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Keep then this passage to the Capitol;
Enter MARCUS ANDRONICUS, aloft, with the Crown.
MAR. Princes-that strive by factions, and by friends,
Ambitiously for rule and empery,
Know, that the people of Rome, for whom we stand
A special party, have, by common voice,
For many good and great deserts to Rome;
Lives not this day within the city walls:
From weary wars against the barbarous Goths;
And now at last, laden with honour's spoils,
And in the Capitol and senate's right,
BAS. Marcus Andronicus, so I do affy
And so I love and honour thee and thine,
Exeunt the Followers of BASSIANUS. SAT. Friends, that have been thus forward in my right,
I thank you all, and here dismiss you all;
[Exeunt the Followers of SATURNINUS.
BAS. Tribunes! and me, a poor competitor. [SAT. and BAS. go into the Capitol, and exeunt with Senators, MARCUS, &c.
Enter a Captain, and Others.
CAP. Romans, make way; The good Androni
Patron of virtue, Rome's best champion,
Flourish of Trumpets, &c. enter MUTIUS and MARTIUS: after them, two Men bearing a Coffin covered with black; then QUINTUS and LUCIUS. After them, TITUS ANDRONICUS; and then TAMORA, with ALARBUS, CHIRon, Demetrius, 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!2
* Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning weeds!] I suspect that the poet wrote:
in my mourning weeds!
i. e. Titus would say: Thou, Rome, art victorious, though I am a mourner for those sons which I have lost in obtaining that victory. WARBurton.
Thy is as well as my. We may suppose the Romans in a grateful ceremony, meeting the dead sons of Andronicus with mournful habits.
Lo, as the bark, that hath discharg❜d her fraught,3
Here Goths have given me leave to sheath my sword.
Titus, unkind, and careless of thine own,
[The Tomb is opened.
Or that they were in mourning for their emperor who was just dead. STEEVENS.
her fraught,] Old copies - his fraught. Corrected in the fourth folio. MALONE.
his fraught,] As in the other old copies noted by Mr. Malone. It will be proper here to observe, that the edition of 1600 is not paged. TODD.
Thou great defender of this Capitol,] Jupiter, to whom the Capitol was sacred. JOHNSON.
To hover on the dreadful shore of Styx?] Here we have one of the numerous classical notions that are scattered with a pedantick profusion through this piece. MALONE.
Sweet cell of virtue and nobility,
How many sons of mine hast thou in store,
Luc. Give us the proudest prisoner of the Goths, That we may hew his limbs, and, on a pile, Ad manes fratrum sacrifice his flesh, Before this earthly prison of their bones; That so the shadows be not unappeas'd, Nor we disturb'd with prodigies on earth."
TIT. I give him you; the noblest that survives, The eldest son of this distressed queen.
TAM. Stay, Roman brethren ;-Gracious con-
Victorious Titus, rue the tears I shed,
Andronicus, stain not thy tomb with blood:
earthly prison-] Edit. 1600:- earthy prison.” TODD
7 Nor we disturb'd with prodigies on earth.] It was supposed by the ancients, that the ghosts of unburied people appeared to their friends and relations, to solicit the rites of funeral.
Wilt thou draw near the nature of the gods?
Draw near them then in being merciful:] "Homines enim