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SCENE I. Rome. Before the Capitol.
The Tomb of the Andronici appearing; the Tribunes
and Senators aloft, as in the Senate. Enter, below, 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. IX.
But let desert in pure election shine;
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, Chosen Andronicus, surnamed Pius For many good and great deserts to Rome; A nobler man, a braver warrior, Lives not this day within the city walls: He by the senate is accited home, From weary wars against the barbarous Goths; That, with his sons, a terror to our foes, Hath yok'd a nation strong, train'd up in arms. Ten 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 sons In coffins from the field; And now at last, 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 succeed, And in the Capitol and senate's right, Whom you pretend to honour and adore,– That you withdraw you, and abate your strength; Dismiss your followers, and, as suitors should, Plead your deserts in peace and humbleness. Sat. How fair the tribune speaks to calm my
thoughts! Bas. Marcus Andronicus, so I do affy
In thy uprightness and integrity,
[Exeunt the Followers of BASSIANUS. Sat. Friends, that have been thus forward in my
[Exeunt the Followers of SATURNINUS. 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. [Sat. and Bas. go into the Capitol, and exeunt
with Senators, MARCUS, &c.
Enter a Captain, and Others. Cap. Romans, make way; The good Andronicus, Patron of virtue, Rome's best chainpion, 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 co
vered with black; then Quintus and Lucius. After them, Titus ANDRONICUS; and then TAMORA, with ALARBUS, CHIRON, DEMETRIUS, AARON, and other Goths, prisoners; Soldiers and People, following. The Bearers set down the Coffin, and TiTUS speaks. Tit. Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning
weeds! Lo, as the bark, that hath discharg'd her fraught, Returns with precious lading to the bay, From whence at first she weigh'd her anchorage, Cometh Andronicus, bound with laurel boughs, To re-salute his country with his tears; Tears of true joy for his return to Rome. Thou great defender of this Capitol, Stand gracious to the rights that we intend !Romans, of five and twenty valiant sons, Half of the number that king Priam had, Behold the poor reinains, alive, and dead! These, that survive, let Rome reward with love; These, that I bring unto their latest home, With burial amongst their ancestors: Here Goths have given me leave to sheath my sword. Titus, unkind, and careless of thine own, Why suffer'st thou thy sons, unburied yet, To hover on the dreadful shore of Styx! 3 Make way to lay them by their brethren.
[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.
3 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,
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:
* Nor we disturb'd with prodigics 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.
> Patient yourself,. &c.) Patient is here a verb. i.is .is