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SATURNINUS, son to the late Emperor of Rome,

and afterwards declared Emperor himself. BASSIANUS, brother to Saturninus, in love with La

vinia. TITUS ANDRONICUS, a noble Roman, General

against the Goths. MARCUS ANDRONICUS, Tribune of the people, and

brother to Titus, MARCUS, QUINTUS,

Sons to Titus Andronicus. LUCIUS, "MUTIUS, Young LUCIUS, a boy, son to Lucius. PUBLIUS, son to Marcus the Tribune, and

Titus Andronicus.

Sons to Tamora.
AARON, a Moor, beloved by Tamora.
Captain, from Titus’ Camp.
ÆMILIUS, a messenger.
Goths and Romans.

TAMORA, Queen of the Goths, and afterwards married

to Saturninus. LAVINIA, daughter to Titus Andronicus. Nurse, with a black-a-moor child.

Sunators, Judges, Officers, Soldiers, and other Attendants

SCENE, Rome, and the country near it.

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Before the Capitol in Rome.

Enter the Tribunes and Senators aloft, as in the Se.

nate. Enter Saturninus and his followers at one donr; and Ballianus and his followers at tre other, with drum and colours.


COBLE Patricians, patrons of my right,

Defend the jultice of iny cause with arms;

And countrymen, my loving followers, Plead my fucceilive title with

your lwords. I am the first-born son of him that last Wore the imperial diadem of Rome; Then let my father's honours live in me, Nor wrong mine age with this indignity.

Bas Romans, friends, follwers, favourers of my If ever Ballianus, Gælar's son,

[right, Were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome, Keep then this pasiage to the Capitol, And suffer not dishonour to approach Th’ imperial feat, to virtue confecrate, To justice, continence and nobility; But let desert in pure election thine; And, Romans, fight for freedom in your choice. Enter Marcus Andronicus aloft, with the crown.

Mar. Princes, that strive by factions and by friends Ambitiously for rule and empery! Know that the people of Roine, for who.n we stand! A special party, have by common voice, In election for the Roman empery,

Chofen Andronicus, surnamed Pius,
Før many good and great deserts to Rome.
A nobler man, a braver warrior
Lives not this day within our city-walls.
He by the senate is accited home,
From weary, wars against the barb'rous Goths,
That, with his sons, a terror to our foes,
Hath yoak'd a nation strong, train'd up in arms.
Ten years are spent since first he undertook
This cause of Rome, and chastised with arins
Our enemies' pride. Five times he hath return'd
Bleeding to Rome, bearing his valiant sons
In coffins from the field :-
And now at laft, laden with Honour's spoils,
Returns the good Andronicus to Rome,
Renowned Titus, flourishing in arms.
Let us entreat, by honour of his name,
Whom worthily you would have now succeed,
And in the Capitol and senate's right,
Whom you pretend to honour and adore,
That you withdraw you, and abate your strength; .
Dismiss your followers, and, as suitors fhould,
Plead your deserts in peace and humblėnels.
Sut. How fair the Tribune speaks to calin my

thoughts !
Baf. Marcus Andronicus, so I do asfy
In 'thy uprightness and integrity,
And so I love and honour thee and thinc,
Thy noble brother Titus, and his sons,
And her to whom our thoughts are humbled all,
Gracious Lavinia, Rome's rich ornament,
That I will here disiniss my loving friends,
And to my fortunes, and the people's favour,
Commit my cause in balance to be weighed.

[Exeunt Soldiers.
Sat, Friends, that have been ibus forward in my
I thank you all, and here dismiss you all, [right,
And to the love and favour of my country
Commit myself, iny porson, and the cause:
Rome, be as just and gracious unto me,
As I am confident and kind to thee.
Open the gates and let me in..

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Capt. Romans, make way. The good Andronicus,
Patron of virtue, Rome's best champion,
Successful in the battles that he fights,
With honour and with fortune is return'd,
From whence he circumscribed with his sword,
And brought to yoke the enemies of Rome.
Sound drums and trunipets, and then enter Mutius

and Marcus; after them two men bearing a coffin
cover'd with black; these Quintus and Lucius,
After then Titus Andronicus; and then Tamora i
the Queen of Goths, Alarbus, Chiron and Deme-
trius, with Aaron the Moor, prisoners; Soldiers,
and other Attendants. They let down the coffiin,
and Titus Speaks. ;

Tit Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning weeds! : Lo, as the bark that hath discharg'd her freight, Reiurns with precious lading to the bay From whence at first she weigh'd her anchorage, Coineth Andronicus with laurel boughs To re-falute his country with his tears; Tears of true joy for his return to Rome.

- Thou great Defender* of this Capitol, Stand gracious to the rites that we intend ! Romans, of five and twenty valiant fons, Half of the number that King Priam had, Behold the poor remains, alive and dead'! Those that lurvive let Rome reward with lové; ; These that I bring unto their latest home, With burial among their ancestors. Here Goths have given me leave to (heath my sword: :: Titus, unkind, and careless of thine own,

• Jupiter,. to whom the Capitol was facred. Jabnfotora,

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Why fuffer'st thou thy sons, unburied yet,
To hover on the dreadful shore of Styx ?
Make way to lay them by their brethren.

[They open the tombo -There greet ini filence, as the dead are wont; And sleep in peace, Nain in your country's wars... -- sacred receptacle of my joys, Sweet cell of 'virtue and nobility, How many sons of mine halt thou in store, That thou wilt never render to me more?

Luc. Give us the proudest prisoner of the Goths, That we may hew his limbs, and on a pile Ad manes fratrum. facrifice his flesh,. Before this earthly prison of their bones; That so the shadows be not-unappeas'd, . Nor we disturb'd with prodigies on earth.

Tit. I give him-you, the noblest that survives ;. The eldest fon of this distressed Queen.

Tam. Stay, Roman brethren ; gracious conquerorg Victorious Titus, rue the tears I shed, A mother's tears in passion for her son ; And if thy fons were ever dear to thee, a think my sons to be as dear to me. Sufficeth'not that we are brought to Romegn To beautify thy triumphs, and return Captive to thee and to thy Roman yoak; But muft my sons be laughter'd in the streets, For valiant doings in their country's cause? 0! if to fight for king and common-weal Were piety in thine, it is in these : Andronicus, stain not thy tomb with blood: Wilt thou draw near the nature of the Gods?: Draw near them then in being merciful : Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge. Thrice-noble Titus, spare my first-born son.

Tit. Patient yourself, Mádam, and pardon me. These are their brethren, whom you Goths behold Alive and dead, and for their brethren slain Religiously they ask a sacrifice : To this your son is mark'd, and die he must, T' appease their groaning shadows that are gone.

Luc. Away with him, and make a fire straight.

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