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That box I gave yon was not thought by me To tell this tale of mine.
A precious thing; I had it from the queen. Cym. I am sorry for thee:
Cym. New matter still?

By thine own tongue thou art comdemn'd, and must
Imo. It poison’d me.

Endure our law. Thou art dead.
Cor. O gods !

Imo. That headless man
I left out one thing, which the queen confess'd, I thought had been my lord.
Which must approve thee honest: If Pisanio Cym. Bind the offender,
Have, said she, given his mistress that confection And take him from our presence!
Which I gave him for a cordial, she is serv'd Bel. Stay, sir king!
As I would serve a rat.

This man is better, than the man he slew,
Cym. What's this, Cornelius ?

As well descended as thyself; and hath
Cor. The queen, sir, very oft importun'd me More of thee merited, than a band of Clotens
To temper poisons for her; still pretending llad ever scar for.- Let his arms alone,
The satisfaction of her knowledge, only

[To the Guard. In killing creatures vile, as cats and dogs

They were not born for bondage.
Of no esteem: I, dreading that her purpose Cym. Why, old soldier,
Was of more danger, did compound for her Wilt thou undo the worth thon art unpaid for,
A certain stuff, which, being ta'en, would cease | By tasting of our wrath? How of descent
The present power of life; but, in short time, As good as we?
All offices of nature should again

Arv. In that he spake too far.
Do their due functions.- Have you ta'en of it? Cym. And thou shalt die for't.
Imo. Most like I did, for I was dead.

Bel. We will die all three:
Bel. My boys,

But I will prove, that two of us are as good,
There was our error.

As I have given out him.— My sons, I must,
Gui. This is sure, Fidele!

For mine own part, unfold a dangerous speech,
Imo. Why did you throw your wedded lady from Though, haply, well for you.

Arv. Your danger is Think, that you are upon a rock;

Ours. Throw me again.

[Embracing him. Gui. And our good his. Pust. Hang there like fruit, my soul,

Bel. Have at it then ! Till the tree die !

By leave ! - Thou had'st, great king, a subject, who
Cym. How now, my flesh, my child ?

We call'd Belarius.
What, mak'st thou me a dullard in this act ?

Cym. What of him? he is
Wilt thou not speak to me?

A banish'd traitor.
Imo. Your blessing, sir!

[Kneeling. Bel. He it is, that hath
Bel. Though you did love this youth, I blame ye Assum’d this age: indeed, a banish'd man;

[To Guiderius and Arviragus. I know not how, a traitor. You had a motive for't.

Cym. Take him hence!
Cym. My tears, that fall,

The whole world shall not save him!
Prove holy water on thee! Imogen,

Bel. Not too hot!
Thy mother's dead!

First pay me for the nursing of thy sons ;
Imo. I am sorry for’t, my lord !

And let it be confiscate all, so soon
Cym. O, she was naughi; and ’long of her it was, As I have receiv'd it.
That we meet here so strangely: but her son Cym. Nursing of my sons?
Is gone, we know not how, nor where.

Bel. I am too blunt, and saucy: here's my knee;
Pis. My lord,

Ere I arise, I will prefer my sons ;
Now fear is from me, I'll speak truth! Lord Cloten, Then, spare not the old father. Mighty sir,
Upon my lady's missing, came to me

These two young gentlemen, that call me father, With his sword drawn; foam'd at the mouth, and And think they are my sons, are none of mine; swore,

They are the issue of your loins, my liege,
If I discover'd not which way she was gone,

And blood of your begetting.
It was my instant death. By accident,

Cym. How! my issue?
I had a feigned letter of my master's

Bel. So sure as you your father's. I, old Morgan, Then in my pocket; which directed him

And that Belarius whom you sometime banish'd: To seek her on the mountains near to Milford; Your pleasure was my mere offence, my punishment Where, in a frenzy, in my master's garments, Itself, and all my treason; that I suffer'd, Which he in forc'd from me, away he posts

Was all the harm I did. These gentle princes With unchaste purpose, and with oaths to violate (For such, and so they are, ) these twenty years My lady's honour: what became of him,

Have I train'd up: those arts they have, as I I further know not.

Could put into them; my breeding was, sir, as Gui. Let me end the story;

Your highness knows. Their nurse, Euriphile, I slew him there.

Whom for the theft I wedded, stole these children
Cym. Marry, the gods forefend !

Upon my banishment: I mov'd her to't;
I would not thy good deeds should from my lips Having receiv'd the punishment before,
Pluck a hard sentence: pr’ythee, valiant youth, For that which I did then : beaten for loyalty
Deny't again!

Excited me to treason. Their dear loss,
Gui. I have spoke it, and I did it.

The more of you 'twas felt, the more it shap'd
Cym. He was a prince!

Unto my end of stealing them. But, gracious sir, Gui. A most uncivil one. The wrongs he did me, Here are your sons again ; and I must lose Were nothing prince-like; for he did provoke me Two of the sweet'st companions in the world : With language, that would make me spurn the sea, The benediction of these covering heavens If it could so roar to me: I cut off's head; Fall on their heads like dew! for they are worthy And am right glad, he is not standing here To inlay heaven with stars.

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Cym. Thou weep'st, and speak'st.

Speak, Iachimo! I had you down, and might The service, that you three have done, is more

The Have made you finish.

His Unlike, than this thou tellst: I lost my childreu; Tach. I am down again,

(Kneeling. If these be they, I know not how to wish

WE But now my heavy conscience sinks my knee,

C; A pair of worthier sous. As then your force did. Take that life, 'beseech you,

And Bel. Be pleas'd a while! Which I so often owe! but your ring first!

Fro This gentleman, whom I call Polydore, And here the bracelet of the truest princess,

Most worthy prince, as yours, is true Guiderius: That ever swore her faith !
This gentleman, my Cadwal, Arvirágus,

Post. Kneel not to me!
Your younger princely son; he, sir, was lapp'd The power, that I have on you, is to spare yon;
In a most curious mantle, wrought by the hand The malice towards you, to forgive you. Live,
of liis queen mother, which, for more probation, And deal with others better!
I can with ease produce.

Cym. Nobly doom'd:
Cym. Guiderius had

We'll learn our freeness of a son-in-law; Upon his neck a mole, a sanguine star;

Pardon's the word to all. It was a mark of wonder.

Arv. You holp us, sir,
Bel. This is he,


mean indeed to be our brother;
Who hath upon him still that natural stamp: Joy'd are we, that you are.
It was wise nature's end in the donation,

Post. Your servant, princes ! - Good my lord of To be his evidence now.

Rome, Cym. 0, what, am I

SA Call forth your soothsayer. As I slept, methought

, A mother to the birth of three? Ne'er mother

Great Jupiter, upon his eagle back, Rejoic'd deliverance more. - Bless'd may you be,

BA Appear'd to me, with other spritely shows That, after this strange starting from your orbs, of mine owo kindred: when I wak’d, I found You may reign in them now! -- Imogen,

Ti This label on my bosom; whose containing Thou hast lost by this a kingdom!

Is so from sense in hardness, that I can Imo. No, my lord!


Make no collection of it; let him show
I have got two worlds by't.-0, my gentle brothers, His skill in the construction,
Have we thus met? O never say hereafter,


Luc. Philarmonus !
But I am truest speaker: you call’d me brother, Sooth. Here, my good lord !

ME When I was but your sister; I you brothers, Luc. Read, and declare the meaning!

NE When you were so indeed.

Sooth. [Reads.] When as a lion's whelp shall

, co Cym. Did you e'er meet?

himself unknown, without seeking find, and be Arv. Ay, my good lord!

embraced by a piece of tender air; and when from Gui. And at first meeting lov'd;

a stately cedar shall be lopped branches, which Continaed so, until we thought he died.

being dead many years, shall after revive, be Cor. By the queen's dram she swallow'd. jointed to the old stock, and freshly grow;

then Cym. O rare instinct !

shall Posthumus end his miseries, Britain be for When shall I hear all through? This fierce abridge- tunate, and flourish in peace and plenty.

Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp;
Hathto it circumstantial branches, which

The fit and apt construction of thy name,
Distinction should be rich in.-Where ? how liv'd you? Being Leo-natus, doth import so much:
And when came you to serve our Roman captive? The piece of tender air, thy virtuous daughter,
How parted with your brothers ? how first met them?

(To Cymbelin Why fled you from the court? and whither? These, which we call mollis aer; and mollis aer

And your three motives to the battle, with We term it mulier: which mulier, I divine,
1 know not how much more, should be demanded; Is this most constant wife ; who, even now,
And all the other by-dependencies

Answering the letter of the oracle,
From chance to chance; but nor the time, nor place, Unknown to you, unsought, were clipp'd about
Will serve our long intergatories. See,

With this most tender air.
Posthúmus anchors upon Imogen ;

Cym. This hath some seeming.
And she, like harmless lightning, throws her eye Sooth. The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline,
On him, her brothers, me, her master; hitting Personates thee : and thy lopp'd branches point
Each object with a joy; the counterchange

Thy two sons forth; who, by Belarias stolen,
Is severally in all. Let's quit this ground,

For many years thought dead, are now revir'd, And smoke the temple with our sacrifices, -- To the majestic cedar join'd; whose issue Thou art my brother; so we'll hold thee ever! Promises Britain peace and plenty.

(To Belarius. Cym. Well,
Imo. You are my father too ; and did relieve me, My peace we will begin! -- And, Caias Lncias,
To see this gracious season.

Although the victor, we submit to Caesar,
Cym. All o'erjoy'd,

And to the Roman empire; promising
Save these in bonds; let them be joyful too,

To pay our wonted tribute, from the which
For they shall taste our comfort.

We were dissuaded by our wicked queen; Imo. My good master,

Whom heavens, in justice, (both on her, and her
I will yet do you service.

Have laid most heavy hand.
Luc. Happy be you!

Sooth. The fingers of the powers above do tab?
Cym. The forlorn soldier, that so nobly fought, The harmony of this peace. The vision
He would have well becom'd this place, and grac'a Which I made known to Lucius, ere the stroke
The thankings of a king.

of this yet scarce-cold battle, at this instant Post.

Is full-accomplish’d: for the Roman eagle

, The soldier, that did company these three From south to west on wing soaring aloft, In poor beseeming; 'twas a fitment for

Lessen'd herself, and in the beams o'the sun The purpose I then follow'd.

- That I was he, So vanish'd : which foreshor'd our princely eagle


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The imperial Caesar, should again unite

A Roman and a British ensign wave
His favour with the radiant Cymbeline,

Friendly together! so through Lud's town march ;
Which shines here in the west.

And in the temple of great Iupiter
Cym. Laud we the gods !

Our peace we'll ratify; seal it with feasts !-
And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils' Set on there! - Never was a war did cease,
From our bless'd altars ! Publish we this peace Ere bloody hands were wash'd, with such a peace.
To all our subjects ! Set we forward ! let




Persons of the Drama.
Sattesisus, son to the late emperor of Rome, and Publius, son to Marcus the tribune.
afterwards declared emperor himself:

Aevilius, a noble Roman.
Bassianus, brother to Suturninus : in love with ALARBUS,

CHIRON, sons to Tamora.

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the Goths.

Aarox, a Moor, beloved by Tamora. Marcus Andronicus, tribune of the people, and a Captain, Tribune, Messenger, and Clown; Romans. brother to Titius.

Goths, and Romans.

Tamora, qucen of the Goths.

Lavinia, daughter to Titus Andronicus.
sons to Titus Andronicus.

A Nurse, and a Black Child.

Kinsmen of Titus, Senators, Tribunes, Officers,
Young Lucius, a boy, son to Lucius.

Soldiers, and Attendants,
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From weary wars against the barbarous Goths:

That, with his sons, a terror to our foes,
SCENE I. - Rome. Before the Capitol.

Hatlı yok'd a nation strong, train'd up in arms.
The tomb of the Adronici appearing; the Tribunes Ten years are spent, since first he undertook
and Senators aloft, as in the Senate. Enter, This cause of Rome, and chastised with arms
below, Saturniaus, and l:is Followers, on one side; Our enemies' pride. Five times he hath return'd
and Bassianus, and his Followers, on the other; Bleeding to Rome, bearing his valiant sons
with drum and colours.

In coffius from the field; Sat. Noble patricians, patrons of my right, And now, at last, laden with honour's spoils, 1. Defend the justice of my cause with arms!

Returns the good Andronicus to Rome, di And, countrymen, my loving followers,

Renowned Titus, flourishing in arms,

Let us entreat, - By honour of his name, alier, le Plead my successive title with your swords! ho, ereti I am his first-born son, that was the last

Whom, worthily, you would have now succeed, That wore the imperial diadem of Rome;

And in the Capitol and senate's right,

Thom ere cup Then let my father's honours live in me,

you pretend to honour and adore,
Nor wrong mine age with this indignity!

you withdraw


and abate your strength ; Bas. Romans, - friends, followers, favourers of my Dismiss your followers, and, as suitors should, right!

Plead your deserts in peace and humbleness.

Sat. How fair the tribune speaks to calm my pd branna If ever Bassianus, Caesar's son, Were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome,

Keep then this passage to the Capitol,
And suffer not dishonour to approach

Bas. Marcus Andronicus, so I do affy
The imperial seat, to virtne cousecrate,

In thy uprightness and integrity,
To justice, continence, and nobility:

And so I love and honour thee and thice,
But let desert iv pure election shine;

Thy noble brother Titus, and his sons,
And, Romans, fight for freedom in your choice!

And her, to whom my thoughts are humbled all,
Enter Marcus ANDRONICUS, aloft, with the crown.

Gracious Lavinia, Rome's rich ornament,
Mar. Princes, that strive by factions, and by And to my fortunes, and the people's favour,

That I will here dismiss my loving friends;
Ambitiously for rule and empery,

Commit my cause in balance to be weigh’d.
Know, that the people of Rome, for whom we stand

(Exeunt the Followers of Bassianus. A special party, have, by common voice,

Sat. Friends, that have been thus forward in my In election for the Roman empery,

right, Chosen Audronicus, surnamed Pius,

Į thank you all, and here dismiss


For many good and great deserts to Rome; And to the love and favour of my country
A nobler man, a braver warrior,

Commit myself, my person, and the cause!
Lives not this day within the city walls :

(Exeunt the Followers of Saturninus. He by the senate is accited liome,

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Tit. Patient yourself, madam, and pardon me! Be CE Open the gates, and let me in!

These are their brethren, whom you Goths beheld And Bas. Tribunes! and me, a poor competitor! Alive, and dead; and for their brethren slain,

Tit [Sat, and Bas, go into the Capitol, and ex- Religiously they ask a sacrifice:

Than eunt with Senators, Marcus, etc. To this your son is mark'd; and die he must, Wha: To appease their groaning shadows that are gone

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Luc. Away with him! and make a fire straight; ToEnter a Captain, and Others.

And with our swords, upon a pile of wood, Cap. Romans, make way! The good Andronicus, Let's hew his limbs, till they be clean consum'd! Romo Patron of virtue, Rome's best champion,

[Exeunt Lucius, Quintus, Martius, and Mutius, Apd 1 Successful in the battles that he fights,

with Alarbus.

And With honour and with fortune is return’d,

Tam. O cruel, irreligious piety!

Knig! From where he circumscribed with his sword, Chi. Was ever Scythia half so barbarons ? And brought to yoke, the enemies of Rome! Dem. Oppose not Scythia to ambitious Rome. Flourish of trumpets, etc. Enter Mutius and Mar- Alarbus goes to rest; and we survive tius: after them, two Men bearing a coffin co- To tremble voder Titus' threatening look.

Cprig vered with black ; then Quintus und Lucius. After Then, madam, stand resolv'd! but hope withal, them, Titus Andronicus; and then Tamora, with The self-same gods, that arm’d the queen

dar. Alarbus, Chiron, Demetrius, Aaron, and otlrer With opportunity of sharp revenge Goths, prisoners; Soldiers and People, following. Upon the Thracian tyrant in his tent, The Bearers set down the coffin, and Tirus speaks. May favour Tamora, the queen of Goths, Tit. Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning weeds! (When Goths were Goths, and Tamora was queen,

Tills Lo, as the bark, that hath discharg'd her fraught, To quit the bloody wrongs upon her foes. Returns with precious lading to the bay,

Re-enter Lucius, Quintus, Maktics, and Vetits, From whence at first she weigh'd her anchorage,

with their swords bloody. Cometh Andronicus, bound with laurel boughs, Luc. Sce, lord and father, how we have perform'd To re-salute his country with his tears!

Our Roman rites! Alarbus' limbs are lopp'd, Tears of true joy for his return to Rome! And entrails feed the sacrificing fire, Thou great defender of this Capitol,

Whose smoke, like incense, doth perfume the sky. Bus Stand gracious to the rites that we intend !. Remaineth nought, but to inter our brethren, Bri Romans, of five and twenty valiant sons,

And with loud 'larums welcome them to Rome. Half of the number that king Priam had,

Tic. Let it be so, and let Andronicus Behold the poor remains, alive, and dead ! Make this his latest farewell to their souls!

Ort These, that survive, let Rome reward with love;

[Trumpets sounded, and the coffins laid in T. These, that I bring unto their latest home,

the tomb.

Tas With burial amongst their ancestors :

In peace and honour rest you here, my sons! Here Goths have given me leave to sheath my sword ! Rome's readiest champions, repose you here, T: Titus, uukind, and careless of thine own,

Secure from worldly chances and mishaps! Why suffer'st thou thy sons, unburied yet, Here lurks no treason, here no envy swells, The To hover on the dreadful shore of Styx ?

Here grow no damned grudges ; here are no storms TE Make way to lay them by their brethren!

No noise, but silence and eternal sleep!

Tha [The tomb is opened.

There greet in silence, as the dead are wont, In peace and honour rest you here, my sons!
And sleep in peace, slain in your country's wars! Lav. In peace and honour live lord Titas long!
O sacred receptacle of my joys,

My noble lord and father, live in fame!
Sweet cell of virtne and nobility,

Lo! at this tomb my tributary tears

Coro How many sons of mine hast thou in store, I render, for my brethren's obsequies ; That thou wilt never render to me more !

And at thy feet I kneel, with tears of joy Luc. Give us the proudest prisoner of the Goths, Shed on the earth, for thy return to Rome! That we may hew his limbs, and, on a pile, o, bless me here with thg victorious hand, Ad manes fratrum sacrifice his flesh,

Whose fortunes Rome's best citizens appland! Before this earthly prison of their bones;

Tit. Kind Rome, that hast thus lovingly resery'd That so the shadows be not unappeas'd,

The cordial of mine age to glad my heart! –
Nor we disturb'd with prodigies on earth! Lavinia, live! outlive thy father's days,

Tit. I give him you; the noblest that survives, And fame's eternal date, for virtue's praise!
The eldest son of this distressed queen!

Enter MARCUS ANDRONICUS, Saturnixus, Basslasts
Tam. Stay, Roman brethren!--Gracious conqueror

and others. Victorious Titus, rue the tears I shed,

Mar. Long live lord Titus, my beloved brother

, A mother's tears in passion for her son !

Gracious triumpher in the eyes of Rome! And, if thy sons were ever dear to thee,

Tit. Thanks, gentle tribune, noble brother Marcus' 0, think my son to be as dear to me!

Mar. And welcome, nephews, from successful warh Sufficeth not, that we are brought to Rome, Yon that survive, and you that sleep in fame! To beautify thy triumphs, and return,

Fair lords, your fortunes are alike in all, Captive to thee, and to thy Roman yoke ;

That in your country's service drew your But must my sons be slaughter'd in the streets, But safer triumph is this funeral pomp, For valiant doings in their country's cause? That hath aspir'd to Solon's happiness, 0! if to fight for king and common-weal

And triumphs over chance, in honour's bed! Were piety in thine, it is in these!

Titus Andronicus, the people of Rome, Andronicus, stain not thy tomb with blood ! Whose friend in justice thou hast ever beed, Wilt thou draw near the nature of the gods? Send thee by me, their tribune, and their trust, Draw wear them then in being merciful:

This palliament of white and spotless hue;
Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge ;

And name thee in election for the empire,
Thrice-noble Titus, spare my first-born son! With these our late-deceased emperor's sons :

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The least of these unspeakable deserts,
And help to set a head on headless Rome! Romans, forget your fealty to me!
Tit. A better head her glorious body fits,

Tit. Now, madam, are you prisoner to an emperor!
Than his that shakes for age and feebleness :

[To Tamora.
What! should I don this robe, and trouble you? To him, that for your honour and your state,
Be chosen with proclamations to-day;

Will use you nobly, and your followers !
To-morrow, yield up rale, resign my life,

Sat. A goodly lady, trust me! for the hue
And set abroad new business for you all ?

That I would choose, were I to choose anew.-
Rome, I have been thy soldier forty years,

Clear up, fair queen, that cloudy countenance !
And led my country's strength successfully; Though chance of war hath wrought this change of
And buried one and twenty valiant sons,

Knighted in field, slain manfully in arms,

Thou com'st not to be made a scorn in Rome :
In right and service of their noble country: Princely shall be thy usage every way!
Give me a staff of honour for mine age,

Rest on my word and let not discontent
But not a sceptre to control the world :

Daunt all your hopes ! Madam, he comforts you,
Upright he held it, lords, that held it last! Can make you greater, than the queen of Goths.-
Mar. Titus, thou shalt obtain and ask the empery. Lavinia, you are not displeas’d with this ?
Sat. Proud and ambitious tribune, canst thou tell?- Lav. Not I, my lord! sith true nobility
Tit. Patience, prince Saturnine!

Warrants these words in princely courtesy.
Sat. Romans, do me right! -

Sat. Thanks, sweet Lavinia !- Romans, let us go!
Patricians, draw your swor and sheath them not Ransomless here, we set our prisoners free:
Till Saturninus be Rome's emperor!-

Proclaim our honours, lords, with trump and drum!
Andronicus, 'would thou were shipp'd to hell, Bas. Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is mine!
Rather than rob me of the people's hearts !

(Seizing Lavinia. Luc. Proud Saturnine, interrupter of the good Tit. How, sir? Are you in earnest then, my lord ? That noble-minded Titus means to thee!

Bas. Ay, noble Titus; and resolv'd withal,
Tit. Content thee, prince! I will restore to thee To do myself this reason and this right.
The people's hearts, and wean them from themselves. [The emperor courts Tamora in dumb show.
Bas. Andronicus, I do not flatter thee,

Mar. Suum cuique is our Roman justice !
But honour thee, and will do, till I die;

This prince in justice seizeth but his own.
My faction, if thou strengthen with thy friends, Luc. And that he will, and shall, if Lucius live.
I will most thankful be; and thanks, to men Tit. Traitors, avaunt! Where is the emperor's
Of noble minds, is honourable meed.

guard ?
Tit. People of Rome, and people's tribunes here, Treason , my lord ! Lavinia is surpris'd !
I ask your voices, and your suffrages;

Sat. Surpris’d! By whom?
Will you bestow them friendly on Andronicas ? Bas. By him that justly may
Trib. To gratify the good Andronicus,

Bear his betroth’d from all the world away.
And gratulate his safe return to Rome,

(Ereunt Marcus and Bassianus, with Lavinia. The people will accept whom he admits.

Mut. Brothers, help to convey her hence away, Tit. Tribunes, I thank you! and this suit I make, And with my sword i'll keep this door safe ! That you create your emperor's eldest son,

Exeunt Lucius, Quintus, and Martius. Lord Saturnine; whose virtues will, I hope,

Tit. Follow, my lord, and I'll soon bring her back.
Reflect on Rome, as Titan's rays on earth,

Mut. My lord, you pass not here!
And ripen justice in this common-weal:

Tit. What, villain boy!
Then if you will elect by my advice,

Barr'st me my way in Rome? (Titus kills Mutius.
Crown him, and say,

Long live our emperor! Mut. Help, Lucius, help!
Mar. With voices and applause of every sort,

Re-enter Lucius.
Patricians, and plebeians, we create

Luc. My lord, you are unjust; and, more than so,
Lord Saturninus, Rome's great emperor,

In wrongful quarrel you have slain your son.
And say, – Long live our emperor Saturnine ! Tit. Nor thou, nor he, are any sons of mine:

[ A long flourish. My sons would never so dishonour me!
Sat. Titus Andronicus, for thy favours done Traitor, restore Lavinia to the emperor!
us in our election this day,

Luc. Dead, if you will; but not to be his wife,
I give thee thanks in part of thy deserts,

That is another's lawful promis'd love. [Exit. And will with deeds requite thy gentleness! Sat. No, Titus, no! the emperor needs her not, And, for an onset, Titus, to advance

Not her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock: Thy name, and honourable family,

I'll trust by leisure him that mocks me once; Lavinia will I make my emperess,

Thee never, nor thy traitorous haughty sons
Rome's royal mistress, mistress of my heart,

Confederates all thus to dishonour me.
And in the sacred Pantheon her espouse:

Was there none else in Rome to make a stale of Tell

me, Andronicus, doth this motion please thee? Bat Saturnine? Full well, Andronicus, Tit. It doth, my worthy lord! and, in this mateh, Agree these deeds with that proud brag of thine, I hold me highly honour'd of your grace:

That said'st, 1 begg'd the empire at thy hand. And here, in sight of Rome, to Saturnine, -

Tit. O monstrous ! what reproachful words are these? King and commander of our common-weal,

Sat. But go thy ways! go, give that changing piece The wide world's emperor, -do I consecrate To him that flourish'd for her with his sword: My sword, my chariot, and my prisoners :

A valiant son-in-law thou shalt enjoy; Presents well worthy Rome's imperial lord: One fit to bandy with thy lawless so.18, Receive them then, the tribute that I owe,

To ruffle in the commonwealth of Rome. Mine honour's ensigns humbled at thy feet! Tit. These words are razors to my wounded heart ! Sat. Thanks, noble Titus, father of my

life! Sat. And therefore, lovely Tamora, queen of Goths,How prond I am of thee, and of thy gifts,

That, like the stately Phoebe 'mongst her nymphs, Rome shall record! and when I do forget

Dost overshine the gallant'st dames of Rome,


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