(When Goths were Goths, and Tamora was queen,) To quit the bloody wrongs upon her foes. Re-enter LUCIUS, QUINTUS, MARTIUS, and MUTIUS, with their swords bloody. Luc. See, lord and father, how we have performed Whose smoke, like incense, doth perfume the sky. [Trumpets sounded, and the coffins laid in the tomb. In peace and honor, rest you here, my sons; Rome's readiest champions, repose you here in rest, Enter LAVINIA. In peace and honor rest you here, my sons! Lavinia, live; outlive thy father's days, And fame's eternal date, for virtue's praise! Enter MARCUS ANDRONICUS, SATURNINUS, BASSIanus, and others. Mar. Long live lord Titus, my beloved brother, Gracious triumpher in the eyes of Rome! Tit. Thanks, gentle tribune, noble brother Marcus. You that survive, and you that sleep in fame. That in your country's service drew your swords; That hath aspired to Solon's happiness, And help to set a head on headless Rome. Mar. Titus, thou shalt obtain and ask the empery. Sat. Proud and ambitious tribune, canst thou tell?Tit. Patience, prince Saturnine. Sat. Andronicus, 'would thou wert shipped to hell, Luc. Proud Saturnine, 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 themselves. Bas. Andronicus, I do not flatter thee, But honor 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 honorable meed. Tit. People of Rome, and people's tribunes here, I ask your voices, and your suffrages; Will you bestow them friendly on Andronicus? Tit. Tribunes, I thank you! and this suit I make, Lord Saturninus Rome's great emperor; [A long flourish. Sat. Titus Andronicus, for thy favors done I give thee thanks in part of thy deserts, Rome's royal mistress, mistress of my heart, Tell me, Andronicus, doth this motion please thee? Sat. Thanks, noble Titus, father of my life! Tit. Now, madam, are you prisoner to an emperor; To him that for your honor and your state, [To TAMORA. Sat. A goodly lady, trust me; of the hue That I would choose, were I to choose anew.— Though chance of war hath wrought this change of cheer, VOL. IV. - 13 Rest on my word, and let not discontent. Lav. Not I, my lord; sith true nobility Sat. Thanks, sweet Lavinia.-Romans, let us go; Ransomless here we set our prisoners free. Proclaim our honors, lords, with trump and drum. Bas. Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is mine. [Seizing LAVINIA. Tit. How, sir? Are you in earnest then, my lord? Bas. Ay, noble Titus; and resolved withal To do myself this reason and this right. [The emperor courts TAMORA in dumb show. Mar. Suum cuique is our Roman justice; This prince in justice seizeth but his own. Luc. And that he will, and shall, if Lucius live. Tit. Traitors, avaunt! Where is the emperor's guard? Treason, my lord; Lavinia is surprised. Sat. Surprised! By whom? Bas. By him that justly may Bear his betrothed from all the world away. [Exeunt MARCUS and BASSIANUS, with LAVINIA. Mut. Brothers, help to convey her hence away, And with my sword I'll keep this door safe. [Exeunt LUCIUS, QUINTUS, and MARTIUS. Tit. Follow, my lord, and I'll soon bring her back. Mut. My lord, you pass not here. Luc. My lord, you are unjust; and, more than so, In wrongful quarrel you have slain your son. Tit. Nor thou, nor he, are any sons of mine; My sons would never so dishonor me. Luc. Dead, if you will; but not to be his wife, That is another's lawful, promised love. Sat. No, Titus, no; the emperor needs her not, Not her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock. [Exit. Was there none else in Rome to make a stale of, Agree these deeds with that proud brag of thine, Tit. O monstrous! what reproachful words are these? Sat. But go thy ways; go, give that changing piece To him that flourished for her with his sword. A valiant son-in-law thou shalt enjoy; One fit to bandy with thy lawless sons, To ruffle in the commonwealth of Rome. Tit. These words are razors to my wounded heart. Speak, queen of Goths, dost thou applaud my choice? And tapers burn so bright, and every thing I will not re-salute the streets of Rome, Or climb my palace, till from forth this place I lead espoused my bride along with me. Tam. And here, in sight of heaven, to Rome I swear, If Saturnine advance the queen of Goths, She will a handmaid be to his desires, A loving nurse, a mother to his youth. Sat. Ascend, fair queen, Pantheon.-Lords, accompany Your noble emperor, and his lovely bride, Sent by the heavens for prince Saturnine, There shall we consummate our spousal rites. [Exeunt SATURNINUS and his followers; TAMOra, and her sons; AARON and Goths. Tit. I am not bid to wait upon this bride.Titus, when wert thou wont to walk alone, Dishonored thus, and challenged of wrong. Re-enter MARCUS, LUCIUS, QUINTUS, and MARTIUS. Mar. O Titus, see, O, see, what thou hast done! In a bad quarrel slain a virtuous son. Tit. No, foolish tribune, no; no son of mine,Nor thou, nor these, confederates in the deed |