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Wilt thou draw near the nature of the Gods ?
Tit. Patient yourself, Madam, and pardon me.
Luc. Away with him, and make a fire straight.
Exeunt Mutius, Marcus, Quintus and Lucius
with Alarbus. Tan. O cruel, irreligious, piety! Chi. Was ever Scythia half so barbarous ?
Dem. Oppose me, Scythia, to ambitious Rome. Alarbus, go to rest! and we survive To tremble under Titus' threatning looks. Then Madam, stand resolv'd; but hope withal, The self-fame Gods, that arm'd the Queen of Troy With opportunity of sharp revenge Upon the Thracian tyrant in her Tent, May favour Tamora, the Queen of Goths, (When Goths were Goths, and Tamora was Queen) To quit her bloody wrongs upon her foes.
Enter, Mutius, Marcus, Quintus and Lucius. Luc. See, lord and father, how we have perform'd. Our Roman rites: Alarbus’ limbs are lopt; And intrails 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.
Tim. Let it be so, and let Andronicus Make this his latest farewel to their souls. (Then found trumpets, and lay the coffins in the tomb.
In peace and hononr rest you here, my sons,
S CE N E III.
My noble lord and father, live in fame!
Tit. Kind Rome, that hast thus lovingly reserv'd
Mar. Long live lord Titus, my beloved brother, Gracious triumpher in the eyes of Rome!
Tit. Thanks, gentle Tribune, noble brother Marcus.
you all ?
And name thee in election for the Empire,
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 this robe, and trouble you? Be chose with Proclamations to-day, To-morrow yield up Rule, resign my life, And set abroach new business for Rome, I have been thy foldier forty years, And led my country's strength successfully ; And buried one and twenty valiant sons, Knighted in field, slain manfully in arms, In Right and Service of their noble Country. Give me a staff of honour for mine age, But not a sceptre to controul the world. Upright he held it, lords that held it last, Mar. Titus, thou shalt obtain and ask the Empery. Sat. Proud and ambitious Tribune, canst thou
tell 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 wert ihipt to hell, Rather than rob me of the people's hearts.
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..
Baf. Andronicus, I do not flatter thee,
Tit. People of Rome, and noble Tribunes here,
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.
Tit. Tribunes, I thank you, and this fuit I make,
Mar. With voices and applause of every sort,
Tit. It doth, my worthy lord; and, in this match, I hold me highly honoured of your Grace : And here in light of Rome, to Saturninus, 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 Honour's Ensigns humbled at thy feet.
Sat. Thanks, noble Tilus, father of my life! How proud I am of thee, and of thy gifts, Rome Thall record ; and when I do forget
The least of these unspeakable deserts,
cheer, Thou com'ít not to be made a scorn in Rome: Princely shall be thy usage every way. Rest on my word, and let not discontent Daunt all your hopes: Madam, who comforts you, Can make you greater than the Queen of Goths. Lavinia, you are not displeas'd with this?
Lav. Not I, my lord ; Gith true nobility Warrants these words in princely courtesy.
Sat. Thanks, sweet Lavinia ; Romans, let us go. Ransomlefs here we set our prisoners free; Proclaim our honours, lords, with trump and drum. Baf. Lord Titus, by your Leave, this Maid is mine.
(Seizing Lavinia. Tit. How, Sir ? are you in earnest then, my lord ?
Baf. Ay, noble Titus ; and resolv'd withal, To do myself this Reason and this Right.
(The Emperor courts Tamora in dumb fhew. 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, avant! where is the Emperor's Treason, my lord; Lavinia is surpriz'd. [Guard ?
Sat. Surpriz'd! by whom?
Baf. By him that justly may
Exit Baffianus with Lavinia.