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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.
Luc. He is not now himself, let us withdraw.
Quin. Not I, 'till Mutius' bones be buried.

[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..
Mar. Renowned Titus, more than half my foul,--.
Luc. Dear father, foul and substance of us all.----
Mar. Suffer thy brother Marcus to inter
His noble nephew here in virtue's neft,
That died in honour, and Lavinia's caufe..
Thou art a Roman, be not barbarous.
The Greeks, upon advice, did bury Ajax, (7)
That flew himself; and wife Laertes' fon
Did graciously plead for his funerals.

Let not young Mutius then, that was thy joy,
Be barred his entrance here.

Tit. Rife, Marcus, rife
The difmalleft day is this that ever I faw,
To be duhonoured by my fons in Rome:
Well; bury him, and bury me the next.

[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.
Mar. My Lord, to step out of thefe dreary dumps,
How comes it that the fubtle Queen of Goths
Is of a fudden thus advanced in Rame?

Tit. I know not, Marcus; but I know it is:
If by device or no, the heavens can tell:
Is the not then beholden to the man

That brought her for this high good turn fo far?
Yes; and will nobly him remunerate.

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
To be controuled in that he frankly gave;
Receive him then to favour, Saturnine:
That hath express'd himself in all his deeds
A father and a friend to thee, and Rome.

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.
Tit. I thank your Majesty, and her; my Lord,
These words, these looks infuse new life in me.
Tam. Titus, I am incorporate in Rome,
A Roman now adopted happily:

And must advise the Emperor for his good.
This day all quarrels die, Andronicus;
And let it be my honour, good my Lord,
That I have reconciled your friends and you.
For you, Prince Baffianus, I have past
My word and promife to the Emperor,
That you will be more mild and tractable.
And fear not, Lords; and you, Lavinia,
By my advice all humbled on your knees,
You fhall afk pardon of his Majefty.

Luc. We do, and vow to Heaven and to his
Highnefs,

That what we did was mildly, as we might,
Tendering our fifter's honour and our own.

Mar. That on mine honour here I do protest.
Sat. Away, and talk not; trouble us no more.-
Tam. Nay, nay, fweet Emperor, we must all be
friends.

The Tribune and his nephews kneel for grace,
I will not be denied; fweet-heart, look back.

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.
Lavinia, though you left me like a churl,

I found a friend; and, fure as death, I fwore,
I would not part a batchelor from the priest.
Come, if the Emperor's court can feast two brides,

You are my guest, Lavinia, and your friends;
This day shall be a love-day, Tamora.

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)
Safe out of Fortune's fhot; and fits aloft,
Secure of thunder's crack, or lightning flash;
Advanced above pale envy's threatning reach;
As when the golden fun falutes the morn,
And, having gilt the occan with his beams,
Gallops the zodiac in his gliftring coach,
And over-looks the highest-peering hills:
So Tamora.

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,
Perpetuum nulla temeratus nube ferenum,

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.

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