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Saturninus, son to the late emperor of Rome, and after. || Aaron, a Moor, beloved by Tamora. wards declared emperor himself.

A Captain, Tribune, Messenger, and Clown ; Romans. Bassianus, brother to Saturninus; in love with Lavinia. Goths and Romans. Titus Andronicus, a noble Roman, general against the

Goths. Marcus Andronicus, tribune of the people ; and broth || Tamora, queen of the Goths. er to Titus.

Lavinia, dcughter to Titus Andronicus. Lucius,

4 Nurse, and a Black Child. Quintus,

sons to Titus Andronicus. Martius, Mutius,

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

diers, and Attendants.
Publius, son to Marcus the tribune.
Æmilius, a noble Roman.

SCENE, Rome ; and the country near it.
Chiron, sons to Tamora.


From weary wars against the barbarous Goths; SCENE 1.- Rome. Before the Capitol. The Tomb of Hath yok'd a nation strong, train'd up in arms.

That, with his sons, a terror to our foes, the Andronici appearing; the Tribunes and Senators aloft, as in the Senate. Enler, below, Saturninus and Ten years are spent, since first he undertook his Followers, on one side ; and Bassianus and his This cause of Rome, and chastised with arms Followers, on the other; with drum and colours.

Our enemies' pride: Five times he hath return'd

Bleeding to Rome, bearing his valiant sons

In coffins from the field;

And now at last, laden with honour's spoils, OBLE patricians, patrons of my right,

Returns the good Andronicus to Rome, Defend the justice of my cause with arins ;

Renowned Titus, flourishing in arms.
And, countrymen, my loving followers,

Let us entreat,-By honour of his name,
Plead my successive title with your swords:
I am his first-bora son, that was the last

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

And in the capitol and senate's right, Then let my father's honours live in me,

Whom you pretend to honour and adore,

That you withdraw you, and abate your strength; Nor wrong mine age with this indignity.

Dismiss your followers, and, as suitors should, Bas. Romans,-friends, followers, favourers of my

Plead your deserts in peace and humbleness. right,

Sat. How fair the tribune speaks to calm my -If ever Bassianus, Cæsar's son,

thoughts ! Were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome,

Bas. Marcus Andronicus, so I do affy Keep then this passage to the capitol ;

In thy uprightness and integrity, And suffer not dishonour to approach

And so I love and honour thee and thine, The imperial seat, to virtue consecrate,

Thy nobler brother Titus, and his sons, To justice, continence, and nobility:

And her, to whom my thoughts are humbled all, But let desert in pure election shine;

Gracious Lavinia, Rome's rich ornament, And, Romans, fight for freedom in your choice.

Tbat I will here dismiss my loving friends; Enter Marcus Andronicus, aloft, with the Crown. And to my fortunes, and the people's favour,

Mar. Princes—that strive by factions, and by friends, Commit my enuse in balance to be weigh’d. Ambitiously for rule and empery, –

[Excunt the Followers of Bassianus. Know, that the people of Rome, for whom we stand Sat. Friends, that have been thus forward in my A special party, have, by common voice,

right, In election for the Roman empery,

I thank you all, and here dismiss you all ; Choçen Andronicus, surnamed Pius,

And to the love and favour of my country For many good and great deserts to Rome ;

Commit myself, my person, and the cause. A nobler man, a braver warrior,

[E.reunt the Followers of Saturninus, Lives not this day within the city walls :

Rome, be as just and gracious unto me, He by the senate is accited home

As I am confident and hind to thee.--

Open the gates, and let me in.

Draw near them then in being mercini: Bos. Tribunes! and me, a poor competitor. Sweet mercy is nobility,s true badge. (Sat. and Bas, go into the Capitol, and exeunt Thrice-noble Titus, spare my first-born son, with Senators, Mar. &C. Tit. Patient yourself, madam, and pardon me

These are their brethren, whom you Goths betseld! SCENE II.-The same. Enter a Captain, and others Alive, and dead; and for their brethren slain,

Cap. Romans, make way; The good Andronicus, Religiously they ask a sacrifice : Patron of virtue, Rome's best champion,

To this your son is mark'd ; and die he must, Suceessful in the battles that he fights,

To appease their groaning shadows that are gone With honour and with fortune is returnd,

Luc. Away with him! and make a fire straight : From where he circumscribxed with his sword, And with our swords, upon a pile of wood, And brought to yoke, the enemies of Rome.

Let's hew his limbs, till they be clean consum'd. Flourish of trumpets, &C. Enter Mutius and Marti [Eac. Luc. Quin. Mart. and Mut. with Alarlos us : after them, two Men bearing a cofin covered

Tam. O cruel, irreligious piety! with black; then Quintus and Lucius. After them,

Chi. Was ever Scythia half so barbarous? Titus Andronicas; and then Tamora, with Alarbus,

Dem. Oppose not Scythia to ambitious Rome. Chiron, Demetrius, Aaron, and other Goths, prisoir

Alarbus goes to rest ; and we survive ers; Soldiers and People, following. The Bearers

To tremble under Titus' threatening looke set down the coffin, and Titus speaks.

Then, madam, stand resolv'd; but hope withal,

The self-same gods, that arm'd the queen of Troy Tit. Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning weeds!

With opportunity of sharp revenge Lo, as the bark, that hath discharg'a her fraught,

Upon the Thracian tyrant in his tent, Retums with precious lading to the bay,

May favour Tamora, the queen of Goths, From whence at first she weigh'd her anchorage,

(When Goths were Goths, and Tamora was qucer) Cometh Andronicus, bound with laurel boughs

To quit the bloody wrongs upon her foes.
To re-salute his country with his tears;
Tears of true joy for his return to Rome.-

Re-enter Lucius, Quintus, Martias, and Mutius, with Thou great defender of this capitol,

their swords bloody. Stand gracious to the rites that we intend !

Lr. See, lord and father, how we have performd Romans, of five and twenty valiant sons,

Our Roman rites: Alarbus' limbs are lopp'd Half of the number that king Priam had,

And entrails feed the sacrificing fire, Behold the poor remains, alive, and dead!

Whose smoke, like incense, doth perfume the sky. These, that survive, let Rome reward with lare; Remaineth nought, but to inter our brethren, These, that I bring unto their latest home,

And with loud 'larums welcome them to Rome With burial amongst their ancestors:

Tit. Let it be so, and let Andronicus Here Goths bare given me kare to sheathe my swort. Make this his latest farewell to their souls. Titus, unkind, and careless of thine own,

[Trumpets sounded, and the coffins laid in die tone Why suffer'st thou thy sons, unhurierl yet,

In peace and bonour rest you here, my sons ; To hover on the dreadful sliore of Styx !-

Rome's readiest champions, repose you here, Make way to lay them by their brethren,

Secure from wordly chances and mishaps! [The tomb is opencil. Here lurks no treason, here no envy swells

, There greet in silence, as the dead are wont, Here grow no damned grudges; here, are no stenes, And sleep in peace, slain in your country's wars ! No noise, but silence and eternal sleep: O sacred receptacle of my joys,

Ester Lavinia. Sweet cell of virtue and nobility,

In peace and honour rest you here, my sons ! How many sons of mine last thou in store,

Lav. In peace and honour live lord Titus long That thou wilt never render to me more?

My noble lord and father, live in fame!
Lw. Give us the proudest prisoner of the Goths,
That we may læw bis limbs, and, on a pile,

Lo! at this tomb my tributary tears

I render, for my brethren's obsequies ;
Ad munes fratrum sacrifice bis fleshi,
Before this earthly prison of their bones;

And at thy feet I kneel with tears of jos "That so the shadows be not umappeas'd,

Shed on the earth, for thy return to Rowe: Nor we disturb’d with prodigies on enrth.

O, bless me here with thy victorious band, Tit. I give him you; the noblest that survivesi,

Whose fortanes Rone's best eitizens applaut The eldest son of this distressed queen.

Tit. Kiad Rome, that hast thens lovingly reservo Tam. Stay,–Roman brethren ;-Gracious congues Lavinia, live ; catlive thy father's days:

The contial of mine age to glad my heart!or, Victorious Titus, rue the tears I shed,

And fame's eternal date, for vistuse's praise ! A mother's tears in passion for her son:

Enter Marcus Androniens, Saturninus, Pussianus, are And, if thy sons were ever dear to thee,

others. Q, think my son to be as dear to me.

Mnr. Long live ford Titus, ray beloved brother, Sufficeth not, that we are brought to Rome,

Gracious triumpher in the eyes of Rome! To beausify thy triumphs, and return,

Tit. Thanks, gentle tribune, noble brother Marcas Captive to thee, and to thy Roman yoke ;

Mar. And welcome, nephews, from successful wars, Bit must my sons be slaughter'd in the streets, You that survive, and you that sleep in fame. For valinn doings in their country's cause?

Fair lords, your fortunes are alike in all, O! if to fight for king and common wcal

That in you country's service drew your swords: Were piety in thine, it is in these.

But safer triumph is this funeral pomp, Andronicus, stain uot thy tomb with blood :

That hath aspir'd to Solon's happiness, Wilt thou draw near the nature of the gods?

And triumphs over chance, in honour's beds

Titus Andronicus, the people of Rome,

The wide world's emperor, -do I consecrate Whose friend in justice thou hast ever been,

My sword, my chariot, and my prisoners; Send thee, by me, their tribune, and their trust, Presents well worthy Rome's imperial lon: This palliament of white and spotless bue;

Receive them then, the tribute that I owe, And name thee in election for the empire,

Mine honour's en signs humbled at thy feet. With these our late-deceased emperor's sons :

Sat. Thanks, noble Titus, father of my life! Be candidatus then, and put it on,

How prond I am of thee, and of thy gifts, And help to set a head on healless Rome.

Rome shall record; and, when I do forget Tit. A better head her glorious body fits,

The least of these unspeakable deserts, Tban his, that shakes for age and feeblent ss :

Romans, forget your sealty to me. What! should I don this robe, and trouble you? Ti. Now, madam, are you prisoner to an emperor; Be chosen with proclamations today;

[To Tamora. Tomorrow, yield up rule, resign my life,

To him, that for your honour and your state, And set abroad new business for you all ?

Will use you nobly, and your followers. Rome, I have been thy soldier forty years,

Sat. A goolly lady, trust me; of the hue And buried one and twenty valiant sons,

That I would choose, were I to choose anew.Knighted in field, slain manfully in arms,

Clear up, fair queen, that cloudy countenance; In right and service of their noble country:

Though chance of war hath wrought this change of Give me a staff of honour for mine age,

cheer, But not a sceptre to control the world:

Thou coin't not to be made a scorn in Rome: Upright he held it, lords, that held it last.

Princely shall be thy usage every way. Mar. Titus, thou shalt obtain and ask the empery. Rest on my word, and let not discontent Sat. Proud and ambitious tribune, canst thou tell ?

Daunt all your hopes: madam, he comforts you, Tit. Patience, prince Saturnine.

Can make you greater than the queen of Goths.Sat.

Romans, do me right ; Lavinia, you are not displeas'd with this? Patricians, draw your sworils, and sheathe them not

Lav. Not I, my lord; sith true nobility Til Saturninus be Rome's emperor :

Warrants these words in princely courtesy. Andronicus, 'would thou wert shipp'd to hell,

Sat. Thanks, sweet Lavinia.---Romans, let us go: Rather than rob me of the people's hearts.

kansomeless here we set our prisoners free: Luc. Proud Saturnine, interrupter of the good Proclaim our horours, lords, with trump and drum. The noble-minded Titus means to thee!

Bas. Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is mine. Tit. Content thee, prince ; I will restore to thee

(Seizing Lavinia. The people's hearts, and wean them from wemselves. Tit. How, sir? are you in earnest then, my lord ? Bas. Andronicus, I do not flatter thee,

Bas. Ay, noble Titus; and resolv'd withal, But honour thee, and will do till I die;

To do myself this reason and this right. My faction if thou strengthen with thy friends,

[The Emperor courts Tamora in dumb shorv. I will most úankful be: and thanks, to men

Mar. Suum cuique is our Roman justice: Of noble minds, is honourable mecd.

This prince in justice seizeth but his own. Tit. People of Rome, and people's tribunes here, Lue. And that he will, and shall, if Lucius live. I ask your voices, and your suffrages;

Tit. Traitors, araunt! Where is tlie emperor's Will you bestow them friendly on Andronicus ?

guard ? Trib. To gratify the good Andronicus,

- Treason, my lord ; Lavinia is surpriz'd. And gratulate his safe return to Rome,

Sat. Surpriz'd! By whom? The people will accept whom he almits.


By him that justly may Tát. Tribunes, I thank you : and this suit I make, Bear his betroth'd from all the world away. That you create your emperor's eldest son,

[E.reunt Marcus and Bassianus, with Lavinia. Lord Saturnine; whose virtues will, I hope,

Mut. Brothers, help to convey her hence away, Reflect on Rome, as Titan's rays on earth,

And with my sword I'll keep this door safe. And ripen justice in this common-weal:

[Exeunt Lucias, Quintus, and Martius, Then if you will elect by my advice,

Tit. Follow, my lord, and I'll soon bring her back. Crown him, and say,-Long live our emperor !

Mut. My lord, you pass not here. Mar. With voices and applause of every sort,


What, villain boy! Patricians, and plebeians, we create

Barr'st me my way in Rome? [*Titus kills Mutius. Lord Saturninus, Rome's great emperor;


Help, Lucius, help! And say,-Long live our emperor Saturnine !

Re-enter Lucius. (A long flourish.

Luc. My lord, you are unjust; and, more than so, Sat. Titus Andronieus, for thy favours done

In wrongful quarrel you have slain your son. To us in our election this day,

Tit. Nor thou, nor he, are any sons of mine : I give thee thanks in part of thy deserts,

My sons would never so dishonour me: And will with deeds requite thy gentleness :

Traitor, restorc Lavinia to the emperor. And, for an onset, Titus, to advance

Luc. D ad, if you will; but not to be his wife, Thy name, and bonourable family,

That is another's lawsul promis'd love. (Exits Lavinia will I make my einperess,

Sat. No, Tills, no; the emperor needs her not, Rorge's royal mistress, mistress of my heart,

Noc her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock: And in the sacred Pantheon her esponse :

I'll trust, by leisure, him that mocks me once; Tell me, Andronicus, doth this motion please thee? Thee never, nor thy trnitorus laughty sons,

Tit. It doth, my noble lord; and, in this match, Confederates all thus to dishonour mie. 1 hold me brighly lunourd of your grace:

Was there none else in Rome to make a stale of, And here, in sight of Rome, to Saturnine,-

But Saturnine? Full well, Andronicus, King and commander of our commonweal,

Agree the devels with that proud brag of thine,

That sidst, I begg'd the empire at thy hands.

Mar. Brother, for in that name doth irure plead. Tit. O monstrous! what reproachful words are these? Quin, Father, and in that name doth nature speak.

Sat. But go thy ways; go, give that changing-piece Tit. Speak thou no more, if all the rest will speed. To him that flourish'd for her with his sword:

Mar. Renowned Titus, more than half my soul,A valiant son-in-law thou shalt enjoy ;

Luc. Dear father, soul and substance of us allOne fit to bandy with thy lawless sons,

Mar. Suffer thy brother Marcus to inter To ruffle in the commonwealth of Rome.

His noble nephew here in virtue's nest, Tit. These words are razors to my wounded heart. That died in honour and Lavinia's cause.

Sat. And therefore, lovely Taniora, queen of Goths, Thou art a Roman, be not barbarous. -That, like the stately Phæbe 'mongst ber nymphs, The Greeks, upon advice, did bury Ajax Dost overshine the gallant'st dames of Rome, That slew himself; and wise Laertes' son If thou be pleas'd with this my sudden choice, Did graciously plead for his funerals: Behold, I choose thee, Tamora, for my bride, Let not young Mutius then, that was thy joy, And will create thee emperess of Rome.

Be barr'd his entrance here. Speak, queen of Goths, dost thou applaud my choice ? Til.

Rise, Marcus, rise :And here I swear by all the Roman gods,

The dismall'st day is this, that e'er I saw, Sith priest and holy water are so near,

To be dishonour'd by my sons in Rome! And tapers burn so bright, and every thing

Well, bury him, and bury me the next. In readiness for Hymeneus stand,

[Mutius is put inta the tent. I will not re-salute the streets of Rome,

Luc. There lie thy bones, sweet Mutius, with they Or climb my palace, till from forth this place

friends, I lead espousd my bride along with me.

Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomb!Tam. And here, in sight of heaven, to Rome I swear, All. No man shed tears for noble Mutius; If Saturnine advance the queen of Goths,

He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause. She will a bandmaid be to his desires,

Mar. My lord, -to step out of these dreary dumps, A loving nurse, a mother to his youth.

How comes it, that the subtle queen of Gothis Sat. Ascend, fair queen, Pantheon :-Lords, accom Is of a sudden tbus advanc'd in Rome? pany

Tit. I know not, Marcus; but, I know, it is; Your noble emperor, and his lovely bride,

Whether by device, or no, the heavens can tell: Sent by the heavens for prince Saturnine,

Is she not then beholden to the man Whose wisdom hath her fortune conquerel :

That brought her for this bigh good turn so far? There shall we consummate our spousal ritrs.

Yes, and will nobly him remunerate.
(Exeunt Saturninus, and his followers : Tamo-
ra, and her sons; Aaron and Goths.

Flourish. Re-enter, at one side, Saturninus, ettended Til. I am not bid 10 wait upon this bride ;

Tamora, Chiron, Demetrius, and Aaron: At the ato Titus, when wert thou wont to walk alone,

er, Bassianus, Lavinia, and others. Dishonour'd thus, and challenged of wrongs?

Sar. So, Bassianus, you have play'd your prize; Re-enter Marcus, Lucius, Quintus, and Martius.

God give you joy, sir, of your gallant bride.

Bas. And you of yours, my lord: I say no more, Mar, 0, Titus, sec, 0, sce, wliat thou hast done! Nor wish no less; and so I take my leave. In a bad quarrel slain a virtuous son.

Sat. Traitor, if Rome have law, or we have power, Tit. No, foolislı tribune, no; no son of mine, Thou and thy faction shall repent this rape. Nor thoni, nor these, confederates in the deed

Bas. Rape, call you it, my lord, lo seize my own 'That hath dishonour'd all our family:

My true-betrotherl love, and now my wife? Unwortiny brother, and unworthy sons !

But let the laws of Rome determine all; Lu. But let us give him burial, as becomes ; Mean while I am possessed of that is mine. Give Muntius burial with our brethren.

Sat. 'Tis good, sir : You are very short with us; Tit. Traitors, away! he rests not in this tomb. But, if we live, we'll be as sharp with you. This monument five hundred years hath stood,

Bas. My lord, what I have done, as best I mas, Which I have suinptuously re-cdified ;

Answer I must, and shall do with my life.
Here none but soldiers, and Rome's servitors, Only thus much I give your grace to know,
Repose in fame; none basely slain in brawls : By all the duties that I owe to Rome,
Bu:y him where you can, he comes not here. This noble gentleman, lord Titus here,
Mar. My lord, this is impiety in you:

Is in opinion, and honour, wrong'd;
My nephew Mutius' deeds do plead for him;

That, in the rescue of Lavinia, He must be buried with his brethren.

With his own hand did slay his youngest son, Quin. Mart. And shall, or him we will accompany. In zeal to you, and highly mov'd to wrath Tit. And shall? What villain was it spoke that To be control'd in that he frankly gave : word?

Receive him then to favour, Saturnine ; Quin. He that would vouch't in any place but here. || That hath express'd himself, in all his deeds, Tit. What would you bury him in my despite? A father, and a friend, to thee, and Romne. Mar. No, noble Titus ; but entreat of thee

Tit. Prince Bassianus, leave to plead my deeds; To parlon Mutius, and to bury him.

"Tis thou, and those, that have dishonourd me: Tit. Marcus, eren thou hast struck upon my crest, Rome and the righteous heavens be my judge, And, with these hoys, mine honour thou hast wounded : How I have lov'd and honour'd Saturnine! My focs I do repute you every one ;

Tam. My worthy lord, if ever Tamora So trouble me no more, but get yon gone.

Were gracious in those princely eyes of thine, Mart. He is not with himself, let us withdraw. Then hear me speak indifferently for all; Quin. Sot I, till Mutius' bones be buried.

And at my suit, sweet, pardon what is past. (Vareus and the sons of Timus hincel. Set. What! masham! be dishonon 'd openis,

Ônd basely put it up without revenge?

Tom. Not so, my lord; the gods of Rome forefend,
I should be author to dishonour you !

SCENE 1.-The same. Before the Palace. Enter

But, on mine honour, dare I undertake
For good lord Titus' innocence in all,

Whose fury, not dissenabled, speaks his griefs :

NOW climbeth Tamora Olympus' top, Then, at my suit, look graciously on him;

Safe out of fortune's shot; and sits aloft, Lose not so noble a friend on vain suppose,

Secure of thunder's crack, or lightning's flash; Nor with sour looks afflict his gentle heart. Advanc'd above pale envy's threat'ning reach. My lord, te rul'd by me, le won at last,

As when the golden sun salutes the morn, Dissemble all your griefs and discontents:

And, having gilt the ocean with his beams, You are bnt newly planted in your throne;

Gallops the zodiac in his glistering coach, Lest then the people, and patricians too,

And overlooks the highest-peering hills; Upon a just survey, take Titus' part,

So Tamora. And so supplant us for ingratitude,

Upon her wit doth eartbly honour wait, (Which Rome reputes to be a heinous sin,)

And virtue stoops and trembles at her frown. Yield at entreats, and then let me alone :

Then, Aaron, arm thy heart, and fit thy thoughts, I'll find a day to massacre them all,

To mount aloft with thy imperial mistress, And raze their faction, and their family,

And mount her pitch; whom thou in triumph long The cruel father, and his traitorous sons,

Hast prisoner beld, fetter'd in amorous chains;
To whom I sued for my dear son's life;

And faster bound to Aaron's charming eyes,
And make them know, what 'tis to let a queen Than is Prometheus tied to Caucasus.
Kneel in the streets, and beg for grace in vain. [Aside | Away with slavish weeds, and idle thoughts !
-Come, come, sweet emperor, --come, Andronicus, - I will be bright, and shine in pearl and gold,
Take up this good old man, and cheer the heart To wait upon this new-made emperess.
That dies in tempest of thy angry frown.

To wait, said I ? to wanton with this queen,
Sat. Rise, 'Titus, rise; my empress hath prevailid. This goddess, this Semiramis ;-this queen,

Tit. I thank your majesty, and her, my lori : This syren, that will charm Rome's Saturnine,
These worils, these looks, infuse new life in me. And see his shipwreck, and his commonweal's.
Tam. Titus, I am incorporate in Rome,

Holla! what storm is this?
A Roman now adopted happily,

Enter Chiron, and Demetrius, braving.
And must advise the emperor for his good.
This day all quarrels die, Andronicus ;-

Dem. Chiron, thy years want wit, thy wit wants And let it be mine honour, guod my lord,

edge, That I have reconcil'd your friends and you.“

And manners, to intrude where I am grac'd ; For you, prince Bassianus, I have passed

And may, for aught thou know'st, affected be. My word and promise to the emperor,

Chi. Demeirius, thou dost over-ween in all;

And so in this to bear me down with braves. That you will be more mild and tractable.

"Tis not the difference of a year, or two, And fear not, lords,-and you, Lavinia ;By my advice, all humbled upon your knees,

Makes me less gracious, thee more fortunate:

I am as able, and as fit, as thou,
You shall ask pardon of his majesty.
Luc. We do; and vow to heaven, anul to his high- | And that my sword upon thee shall approve,

To serve, and to deserve my mistress' grace;
That, that we did, was mildly, as we might,

And plead my passions for Lavinia's love.

Aar. Clubs, clubs! These lovers will not kcep the Tend'ring our sister's honour, and our own.

peace. Mar. That on mine honour here I do protest.

Dem. Why, boy, although our mother, unadvis'd, Sat. Away, and talk not; trouble us no more.

Gave you a dancing-rapier by your side, Tam. Nay, nay, sweet emperor, we must all be friends :

Are you sw desperate grown, to threat your friends?

Go to; have your lath glued within your sheath, The tribune and his nephews kneel for grace;

Till you know better how to handle it. I will not be denied. Sweet heart, look back.

Chi. Meanwhile, sir, with the little skill I have, Sat. Mareus, for thy sake, and thy brother's here,

Full well shalt thou perceive how much I dare. And at my lovely Tamora's entreats,

Dem. Ay, boy, grow ye so brave? [They drato. I do remit these young men's heinous fault.


Why, how now, lords? Stand up.

So near the emperor's palace dare you draw,
Lavinia, though you left me like a charl,

And maintain such a quarrel openly?
I found a friend; and sure as death I swore,
I would not part a bachelor from the priest.

Full well I wot the ground of all this grudge;

I would not for a million of gold, Come, if the emperor's conrt can least two brides,

The cause were known to them it most concerns : You are my guest, Lavinia, and your friends :

Nor would your noble mother, for much more,
This day shall be a love day, 'Tamora.
Tit. Tomorrow, an it please your majesty,

Be so dishonour'd in the court of Rome.

For shame, put up. To hunt the panther and the bart with me,


Not I; till I have shcath'd With

born and hotind, we'll give your grace bonjour. || My rapier in his bosom, and, withal,
Sæt. Be it so, Tits, and gramerey 100. [Excunt,

Thrust these reproachful speeches down his throat,
That he hath breath'd in my dishonour here.

Chi. For that I am prepard and ful resolvd,

Foul-spoken coward! that thunder'st with thy tongue 88

And with thy weapon nothing dar'st perform.

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