Manet TITUS ANDRONICUS. Tit. I am not bid to wait upon this bride ;Titus, when wert thou wont to walk alone, Dishonour'd thus, and challenged of wrongs? Enter MARCUS ANDRONICUS, LUCIUS, QUINTUS, and MARCUS. Mar. O, Titus, see, O, see, what thou hast done! In a bad quarrel slain a virtuous son. Tit. No, foolish tribune, no; no son of mine,— Nor thou, nor these, confederates in the deed That hath dishonour'd all our family; Unworthy brother, and unworthy sons! Luc. But let us give him burial, as becomes; Give Mutius burial with our brethren. Tit. Traitors, away! he rests not in this tomb. Here none but soldiers, and Rome's servitors, 350 360 [TITUS' Sons speak. Sons. And shall, or him we will accompany. Tit. And shall? What yillain was it spoke that word? [TITUS' Son speaks. Quin. He that would vouch't in any place but here. Tit. What, would you bury him in my despight? Mar. No, noble Titus; but entreat of thee To pardon Mutius, and to bury him. Tit. Marcus, even thou hast struck upon my crest. And, with these boys, mine honour thou hast wounded. My foes I do repute you every one; So trouble me no more, but get you gone. Luc. He is not with himself; let us withdraw. 370 [The Brother and the Sons kneel. Mar. Brother, for in that name doth nature plead. Quin. Father, and in that name doth nature speak. Tit. Speak thou no more, if all the rest will speed. Mar. Renowned Titus, more than half my soul,Luc. Dear father, soul and substance of us all, Mar. Suffer thy brother Marcus to inter Let not young Mutius then, that was thy joy, 380 Tit. Rise, Marcus, rise : The dismallest day is this, that e'er I saw, 390 [They put him in the Tomb. Luc. There lie thy bones, sweet Mutius, with thy friends. 'Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomb !—' [They all kneel and say z No man shed tears for noble Mutius; He lives in fame, that dy'd in virtue's cause. Mar. My lord, to step out of these dreary dumps, How comes it, that the subtle queen of Goths Tit. I know not, Marcus; but, I know, it is; That brought her for this high good turn so far? Flourish. 400 Re-enter the Emperor, TAMORA, CHIRON, DEMETRIUS, with AARON the Moor, at one Door: At the other Door, BASSIANUS and LAVINIA, with others. Sat. So, Bassianus, you have play'd your prize; God give you joy, sir, of your gallant bride. Bas. And you of yours, my lord: I say no more, Nor wish no less; and so I take my leave. Sat. Sat. Traitor, if Rome have law, or we have power, Thou and thy faction shall repent this rape. Bas. Rape, call you it, my lord, to seize my own, My true betrothed love, and now my wife? But let the laws of Rome determine all; Mean while I am possest of that is mine. 411 Sat. 'Tis good, sir: You are very short with us; But, if we live, we'll be as sharp with you. Bas. My lord, what I have done, as best I may, With his own hand did slay his youngest son, 420 Tit. Prince Bassianus, leave to plead my deeds; 'Tis thou, and those, that have dishonour'd me: 430 Rome and the righteous heavens be my judge, How I have lov'd and honour'd Saturnine! Tam. My worthy lord, if ever Tamora Were gracious in those princely eyes of thine, Then hear me speak, indifferently for all; And at my suit, sweet, pardon what is past. Sat. Sat. What, madam! be dishonour'd openly, Tam. Not so, my lord; The gods of Rome fore- I should be author to dishonour you ! Kneel in the streets, and beg for grace in vain. 440 [Aside. Come, come, sweet emperor,-come, Andronicus,—— Take up this good old man, and cheer the heart That dies in tempest of thy angry frown. 463 Sat. |