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and honour rest you here, my sons !
and honour live lord Titus long;
Tit. Kind Rome, that hast thus lovingly resery'd .
Enter MARCUS ANDRONICUS, SATURNINUS, BAS
SIANUS, and Others.
Tit. Thanks, gentle tribune, noble brother Mar
Marc. And welcome, nephews, from successful
6 The maxim alluded to is, that no man can be pronounced happy before his death. 7 A robe.
Be candidatus then, and put
Tit. Å better head her glorious body fits,
tell ? -
Romans, do me right ;-
Luc. Proud Saturnine, interrupter of the good
Tit. Content thee, prince; I will restore to thee
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,
you 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,
[To TAMORA. To him, that for your honour and your state, Will use you nobly, and your followers.
Sat. A goodly lady, trust me; of the hue That I would choose, were I to choose anew. Clear
fair queen, that cloudy countenance; Though chance of war hath wrought this change of
cheer, Thou com'st not to be made a scorn in Rome : Princely shall be thy usage every way, Rest on my word, and let not discontent Daunt all your hopes; Madam, he comforts you, Can make you greater than the queen of Goths, Lavinia, you are not displeas'd with this?
Lav. Not I, my lord; sith' true nobility Warrants these words in princely courtesy.
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.
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.