Speak, Romans, speak; and, if you say, we shall, Emil. Come, come, thou reverend man of Rome, And bring our emperor gently in thy hand, Lucius our emperor; for, well I know, The common voice do cry, it shall be so. Rom. [Several speak.] Lucius, all hail; Rome's royal emperor!— LUCIUS, &c. descend. Mar. Go, go into old Titus' sorrowful house; [To an Attendant. And hither hale that misbelieving Moor, To be adjudg'd some direful slaughtering death, Rom. [Several speak.] Lucius, all hail, Rome's gracious governor! Luc. Thanks, gentle Romans; may I govern so, [Kisses TITUS. These sorrowful drops upon thy blood-stain❜d face, The last true duties of thy noble son! Mar. Tear for tear, and loving kiss for kiss, Luc. Come hither, boy; come, come, and learn of us To melt in showers: Thy grandsire loved thee well: Meet, and agreeing with thine infancy; Shed yet some small drops from thy tender spring, Enter Attendants with AARON. 1 Rom. You sad Andronici, have done with woes; Give sentence on this execrable wretch, That hath been breeder of these dire events. Luc. Set him breast-deep in earth, and famish him; There let him stand, and rave and cry If any one relieves or pities him, for food: For the offence he dies. This is our doom: Aar. O, why should wrath be mute, and fury dumb? Luc. Some loving friends convey the emperor hence, No funeral rite, nor man in mournful weeds, But throw her forth to beasts and birds of prey: That like events may ne'er it ruinate. [Exeunt. END OF THE NINTH VOLUME. EDINBURGH: Printed by James Ballantyne & Co. |