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SATURNINUS, Son to the late Emperor of Rome, SEMPRONIUS. and afterw.urds declared Emperor himself.

BASSIANUS, Bicther to Saturninus, in love with CHIROV,

Sons to Tamora.

Titus ANDRONICUs, a noble Roman, General Aaron, a Moor, belov’d by Tamora.
aquinfiebe Giths.

Captain, from Titus's Camp. MARCUS ANDRONICUS, Tribune of ihe People, and Milius, a Mellerger. Brother to Titus.

Gorbs, and Romans. MARCUS,


Sons to Tuisus Andronicus. LUCIUS,

TAMORA, Queen of the Gorbs, and afterwards Mutius, j

married to Saturninus. Young Lucius, a Boy, Son 10 Lucius.

LAVINIA, Daughter to Titus Andronicus, PUBLIUS, Son to Marous ibe Tribune, and Niphew Nurse, with a Black-a-moer Child. to Titus Andronicus.

Senators, Judges, Officers, Soldiers, and otber Attendants.

SCENE, Rome; and the Country near is.

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If ever Baffianus, Cæsar's son,

Were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome,
Before the Capitol in Rome.
Enter the Tribunes and Senators aloft, as in the Se- And suffer not dishonour to approach

Keep then this patlage to the Capitol ; Then enter Saturninus and bis followers, The imperial seat, to virtue confecrate, at one door; and Bassianus and his followers at To juitice, continence, and nobility i the otber; with drun and colours.

But let defert in pure ele tion thine ;

OBLE patricians, patrons of my right, And, Romans, fight for freedom in your choice.
Defend the justice of my caule with Enter Marcus Andronicus alfi, with the Crown.
arms ;

Mır. Princes, that strive by factions, and by And, countrymen, my loving followers,

friends, Plead my fucceffive title with your fwords : Ambitio Ily for rule and empery! I am his firl-horn fon, that was the last

Know, that the people of Rome, for whom we That ware the imperial diadem of Rome;

stand, Then let my father's honours live in me, A special purty, have, by common voice, Nor wrong mine age with this indignity.

In election for the Roman empty, Baj. Romans,--friends, followers, favourers of Chosen Andronicus, furnamel Pius my right,

For many good and great deserts to Rome;

1 Mr. Theobald says, This is one of those plays which he always thought, with the better iudges, ought not to be acknowledged in the list of Shakspeare's genuine pieces. Dr. Johnson ablerves, That all the editors and critics agree with Mr. Theobald in fuppuling this play spungus, ard that he sees " no reason for differing from them; for the colour of the itile is wholly different froin that of the other plays, and there is an atter pt at regular versification, and artificial clofes, not always inelegant, yei leidom plealing. The barbarity of the spectacles, and the general mailacre, which are here exhibited, can scarcely be conceived tolerable to any andience; yet we are cold by Jonfon, that they were not only borne, but prailcd.” Mr. Farmer and Mr. S.cevens are also of iné lame opinion with Dr. Johnson.

A nobler

That you

A nobler man, a braver warrior,

Lo, as the bark, thae hath dischat g'd her fragtit, Lives nor this day within the city walls : Returns with precious lading to the bay, He by the senate is accited home,

From whence at first the weigh'd her anchorage, From weary wars against the barbarous Goths ; Cometh Andronicus, bound with laurel bouglas, That, with his fons, a terror to our foes, To re-falute his country with his tears ; Hath yok'd a nation strong, train's up in arms. Tears of crue joy for his return to Rome.-Ten years are spents fince first he undertouk Thou great defender of this Capitol '; This cause of Rome, and chastised with arms Stand gracious to the rites that we intend ! Our enemies' pride : Five times he hath return'd Romans, of five and twenty valiant fons, Bleeding to Rome, hearing his valiant fons Half of the number that king Priam had, In coffins from the field ;

Behold the poor remains; alive, and dead ! And now at last, laden with honour's spoils, There, that survive, let Rome reward with love ; Returns the good Andronicus to Rome,

There, that I bring unto their latest home, Renowned Titus, flourishing in arms.

With burial among their ancestors : (sword. Let us intreat,-By honour of his name,

Here Goths have given me leave to sheach my Whom, worthily, you would have now succeed, Titus, unkind, and careless of thine own, And in the Capitol and senate's right,

Why suffer'ít thou thy fons, unbury'd yet, Whom you pretend to honour and adore, To hover on the dreadful Thore of Styx

withdraw you, and abate your strength ; Make way to lay them by their brethren. Dismiss your followers, and, as suitors should,

[Tbey open the terab. Plead your deserts in peace and humbleness. There greet in silence, as the dead were wont, Sat. How fair the tribune speaks to calm my And Neep in peace, Nain in your country's wars ! thoughts !

O sacred receptacle of my joys, Baf. Marcus Andronicus, so I do affy Sweet cell of virtue and nobility, In thy uprightness and integrity,

How many sons of mine halt thou in store, And so I love and honour thee, and thine, That thou wilt never render to me more? Thy noble brother Titus, and his sons,

Luc. Give us the proudest prisoner of the Goths, And her, to whom our thoughts are humbled all, That we may hew his limbs, and, on a pile, Gracious Lavinia, Rome's rich ornament, Ad manes fratrum sacrifice his flesh, Tliat I will here dismiss my loving friends ; Before this earthly prison of their bones ; And to my fortunes, and the people's favour, That so the sadows be not unapreas'd, Commit my cause in ballance to be weigh'd. Nor we difturb with prodigies on earth 2.

[Exeunt Soldiers. Tit. I give him you; the noblelt that survives, Sas. Friends, that have been thus forward in The eldest son of this diftrefled queen. [queror, my right,

Tam. Stay, Roman brethren,-Gracious conI thank you all, and here dismiss you all ; Victorious Titus, nie the tears I Thed, And to the love and favour of my country A mother's tears in pallion for her sou : Commit myself, my perfon, and the cause ; And, if thy fons were ever dear to thee, Rome, be as just and gracious unto me,

O, think my fon to be as dear to me. As I am confident and kind to thee.

Sufficeth not, that we are brought to Rome, Open the gates, and let me in.

To beautify tlry triumphs, and return, Bas. Tribunes ! and me, a poor competitor. Captive to thee, and to thy Romm yoke? [They go up into the Senate-house. But mult my fons be Naughter'd in the streets,

For valiant doings in their country's cause?

O! if to fight for king and common weal
Enter a Caplain.

Were piety in thine, it is in these;

Andronicus, stain not thy tomb with blood; Capt. Romans, make way; The good Andro- Wilt thou draw near the nature of the gods? Patron of virtue, Rome's best champion, [nicus, Draw near them then in being merciful : Successful in the battles that he fights,

Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge; With honour and with fortune is return'd, Thrice-noble Titus, spare my fuft-born son. From where he circumscribed with his fword, Tit. Patient 3 yourself, madam, and pardon me, And brought to yoke, the enemies of Rome.

These are their brethren, whom you Goths behold Sound drums and rrumpers, and then enter Mutius Alive, and dead; and for their brethren fain,

and Marcus; after shem, iwo nien bearing a Religiously they ask a sacrifice : cofir.covered with black; eben Quintus and Lucius. To this your fon is niark'd : and die he mult, After them, Titus Andronicus; and then Tamora, To appease their groaning shadows that are gone. the queen of the Goths, Alarbus, Chiron, and De Luc. Away with him! and make a fire straight; metrius, with Aaron the Moor, prisoners ; Soldiers, And with our swords, upon a pile of wood, and other attendants. They fer down the coffin, Let's hew his limbs, 'till they be clean confund. and Titus speaks.

[Exeunt Murius, Marcui, Quintuig Tit. Hail! Rome, victorious in thy mourning weeds!

and Lucius, wiib Atas bus.

I Jupiter, to whom the Capitol was sacred. 2 It was supposed by the ancients, that the ghofis of unburied people appeared to theu friends and relations, tu folicitatie rites of funeral. 3 This verb is used by other dramatic writers.

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Tam. O cruel,'irreligiotis piety!

Tit. A better head her glorious body fits,
Chi. Was ever Scythia half so barbarous ? Than his, that shakes for age and feebleness :
- Dem. Oppose not Scythia to ambitious Rome. What! should I don this robe, and trouble you ?
Alarbus goes to reft; and we survive

Be chose with proclamations to-day ;
To tremble under Titus' threatening look. To-morrow yield up rule, resign my life,
Then, madam, stand resolv'd; but hope withal,

And set abroad new business for you all :
The self-fame gods, that arm'd the queen of Troy Rome, I have been thy soldier forty years,
With opportunity of sharp revenge

And led my country's strength successfully ;
Upon the Thracian tyrant in his tent,

And buried one and twenty valiant sons,
May favour Tamora, the queen of Goths, Knighted in field, Nain manfully in arms,
(When Goths were Goths, and Tamora was queen) In right and service of their noble country :
To quit the bloody wrongs upon her foes. Give me a staff of honour for mine age,

Enter Mutius, Marcus, Quintus, and Lucius. But not a sceptre to controll the world :
'Luc. See, lord and father, how we have per- Upright he held it, lords, that held it last.

Mar. Titus, thou thalt obtain and ask the em.
Our Roman rites: Alarbus' limbs are lopp'd,


(telAnd entrails feed the facrificing fire,

Sar. Proud and ambitious tribune, canst chou
Whose smoke, like incense, doth perfume the sky. Tit. Patience, prince Saturninus.--
Remaineth nought, but to inter our brethren, Sat. Romans, do me right;
And with loud Jarums welcome them to Rome. Patricians, Jraw your swords, and sheath them not
Tit. Let it be so ; and let Andronicus

Till Saturninus be Rome's emperor :-
Make this his latest farewel to their souls. Andronicus, 'would thou were ship'd to hell,

[Then found trumpets, and lay ebe cofins in the tomb. Rather than rob me of the people's hearts.
In peace and honour rest you here, my sons ;

Luc. Proud Saturninus ! interrupter of the good
Rome's readiest champions, repose you here,

That noble-minded Titus means to thee !
Secure from worldly chances and mishaps !

Tit. Content thee, prince ; I will restore to thee
Here lurks no treason, here no envy (wells, The people's hearts, and wear them from them-
Here grow no damned grudges ; here no storm, Baj. Andronicus, I do not flatter thee, (selves.
No noise, but filence and eternal fleep :

But honour thee, and will do ’till I die;
Enter Lavinia.

My faction if thou 1trengthen with thy friends,
In peace and honour rest you here, my fons ! I will most thankful be: and thanks, to men

Lav. In peace and honour live lord Titus long; Of noble minds, is honouraile mee..
My noble lord and father, live in fame!

Tit. People of Rome, and people's tribunes here,
Lo! at this tomb my tributary tears

I ask your voices, and your suffrages;
I render, for my brethren's obsequies ;

Will you bestow them friendly on Andronicus ?
And at thy feet I kneel, with tears of joy

Mar. To gratify the good Andronicus,
Shed on the earth, for thy return to Rome : And gratulate his safe return to Rome,
0, bless me here with thy victorious hand, The people will accept whom he admits. [make,
Whofe fortune Rome's best citizens applaud. Tit. Tribunes, I thank you : and this fuit I

Tit. Kind Rome, that haft thus lovingly reservd That you create your emperor's eldest ion,
The cordial of mine age, to glad my heart ! Lord Saturnine ; whose virtues will, I hope,
Lavinia, live ; out-live thy father's days, Reflect on Rome, as Titan's rays oa earth,
And fame's eternal date, for virtue's praise ! And ripen justice in this common-weal :

Mar. Long live lord Titus, my beloved brother, Then if you will elect by my advice,
Gracious triumpher in the eyes of Rome! Crown him, and say,--Lg live our emperor!
Tit. Thanks, gentle tribune, noble brother Mar. With voices and applause of every fort,

(wars, Patricians, and plebeians, we create
Mar. And welcome, nephews, from successful Lord Saturninus, Rome's great emperor ;
You that survive, and you that sleep in fame. And say,-Long live our emperor Saturnine !
Fait lords, your fortunes are alike in all,

[A long flourish till they come dorsa That in your country's service drew your swords : Sat. Titus Andronicus, for thy favours dune But iafer triumph is this funeral pomp,

To us in our election this day,
That hath aspir'd to Solon's happiness,

I give thee thanks in part of thy deserts,
And triumphs over chance, in honour's bed. - And will with deeds requite thy gentleness;
Titus Andronicus, the people of Rome,

And, for an onset, Titus, to advance
Whose friend in justice thou hast ever been,

Thy name, and honourable family,
Send thee by me, their tribune, and their trust, Lavinia will I make my emperels,
This palliament of white and spotless hue ; Rome's roynl mistress, mistrefs of my heart,
And name thee in election for the empire,

And in the sacred Pantheon her eipoule :
With these our late-deceased emperor's bons :

Tell me, Andronicus, doth this motion please thee?
Be candidatus then, and put it on,

Tit. It doth, my worthy lord; and, in this match, Aud help to set a head on headless Rome. I hold me higlily honour'd of your grace :

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And here, in light of Rome, to Saturnine, My sons would never lo dishonour me :
King and commander of our common-weal, Traitor, rettore Lavinia to the emperor.
The wide world's emperor,.--do I confecrate Lui. Dead, if you will ; but not to be his
My sword, my chariot and my prisoners ;

Presents well worthy Rome's imperial lord : That is another's lawful promis'd love.
Receive them then, the tribute that I owe,

Sat. No, Titus, 10 ; the emperor needs her act, Mine honour's ensigns humbled at thy feet. Nor her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock :

Sat. Thanks, noble Tirus, father of my life! I'll trufi, by leisure, him that mocks me once ; How proud I am of thee, and of thy gifts, Thee never, nor thy traiterous haughty Coas, Rome thall record; and, when I do forget Confederates all thus to dishonour me. The least of these unspeakable deserts,

Was there none else in Rome to make a stale os, Romans, forget your fealty to me.

But Saturnine? Full well, Andronicus, Tit. Now, madam, are you prisoner to an em- Agree these deeds with that proud brag of thise, peror;

[To Tamora. That said it, I begg'd the empire at thy hands To him, that for your honour and your itate, Tit. O monstrous ! what reproachful words are Will use you nobly, and your followers.

there? Sut. A goodly lady, trust ine; of the hue Sat. But go thy ways; go, give that changing That I would choose, were I to choose anew.

piece Clear up, fair queen, that cloudy countenance : To him that flourish'd for her with his sword: Though chance of war hath wrought this change A valiant son-in-law thou shalt enjoy ; of chcer,

One tir to bandy with thy lawless fons, Thou com'ft not to be made a scorn in Rome: To ruffle 2 in the commonwealth of Rome. Princely shall be thy 'usage every way.

Tit. These words are razors to my wounded Rest on my word, and let not discontent


(Goths,Daunt all your hopes : Madam, he comforts you, Sat. And therefore, lovely Tamora, queen of Can make you greater than the queen of Goliis.- That like the fately Phabe 'mong her, Lavinia, you are not displeas'd with this ? Doit over-thine the gallant'st dames of Rome,

Lav. Not I, my lord ; fith 'true nobility If thou be pleasd with this my sudden choice, Warrants there words in princely courtesy. Behold, I choose thee, Tamorz, for my bride, Sat. Thanks, sweet Lavinia.—Romans, let And will create thee empreís of Rome. lis go :

Speak, queen of Goths, dost thou applaud my Ransomless here we set our prisoners free :

choice? Proclaim our honours, lords, with trump and drum. And here I swear by all the Roman Gods, Baj. Lord Titus, hy your leave, this maid is Sith priest and holy water are so near, mine.

[Seizing Larvinia. And tapers burn so bright, and every thing Tit. How, fir ? Are you in earnest then, my In readiness for Hymeneus stands, lord ?

I will not re-salute the streets of Rome, Baj. Ay, noble Titus ; and resolv'd withal, Or climb my palace, 'till from forth this place To do inylelf this reason and this right.

I lead espous'd my bride along with me. [The Emperor courts Tamora in dumb fiew. Tam. And here, in sight of heaven to Rome Mar. Suum cuique is our Roman justice :

I swear,
This prince in justice feizeth but his own. If Saturnine advance the queen of Goths,

Luc. And that he will, and thall, if Lucius live. She will a handinaid he to his desires,
Tit. Traitors, araunt! Where is the emperor's A loving nurse, a mother to his youth.
guard ?

Sat. Ascend, fair queen, Pantheon : Lords, Treason, my lord ; Lavinia is surpriz'd.

accompany Sat. Surpriz'd! By whom?

Your noble emperor, and his lovely bride, Baf. By him that justly may

Sent by the heavens for prince Saturnine, Bear his betroth'd from all the world away. Whose wisdom hath her fortune conquered :

[Exit Balliarus svieb Lacinia. There shall we consummate our spousal rites. Mut. Brothers, help to convey her hence away,

[Expan. And with my sword I'll keep this door iafe.

Manet Titus Andronicus. Tit. Follow, my lord, and I'll foon bring her Tit. I am not bid to wait upon this bride;back.

Titus, when wert thou wont to walk alone, Mun. My lord, you pass not here.

Dishonour'd thus, and challenged of wrongs ! Tii. What! villain boy,

Enter Marcus sindronicus, Lucius, Quirtás, and Birrit me my way in Ronie? [Titus kiils Marius.

Marcus. M. Help, Lucius, help!

Mar, 0, Titus, see, O see, what thou hart Lir. My lord, you are unjust, and more than fo;

In wrongtul quarrel you have lain your 10n. In a bad quarrel Nain a virtuous son.

Tia diorthou, nor he, are any sons of mine; Tit. No, foolish tribune, no; no son of mine,-
I Spoken of Lavinia. Piece was then, as it is now, used personally as a word of contemps,

r was a kind of cheating bully; and is so called in a 'ftacute made for the punilhment of vagabonds in the 27th year of Killcary Vill. Hence, probably, this sense of the verb, to raffle.


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Nor thou, nor these, confederates in the deed Flourish. Re-enter the Emperor, Tamora, Chiron That hath dishonour'd all our family;

and Demetrius, with Aaron tbe Voor, at Unworthy brother, and unworthy fons !

door : At the other door, Baffianus, and Lavinia, Luc. But let us give him burial, as becomes ; witb orbers. Give Mutius burial with our brethren.

Sat. So, Baffianus, you have play'd your prize: Tit. Traitors, away! he rests not in this tomb. God give you joy, fir, of your gallant bride. This monument five hundrell years hath stood, Bas. And you of yours, my lord : -I say no more, Which I have sumptuously re-edified ;

Nor with no less; and so I take my leave. Here none bat foldiers, and Rome's servitors, Sat. Traitor, if Rome have law, or we have Repose in fame; none bafely Nain in brawls :

power, Bury him where you can, he comes not here. Thou and thy faction shall repent this rape. Mar. My lord, this is impiety in you:

Baf. Rape, call you it, my lord, to seize my own, My nephew Mutius' deeds do plead for him : My true betrothed love, and now my wife? He must be buried with his brethren.

But let the laws of Rome determine all;

[Titusfons speak. Mean while I am poffett of that is mine. Sons. And shall, or him we will accompany.

Sar, 'Tis good, fir : You are very short with us; Tit. And shall? What villain was it spoke that But, if we live, we'll be as sharp with you. word?

(Titus' son speaks. Baf. My lord, what I have done, as best I may, Quin. He that would vouch 't in any place but Answer I must, and shall do with my life. here.

Only thus much I give your grace to know, Tit. What, would you bury him in my despight ? By all the duties which I owe to Rome,

Mar. No, noble Titus ; but increat of thee This noble gentleman, lord Titus here,
To pardon Mutius, and to bury him.

Is in opinion, and in honour, wrong'd;
Tir. Marcus, even thou haft struck upon my crest, That, in the rescue of Lavinia,
And, with these boys, mine honour thou hast With his own hand did Nay his youngest son,

In zeal to you, and highly mov'd to wrath
My foes I do repute you every one ;

To be controui'd in that he frankly gave:
So trouble me no more, but get you gone.

Receive him then to favour, Saturnine ;
Luc. He is not with himself; let us withdraw. That hath express'd himself, in all his deels,
Quin. Not I, till Mutius' bones be buried. A father, and a friend, to thee, and Rome.

[Tbc brother and the sons kneel. Tit. Prince Baffianus, leave to plead my deeds; Mar, Brother, for in that name doth nature plead. 'Tis thou, and those, that have dishonour'd me: Quin. Father, and in that name doth nature speak. Rome and the righteous heavens be my judge, Tit. Speak thou no more, if all the rest will How I have lov'd and honour'a Saturnine ! speed.

Tam. My worthy lord, if ever Tamora Mar. Renowned Titus, more than half my soul, -- Were gracious in thole princely eyes of thine, Luc. Dear father, foul and substance of us all, Then hear me speak, indifferently for all ;

Mar. Suffer thy brother Marcus to interr And at my suit, sweet, pardon what is paft. His noble nephew here in virtue's nest,

Sat. What, madam! be dithonour'd openly, That died in honour and Lavinia's cause.

And bafely put it up without revenge? Thou art a Ruman, be not barbarous.

Tam. Not so, my lord; The gods of Rome The Greeks, upon advice, did bury Ajax

forefend, That New himself; and wife Laertes' son I should be author to dishonour you ! Did graciously plead for his funerals :

But, on mine honour, dare l undertake Let not young Mutius then, that was thy joy, For good lord Ticus' innocence in all, Be barr'd bis entrance here.

Whose fury, not diisembled, speaks his griefs : Tit. Rise, Marcus, rise :-

Then, at my suit, look graciously on bim; The dismall'st day is this, that e'er 1 faw,

Loie not noble a friend on vain suppose, To be dishonour'd by my sons in Rome!

Nor with four looks atflict his gentle heart.Well, bury him, and bury me the next. My lord, be ruld by me, be won at last,

[They put bim in the tomb. Dillemble all your griefs and discontents : Luc. There lie thy bones, tweet Mucius, with You are but newly planted in your thy friends,

throne; 'Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomb ! Lest then the people, and patricians too,

[They all kneel, and say ; Upon a juit survey, take Titus' part ; No man thed rears for noble Mutius;

And so fupplant us for ingratitude,
He lives in fame, that dy'd in virtue's cause. (Which Rome repates to be a heinous sin)
Mar. My lord,-

-to step out of these dreary Yield at intreats, and then let me alone :

I'll find a day to mallurre them all,
How comes it, that the subtle queen of Goths And raze their faction, and their family,
Is of a sudden thus advanc'd in Rome ?

The cruel father, and his traiterous fons,
Tit. I know not, Marcus; but I know, it is ; Towhom I sued for my dear fon's life;
If by device or no, the heavens can tell : And make them know, what 'tis to let a
Is she not then beholden to the man

That brought her for this high good turn so far? Kaeei the streets, and beg for grace
Yes, and will nobly him remunerute.

in vain

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