Speak, Romans, speak: and, if you fay, we shall,
Lo, hand in hand, Lucius and I will fall.

Emil. Come, come, thou reverend man of Rome,
And bring our emperor gently in thy hand,
Lucius our emperor; for, well I know,

The common voice do cry, it shall be so.

Rom. [Several peak.] Lucius, all hail; Rome's royal emperor!

LUCIUS, &c. defcend.

Mar. Go, go into old Titus' forrowful house;

[To an Attendant.

And hither hale that misbelieving Moor,

To be adjudg'd fome direful flaughtering death,
As punishment for his moft wicked life.

Rom. [Several fpeak.] Lucius, all hail; Rome's gracious governor!

Luc. Thanks, gentle Romans; May I govern fo,
To heal Rome's harms, and wipe away her woe!
But, gentle people, give me aim awhile,-
For nature puts me to a heavy task ;—
Stand all aloof;-but, uncle, draw you near,
To shed obfequious tears upon this trunk :—
O, take this warm kifs on thy pale cold lips,

[Kiffes TITUS. These forrowful drops upon thy blood-stain'd face, The laft true duties of thy noble son !

Mar. Tear for tear, and loving kiss for kiss,
Thy brother Marcus tenders on thy lips :
O, were the sum of these that I should pay
Countless and infinite, yet would I pay them!

Luc. Come hither, boy; come, come, and learn of us To melt in showers: Thy grandfire lov'd thee well:

Many

Many a time he danc'd thee on his knee,
Sung thee afleep, his loving breast thy pillow;
Many a matter hath he told to thee,

Meet, and agreeing with thine infancy;
In that refpect then, like a loving child,
Shed yet fome fmall drops from thy tender fpring,
Because kind nature doth require it fo:
Friends fhould affociate friends in grief and woe
Bid him farewell; coinmit him to the grave;
Do him that kindness, and take leave of him.

Boy. O grandfire, grandfire! even with all my heart 'Would I were dead, fo you did live again !O lord, I cannot speak to him for weeping; My tears will choke me, if I ope my mouth.

Enter Attendants, with AARON.

1 Rom. You fad Andronici, have done with woes; Give fentence on this execrable wretch,

That hath been breeder of thefe dire events.

Luc. Set him breast-deep in earth, and famish him; There let him ftand, and rave and cry for food:

If any one relieves or pities him,

For the offence he dies. This is our doom:

Some stay, to fee him faften'd in the earth.

Aar. O, why fhould wrath be mute, and fury dumb? I am no baby, I, that, with base prayers,

I should repent the evils I have done;
Ten thousand, worse than ever yet I did,
Would I perform, if I might have my will;
If one good deed in all my life I did,

I do repent it from my very foul.

Luc. Some loving friends convey the emperor hence, And give him burial in his father's grave:

My

My father, and Lavinia, fhall forthwith
Be clofed in our household's monument.
As for that heinous tiger, Tamora,

No funeral rite, nor man in mournful weeds,
No mournful bell fhall ring her burial;

But throw her forth to beafts, and birds of prey:
Her life was beast-like, and devoid of pity;

And, being so, shall have like want of pity.
See justice done to Aaron, that damn'd Moor,
By whom our heavy haps had their beginning:
Then, afterwards, to order well the state;
That like events may ne'er it ruinate.

[Exeunt.

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