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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;
So thou wilt send thy gentle heart before,
To say, thou'lt enter friendly.

2 Sta. Throw thy glove,

Or any token of thine honour else,
That thou wilt use the wars as thy redress,
And not as our confusion, all thy powers
Shall make their harbour in our town, 'till we
Have seal'd thy full desire.

Ale. Then there's my glove;
Descend, and open your uncharged ports 1:
Those enemies of Timon's, and mine own,
Whom you yourselves shall set out for reproof,
Fall, and no more: and,—to atone your fears
With my more noble meaning,—not a man
Shall pass his quarter, or offend the stream
Of regular justice in your city's bounds,
But shall be remedy'd by your publick laws
At heaviest answer.

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

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Saturninus, Son to the late Emperor of Rome, Sempronius

and afterwards declared Emperor himself, j Alakbus,
Bassianus, Brother to Saturninus, ift love with Chiron* ^ Sons /• Tamora,

Lavirda. Demetrius
Titus Androntcus, a noble Roman, GeneralAaron, a Moor, belov'dBy Tamora.

against the Goths. Captain, from Titm's Camp,

Marcus Andronicus, Tribune of the People, and Æmilius, a Mcjserger.

Brother to Tiius. , Goth,, and Romans*

Marcus, "j

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,
to Titus Andionicus.

Senators, Judges, Officers, Soldier;, and other Attendants.
S C E N E, Some; and the Country near it.


Tamora, Queen of the Goths, and afterwards


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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
JLN Defend the justice of my cause with

And, countrymen, my loving followers,
Plead my successive title with your swords:
I am his first-horn son, that was the last
That ware the imperial diadem of Rome;
Then let my father's honours live in me,
Nor wrong mine age with this" indignity.

Baf. Romans,—friends, followers, favourer* of
my right,—

If ever Basfianus, Cæsar's son,
Were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome,
Keep then this passage to the Capitol;
And suffer not dishonour to approach
The imperial seat, to virtue consecrate,
To justice, continence, and nobility;
But let desert in pure election shine;
And, Romans, sight for freedom in your choice.
Entrr Marcus Andronicus al ft, with the Crown.
Mar. Princes, that strive by factions, aud by

Ambitio fly for rule and empery!
Know, that the people of Rome, for whom vre

A spec: il party, have, by common voice,
In election for the Roman empery,
Chosen Andronicus, fumamed Pius
For many good aud great deserts to Rome;

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

A nobler rtlan, a braver warrior,
laves use this day within the city walls:
He by the senate is accited home,
From weary wars against the barbarous Goths j
That, with his sons, a terror to our foes,
Hath yok'd a nation strong, train'd up in arms.
Ten years are spentj since first he undertook
This cans* of Rome, and chastised with arms
Our enemies' pride: Five times he hath retum'd
Bleeding to Rome, hearing his valiant sons

In coffins from the field;

And now at last, hden w ith honour's spoils,
Returns the good Andronicus to Rome,
Renowned Titus, flourishing in arms.
Let us intreat,—By honour of his name,
Whom, worthily, you would have now succeed,
And in the Capitol and senate's right,

Whom you pretend to honour aud adore,

That you withdraw you, and abate your strength
Dismiss your followers, and, as suitors should,
Plead your deserts in peace and humbleness.
Sal. How fair the tribune speaks to calm my

Has. Marcus Andronicus, so I do assy
In thy uprightness and integrity,
And so I love and honour thee, and thine,
Thy noble brotlier Titus, tind his sons,
And her, to whom our thoughts are humbled al!,
Gracious Lavinia, Rome's rich ornament,
That I will here dismiss my loving friends;
And to my fortunes, and the people's favour,
Commit my cause in ballauce to be weigh'd.

[Exeunt Scldic'h

Sat. Friends, that have been thus forward in
my right,

I thank yon all, and here dismiss you all;
And to the love and favour of my country
Commit myself, my person, and the cause;
Rome, be as just and gracious unto me,
As I am confident and kind to thee.—
Open the gate:, and let me in.

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,
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 pf Rome.
Sound drumi and trumpets, and then enter Mutius
and Marcus; astir them, two men bearing a
coffin covered with black; then Quintal and Lucius.
After them, Titus Andronicus; and then Tamora,
the yueen of the Goths, Alarbus,*Cbirm, and Dt~
mett in ?, tuitb Aaron the Moor, prisoners; Soldiers,
and other attendants. They set down the coffin,
and Tttui speaks.

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

Enter Mutiul, Marcus Quintals and Lucius*
'Luc. See, lord and father, Low we have per-

Our Roman rites: Alaibus' 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 s and let Andronicus
Make tliis his latest farewel to their fouls.

\_Tbcn found trumpets, and lay the coj/iri in the tomb.
In peace and honour rest you here, my sons j
Rome's readiest champions, repose you here,
Secure from worldly chances and mishaps!
Here lurks no treason, here no envy swells,
Here grow no damned grudges; here no storm,
No noise, hut silence and eternal sleep:

Enter Lavinia.
In peace and honour reft you here, my sons!

Lav. In peace and honour live lord Titus Ion;;
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 fortune Rome's best citizens applaud.

Tit. Kind Rome, that hast thus lovingly referv'd
The cordial of mine age, to glad my heart!—
Lavinia, live; out-live thy father's days,
And fame's eternal date, for virtue's praise!

Mar. Long live lord Titus, my beloved brother,
Gracious triumpher in the eyes of Rome!

Tit. Thanks, gentle tribune, noble brother
Marcus. [wars,
Mar. And welcome, nephews, from successful
You that survive, and you that sleep in fame.
Fais lords, your fortunes are alike in all,
That in your country's service drew your swords
But laser triumph is this funeral pomp,
That afpir'd to Solon's happiness,
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, theirtribunc, 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 tons:
Be candidate 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 1 tins robe, and trouble you i
Be chose 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 led my country's strength successfully;
And buried one and twenty valiant sons,
Knighted in field, slain manfully m arms,
In right and service os their noble tommy:
Give me a staff of honour for mine age,
But not a sceptre to controll the world: . ■
Upright he held it, lords, that held it last.
Mar. Titus, thou shalt obtain and alk the em«
pery- [tail >—.

Sat. Proud and ambitious tribune, canlt thou
Tit. Patience, prince Saturninus.—
Sat. Romans, do me right;
Patricians, draw your swords, and sheath them not
Till Saturninus be Rome's emperor:—
Andronicus, 'would thou were fhip'd to hell,
Rather than rob me of the people's hearts.

Luc. Proud Saturninus! interrupter of the good
That noble-minded Titus means to thee !—

Tit. Content thee, prince; I will restore to thee
The people's hearts, and wean them from them-
BaJ. Andronicus, I do not flatter thee, [selves.
But honour thee, and will do 'till I die;
My faction if thou strengthen with thy friends,
I will most thankful be: and thanks, to men
Of noble minds, is honourable meed.

Tit. People of Rome, and people's tribunes here,
I ask your voices, and your suffrages j
Will you bestow them friendly on Andronicus?

Mar. To gratify the good Andronicus,
And gratulate his safe return to Rome,
The people will accept whom he admits, [make,
Tit. Tribunes, I thank you: and this suit I
That you create your emperor's eldest son,
Lord Saturnine; whose virtues will, I hope,
Reflect on Rome, as Titan's rays on earth,
And ripen justice in this common-wcal:
Then if you will elect by my advice,
Crown him, and (ay,—Lv:g live oar emperor'
War. With voices and applause of every sort,
Patricians, and plebeian?, we create
Lord Saturninus, Rome's great emperor s
And fay,—Long live our emperor Saturnine!

[y? hnv jiourijb till they come denvn*
Sat. Titus Andronicus, for thy favours djne
To us in our election this day,
I give thee thanks in part of thy deserts,
And will with deeds requite thy gentleness |
And, for an onset, Titus, to advance
Thy name, and honourable family,
Lavinia will 1 make my emperefs,
Rome's royal mistress, mistress of my heart,
Aid in the sacred Pantheon her espouse:
Tell me, Andronicus, doth this motion please thee?

Tit. It doth, my worthy lord s and, in this match,
I hold me highly honour'd of your grace:

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