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Set on there : - Never was a war did cease,
Ere bloody hands were wash'd with such a peace.

[Ereunt.

A SONG,

SUNG BY GUIDERIUS AND ARVIRAGUS OVER FIDELE,

SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD.
BY MR. WILLIAM COLLINS

No wither'd witch shall here be seen,

No goblins lead their nightly crew : The female fays shall haunt the green,

And dress thy grave with pearly dew
The red-breast oft at evening hours

Shall kindly lend his little aid,
With hoary moss, and gather'd flowers,

To deck the ground where thou art laid. When howling winds, and beating rain,

In tempests shake the sylvan cell ; Or midst the chase on every plain,

The tender thought on thee shall dwell. Each lonely scene shall thee restore ;

For thee the tear be duly shed : Belov’d, till life could charm no more ;

And mourn'd till pity's self be dead.

To fair Fidele's grassy tomb,

Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet, of earliest bloom,

And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear

To ver with shrieks this quiet grove; But shepherd lads assemble here,

And melling virgins own their love.

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TITUS ANDRONICUS.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

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SATURNINUS, Son to the late Emperor of Rome, and Æmilius, a noble Roman.

afterwards declared Emperor himself. ALARBUS, BASSIANUS, Brother to Saturninus; in love with CHIRON, Sons to Tamora. Lavinia.

DEMETRIUS, Titos ANDRONICUS, a noble Roman, General against Aaron, a Moor, beloved by Tamora. the Goths.

A Captain, Tribune, Messenger, and Clsun; R-
MARCUS ANDRONICUS, Tribune of the People; and
Brother to Titus.

Goths, and Romans.
LUCIUS,
QUINTUS,

TAMORA, Queen of the Goths.
Martius,
Sons to Titus Andronicus.

LAVINIA, Daughter to Titus Andronicus.
MUTIUS,

A Nurse, and a black Child. Young Lucius, a Boy, Son to Lucius.

Kinsmen of Titus, Senators, Tribunes, Officers

, Sol PUBLIUS, Son to Marcus the Tribune.

diers, and Attendants. SCENE, Rome; and the Country near it.

ACT I.

SCENE I. — Rome. Before the Capitol. Ambitiously for rule and empery, The Tomb of the Andronici appearing : the Tribunes A special party, have by their common voice,

Know, that the people of Rome, for whom we stand and Senators aloft, as in the Senate. Enter, below, In election for the Roman empery, SATURNINUS and his Followers, on one Side ; and Chosen Andronicus, surnamed Pius Bassianus and his Followers, on the other ; with For many good and great deserts to Rome ; Drum and Colours.

A nobler man, a braver warrior,
Sat. Noble patricians, patrons of my right, Lives not this day within the city walls:
Defend the justice of my cause with arms; He by the senate is accited ? home,
And, countrymen, my loving followers,

From weary wars against the barbarous Goths;
Plead my successive title ' with your swords; That, with his sons, a terror to our foes,
I am his first-born son, that was the last

Hath yok'd a nation strong, traind up in armas, That ware the imperial diadem of Rome;

Ten years are spent, since first he undertook Then let my father's honours live in me,

This cause of Rome, and chastised with arms Nor wrong mine age with this indignity.

Our enemies' pride : Five times he hath returi Bas. Romans, — friends, followers, favourers of Bleeding to Rome, bearing his valiant sons my right

In coffins from the field; If ever Bassianus, Cæsar's son,

And now at last, laden with honour's spoils Were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome,

Returns the good Andronicus to Rome, Keep then this passage to the Capitol ;

Renowned Titus, flourishing in arms. And suffer not dishonour to approach

Let us entreat, — By honour of his name, The imperial seat, to virtue consecrate,

Whom, worthily, you would have now succeed To justice, continence, and nobility:

And in the Capitol and senate's right, But let desert in pure election shine;

Whom you pretend to honour and adore, And, Romans, fight for freedom in your choice. That you withdraw you, and abate your strenger Enter Marcus Andronicus aloft, with the Crown. Plead your deserts in peace and humbleness,

Dismiss your followers, and, as suitors should, Marc. Princes that strive by factions, and by Sat. How fair the tribune speaks to calm 5 friends,

thoughts ! Ti. e. My title to the succession.

· Summoned.

Bas. Marcus Andronicus, so do I affy

Ad manes fratrum sacrifice his flesh, In thy uprightness and integrity,

Before this.earthly prison of their bones; And so I love and honour thee and thine,

That so the shadows be not unappeas'd, My nobler brother Titus and his sons,

Nor we disturb'd with prodigies on earth. S And her, to whom my thoughts are humbled all, Tit. I give him you ; the noblest that survives, Gracious Lavinia, Rome's rich ornament,

The eldest son of this distressed queen. That I will here dismiss my loving friends ;

Tam. Stay, Roman brethren; - Gracious conAnd to my fortunes, and the people's favour,

queror, Commit my cause in balance to be weigh'd. Victorious Titus, rue the tears I shed,

[Exeunt the Followers of BASSIANUS. A mother's tears in passion for her son : Sat. Friends, that have been thus forward in my And, if thy sons were ever dear to thee, right,

0, think my son to be as dear to me. I thank you all, and here dismiss you all ; Sufficeth not, that we are brought to Rome, And to the love and favour of my country

To beautify thy triumphs, and return, Commit myself, my person, and the cause.

Captive to thee, and to thy Roman yoke; [Exeunt the Followers of SATURNINUS. But must my sons be slaughter'd in the streets, Rome, be as just and gracious unto me,

For valiant doings in their country's cause? > As I am confident and kind to thee.

0! if to fight for king and common-weal Open the gates, and let me in.

Were piety in thine, it is in these.
Bas. Tribunes! and me, a poor competitor. Andronicus, stain not thy tomb with blood :
(Sat. and Bas, go into the Capitol, and Wilt thou draw near the nature of the gods ?
exeunt with Senators, Marcus, fc. Draw near them then in being merciful :

Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge;
SCENE II.— The same.

Thrice noble Titus, spare my first-born son.
Enter a Captain, and others.

T'it. Patient yourself, madam, and pardon me. Cap. Romans, make way; the good Andronicus, These are their brethren, whom you Goths beheld Patron of virtue, Rome's best champion,

Alive, and dead; and for their brethren slain, Successful in the battles that he fights,

Religiously they ask a sacrifice : With honour and with fortune is return'd,

To this your son is mark'd; and die he must, From where he circumscribed with his sword,

To appease their groaning shadows that are gone. And brought to yoke, the enemies of Rome.

Luc. Away with him ! and make a fire straight;

And with our swords, upon a pile of wood, Flourish of Trumpets, f-c. Enter Mutius and Mar- Let's hew his limbs, till they be clean consum'd. TIUS : after them, two Men bearing a Coffin covered

[Exeunt Lucius, QUINTUS, MARTIUS, with black; then Quintus and Lucius. After

and MUTIUS, with ALARBUS. them, Titus Andronicus; and then Tamora, Tam. O cruel, irreligious piety ! with ALARBUS, CHIRON, DEMETRIUS, AARON,

Chi. Was ever Scythia half so barbarous ? and other Goths, prisoners; Soldiers and People,

Dem. Oppose not Scythia to ambitious Rome. following: The Bearers set down the Coffin, and Alarbus goes to rest ; and we survive Titus speuks.

To tremble under Titus' threatening look. Tit. Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning Then, madam, stand resolv'd ; but hope withal, weeds!

The self-same gods, that arm'd the queen of Troy Lo, as the bark that hath discharg'd her fraught, With opportunity of sharp revenge Returns with precious lading to the bay,

Upon the Thracian tyrant in his tent, From whence at first she weigh'd her anchorage, May favour Tamora, the queen of Goths, Cometh Andronicus, bound with laurel boughs, (When Goths were Goths, and Tamora was queen) To re-salute bis country with his tears ;

To quit the bloody wrongs upon her foes. Tears of true joy for his return to Rome.

Re-enter Lucius, QUINTUS, MARTIUS, and MuThou great defender of this Capitol,

TIUS, with their Swords bloody.
Stand gracious to the rites that we intend !
Romans, of five and twenty valiant sons,

Luc. See, lord and father, how we have perform'd Half of the number that king Priam had,

Our Roman rites: Alarbus' limbs are lopp'd,

And entrails feed the sacrificing fire,
Behold the poor remains, alive, and dead !
These, that survive, let Rome reward with love ;

Whose smoke, like incense, doth perfume the sky, These, that I bring unto their latest home,

Remaineth nought, but to inter our brethren, With burial amongst their ancestors :

And with loud 'larums welcome them to Rome. Here Goths have given me leave to sheath my sword.

Tit. Let it be so, and let Andronicus Titus, unkind, and careless of thine own,

Make this his latest farewell to their souls. Why suffer'st thou thy sons, unburied yet,

[Trumpets sounded, and the Coffins To hover on the dreadful shore of Styx ?

laid in the Tomb. Make way to lay them by their brethren.

In peace and honour rest you here, my sons ;

(The Tomb is opened. Rome's readiest champions, repose you here, There greet in silence, as the dead are wont,

Secure from worldly chances and mishaps ! And sleep in peace, slain in your country's wars!

Here lurks no treason, here no envy swells, O sacred receptacle of my joys,

Here grow no inward grudges; here are no storms, Sweet cell of virtue and nobility,

No noise, but silence and eternal sleep : How many sons of mine hast thou in store,

Enter Lavinia, That thou wilt never render to me more !

In peace and honour rest you here, my sons ! Luc. Give us the proudest prisoner of the Goths,

3 It was supposed that the ghosts of unburied people apThat we may hew his limbs, and, on a pile, peared to solicit the rites of funeral, • Suffering.

Lav. In peace and honour live lord Titus long ; Tit. People of Rome, and people's tribunes here, My noble lord and father, live in fame!

I ask your voices, and your suffrages; Lo! at this tomb my tributary tears

Will you bestow them friendly on Andronicus ? I render, for my brethren's obsequies;

Trib. To gratify the good Andronicus, And at thy feet I kneel with tears of joy

And gratulate his safe return to Rome, Shed on the earth, for thy return to Rome : The people will accept whom he admits. O, bless me here with thy victorious hand,

Tit. Tribunes, I thank you: and this suit I make, Whose fortunes Rome's best citizens applaud. That you create your emperor's eldest son,

Tit. Kind Rome, that hast thus lovingly reserv'd Lord Saturnine; whose virtues will, I hope, The cordial of mine age to glad my heart !

Reflect on Rome, as Titan's 9 rays on earth, Lavinia, live; outlive thy father's days,

And ripen justice in this common-weal : And fame's eternal date, for virtue's praise ! Then if you will elect by my advice,

Crown him and say, - Long live our emperor! Enter Marcus ANDRONICUS, SATURNINUS, Marc. With voices and applause of every sort, BASSIANUS, and others.

Patricians, and plebeians, we create Marc. Long live lord Titus, my beloved brother, Lord Saturninus, Rome's great emperor; Gracious triumpher in the eyes of Rome ! And say, - Long live our emperor Saturnine ! Tit. Thanks, gentle tribune, noble brother

[ A long Flourist. Marcus.

Sat. Titus Andronicus, for thy favours done Marc. And welcome, nephews, from successful To us in our election this day, wars,

I give thee thanks in part of thy deserts, You that survive, and you that sleep in fame.

And will with deeds requite thy gentleness : Fair lords, your fortunes are alike in all,

And, for an onset, Titus, to advance That in your country's service drew your swords : Thy name, and honourable family, But safer triumph is this funeral pomp,

Lavinia will I make my emperess, That hath aspir'd to Solon's happiness,

Rome's royal mistress, mistress of my heart, And triumphs over chance, in honour's bed.

And in the sacred Pantheon her espouse : Titus Andronicus, the people of Rome,

Tell me, Andronicus, doth this motion please Whose friend in justice thou hast ever been,

thee? Send thee by me, their tribune, and their trust,

Tit. It doth, my worthy lord; and, in this match This palliament7 of white and spotless hue ;

I hold me highly honour'd of your grace: And name thee in election for the empire,

And here, in sight of Rome, to Saturnine, With these our late-deceased emperor's sons :

King and commander of our common-weal, Be canditatus then, and put it on,

The wide world's emperor, - do I consecrate And help to set a head on headless Rome.

My sword, my chariot, and my prisoners; T'it. A better head her glorious body fits,

Presents well worthy Rome's imperial lord : Than his that shakes for age and feebleness :

Receive them then, the tribute that I owe, What! should I don 8 this robe, and trouble you ?

Mine honour's ensigns humbled at thy feet. Be chosen with proclamations to-day;

Sat. Thanks, noble Titus, father of my life! To-morrow yield up rule, resign my life,

How proud I am of thee, and of thy gifts, And set abroad new business for you all ?

Rome shall record; and, when I do forget Rome, I have been thy soldier forty years,

The least of these unspeakable deserts, And led my country's strength successfully,

Romans, forget your fealty to me. And buried one-and-twenty valiant sons,

Tit. Now, madam, are you prisoner to an emKnighted in field, slain manfully in arms,

peror;

[T. TAMORA. In right and service of their noble country:

To him, that for your honour and your state, Give me a staff of honour for mine age,

Will use you nobly, and your followers. But not a scepter to control the world

:

Sat. A goodly lady trust me; of the hue Upright he held it, lords, that held it last.

That I would choose, were I to choose anew, Marc. Titus, thou shalt obtain and ask the empery. Clear up, fair queen, that cloudy countenance ; Sal. Proud and ambitious tribune, canst thou Though chance of war hath wrought this change of tell ?

cheer, Tit. Patience, prince Saturnine.

Thou com'st not to be made a scorn in Rome: Romans, do me right ;

Princely shall be thy usage every way. Patricians, draw your swords, and sheath them not Rest on my word, and let not discontent Till Saturninus be Rome's emperor :

Daunt all your hopes; Madam, he comforts you, Andronicus, 'would thou wert shipp'd to hell,

Can make you greater than the queen of Goths. — Rather than rob me of the people's hearts.

Lavinia, you are not displeas'd with this? Luc. Proud Saturnine, interrupter of the good

Lav. Not I, my lord: sith' true nobility That noble-minded Titus means to thee!

Warrants these words in princely courtesy. Tit. Content thee, prince; I will restore to thee Sat. Thanks, sweet Lavinia. — Romans, let us go: The people's hearts, and wean them from themselves. Ransomeless here we set our prisoners free : Bas. Andronicus, I do not flatter thee,

Proclaim our honours, lords, with trump and drum. But honour thee, and will do till I die;

Bas. Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is mine. My faction if thou strengthen with thy friends,

(Seizing LAVINIA. I will most thankful be: and thanks, to men

Tit. How, sir ? Are you in earnest then, my lord? Of noble minds, is honourable meed.

Bas. Ay, noble Titus ; and resolv'd withal, • The maxim alluded to is, that no man can be pronounced To do myself this reason and this right. happy before his death.

[The Emperor courts TAMORA in dumb skoro. 8 10. Do on, put it on.

Sat.

9 The sun.

1 Since

"A robe.

Marc. Suum cuique is our Roman justice : Sent by the heavens for prince Saturnine, This prince in justice seizeth but his own.

Whose wisdom hath her fortune conquered : Luc. And that he will, and shall, if Lucius live. There shall we consummate our spousal rites. Tit. Traitors, avaunt! Where is the emperor's [Ereunt SATURNINUS, and his Followers ; Taguard ?

MORA, and her Sons; AARON, and Goths. Treason, my lord; Lavinia is surpriz'd.

Tit. I am not bid + to wait upon this bride ; Sat. Surpriz'd! by whom ?

Titus, when wert thou wont to walk alone, Bas.

By him that justly may Dishonour'd thus, and challenged of wrongs? Bear his betroth'd from all the world away.

[Exeunt Marcus and BassianUS, Re-enter Marcus, Lucius, Quintus, and MARTIUS. with LAVINIA.

Marc. 0, Titus, see, 0, see, what thou hast done! Mut. Brothers, help to convey her hence away, In a bad quarrel slain a virtuous son. And with my sword I'll keep this door safe.

Tit. No, foolish tribune, no: no son of mine, [Exeunt Lucius, Quintus, and MARTIUS. Nor thou, nor these confederates in the deed Til. Follow, my lord, and I'll soon bring her back. That hath dishonour'd all our family; Mut. My lord, you pass not here.

Unworthy brother, and unworthy sons ! Tit.

What, villain boy! Luc. But let us give him burial, as becomes ; Barr'st me my way in Rome? (Titus kills Mutius. Give Mutius burial with our brethren. Mut.

Help, Lucius, help. Tit. Traitors, away! he rests not in this tomb.

This monument five hundred years hath stood, Re-enter Lucius.

Which I have sumptuously re-edified : Luc. My lord, you are unjust ; and, more than so, Here none but soldiers, and Rome's servitors, In wrongful quarrel you have slain your son. Repose in fame; none basely slain in brawls :

T'it. Nor thou, nor he, are any sons of mine : Bury him where you can, he comes not here. My sons would never so dishonour me:

Marc. My lord, this is impiety in you : Traitor, restore Lavinia to the emperor.

My nephew Mutius' deeds do plead for him ; Luc. Dead, if you will : but not to be his wife, He must be buried with his brethren. That is another's lawful promis'd love. [Erit. Quin. Mart. And shall, or him we will accompany.

Sat. No, Titus, no; the emperor needs her not, Tit. And shall? What villain was it spoke that Not her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock:

word? I'll trust, by leisure, him that mocks me once; Quin. He that would vouch't in any place but here. Thee never, nor thy traitorous haughty sons,

Tit. What, would you bury him in my despite ? Confederates all thus to dishonour me.

Marc. No, noble Titus; but entreat of thee Was there none else in Rome to make a stale ? of, To pardon Mutius, and to bury him. But Saturnine? Full well, Andronicus,

Tit. Marcus, even thou hast struck upon my crest, Agree these deeds with that proud brag of thine, And, with these boys, mine honour thou hast That said'st, I begg'd the empire at thy hands.

wounded : Tit. O monstrous ! what reproachful words are My foes I do repute you every one; these?

So trouble me no more, but get you gone. Sat. But, go thy ways; go, give that changing piece Marc. He is not with himself; let us withdraw. To him that flourish'd for her with his sword : Quin. Not I, till Mutius' bones be buried. A valiant son-in-law thou shalt enjoy ;

[Marcus and the Sons of Titus kneel. One fit to bandy with thy lawless sons,

Marc. Brother, for in that name doth nature plead. To ruffles in the commonwealth of Rome.

Quin. Father, and in that name doth nature speak. Tit. These words are razors to my wounded heart. Tit. Speak thou no more, if all the rest will speed. Sat. And therefore, lovely Tamora, queen of Marc. Renowned Titus, more than half my Goths, —

soul, That, like the stately Phæbe 'mongst her nymphs, Luc. Dear father, soul and substance of us all, Dost overshine the gallant'st dames of Rome, Marc. Suffer thy brother Marcus to inter If thou be pleas'd with this my sudden choice, Ilis noble nephew here in virtue's nest, Behold I choose thee, Tamora, for my bride, That died in honour and Lavinia's cause. And will create thee empress of Rome.

Thou art a Roman, be not barbarous. Speak, queen of Goths, dost thou applaud my The Greeks, upon advice, did bury Ajax choice?

That slew himself; and wise Laertes' son And here I swear by all the Roman gods,

Did graciously plead for his funerals. Sith priest and holy water are so near,

Let not young Mutius then, that was thy joy, And tapers burn so bright, and every thing

Be barr'd his entrance here. In readiness for Hymeneus stand,

Tit.

Rise, Marcus, rise: I will not re-salute the streets of Rome,

The dismal'st day is this that e'er I saw, Or climb my palace, till from forth this place To be dishonour'd by my sons in Rome! I lead espous'd my bride along with me.

Well, bury him, and bury me the next. Tam. And here, in sight of heaven, to Rome I

(Mutius is put into the Tomb. swear,

Luc. There lie thy bones, sweet Mutius, with thy If Saturnine advance the queen of Goths,

friends, She will a handmaid be to his desires,

Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomb! A loving nurse, a mother to his youth.

All, No man shed tears for noble Mutius : Sat. Ascend, fair queen, Pantheon : – Lords, He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause. accompany

Marc. My lord, – to step out of these dreary Your noble emperor, and his lovely bride,

dumps, ? A stalking horse, 3 A ruffler was a bully.

4 Invited.

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