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and humbleness. Sat. How fair the tribune speaks to calm my
[Exeunt the Followers of BASSIANUS, Sat. Friends, that have been thus forward in my
; And to the love and favour of my country Commit myself, my person, and the cause.
[Exeunt the Followers of SATURNINUS. Rome, be as just and gracious unto me, As I am confident and kind to thee. Open the gates, and let me in. Bas. Tribunes! and me, a poor competitor. [Sat, and Bas. go into the Capitol, und ereuse
with Senators, MARCUS, &c.
Enter a Captain, and Others. Cap. Romans, make way; The good Andronicus,
Patron of virtue, Rome's best champion,
TIUS: after them, two Men bearing a Coffin covered with black; then Quintus and LUCIUS. After them, Titus ANDRONICUS; and then TAMORA, with ALARBUS, CHIRON, DEMETRIUS, AARON, and other Goths, prisoners ; Soldiers and People, following. The Bearers set down the Coffin, and Titus speaks.
Tit. Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning weeds! Lo, as the bark that hath discharg'd her fraught, Returns with precious lading to the bay, From whence at first she weigh’d her anchorage, Cometh Andronicus, bound with laurel boughs, To re-salute his country with his tears ; Tears of true joy for his return to Rome. Thou great defender of this Capitol, 4 Stand gracious to the rights that we intend !Romans, of five and twenty valiant sons, Half of the number that king Priam had, Behold the poor remains, alive, and dead ! These, that survive, let Rome reward with love; These, that I bring unto their latest home, With burial amongst their ancestors : Here Goths have given me leave to sheath my sword. Titus, unkind, and careless of thine own,
4 Jupiter, to whom the Capitol was sacred.
Why suffer'st thou thy sons, unburied yet,
[The Tomb is opened,
Luc. Give us the proudest prisoner of the Goths,
Tit. I give him you; the noblest that survives,
Tam. Stay, Roman brethren ;-Gracious conqueror,
s It was supposed that the ghosts of unburied people ap. peared to solicit the rites of funeral. 6 Suffering.
Andronicus, stain not thy tomb with blood :
Tit. Patient yourself, madam, and pardon me.
Luc. Away with him! and make a fire straight; And with our swords, upon a pile of wood, Let's hew his limbs, till they be clean consum'd.
[Exeunt Lucius, Quintus, MARTIUS, and
MUTIUS, with ALARBUS.
Dem. Oppose not Scythia to ambitious Rome.
of Troy With opportunity of sharp revenge Upon the Thracian tyrant in his tent, May favour Tamora, the queen of Goths, (When Goths were Goths, and Tamora was queen,) To quit the bloody wrongs upon her foes. Re-enter Lucius, QUINTUS, MARTIUS, and Mu
TIUS, with their Swords bloody. Luc. See, lord and father, how we have perform'd
Our Roman rites : Alarbus' limbs are lopp'd,
Tit. Let it be so, and let Andronicus
[Trumpets sounded, and the Coffins laid in the Tomb.
and honour rest you here, my sons ;
and honour live lord Titus long;
Tit. Kind Rome, that hast thus lovingly resery'd
longer than fame,