee by me, their tribune, and their trust, This palliament? of white and spotless hue; And name thee in election for the empire, With these our late-deceased emperor's sons :
6 The maxim alluded to is, that no man can be pronounced happy before his death. 7 A robe.
Be candidatus then, and put it on,
Tit. Å better head her glorious body fits,
pery. Sat. Proud and ambitious tribune, canst thou
tell ? Tit. Patience, prince Saturnine. Sat,
Romans, do me right; Patricians, draw your swords, and sheath them not Till Saturninus be Rome's emperor : Andronicus, 'would thou wert shipp'd to hell, Rather than rob me of the people's hearts.
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 them.
Tit. People of Rome, and people's tribunes here,
s i.e. Do on, put it on,
I ask your voices, and your suffrages;
Trib. To gratify the good Andronicus,
Tit. Tribunes, I thank you: and this suit I make,
will elect by my advice,
Marc. With voices and applause of every sort,
(A long Flourish.
Tit. It doth, my worthy lord ; and, in this match,
-do I consecrate
How proud I am of thee, and of thy gifts,
Sat. A goodly lady, trust me; of the hue
queen, that cloudy countenance; Though chance of war hath wrought this change of
Lav. Not I, my lord; sith' true nobility
Sat. Thanks, sweet Lavinia. Romans, let us go: Ransomeless here we set our prisoners free: Proclaim our honours, lords, with trump and drum. Bas. Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is mine.
[Seizing LAVINIA. Tit. How, sir? Are you in earnest then, my lord?
Bas. Ay, noble Titus ; and resolv'd withal, To do myself this reason and this right.
[The Emperor courts TAMORA in dumb show. Marc. 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 ? Treason, my lord; Lavinia is surpriz'd.
Sat. Surpriz'd! by whom?
By him that justly may Bear his betroth'd from all the world away.
[Exeunt MARCUS and BASSIANUS, with
[Exeunt Lucius, QUINTUS, and MARTIUS.
What, villain boy! Barr'st me my way in Rome? [TITus kills Mutius.
Help, Lucius, help.
Luc. My lord, you are unjust: and, more than so, In wrongful quarrel you have slain your son,
Tit. Nor thou, nor he, are any sons of mine :
Luc. Dead, if you will : but not to be his wife, That is another's lawful promis'd love. [Exit.
Sat. No, Titus, no; the emperor needs her not, Not her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock : I'll trust, by leisure, him that mocks me once; Thee
never, nor thy traitorous haughty sons, Confederates all thus to dishonour me. Was there none else in Rome to make a stale ? of, But Saturnine ? Full well, Andronicus, Agree these deeds with that proud brag of thine, That said'st, I begg’d the empire at thy hands. T'it. 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 ;
2 A stalking horse.