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With those that have offended: like a shepherd, Approach the fold, and cull the infected forth, But kill not altogether.
2 Sen. What thou wilt, Thou rather (halt enforce it with thy smile, Than hew to t with thy sword.
1 Sea. Set but thy foot
Against our rampir'd gates, and they shall ope;
2 Sta. Throw thy glove,
Or any token of thine honour else,
Ale. Then there's my glove;
Both. 'Tis most nobly spoken.
jilc. Descend, and keep your words.
'•• • Enter -a Soldier. Sol. My noble geueral, Timon is dead; Entomb'd upon the very hem o' the sea: And, on bis grave-stona, this insculpture; which With wax I brought away, whose soft impreilion Interpreteth for. my poor ignorance.
\Aleibiadtt read, the epitaph."] Here lies a ivrctcbcd corse, of wetebedsoul Ut eft 1 Seek not my name: Aplagm consume you wicked caitiffs left!
litre lie I Tlmtm; who, alkie, all living men did bate:. .
Pass by, and curse tl-yfill; but pass, and flay not
here Iby gait. These well express in thee thy latter spirits: Though thou abhorMst in us our human griefs, ■ < Scora'dst our brain's flowl, and those our droplets which * From niggard nature fall, yet rich conceit r> Taught thee to make vast Neptune weep for aye On thy low grave.—On:—Faults forgiven.—Dead Is noble Timon j of whole memory Hereafter more.—Bring me into your city, And I will use the olive with my sword: Make war breed peace; make peace stint war j make each: Prescribe to other, as each other's leach Let our drums strike. [Extunh
» i. e. unguarded gala. 'Our train's flea it our tears. lye. physician.
Saturninus, Son to the late Emperor of Rome, Sempronius
and afterwards declared Emperor himself, j Alakbus,
against the Goths. Captain, from Titm's Camp,
Marcus Andronicus, Tribune of the People, and Æmilius, a Mcjserger.
Brother to Tiius. , Goth,, and Romans*
Qv In i us, i gQns t9 tg!uS jffidronicut.
Lucius, r , _v_.„.
Mutios, J married In S
Yo-.ivg Lucius, a "Boy, Son lo Lucius. Lavinia, Daughter 10 Titus Andronicus.
PujiLius, Son to Marius tbeTribune, and Nephew Nurse, viitb a Black-a-mw Child,
Senators, Judges, Officers, Soldier;, and other Attendants.
Tamora, Queen of the Goths, and afterwards
Before the Capitol in Route. Enter the Tribunes and Senators aloft, ai in the Senate. Then enter Saturninut and his followers, at one door; and Bajfianus and bis followers at the other; with drum and colours.
Sal. "KTOBLE patricians, patrons of my right
And, countrymen, my loving followers,
Baf. Romans,—friends, followers, favourer* of
If ever Basfianus, Cæsar's son,
Ambitio fly for rule and empery!
A spec: il party, have, by common voice,
i Mr. Theobald fays, This is one of those plays which he always thought, with the better judges, ought not to be acknowledged in the lilt of Shakspeare's genuine pieces. Dr. Johnson observes. That all the rditors and critics agree with Mr. Theobald in supposing this play spurious, and that he lees " no reason lor differing from them; for the colour of the Itile is wholly different from that of the other plays, and there is an attempt at regular versification, snd artificial closes, not always inelegant, yet seldom pleasing. The barbarity of the spectacles, aud the general malsacrc, which aie here exhibited, can scarcely be conceived tolerable to any audience; yet we are told by Jonson, that they were not only borne, but praised." Mr. F .inner and Mr. Siccvens ale also of the same opinion with Dr. Johnluu.
A nobler rtlan, a braver warrior,
In coffins from the field;
And now at last, hden w ith honour's spoils,
Whom you pretend to honour aud adore,
That you withdraw you, and abate your strength
Has. Marcus Andronicus, so I do assy
Sat. Friends, that have been thus forward in
I thank yon all, and here dismiss you all;
Bas. Tribunes! and me, a poor competitor.
[Thry go up into the Senute-hovsc.
Enter a Captain.
Romans, make way; The good Andro[nicus,
Patron of virtue, Rome's best champion,
?"i/.Haii! Rome, victorious in thy mourning weeds'
Lo, as the bark, that hath aifchsrrt'd her fraugLr,
Returns with one io* lading to the bay,
From whence at first she weigh'd her anchorage,
Cometh Andronicus, bound with laurel rj_
To re-salute his country with his tsars;
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 jnJ twenty valiant sons.
Half of the number that king Priam riad,
Behold the poor remains, alive, and dead I
These, tliat survive, let Rome rew ard with lore;
These, that I bring unto their latest home,
With burial among their ancestors: fswari.
Here Goths have given me leave to sheath aj
Titus, unkind, and careless of thine own.
Why sufler'st tliou thy sons, unbury'd yet,
To hover on the dreadful shore of Styx r—
Make way to lay them by their brethren.
\Tbej epex the tamt. There greet in silence, as the dead were wort, And sleep in peace, slain in your country's was! O sacred receptacle of my joys, Sweet cell of virtue and nobility, How many sons of mine hast thou in store. That thou w lit never render to me more?
Luc. Give us the proudest prisoner os the Gothr, Tliat we may hew his limbs, aud, on a pde. Ad mams frettnm surisice his flesh, Before this earthly prison of their bones; That so the shadows be not unappeas'd, Nor we distuib'd with prodigies on earth ~.
Tit. I give him you; the noblest that survive*. The e'.dest son of this distressed queen- f_querorr Stay, Roman brethren,—Gracious cooVictorious Titus, rue the tears 1 lhed, A mother's tears in pallion for her sou: And, if thy sons were ever dear to slice, O, think my sou to be as dear to roe. SufSccth not, tliat we are brought to Rome, To beautify ttry triumphs, and return, Captive to thee, and to thy Roman yoke? But must my sons be slaughtered 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 i Draw near them then in being merciful: Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge; Thrice-noble Titus, spare my first-born son.
Tit. Patient3 yourself, madam, and pardon me. These are their bretliren, whom you Goths bebota Alive, and dead; and for then bretliren slain, Religiously they nik a sacrifice: To this your Ion is rdark'd: and die he must, To appease their groaning shadows that are gone.
Luc. Aw ay with him! and make a fire straight t And with our iwords, upon a pile of wood, Let's hew his limbs, 'till they be clean conlivn'd.
[Exeunt Mutius, Alarcui, i^uutimt, and Lucius, with Air bus,
1 Jupiter, to whom the Capitol was si-red. » It was supposed by the ancients that the gbofl> of unbuiied people appeared to their friends and relations, to solicit the rites of funeral. J Thu verb is used by other durnatic writer*
Tan. .fitm. O cruel; irreligious piety!
Chi. Was ever Scythia half so barbarous f
Enter Mutiul, Marcus Quintals and Lucius*
Our Roman rites: Alaibus' limbs are lopp'd,
Tit. Let it be so s and let Andronicus
\_Tbcn found trumpets, and lay the coj/iri in the tomb.
Lav. In peace and honour live lord Titus Ion;;
Tit. Kind Rome, that hast thus lovingly referv'd
Mar. Long live lord Titus, my beloved brother,
Tit. Thanks, gentle tribune, noble brother
Tit. A better head her glorious body fits,
Sat. Proud and ambitious tribune, canlt thou
Luc. Proud Saturninus! interrupter of the good
Tit. Content thee, prince; I will restore to thee
Tit. People of Rome, and people's tribunes here,
Mar. To gratify the good Andronicus,
[y? hnv jiourijb till they come denvn*
Tit. It doth, my worthy lord s and, in this match,