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Plead my successive title with your swords:
Bas. Romans, friends, followers, favourers of my right,
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;
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
[Exeunt the followers of Bas.
[Ereunt the followers of Sat. 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.
SCENE II.-The Same.
Enter a Captain, and Others. Capt. Romans, make way; the good Andronicus, Patron of virtue, Rome's best 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 MARCUS:
After them, two men bearing a Coffin covered 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 rites that we intend !Romans, of five and twenty valiant sons, Half of the number that King Priam had, Behold the poor remains, alive and dead! These, that survive, let Rome reward with love;
These, that I bring unto their latest home,
[The Tomb is opened.
Luc. Give us the proudest prisoner of the Goths,
Tit. I give him you; the noblest that survives,
Tam. Stay, Roman brethren ;-Gracious conqueror, 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?
Tit. Patient yourself, madam, and pardon me.
Luc. Away with him! and make a fire straight,
[Exeunt Lucius, Quintus, Martius, and Mu
TIUS, with ALAREUS.
Dem. Oppose not Scythia to ambitious Rome.