But safer triumph is this funeral pomp, 185 190 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 chosen with proclamations to-day To-morrow yield up rule, resign my life, And set abroad new business for you all? Rome, I have been thy soldier 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 control the world; Upright he held it, lords, that held it last. Marc. Titus, thou shalt obtain and ask the empery. 195 200 Sat. Proud and ambitious tribune, canst thou tell? Tit. Patience, Prince Saturninus. Sat. Romans, do me right. Patricians, draw your swords, and sheathe them The people's hearts, and wean them from themselves. Bas. Andronicus, I do not flatter thee, But honour thee, and will do till I die. My faction if thou strengthen with thy friends, I will most thankful be; and thanks to men 215 Of noble minds is honourable meed. Tit. People of Rome, and people's tribunes here, I ask your voices and your suffrages. Will you bestow them friendly on Andronicus? 221 Tit. Tribunes, I thank you; and this suit I make, That you create your emperor's eldest son, 230 245 I hold me highly honoured of your Grace: 255 Tit. [To Tamora.] Now, madam, are you prisoner to an emperor; To him that, for your honour and your state, Will use you nobly and your followers. 260 Sat. A goodly lady, trust me, of the hue That I would choose, were I to choose anew.Clear up, fair queen, that cloudy counte nance; Nor her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock. 306 That said'st I begg'd the empire at thy hands. Tit. O monstrous! what reproachful words are these? Sat. But go thy ways; go, give that changing piece To him that flourish'd for her with his sword. Tit. These words are razors to my wounded heart. Sat. And therefore, lovely Tamora, Queen of Goths, That like the stately Phoebe 'mongst her nymphs Dost overshine the gallant'st dames of Rome, And here I swear by all the Roman gods, I will not re-salute the streets of Rome, Tam. And here, in sight of heaven, to Rome If Saturnine advance the Queen of Goths, Sat. Ascend, fair queen, Pantheon; lords, My foes I do repute you every one; Mart. Not I, till Mutius' bones be buried. 370 Mart. Father, and in that name doth nature speak, Tit. Speak thou no more, if all the rest will speed. Marc. Renowned Titus, more than half my soul, Luc. Dear father, soul and substance of us all, Marc. Suffer thy brother Marcus to inter 875 His noble nephew here in virtue's nest, That died in honour and Lavinia's cause. Thou art a Roman, be not barbarous. The Greeks upon advice did bury Ajax That slew himself; and wise Laertes' son Did graciously plead for his funerals. Let not young Mutius, then, that was thy joy, Be barr'd his entrance here. 380 285 Tit. Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomb. He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause. 390 Tit. I know not, Marcus, but I know it is; Whether by device or no, the heavens can tell. Is she not then beholding to the man That brought her for this high good turn so far? [Yes, and will nobly him remunerate.] 896 With his own hand did slay his youngest son, 424 "T is thou and those that have dishonoured me. 430 Tam. Not so, my lord; the gods of Rome forfend 465 Tit. I thank your Majesty, and her, my lord. These words, these looks, infuse new life in me. Tam. Titus, I am incorporate in Rome, A Roman now adopted happily, And must advise the Emperor for his good. This day all quarrels die, Andronicus; And let it be mine honour, good my lord, That I have reconcil'd your friends and you. For you, Prince Bassianus, I have pass'd My word and promise to the Emperor That you will be more mild and tractable. And fear not, lords, and you, Lavinia; By my advice, all humbled on your knees, You shall ask pardon of his Majesty, 470 [Marcus, Lavinia, and the others kneel.] [Luc.] We do, and vow to heaven and to his Highness, That what we did was mildly as we might, 475 Tend'ring our sister's honour and our own. Marc. That, on mine honour, here I do protest. Sat. Away, and talk not; trouble us no more. Tam. Nay, nay, sweet emperor, we must all be friends; 479 The tribune and his nephews kneel for grace. And at my lovely Tamora's entreats, I do remit these young men's heinous faults. You are my guest, Lavinia, and your friends. 491 Tit. To-morrow, an it please your Majesty To hunt the panther and the hart with me, With horn and hound we'll give your Grace bonjour. 495 Sat. Be it so, Titus, and gramercy too. Flourish. Exeunt. ACT II [SCENE I. Rome. Before the palace.] Enter AARON. Aar. Now climbeth Tamora Olympus' top, Safe out of fortune's shot; and sits aloft, 14 Hast prisoner held, fett'red in amorous chains This siren, that will charm Rome's Saturnine, Enter DEMETRIUS and CHIRON, braving. 20 115 A speedier course than ling'ring languishment 121 126 The palace full of tongues, of eyes, and ears; The woods are ruthless, dreadful, deaf, and dull; grey, 6 The fields are fragrant and the woods are green. Many good morrows to your Majesty ; I promised your Grace a hunter's peal. Sat. And you have rung it lustily, my lords; Somewhat too early for new-married ladies. 15 Bas. Lavinia, how say you? Lav. I say, no; I have been broad awake two hours and more. Sat. Come on, then; horse and chariots let us have, |