And with these boys mine honour thou haft woun My foes I do repute you every one, [ded. So trouble me, no more, but get you gone. [The Brother and the Sons kneel. Mar. Brother, for in that name doth nature plead. Quin. Father, and in that name doth nature speak. Fit. Speak thou no more, if all the reft will speed.. Let not young Mutius then, that was thy joy, Tit. Rife, Marcus, rife [They put him in the Tomb... Luc. There ly thy bones, fweet Mutius, with thy friends, (7) The Greeks, upon advice, did bury Ajax, That flew himfelf-] As the Author before fhewed: himself acquainted with a circumftance gleaned from Euripides, we find him here no lefs converfant with the Ajax of Sophocles; in which Ulyffes and Teucer ftrenuously contend for permission to bury the body of Ajax, though he had been declared an enemy to the confederate states of Greece. 'Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomb! [They all kneel, and fay ; No man fhed tears for noble Mutius; He lives in fame, that died in virtue's caufe. Tit. I know not, Marcus; but I know it is: That brought her for this high good turn fo far? Flourish. Re-enter the Emperor, TAMORA, CHIRON, and DEMETRIUS, with AARON the Moor, at oner door. At the other door, BASSIANUS, and LAVINIA, with others Sat. So, Baffianus, you have played your prize; God give you joy, Sir, of your gallant bride. Baf. And you of yours, my Lord; I fay no more, Nor with no lefs, and so I take my leave. [power, Sat. Traitor, if Rome, have law, or we have Thou and thy faction fhall repent this rape. Baf. Rape call you it, my Lord, to feize my own, My true-betrothed love, and now my wife! But let the laws of Rome determine all; Mean while I am poffefs'd of that is mine. Sat. 'Tis good, Sir; you are very short with us. But, if we live, we'll be as fharp with you. Baf. My Lord, what I have done, as best I may, Answer I muft, and shall do with my life; Only thus much I give your Grace to know, By all the duties which I owe to Rome, This noble gentleman, Lord Titus here,. Is in opinion and in honour wronged; That in the rescue of Lavinia, With his own hand did lay his youngest fon,, In zeal to you, and highly moved to wrath Tit. Prince Baffianus, leave to plead my deeds. 'Tis thon, and thofe that have difhonoured me: Rome and the righteous heavens be my judge, How I have loved and honoured Saturnine. Tam. My worthy Lord, if ever Tamora Were gracious in those princely eyes of thine, Then hear me fpeak indifferently, for all; And at my fuit (fweet) pardon what is past. Sat. What, Madam! be dishonoured openly, And bafely put it up without revenge? [fend Tam. Not fo, my Lord; the gods of Rome foreI fhould be author to dishonour you! But, on mine honour, dare I undertake For good Lord Titus' innocence in all; Whofe fury, not diffembled, fpeaks his griefs: Then, at my fuit, look graciously on him, Lofe not fo noble a friend on vain fuppofe, Nor with four looks afflict his gentle heart.. My Lord, be ruled by me, be won at last, Diffemble all your griefs and difcontents: You are but newly planted in your throne; Left then the people and patricians too, Upon a juft furvey, take Titus' part, And fo fupplant us for ingratitude, Which Rome reputes to be a hainous fin, Yield at intreats, and then let me alone; I'll find a day to massacre them all, And raze their faction, and their family, The cruel father, and his traitorous fons, To whom I fued for my dear fon's life: And make them know what 'tis to let a Queen Kneel in the ftreets, and beg for grace in vain.- Afide. Come, come, fweet Emperor,-come, AndronicusTake up this good old man, and chear the heart That dies in tempeft of thy angry frown. Sat. Rife, Titus, rife; my Emprefs hath prevailed. And must advise the Emperor for his good. Luc. We do, and vow to Heaven and to his That what we did was mildly, as we might, Mar. That on mine honour here I do protest. The Tribune and his nephews kneel for grace, Sat. Marcus, for thy fake and thy brother's here, And at my lovely Tamora's intreats, I do remit these young men's hainous faults. I found a friend; and, fure as death, I fwore, You are my guest, Lavinia, and your friends; 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. Sat. Be it fo, Titus, and gramercy too. [Exeunt. No ACT II. SCENE, before the Palace. Enter AARON alone. AARON. Ow climbeth Tamora Olympus' top, (8) Upon her wit doth earthly honour wait, (9) (8) Now climbeth Tamora Olympus' top, Safe out of Fortune's fhot; and fits aloft, Secure of thunder's crack, or lightning flash ;] The images here feem to be borrowed from Claudian's defcription of the fummit of Olympus, in his poem on Mallius Theodorus's consulship. -Ut altus Olympi Vertex, qui Spatio ventos hiemefque relinquit, Celfior exurgit pluviis, auditque ruentes Sub pedibus nimbos, et rauca tonitrua calcat. Mr Warburton. (9) Upon her wit doth early honour wait,] I don't know for what reafon, or whether by chance, Mr VOL. XI. C |