Auf. No more. Cor. Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart I was forced to scold. Your judgements, my grave lords, First Lord. Peace, both, and hear me speak. Alone I did it. Auf. 'Boy!' Why, noble lords, Let him die for 't. Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune, Which was your shame, by this unholy braggart, 'Fore your own eyes and ears ? All Consp. All the People. 'Tear him to pieces.' killed my son.' 'My daughter.' Marcus.' 'He killed my father.' 'Do it presently.' 'He He killed my cousin Sec. Lord. Peace, ho! no outrage: peace! His last offences to us O that I had him, Shall have judicious hearing. Stand, Aufidius, Cor. With six Aufidiuses, or more, his tribe, Auf. Insolent villain! All Consp. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him! Lords. [The Conspirators draw, and kill Coriolanus: Aufidius stands on his body. Auf. My noble masters, hear me speak. First Lord. Hold, hold, hold, hold! O Tullus, Sec. Lord. Thou hast done a deed whereat valour will weep. Third Lord. Tread not upon him. Put up your swords. Masters all, be quiet ; Auf. My lords, when you shall know-as in this rage That he is thus cut off. Please it your honours To call me to your senate, I'll deliver First Lord. Bear from hence his body; And mourn you for him: let him be regarded Did follow to his urn. Sec. Lord. His own impatience Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame. Auf. My rage is gone, [Exeunt, bearing the body of Coriolanus. ANDRONICUS DRAMATIS PERSONÆ SATURNINUS, son to the late Emperor of MARTIUS, J MUTIUS, sons to Titus Andronicus. YOUNG LUCIUS, a boy, son to Lucius. PUBLIUS, son to Marcus Andronicus. ALARBUS, DEMETRIUS, CHIRON, sons to Tamora. AARON, a Moor, beloved by Tamora. TAMORA, Queen of the Goths. LAVINIA, daughter to Titus Andronicus. Kinsmen of Titus, Senators, Tribunes, Officers, Soldiers, and Attendant. ACT I-SCENE I Rome. Before the Capitol. The Tomb of the Flourish. Enter the Tribunes and Senators aloft. And then enter below, Saturninus and his Followers from one side, and Bassianus and his Followers from the other side, with drum and colours. Sat. Noble patricians, patrons of my right, Bas. Romans, friends, followers, favourers of my right, Were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome, Enter Marcus Andronicus, aloft, with the crown. Know that the people of Rome, for whom we stand In election for the Roman empery, Chosen Andronicus, surnamed Pius For many good and great deserts to Rome: Lives not this day within the city walls: From weary wars against the barbarous Goths; Hath yoked a nation strong, train'd up in arms. And now at last, laden with honour's spoils, In thy uprightness and integrity, And so I love and honour thee and thine, And her to whom my thoughts are humbled all, [Exeunt the Followers of Bassianus. [Exeunt the Followers of Saturninus. Rome, be as just and gracious unto me, Open the gates, and let me in. Bas. Tribunes, and me, a poor competitor. [Flourish. Saturninus and Bassianus go up into the Capitol. Enter a Captain. Cap. Romans, make way: the good Andronicus, Enter Martius and Mutius ; after them, two Men bearing a coffin covered with black; then Lucius and Quintus. After them, Titus Andronicus; and then Tamora Queen of Goths, with Alarbus, Demetrius, Chiron, Aaron, and other Goths, prisoners; Soldiers and People following. The Bearers set down the coffin, and Titus speaks. Tit. Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning weeds! From whence at first she weigh'd her anchorage, These that survive let Rome reward with love; With burial amongst their ancestors : Here Goths have given me leave to sheathe my sword. Titus, unkind, and careless of thine own, Why suffer'st thou thy sons, unburied yet, To hover on the dreadful shore of Styx? Make way to lay them by their brethren. [They open the tomb. There greet in silence, as the dead are wont, And sleep in peace, slain in your country's wars! O sacred receptacle of my joys, Sweet cell of virtue and nobility, How many sons hast thou of mine in store, Luc. Give us the proudest prisoner of the Goths, |