Son, What ail you, father ? Are you not well ? I cannot
scourge my top as lonK as you stand so. You take up all the
room with your wide legs. Puh ! you cannot make me afraid
with this ; I fear no vizards, nor hugDears.t
ISe taikes up the child by the skirts of his long coat with
one hand, and draws his dagger with the other.
Sus. dp. Sir, for here thou hast no inheritance left.t
8on. O, what will you do, father ? I am your white boy.
Sus. l^u Shalt be my red boy ; take that. {Strikes him.
Son. O, you hurt me, father.
I£us. My ^dest beggar,
Thou shalt not Uve to ask an usurer bread ;
To cry at a great man's gate : or f oUow,
Ghod your honour, by a ooaoh ; no, nor your brother :
*Tis charity to brain you.
Son. How shall I learn, now my head 's broke ?
Sus. Bleed, bleed. [Stabs him.
Bather than beg. Be not thv name's disgrace :
Spurn thou thy fortunes first ; if they be base,
Come view thy second brothers. Fates! My children's blood
Shall spin into your faces ; you shall seei,
How confidently we scorn beggary ! [Exit with his Son.
SCENE r.
A Maid disc&wrtd with a Child in her arms ; the Mother on a
couch by her, asleep.
Maid. Sleep, sweet babe ; sorrow makes thy mother sleep :
It bodes small good when heaviness falls so deep.
Hush, prettar boy ; thy hopes might have been better.
'Tis lost at dice, what ancient honour won :
Hacdj when the father plays away the son !
Kothmg but misery serves in this house ;
Bnin and desolation. Oh !
Enter Husband, with his Son bleeding.
Sus. Whore, give me that boy. [Strives with her for the child.
* Leather when stretched is said to give.
t The child mistakes the distortions of real passion for grimaces exhi*
bited onlf with a sportive intention to fHghten him.
t He means that his child having nothing left on earth, he will send
him to heaven.
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Maid,. O help, hel^ ! Out alas ! murder, murder !
Ru8, Are you goesipingt you pratins, sturdy quean ?
1*11 break your clamour with your neck. Down stairs ;
Tumble, tumble headlong. So:—
\Ue throwi her down and atahs the child.
The surest way to charm* a woman's tongue,
Is— bresJc her neck : a poUtidan did itf
Son, Mother, mother ; I am kill'd, mother. [Wipe awakeM,
Wife. Ha. who*s that cried ? O me ! my children !
Both, both, oloody, bloodr ! f Catches up the youngeti child,
Sue. Strumpet, let go the boy, let go the beggar.
W^e. O my sweet husband !
But. Pilth, harlot
TF\fe. O, what will you do, dear husband ?
Bus. Give me the bastard.
W\fe. Tour own sweet boy—
Bus. There are too many heggars.
W\fe. Good my husband—
Bus. Dost thou prevent me still P
W^e, O God !
Bus. Have at his heart IStabs at the child in her arme.
Wife. O, my dear boy !
Bus. Brat, thou shalt not live to shame thy house—
Wife, Oh heaven ! \,She is hurt, and sinks down.
Bus. And perish !— Now be gone :
There's whores enough, and want would make thee one.
JEJnter a Seevant.
8er. O Sir, what deeds are these P
Bus. Base slave, my vassal !
Com'st thou between my fury to Question me ?
Ser. Were you the devil, 1 would hold vou. Sir.
Bus. Hold me ? Presumption ! Til undo tnee for it
Ser. 'Sblood, you have undone us all. Sir.
Bus. Tug at thy master P
Ser. Tug at a monster.
Bus. Have I no power ? shall my slave fetter me ?
Ser. Nay then the devil wrestles ; I am tlurown.
Bus. O villain ! now TU tug thee, now 111 tear thee ;
Set quick spurs to my vassal ; t bruise him, trample him.
So ; I think thou wilt not follow me in haste.
My horse stands ready saddled. Away, away ;
Now to my brat at nurse, my sucking beggar :
Fates, 111 not leave you one to trample on ! [JBxH,
* 7. e. to sUence.
t The reference here is to the Earl of Leicester, the death of whose first
wife is said, in the celebrated libel called IXces/er** CommonweaUk, to have
been occasioned by her beingthrown down stairs at Cnnmor, by her hua-
band's order.
t The ancient spurs had rowels whose points were more than an indi
long.
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8CHNJE VL—Cowrt h^ore the House,
Hwter HUSBANB ; to him the MASTEB of the College,
M(ut. How is it with you. Sir P
Methinksyou look of a mstiuoted colour.
Sue, "Who, I, Sir? 'Tis but your fancy.
Please you walk in, Sir, and ru soon resolve you :
I want one small part to make up the sum,
And then my brother shall rest satisfied.
Matt. I shall be i^d to see it : Sir, I'll attend you. [JSxemt,
SCJSin: ni,—A Hoom in the House.
The WiPB, Sbbyant, and Childben discovered,
8er, Oh. I am scarce able to heave up myself,
He has so oruised me with his devilish weight.
And torn my flesh with his blood-hasly spur :
A man before of easy constitution,
Till now Hell-power supplied, to his soul's wrong :
O how damnation can make weak men strong !
JEnter the Masteb qf the College amd two Sebyai^ts.
8er, O the most piteous deed, Sir, since you came !
Mcut. A deadly greeting ! Hath he summed up these
To satisfy his brother ? Here's another ;
And by the bleeding infants, the d^d mother.
Wife, Ohl ho!
Mast. Surgeons ! surgeons ! she recovers life :—
One of his men all &int and bloodied !
1 8er. Follow ; our murderous master has took horse
To kill his child at nurse. O, follow quickly.
Most, I am the readiest ; it shall be my charge
To raise the town upon him.
1 8er. Good Sir, do follow him.
. [Exeunt Masteb and two Sebvants.
Wife, O my children!
1 8er, How is it with my most aMcted mistress ?
Wife. Why do I now recover ? Why half Uve,
To see my children bleed before mine eyes ?
A sight aole to kill a mother's breast, without
An executioner.— What, art thou mangled too ?
1 Ser. I, thinking to prevent what his quick mischiefs
Had so soon acted, came and rush'd upon him.
We smuggled ; but a fouler strength than his
O'erthrew me with his arms : then did he bruise me,
And rent my flesh, and robVd me of my hair ;
Like a man mad in ezecutioiL
Made me unfit to rise and follow him.
Wife. What is it has b^[uiled him of all grace,
And stole away humanity ftt>m nis breast ?
To slay his children, purpose to kill his wife,
Andspoil his servants—
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JEtUer a Sebyakt.
Ser. Please 70a to leave this most aooorsed plaoe :
A surgeon waits within.
Wife. Willing to leave it ?
Tis guilty of sweet blood, innocent blood :
Muitier has took this chamber with Aill hands,
And will ne'er out as long as the house stands. ISxevmL
SCENJS nU.—A High JRoad.
Enter Husband. Ee faUt,
Sua, O stumbling jade, the spavin overtake l^ee !
The fifty diseases stop thee !•
Oh, I am sorely bruised ! Plague founder thee !
Thou runn'st at ease and pleasure. Heart of chance !
To throw me now, within a flightf o' the town,
In such plain even ground too ! 'Sfoot, a man
May dice upon it, and throw away the meadows.]:
FUthy beast !
[Gry withi»^ Follow, follow, follow.
Mus, Ha ! i hear sounds of men, like hue and cry.
Up, up, and strupKle to thy horse : make on ;
Dispatch that little beggar, and all's done.
\Cry mt7iin,\ Here, here ; this way, this way.
Mus, At my Dack ! Oh,
What fate have I ! my liipbs deny me go.
My will is barred ; beggary claims a part.
could I here reach to the infant's heart !
Enter the Masteb of the College, three GbKTLEMBK, and
Attendantt with halberde.
All. Here, here ; yonder, yonder.
Mast. Unnatural flinty, more than barbarous !
The Scythians, or tne mar ole-hearted Pates^
Gould not have acted more remonteless deeds.
In their relentless natures, than these of thine.
Was this the answer I lon^ waited on ?
The satisfaction for thy pnson'd brother P
Sue. Why, he can have no more of us than our skins,
And some of them want but ^eain^.
1 Gent. Great sins have made bun impudent
Mast. He has shed so much blood, that he cannot blush.
2 Ghnt. Away with him, bear him to the justice's.
A gentleman of worship dwdiis at hand :
There shall his deeds be blazed.
J2t». Why, all the better.
My ^ory tis to have my action known ;
1 grieve for nothing, but I miss'd of one. *
Mast. There's little of a &ther in that grief:
Bear him away. [Exeunt.
* There is an old book entitled the <*Flfty Diseases of a Hone,** tay
Oervase M arkham.
t /. e. an arrow's readi. X Ptay them away.
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SCENE IX, A Eoomim the Houte of a Magistrate,
Enter a Knight and three Gektuembn.
Knighi, Endanger'd so his wife ? murder'd his ohildren P
1 Oent, 80 the cry goes.
Knight. I am soro^ I e'er knew him ;
That ever he took liie and natural beins
From such an honoured stock, and Mr descent,
Till this Mack minute without stain or blemisL
1 Geni, Here come the men.
Enter Masteb qfthe College^ d^o, vrith the :Prieoner.
Knight. The serpent of his house !• I am sorry
For this time, that I am in place of justice.
Mast. Please you. Sir—
Knight. Do not repeat it twice ; I know too much :
Would it had ne'er been thought on ! Sir, 1 bleed for you.
1 Qent. Tour other's sorrows are aliye m me.
What made you show such monstrous cruelly P
Sue. In a word. Sir. I have consumed all played away long-
acre ; and I thought it the charitablest deed I could do, to cozen
beggary, and knock my house o* the head.
Knight. O, in a cooler blood you will repent it.
Sue. I repent now that one is left unkill'd ;
Mybrat at nurse. I would ftdl fain have wean'd him.
Knight. Well, I do not think, but in to-morrow's judgment.
The terror will sit closer to your soul,
When the dread thought of death rem^nbersf you :
To further which, take this sad Yoice from me,
Never was act play'd more unnaturaUy.
Sns. I thank you. Sir.
Knight. Go lead him to the gaol :
Where justice claims all, there must pity fail
Ens. Come, come ; away with me. [Exeunt HtrsBAKD, ^e.
Mast. Sir, tou dewrve the worship of your place :
Would all did so ! In you the law is grace.
Knight. It is mr wish it Giiould be so. — Buinous man !
The desolation of nis house, the blot
Upon his predecessors' honour'd name !
That man is nearest shame, that is past shame.^ lExeunt.
SCENE X.-— Before Calverly Sail
Enter Bjjbbsjsd guarded, Masteb of the College, Gektlemen,
and Attendants.
Hus. I am right against my house,— seat of my ancestors :
I hear my wife^s alive, but much endanger'd.
Let me entreat to speauc with her, before
The prison gripe me.
• Becaase he had destroyed his whole family, as the seipent of Aaron.
1 1, e. comes upon you.
t L e. nearest to public, who is lost to private shame.
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His Wife is brought in.
Gent. See, here she comes of herself.
W%(e, O my sweet husband, my dear distressed husbttDd,
Now in the hands of unrelenting laws.
My greatest sorrow, my extremest bleeding ;
Now mysoul bleeds.
I£us. How now ? Kind to me ? Did I not wound thee ?
Left thee for dead?
W^e, Tut, far, far greater wounds did my breast feel ;
Unkindness strikes a deeper wound than steeL
You have been still unkind to me.
JETfw. 'Faith, and so 1 think 1 have ;
I did my murders roughly out of hand.
Desperate and sudden : but thou hast devised
A fine way now to kill me : thou hast given mine eyes
Seven wounds apiece. Now ghdes the devil from me,
Departs at every joint ; heaves up my nails.
O catch him torments that were ne'er invented !
Bind him one thousand more.* you blessed angels.
In that pit bottomless ! Let nim not rise
To make men act unnatural tragedies ;
To spread into a father, and in fury
Make him his children s executioner ;
Murder his wife, his servants, and who not P —
For that man 's dark, where heaven is quite forgot
Wife. O my repentant husband 1
JSTie*. O my dear soul, whom I too much have wrong'd :
For death I die, and for this have I long'd.
Wife, Thou shouldst not, be assiired, for these faults die.
If the law could forgive as soon as I.
[The two children laid (mL
JIu8, What sight is yonder P
Wife, O, our two bleeding boys,
Laid forth upon the threshold.
Hue. Here^s weight enough to make a heart-string crack.
O were it lawful that your pretty souls
Might look from heaveA into your father's eyes.
Then should you see the penitent glasses melt,
And both your murders shoot upon my cheeks ! f
But you are playing in the angels' laps,
And will not look on me, who, void of grace,
Kill'd you in beggary.
that I might mv wishes now attain,
1 should then wish you living were a^ain,
Though I did beg with you, which tmng I fear'd :
O, 'twas the enemy my eyes so blear'd ! I .
O. would you could pray heaven me to forgive,
That will unto my end repentant live !
• J. e. years.
t /. e. blushes or tears for your murders dart along my
t L e. the devil, who so deceived me.
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Wife. It makes me e'eo forget all other sorrows,
And live apart with this.
Offi,, Come, will you go ?
H.U8, 111 kiss the blood I spilt, and then PU go :
My soul is bloodied, well may my lips be so.
Fwrewell, dear wife ; now thou and I must part ;
I of thy wrongs repent me with my heart.
Wife. O stay ; thou shalt not go.
Bms. That's but in vain ; you see it must be so.
Parewell ye bloody ashes of my bojrs !
My punishments are their eternal ioys.*
Let every father look into my deeds,
And then their heirs may prosper, while mine bleeds.
_^' {ExewKt Husband and Officebs.
Wife. More wretched am I now in this distress,
Than former sorrows made me.
Mcut. O kind wife.
Be comforted ; one joy is yet unmurder'd \
You have a boy at nurse j your joy 's in him.
Wife, Bearer than all is my poor husband's life.
Heaven give my body strength, which is yet faint
With much expense of blood, and I will kneel.
Sue for his life, number up all mv friends
To plead for pardon for my dear husband's life.
Mast. Was it in man to wound so kind a creature ?
Ill ever praise a woman for thy sake.
I must return with grief; my answer's setH*
I shall bring news weighs heavier than the debt
Two brothers, one in bond lies overthrown,
This on a deadlier execution. IJExennt omnes.
* I. e. that for which I shall be punished, lias proved their introdaction
to everlasting happiness,
t /. e. fixed, settled.
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TITUS ANDRONICUS.
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TITUS AITOBONICUS.
THBpreponderanoeoforiticism is altogether opposed to the
admission of this play among the undoubted works of Shaks-
peare. The most probable statemetLt oonnecldng our author with
the play is that made by Bavenscroft, who, in the preface to an
alteration of the tragedy, published in 1687, says that he had
been ''told by some anciently oonversant with 'the stage, that it
was not originally Shakspeare's, but brought by a private author
to be acted ; he only gave some master touches to one or two of
the principal parts or characters."
"Titus Andronicus," observes Hazlitt, ''is certainly as unlike
Shakspeare's usual style as it is possible. It is an accumulation
of vulgar physical horrors, in which the power exercised by the
poet bears no proportion to the repugnance excited by the sub-
ject"
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TITUS ANDRONICUS.
PERSONS REPRESENTED.
SATURNINUS, Son to the late Em-
peror of Rtme, and qftenbard*
declared Emperor himself.
BASSIANUS, Brother to Satumi-
mui in love vrilh LavMa.
TITUS ANDRONICUS, a noble Ro-
man, General against the Oothe.
MARCUS ANPRONICUS, Trilmne
of the People, a$ul Brother to Titus.
LUCIUS, •)
QUINTUS, \ Sons to Titus Androni-
MARTIUS, f eus.
MUTIUS, J
YOUNG LUCIUS, a Boy, Son to
Lucius.
PUBLIUS, Son to Marcus the Tri-
bune.
iBMILIUS, a noble Roman.
ALARBUS, 1
CHIRON, V Sons to Tamora.
DEMETRIUS, J
AARON, a Moor, belovedbp Tamora.
A CAPTAIN, TRIBUNE, MES-
SENGER, and CLOWN, Rotnans.
TAMORA, Queen of the Goths.
LAV I NIA, Daughter to Titus Andro-
nieus.
A NURSE, and a BLACK CHILD.
KiNSMBM OF Titus, Sbnators,
Tribunes, Officbrs, SoLnisRS,
and Attbndants.
ScENB.— Rome, and tlie country near it.
ACT I.
SCJENB L—jRome, before the Capitol
I%e Tomb of the Andronici wppecmng ; the Tribunes and
Senators aloft, 09 in the Senate, Enter, below, SaturnikUs
and hie followers, on one side ; and Bassianus and hie foU
lotoera on the other; with drum and colours.
Sat. 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 Bome ;
Then let my fathcor's honours live in me,
Nor wrong mine age with this indignity.
Bas. Romans,— friends, followers, favourers of my right,—
If ever Bassianus, Gsesar's son,
Were ffraoious in the eyes of royal Rome,
Keep then this passage to the Capitol ;
TOL. T.
* /. e. my title to the succession.
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And suffer not dishonour to approach
The imperial seat, to virtue consecrate,
To justice, continence, and nobiUty :
But let desert in pure election shine ;
And, Bomans, fight for freedom in your choice.
JEfUer MabCUS Andbonicus, aloft, noUh the Crown,
Mar, Princes that strive by factions, and by friends.
Ambitiously for rule and empery.—
Know, that the people of Eome, for whom we stand
A special party, have, by their common voice.
In election for the Bioman empery.
Chosen Andronicus, sumamea Pius
Por many good and great deserts to Bome ;
A nobler man, a braver warrior,
Lives not this day within the city walls :
He by the senate is aocited* home,
Piom weary wars against the barbarous Goths,
That, with his sons, a terror to our foes.
Hath yoked a nation strons, trained up in arms.
Ten years are spent, since nrst he undertook «
This cause of Kome, and chastised with arms
Our enemies' pride : Pive times he hath retum'd
Bleeding to Bome, bearing his valiant sons
In coffins from the field ;
And now at last, laden with honour's spoils,
Betums the ^ooid Andronicus to Borne,
Benowned Titus, flounshing in arms.
Let us entreat, — By honour of his name.
Whom, worthily, vou 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.
Sat, How fair the tribune speaks to calm my thoughts !
Bos. Marcus Andronicus, so I do afiy
In thy uprightness and int^ity.
And so 1 love and honour thee and thine.
Thy nobler brother Titus, and his sons,
And her, to whom my thoujghts are humbled all.
Gracious Lavinia^ Bome's nch ornament
That I will here oismiBs inv loving friends
And to my fortunes, and the people's &vour.
Commit my cause in balance to be weigh'd.
{Exeunt the follotoen qfBASSiAKVS.
Sat. PriendSv that have been thus forward in my rights
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.
[IJxetmt the foUowere qf Satusnikus.
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Borne, be as iust and gracious unto me.
As I am conndent and kind to thee. —
Open the ^tes, and let me in.
£<u, Tnbunes ! and me, a poor competitor.
[Sattjbninus and Basbllnvs go into the Capitoly and
exeunt with Senatobs, Mabcus, Jj^c,
SCENE II,— The same.
Enter a CAPTAIN, and others.
Cap, Bomans, 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 retum'd.
From where he circumscribed with his sword.
And brought to yoke, the enemies of Rome.
Flourish of trumpets, Sec. Enter Murrus and MaBTIUS : after
them, two men hearing a cqffi/n covered with black; then
QuiNTUS and LuciTTS. Jfter them, TiTUS Andbonicus;
and then Tamoba, with Alabbtjs, Chibon, Demetbius,
Aabon, and other Goths, prisoners; soldiers and people fol-
lowing. Hie bearers set down the coffin, cmd TiTUS speaks.
Tit. Hail, Bome, Tictorious in thy mourning weeds !
Lo, as the bark that hath discharged her fraught,*
Betums with precious lading to tne bay.
From whence at first she weighed her anchorage,
Cometh Andronicus, bound with laurel boughs.
To re-salute his country with his tears ;
Tears of true joy for his return to Bome. —
Thou great defender of this Capitol,!
Stand gracious to the rights that we intend ! —
Bomans. of five and twen^ valiant sons.
Half of the number that King Priam had.
Behold the poor remains, alive, and dead !
These, that survive, let Bome reward with love ;
These, that I bring unto their latest home.
With burial amount their ancestors :
Here Goths have oven me leave to sheath my sword.
Titus, unkind, and careless of thine own,
Why suffer'st thou thv sons, unburied yet,
To hover on the dreadful shore of Styx ? —
Make way to lajr them by their brethren. [The tomb is opened.
There greet in ^lence, 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 ?
Luc. Give us the proudest prisoner of the Goths,
That we may hew ms limbs, and, on a pile,
• Freight. t Jupiter
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Ad manes fratrum sacrifioe his flesh, •
Before this earthly prison of their bones;
That so the shadows be not unappeased,
Nor we disturbed with prodigies on earth.*
7Ht. I give him you : the noblest that surviyefl,
The eldest son of this distressed queen.
Tarn. Stay^ Boman brethren ^7-Gracious conqueror.
Victorious Titus, rue the tears I shed,
A mother's tears in passiont 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 Borne,
To beautify thy triumphs, and return.
Captive to thee, and to thy Roman yoke ;
But must mv sons be slaughter'd in the streets,
For valiant doings in their country's cause ?
O ! if to fight for kin^ and common weal
Were piely 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 merdftil ;
Sweet mercy is nobiUty's true badge ;
Thrice-noble Titus, spare mv first-born son.
Tit. Patient yourself, madam, and pardon me.
These are their brethren, whom you Goths beheld
Alive, and dead ; and for their brethren slain,
BeUnously they ask a sacrifice :
To this your son is mark'd, and die he must,
To appease their sroaning shadows that are gone.
Luc, Away with him! and make a fire straight ;
And with your swords, upon a pile of wood.
Let's hew his limbs, till they be clean consumed.
\Exeunt Lucius, QuiNTUS, Maetixts, and MuTlUS,
with AulBBXTS.
Tom. O cruel, irrehgious piety I
Chi, Was ever Scythia half so barbarous ?
Dem. Oppose not Scythia to ambitious Bome.
Alarbus goes to rest^ and we survive
To tremble under Titus' threatening look.
Then, madam, stand resolved ; but hope withal.
The self-same gods, that arm'd the queen of Troy
With opi)ortunity of sharp revenge
XJpon the Thracian tyrant in, his tent,
M^ favour Tamora, the queen of Goths
(When Goths were Goths, and Tamora was queen).
To quit the bloody wrongs upon her foes.
Se-enter LuciUS, QniKTXrs, Mabtitjs, and MUTlirs, with their
ewords bloody.
Luc. See, lord and father, how we have perform'd
Dur Boman rites : Alarbur limbs are lopped,
>leappe3
ng.
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And entrails feed the sacAfioing fire,
Whose smoke, like incense, doth perfume the sky.
Bemaineth nought, but to inter our brethren,
And with loud 'iarums welcome them to Eome.
TU. Let it be so, and let Andronicus
Make this his latest farewell to their souls.
[Trumpets sounded, and the coffins laid in the tomh.
In peace and honour rest you here, my sons;
Bome's readiest champions, repose jovl here,
Secure from worldly chances and mishaps !
Here lurks no treason, here no envy swells,
Here ^ow no damnea grudges ; here are no storms, .
No noise, but silence and eternal sleep :
Enter Latenia.
In peace and honour rest you here, my sons :
Lav. In peace and honour live Lord Titus long ;
My noble lord and father, live in fame I
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 the earth, for thy return to Icome :
O, bless me here with thy victorious hand.
Whose fortunes Rome's best citizens applaud.