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Enter MARCUS ANDRONICUS, SATURNINUS, Bas
SIANUS, and Others. Mar. Long live lord Titus, my beloved brother, Gracious triumpher in the eyes of Rome !
Tit. Thanks, gentle tribune, noble brother Marcus.
Mar. And welcome, nephews, from successful wars, You that survive, and you that sleep in fame. Fair lords, your fortunes are alike in all, That in your country's service drew your swords: But safer triumph is this funeral pomp, That hath aspir'd to Solon's happiness, 8 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, their tribune, 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 sons : Be candidatus 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
and feebleness :
8 The maxim alluded to is, that no man can be pronounced
happy before his death.
Knighted in field, slain manfully in arms,
Romans, do me right ;-
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,
Tit. People of Rome, and people's tribunes here,
Trib. To gratify the good Andronicus, And gratulate his safe return to Rome, The people will accept whom he admits.
Tit. Tribunes, I thank you: and this suit I make, That you create your emperor's eldest son, Lord Saturnine ; whose virtues will, I hope,
Reflect on Rome, as Titan's2 rays on earth,
Mar. With voices and applause of every sort,
[A long Flourish.
Tit. It doth, my worthy lord; and, in this match, I hold me highly honour'd of your grace : And here, in sight of Rome, to Saturnine,King and commander of our common-weal, The wide world's emperor,--do I consecrate My sword, my chariot, and my prisoners ; Presents well worthy Rome's imperial lord : Receive them then, the tribute that I owe, Mine bonour's ensigns humbled at thy feet.
Sat. Thanks, noble Titus, father of my life! How proud I am of thee, and of thy gifts, Rome shall record ; and, when I do forget
2 The sun.
The least of these unspeakable deserts,
[To TAMORA. To him, that for your honour and your state, Will use you nobly, and your followers.
Sat. A goodly lady, trust me; of the hue
of Goths.Lavinia, you are not displeas'd with this?
Lav. Not I, my lord ; sithtrue nobility Warrants these words in princely courtesy.
Sat. Thanks, sweet Lavinia.—Romans, let us go : Ransomeless here we set our prisoners free: Proclaim our honours, 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 resolv'd 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
Sat. Surpriz'd! By whom?
By him that justly may Bear his betroth'd 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. Tit.
What, villain boy! Barr’st me my way in Rome? [Titos kills MutIus. Mut.
Help, Lucius, help.
Tit. Nor thou, nor he, are any sons of mine:
emperor. Luc. Dead, if you will : but not to be his wife, That is another's lawful promis'd love. [Erit.
Sat. No, Titus, no; the emperor needs her not, Not her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock : I'll trust, by leisure, him that mocks me once ; Thee never, nor thy traitorous haughty sons, Confederates all thus to dishonour me. Was there none else' in Rome to make a stale 4 of,
4 A stalking horse.