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Titus Andronicus (c. 1590)
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SCENE 1. Rome. Before the Capitol.
[The Tomb of Andronic appearing; the Tribunes and Senators aloft.
- Enter, below, SATURNINUS and his Followers on one side, and
- BASSIANUS and his Followers at the other, with drums and
- colours.]
SATURNINUS.
- Noble patricians, patrons of my right,
- Defend the justice of my cause with arms;
- And, countrymen, my loving followers,
- Plead my successive title with your swords:
- I am his first born son that was the last
- That wore the imperial diadem of Rome:
- Then let my father's honours live in me,
- Nor wrong mine age with this indignity.
BASSIANUS.
- Romans,—friends, followers, favourers of my right,—
- If ever Bassianus, Caesar's son,
- Were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome,
- Keep then this passage to the Capitol;
- And suffer not dishonour to approach
- The imperial seat, to virtue consecrate,
- To justice, continence, and nobility:
- But let desert in pure election shine;
- And, Romans, fight for freedom in your choice.
[Enter MARCUS ANDRONICUS aloft, with the crown.]
MARCUS.
- Princes,—that strive by factions and by friends
- Ambitiously for rule and empery,—
- Know that the people of Rome, for whom we stand
- A special party, have by common voice,
- In election for the Roman empery
- Chosen Andronicus, surnamed Pius
- For many good and great deserts to Rome:
- A nobler man, a braver warrior,
- Lives not this day within the city walls.:
- He by the senate is accited home
- From weary wars against the barbarous Goths;
- That with his sons, a terror to our foes,
- Hath yok'd a nation strong, train'd up in arms.
- Ten years are spent since first he undertook
- This cause of Rome, and chastised with arms
- 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,
- 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 should,
- Plead your deserts in peace and humbleness.
SATURNINUS.
- How fair the tribune speaks to calm my thoughts!
BASSIANUS.
- Marcus Andronicus, so I do affy
- In thy uprightness and integrity,
- And so I love and honour thee and thine,
- Thy noble brother Titus and his sons,
- And her to whom my thoughts are humbled all,
- Gracious Lavinia, Rome's rich ornament,
- That I will here dismiss my loving friends;
- And to my fortunes and the people's favour
- Commit my cause in balance to be weigh'd.
[Exeunt the Followers of BASSIANUS.]
SATURNINUS.
- Friends, that have been thus forward in my right,
- I thank you all and here dismiss you all;
- 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, tribunes, and let me in.
BASSIANUS.
- Tribunes, and me, a poor competitor.
[Flourish. Exeunt; SATURNINUS and BASSIANUS go up into the Capitol.]
[Enter a Captain.]
CAPTAIN.
- 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 where he circumscribed with his sword
- And brought to yoke the enemies of Rome.
[Flourish of trumpets, &c. Enter MARTIUS and MUTIUS; after them two Men bearing a coffin covered with black; then LUCIUS and QUINTUS. After them TITUS ANDRONICUS; and then TAMORA, with ALARBUS, DEMETRIUS, CHIRON, AARON, and other Goths, prisoners; soldiers and People following. The bearers set down the coffin, and TITUS speaks.]
TITUS.
- 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,
- Stand gracious to the rites 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 sheathe my sword.
- Titus, unkind, and careless of thine own,
- Why suffer'st thou thy sons, unburied yet,
- To hover on the dreadful shore of Styx?—
- Make way to lay them by their brethren.—
[The tomb is opened.]
- There greet in silence, as the dead are wont,
- And sleep in peace, slain in your country's wars!
- O sacred receptacle of my joys,
- Sweet cell of virtue and nobility,
- How many sons of mine hast thou in store,
- That thou wilt never render to me more!
LUCIUS.
- Give us the proudest prisoner of the Goths,
- That we may hew his limbs, and on a pile
- Ad manes fratrum sacrifice his flesh
- Before this earthy prison of their bones;
- That so the shadows be not unappeas'd,
- Nor we disturb'd with prodigies on earth.
TITUS.
- I give him you,—the noblest that survives,
- The eldest son of this distressed queen.
TAMORA.
- Stay, Roman brethen!—Gracious conqueror,
- Victorious Titus, rue the tears I shed,
- A mother's tears in passion for her son:
- And if thy sons were ever dear to thee,
- O, think my son to be as dear to me!
- Sufficeth not that we are brought to Rome,
- To beautify thy triumphs and return,
- Captive to thee and to thy Roman yoke;
- But must my sons be slaughter'd in the streets
- For valiant doings in their country's cause?
- O, 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.
TITUS.
- Patient yourself, madam, and pardon me.
- These are their brethren, whom your Goths beheld
- Alive and dead; and for their brethren slain
- Religiously they ask a sacrifice:
- To this your son is mark'd; and die he must,
- To appease their groaning shadows that are gone.
LUCIUS.
- 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.]
TAMORA.
- O cruel, irreligious piety!
CHIRON.
- Was ever Scythia half so barbarous!
DEMETRIUS.
- Oppose not Scythia to ambitious Rome.
- Alarbus goes to rest; and we survive
- To tremble under Titus' threatening look.
- Then, madam, stand resolv'd; but hope withal
- The self-same gods that arm'd the Queen 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 MUTIUS, with their swords bloody.]
LUCIUS.
- See, lord and father, how we have perform'd
- Our Roman rites: Alarbus' limbs are lopp'd,
- And entrails feed the sacrificing fire,
- Whose smoke like incense doth perfume the sky.
- Remaineth naught but to inter our brethren,
- And with loud 'larums welcome them to Rome.
TITUS.
- Let it be so, and let Andronicus
- Make this his latest farewell to their souls.
[Trumpets sounded and the coffin laid in the tomb.]
- In peace and honour rest you here, my sons;
- Rome's readiest champions, repose you here in rest,
- Secure from worldly chances and mishaps!
- Here lurks no treason, here no envy swells,
- Here grow no damned grudges; here are no storms,
- No noise, but silence and eternal sleep:
[Enter LAVINIA.]
- In peace and honour rest you here, my sons!
LAVINIA.
- In peace and honour live Lord Titus long;
- My noble lord and father, live in fame!
- Lo, at this tomb my tributary tears
- I render for my brethren's obsequies;
- And at thy feet I kneel, with tears of joy
- Shed on this earth for thy return to Rome;
- O, bless me here with thy victorious hand,
- Whose fortunes Rome's best citizens applaud!
TITUS.
- Kind Rome, that hast thus lovingly reserv'd
- The cordial of mine age to glad my heart!—
- Lavinia, live; outlive thy father's days,
- And fame's eternal date, for virtue's praise!
[Enter, below, MARCUS ANDRONICUS and Tribunes; re-enter SATURNINUS, BASSIANUS, and Attendants.]
MARCUS.
- Long live Lord Titus, my beloved brother,
- Gracious triumpher in the eyes of Rome!
TITUS.
- Thanks, gentle tribune, noble brother Marcus.
MARCUS.
- And welcome, nephews, from successful wars,
- You that survive and you that sleep in fame!
- Fair lords, your fortunes are alike in all,
- That in your country's service drew your swords:
- But safer triumph is this funeral pomp
- That hath aspir'd to Solon's happiness
- And triumphs over chance in honour's bed.—
- Titus Andronicus, the people of Rome,
- Whose friend in justice thou hast ever been,
- Send thee by me, their tribune and their trust,
- This palliament of white and spotless hue;
- And name thee in election for the empire
- With these our late-deceased emperor's sons:
- Be candidatus then, and put it on,
- And help to set a head on headless Rome.
TITUS.
- A better head her glorious body fits
- Than his that shakes for age and feebleness:
- What, should I don this robe and trouble you?
- Be chosen with proclamations to-day,
- To-morrow yield up rule, resign my life,
- And set abroach new business for you all?
- Rome, I have been thy soldier forty years,
- And led my country's strength successfully,
- And buried one-and-twenty valiant sons,
- Knighted in field, slain manfully in arms,
- In right and service of their noble country:
- Give me a staff of honour for mine age,
- But not a sceptre to control the world;
- Upright he held it, lords, that held it last.
MARCUS.
- Titus, thou shalt obtain and ask the empery.
SATURNINUS.
- Proud and ambitious tribune, canst thou tell?
TITUS.
- Patience, Prince Saturninus.
SATURNINUS.
- Romans, do me right;—
- Patricians, draw your swords, and sheathe them not
- Till Saturninus be Rome's Emperor.—
- Andronicus, would thou were shipp'd to hell
- Rather than rob me of the people's hearts!
LUCIUS.
- Proud Saturnine, interrupter of the good
- That noble-minded Titus means to thee!
TITUS.
- Content thee, prince; I will restore to thee
- The people's hearts, and wean them from themselves.
BASSIANUS.
- Andronicus, I do not flatter thee,
- But honour thee, and will do till I die.
- My faction if thou strengthen with thy friends,
- I will most thankful be; and thanks to men
- Of noble minds is honourable meed.
TITUS.
- People of Rome, and people's tribunes here,
- I ask your voices and your suffrages:
- Will you bestow them friendly on Andronicus?
TRIBUNES.
- To gratify the good Andronicus,
- And gratulate his safe return to Rome,
- The people will accept whom he admits.
TITUS.
- Tribunes, I thank you: and this suit I make,
- That you create your emperor's eldest son,
- Lord Saturnine; whose virtues will, I hope,
- Reflect on Rome as Titan's rays on earth,
- And ripen justice in this commonweal:
- Then, if you will elect by my advice,
- Crown him, and say 'Long live our Emperor!'
MARCUS.
- With voices and applause of every sort,
- Patricians and plebeians, we create
- Lord Saturninus Rome's great emperor;
- And say 'Long live our Emperor Saturnine!'
- [A long flourish.]
SATURNINUS.
- Titus Andronicus, for thy favours done
- To us in our election this day
- I give thee thanks in part of thy deserts,
- And will with deeds requite thy gentleness;
- And for an onset, Titus, to advance
- Thy name and honourable family,
- Lavinia will I make my empress,
- Rome's royal mistress, mistress of my heart,
- And in the sacred Pantheon her espouse:
- Tell me, Andronicus, doth this motion please thee?
TITUS.
- It doth, my worthy lord; and in this match
- I hold me highly honoured of your grace:
- And here in sight of Rome, to Saturnine,—
- King and commander of our commonweal,
- The wide world's emperor,—do I consecrate
- My sword, my chariot, and my prisoners;
- Presents well worthy Rome's imperious lord:
- Receive them then, the tribute that I owe,
- Mine honour's ensigns humbled at thy feet.
SATURNINUS.
- Thanks, noble Titus, father of my life!
- How proud I am of thee and of thy gifts
- Rome shall record; and when I do forget
- The least of these unspeakable deserts,
- Romans, forget your fealty to me.
TITUS.
- [To TAMORA.] Now, madam, are you prisoner to an emperor;
- To him that for your honour and your state
- Will use you nobly and your followers.
SATURNINUS.
- A goodly lady, trust me; of the hue
- That I would choose, were I to choose anew.—
- Clear up, fair queen, that cloudy countenance:
- Though chance of war hath wrought this change of cheer,
- Thou com'st not to be made a scorn in Rome:
- Princely shall be thy usage every way.
- Rest on my word, and let not discontent
- Daunt all your hopes: madam, he comforts you
- Can make you greater than the Queen of Goths.—
- Lavinia, you are not displeas'd with this?
LAVINIA.
- Not I, my lord, sith true nobility
- Warrants these words in princely courtesy.
SATURNINUS.
- Thanks, sweet Lavinia.—Romans, let us go:
- Ransomless here we set our prisoners free:
- Proclaim our honours, lords, with trump and drum.
[Flourish. SATURNINUS courts TAMORA in dumb show.]
BASSIANUS.
- Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is mine.
[Seizing LAVINIA.]
TITUS.
- How, sir! are you in earnest then, my lord?
BASSIANUS.
- Ay, noble Titus; and resolv'd withal
- To do myself this reason and this right.
MARCUS.
- Suum cuique is our Roman justice:
- This prince in justice seizeth but his own.
LUCIUS.
- And that he will and shall, if Lucius live.
TITUS.
- Traitors, avaunt!—Where is the emperor's guard?—
- Treason, my lord,—Lavinia is surpris'd!
SATURNINUS.
- Surpris'd! by whom?
BASSIANUS.
- By him that justly may
- Bear his betroth'd from all the world away.
[Exeunt BASSIANUS and MARCUS with LAVINIA.]
MUTIUS.
- Brothers, help to convey her hence away,
- And with my sword I'll keep this door safe.
[Exeunt LUCIUS, QUINTUS, and MARTIUS.]
TITUS.
- Follow, my lord, and I'll soon bring her back.
MUTIUS.
- My lord, you pass not here.
TITUS.
- What, villain boy!
- Barr'st me my way in Rome?
[Stabbing MUTIUS.]
MUTIUS.
- Help, Lucius, help!
[Dies.]
[Re-enter Lucius.]
LUCIUS.
- My lord, you are unjust; and more than so:
- In wrongful quarrel you have slain your son.
TITUS.
- Nor thou nor he are any sons of mine;
- My sons would never so dishonour me.
- Traitor, restore Lavinia to the Emperor.
LUCIUS.
- Dead, if you will; but not to be his wife,
- That is another's lawful promis'd love.
[Exit.]
SATURNINUS.
- No, Titus, no; the emperor needs her not,
- Nor her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock:
- I'll trust by leisure him that mocks me once;
- Thee never, nor thy traitorous haughty sons,
- Confederates all thus to dishonour me.
- Was there none else in Rome to make a stale
- But Saturnine? Full well, Andronicus,
- Agree these deeds with that proud brag of thine
- That said'st I begg'd the empire at thy hands.
TITUS.
- O monstrous! what reproachful words are these?
SATURNINUS.
- But go thy ways; go, give that changing piece
- To him that flourish'd for her with his sword;
- A valiant son-in-law thou shalt enjoy;
- One fit to bandy with thy lawless sons,
- To ruffle in the commonwealth of Rome.
TITUS.
- These words are razors to my wounded heart.
SATURNINUS.
- And therefore, lovely Tamora, Queen of Goths,—
- That, like the stately Phoebe 'mongst her nymphs,
- Dost overshine the gallant'st dames of Rome,—
- If thou be pleas'd with this my sudden choice,
- Behold, I choose thee, Tamora, for my bride
- And will create thee empress of Rome.
- Speak, Queen of Goths, dost thou applaud my choice?
- And here I swear by all the Roman gods,—
- Sith priest and holy water are so near,
- And tapers burn so bright, and everything
- In readiness for Hymenaeus stand,—
- I will not re-salute the streets of Rome,
- Or climb my palace, till from forth this place
- I lead espous'd my bride along with me.
TAMORA.
- And here in sight of heaven to Rome I swear,
- If Saturnine advance the Queen of Goths,
- She will a handmaid be to his desires,
- A loving nurse, a mother to his youth.
SATURNINUS.
- Ascend, fair queen, Pantheon.—Lords, accompany
- Your noble emperor and his lovely bride,
- Sent by the heavens for Prince Saturnine,
- Whose wisdom hath her fortune conquered:
- There shall we consummate our spousal rites.
[Exeunt SATURNINUS and his Followers; TAMORA and her Sons; AARON and Goths.]
TITUS.
- I am not bid to wait upon this bride.—
- Titus, when wert thou wont to walk alone,
- Dishonour'd thus, and challenged of wrongs?
[Re-enter MARCUS, LUCIUS, QUINTUS, and MARTIUS.]
MARCUS.
- O Titus, see, O, see what thou hast done!
- In a bad quarrel slain a virtuous son.
TITUS.
- No, foolish tribune, no; no son of mine,—
- Nor thou, nor these, confederates in the deed
- That hath dishonoured all our family;
- Unworthy brother and unworthy sons!
LUCIUS.
- But let us give him burial, as becomes;
- Give Mutius burial with our bretheren.
TITUS.
- Traitors, away! He rests not in this tomb:—
- This monument five hundred years hath stood,
- Which I have sumptuously re-edified:
- Here none but soldiers and Rome's servitors
- Repose in fame; none basely slain in brawls:—
- Bury him where you can, he comes not here.
MARCUS.
- My lord, this is impiety in you:
- My nephew Mutius' deeds do plead for him;
- He must be buried with his bretheren.
QUINTUS & MARTIUS.
- And shall, or him we will accompany.
TITUS.
- And shall! What villain was it spake that word?
QUINTUS.
- He that would vouch it in any place but here.
TITUS.
- What, would you bury him in my despite?
MARCUS.
- No, noble Titus; but entreat of thee
- To pardon Mutius, and to bury him.
TITUS.
- Marcus, even thou hast struck upon my crest,
- And with these boys mine honour thou hast wounded:
- My foes I do repute you every one;
- So trouble me no more, but get you gone.
MARTIUS.
- He is not with himself; let us withdraw.
QUINTUS.
- Not I, till Mutius' bones be buried.
[MARCUS and the Sons of TITUS kneel.]
MARCUS.
- Brother, for in that name doth nature plead,—
QUINTUS.
- Father, and in that name doth nature speak,—
TITUS.
- Speak thou no more, if all the rest will speed.
MARCUS.
- Renowned Titus, more than half my soul,—
LUCIUS.
- Dear father, soul and substance of us all,—
MARCUS.
- Suffer thy brother Marcus to inter
- His noble nephew here in virtue's nest,
- That died in honour and Lavinia's cause:
- Thou art a Roman,—be not barbarous.
- The Greeks upon advice did bury Ajax,
- That slew himself; and wise Laertes' son
- Did graciously plead for his funerals:
- Let not young Mutius, then, that was thy joy,
- Be barr'd his entrance here.
TITUS.
- Rise, Marcus, rise:
- The dismall'st day is this that e'er I saw,
- To be dishonour'd by my sons in Rome!—
- Well, bury him, and bury me the next.
[MUTIUS is put into the tomb.]
LUCIUS.
- There lie thy bones, sweet Mutius, with thy friends,
- Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomb.
ALL.
- [Kneeling.] No man shed tears for noble Mutius;
- He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause.
MARCUS.
- My lord,—to step out of these dreary dumps,—
- How comes it that the subtle Queen of Goths
- Is of a sudden thus advanc'd in Rome?
TITUS.
- I know not, Marcus, but I know it is,—
- Whether by device or no, the heavens can tell:
- Is she not, then, beholding to the man
- That brought her for this high good turn so far?
MARCUS.
- Yes, and will nobly him remunerate.
[Flourish. Re-enter, at one side, SATURNINUS, attended; TAMORA, DEMETRIUS, CHIRON, and AARON; at the other, BASSIANUS, LAVINIA, and others.]
SATURNINUS.
- So, Bassianus, you have play'd your prize:
- God give you joy, sir, of your gallant bride!
BASSIANUS.
- And you of yours, my lord! I say no more,
- Nor wish no less; and so I take my leave.
SATURNINUS.
- Traitor, if Rome have law or we have power,
- Thou and thy faction shall repent this rape.
BASSIANUS.
- Rape, call you it, my lord, to seize my own,
- My true betrothed love, and now my wife?
- But let the laws of Rome determine all;
- Meanwhile am I possess'd of that is mine.
SATURNINUS.
- 'Tis good, sir. You are very short with us;
- But if we live we'll be as sharp with you.
BASSIANUS.
- My lord, what I have done, as best I may,
- Answer I must, and shall do with my life.
- Only thus much I give your grace to know,—
- By all the duties that I owe to Rome,
- This noble gentleman, Lord Titus here,
- Is in opinion and in honour wrong'd,
- That, in the rescue of Lavinia,
- With his own hand did slay his youngest son,
- In zeal to you, and highly mov'd to wrath
- To be controll'd 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.
TITUS.
- Prince Bassianus, leave to plead my deeds:
- 'Tis thou and those that have dishonour'd me.
- Rome and the righteous heavens be my judge
- How I have lov'd and honour'd Saturnine!
TAMORA.
- My worthy lord, if ever Tamora
- Were gracious in those princely eyes of thine,
- Then hear me speak indifferently for all;
- And at my suit, sweet, pardon what is past.
SATURNINUS.
- What, madam! be dishonoured openly,
- And basely put it up without revenge?
TAMORA.
- Not so, my lord; the gods of Rome forfend
- I should be author to dishonour you!
- But on mine honour dare I undertake
- For good Lord Titus' innocence in all,
- Whose fury not dissembled speaks his griefs:
- Then at my suit look graciously on him;
- Lose not so noble a friend on vain suppose,
- Nor with sour looks afflict his gentle heart.—
- [Aside.] My lord, be rul'd by me, be won at last;
- Dissemble all your griefs and discontents:
- You are but newly planted in your throne;
- Lest, then, the people, and patricians too,
- Upon a just survey take Titus' part,
- And so supplant you for ingratitude,—
- Which Rome reputes to be a heinous sin,—
- Yield at entreats; 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 sons,
- To whom I sued for my dear son's life;
- And make them know what 'tis to let a queen
- Kneel in the streets and beg for grace in vain.—
- Come, come, sweet emperor,—come, Andronicus,—
- Take up this good old man, and cheer the heart
- That dies in tempest of thy angry frown.
SATURNINUS.
- Rise, Titus, rise; my empress hath prevail'd.
TITUS.
- I thank your majesty and her, my lord:
- These words, these looks, infuse new life in me.
TAMORA.
- 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 mine honour, good my lord,
- That I have reconcil'd your friends and you. —
- For you, Prince Bassianus, I have pass'd
- My word and promise 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 shall ask pardon of his majesty.
LUCIUS.
- We do; and vow to heaven and to his highness
- That what we did was mildly as we might,
- Tendering our sister's honour and our own.
MARCUS.
- That on mine honour here do I protest.
SATURNINUS.
- Away, and talk not; trouble us no more.
TAMORA.
- Nay, nay, sweet emperor, we must all be friends:
- The tribune and his nephews kneel for grace;
- I will not be denied: sweet heart, look back.
SATURNINUS.
- Marcus, for thy sake, and thy brother's here,
- And at my lovely Tamora's entreats,
- I do remit these young men's heinous faults:
- Stand up.—
- Lavinia, though you left me like a churl,
- I found a friend; and sure as death I swore
- I would not part a bachelor 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.
TITUS.
- 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.
SATURNINUS.
- Be it so, Titus, and gramercy too.
[Exeunt.]