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vered with black; then Quintus and Lucius. Af ter 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 Ti. tus 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 Styx13 Make way to lay them by their brethren. In

[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.

s To hover on the dreadful shore of Styr?] 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,
How many sons of mine hast thou in store,
That thou wilt never render to me more?

Luc. Give us the proudest prisoner of the Goths,
That we may hew his limbs, and, on a pile,
Ad manes fratrum sacrifice his flesh,
Before this earthly prison of their bones;
That so the shadows be not unappeas'd,
Nor we disturbid with prodigies on earth.

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.

Patient yourself, &c.] Patient is here a verb.

To this your son is mark'd; and die he must,
To appease their groaning shadows that are gone.

Luc. Away with him! and make a fire straight;
And with our swords, upon a pile of wood,
Let's hew his limbs, till they be clean consum'd.

[Exeunt LuciuS, QUINTUS, MARTIUS, and

Mutius, with ALARBUS.
Tam. O cruel, irreligious piety!.
Chi. Was ever Scythia half so barbarous ?

Dem., Oppose not Scythia to ambitious Rome.
Alarbus goes to rest; and we survive
To tremble under Titus' threatening look.
Then, madam, stand resolv'd; but hope withal,
The self-same gods, that arm'd the queen of Troy
With opportunity of sharp revenge ,
Upon the Thracian tyrant in his tent,
May favour Tamora, the queen of Goths,
(When Goths were Goths, and Tamora was queen,)
To quit the bloody wrongs upon her foes.

Re-enter Lucius, QUINTUS, MARTIUS, and Mutius,

· with their Swords bloody. Luc. See, lord and father, how we have perform'd Our Roman rites: Alarbus' limbs are lopp'd, And entrails feed the sacrificing fire, Whose smoke, like incense, doth perfume the sky, Remaineth nought, but to inter our brethren, And with loud ’larums welcome them to Rome.

Tit. Let it be so, and let Andronicus Make this his latest farewell to their souls. [Trumpets sounded, and the Coffin laid in the

Tomb...
In peace and honour rest you here, my sons;
Rome's readiest champions, repose you here,
Secure from worldly chances and mishaps !
Here lurks no treason, here no envy swells,

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Here grow no damned grudges; here, are no storms, No noise, but silence and eternal sleep:

Enter LAVINIA.
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. -Mar. Long live lord Titus, my beloved brother, Gracious triumpher in the eyes of Roine !

Tit. Thanks, gentle tribune, noble brother Marcus. Mar. And welcome, nephews, from successfulwars, 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,

6 And fame's eternal date, for virtue's praise!) To outlive an eternal date is, though not philosophical, yet poetical sense. He wishes that her life may be longer than his, and her praise longer than fame. JOHNSON.

7 That hath aspir'd to Solon's happiness,] The maxim of Solon here alluded to is, that no man can be pronounced to be happy before his death.

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:
Be candidatus then, and put it on,
And help to set a head on headless Rome.

Tit. A better head her glorious body fits,
Than his, that shakes for age and feebleness :
What! should I don this robe, and trouble you?
Be chosen with proclamations to-day; "
To-morrow, yield up rule, resign my life,
And set abroad new business for you all?
Rome, I have been thy soldier forty years,
And buried one and twenty valiant sons,
Knighted in field, slain manfully in arms,
In right and service of their noble country:
Give me a staff of honour for mine age,
But not a scepter to control the world:
Upright he held it, lords, that held it last.
Mar. Titus, thou shalt obtain and ask the em-

. pery....
Şat, 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! :

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