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With my requcjit, whidi. 111 make bold, your

bighnesa
Cannot deny ; he bath done no Briton harm.
Though he have 8erv*d a Roman : save him, air,
And spare no blood beside.

Cifm, I have sorely leen him:

Els favour is familiar to me.
Boy, thon hast looked thyself hito my grace.
And ait mine own.— I luiow not why, nor where-
fore, ,
To say live, boy : ne'er tliank thy master ; live :
And ask of Cymbeline what boon thou wilt,
Fitting my bounty and thy sUte, 111 give it ;
Yea, though thm do demand a prisoner,
The noblest ta'en.

Imo, I humbly thank Tonr highneifl.

Lue. I do not bid thee beg my life, good lad;
And yet I know thoa wilt.

Imo, No, no: alack,

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Bitter to me as death ; jonr life, good master,
Uust shuffle for itself.

Lhc The boy disdains me.

He leaves me, sooms me : Briefly die their joys,
That place them on the truth of girls and boys.
Whv stands be so perplez'd?

Oym, What wouldst thou, boy?

I love thee more and more ; think more and more
What^ best to ask. Know^t him thon look'st

on? speak.
Wilt have him live? Is he thy kin, thy friend?

Imo, He is a Roman; no more kin to me
Than I to your highness ; who, being bom your

vassal.
Am something nearer

Cytn. Wherefore ey^t him so ?

Imo, 111 tell yon, sir, in private, if yon please
To give me hearing.

Cym, Ay, with all my heart.

And lend my best attention. What^s thy name?

Imo, Fidele, sir.

Cum, Thon art my good youth, my page ;

111 be thy master: Walk with me; speak freely.
[Cyiidblinb and Imogen converse apart,

BeL la not this boy reviv'd from death ?

Arv, One sand another

Not more resembles that sweet rosy Ud
Who died, and was Fidele :— What thhik yon ?

Qui, The same dead thing alive.

Bd, Peace, peacel see further ; he eyes ns not;
forbear;
Creatures may be alike : weret he, I am sore
He would have spoke to ns.

Qui, But we saw him dead.

Bel. Be silent; let's see further.

Pis. It b my mistress. [Aside,

Since she is living, let the time run on
To good or bad. [Cym. and I mo. come forward,

Cym. Come, stand thou by our side ;

Make thy demand aloud.— Sir, [to Iacb.] step you

forth;
Give answer to this boy, and do it f^ely ;
Or, bv our greatness, and the grace of it.
Which is our honour, bitter torture shall
Winnow the truth from falsehood.— On, speak to
him.

Imo, My boon is, that this gentleman may render
Of whom ne had this ring.

Fbst. Whaf^ that to him ? [Aside,

Cym, That diamond upon your finger, say
How eame it yours ?

lack, Thoult torture me to leave unspoken that
Which, to be spoke, would torture thee.

Cym. Howl me?

laA, I am glad to be oonstrain'd to utter that
Which torments me to conceal. By villainy
1 got this ring; 'twas Leonatus' jewel :
Whom thon didst banish ; and (which more may

grieve thee
As it doth me) a nobler sir ne'er liv'd
Twixt sky and ground. Wilt thou hear more,
my lord?

Cym, All that belongs to this.

lack. That paragon, thy daughter,—

For whom my heart drops blood, and my fiUse

spirits
QuaH to remember,— Give me leave ; I faint

Cym, My daughter 1 what of her ? Renew thy
strength :
I had rather thou shouldst live while nature will.
Than die ere I hear more: strive, man, andapeak.

2ach, Upon a time (unhappy was the clock
That struck the hour I) it was in^Bome (aocars^d
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The mansion wherel) *twas at a feast (O Vould
Oar viands had been poison 'd I or, at least,
Those which I heaved to head I) the good Post-

hurous
(What shoald I say? he was too good, to be
Where ill men were; and was the best of all
Amongst the rar'st of good ones), sitting sadly,
Hearing ns praise our loves of Italy
For beanty that made barren the swelFd boast
Of him that best could speak ; for feature, laming
The shrine of Venus, or straight-pight Minerva,
Postures beyond brief nature ; for condition,
A shop of all the qualities that man
Loves woman for; besides, that hook of wiving,
Fairness, which strikes the eye :—

Cynu I stand on fire :

Come to the matter.

lack. All too soon I shall,

(Jnless thoa wouldst grieve quickly. — This Post-
humus
(Most like a noble lord in love, and one
That had a royal lover) took this hint ;
And, not dispraising whom we prais'd (therein
Ho was as calm as virtue), he began
His mistress* picture ; which by nis tongue being

made.
And then a mind put !n*t, either our brags
Were orack'd of kitchen trulls, or his description
Prov*d OS mispeaking sots.

Cym, Nay, nay, to the purpose.

lack. Your danghter*s chastity — there it begins.
He spake of her, as Dian had hot dreams,
And she alone were cold ; Whereat, 1, wretch I
Made scruple of his praise ; and wager*d with him
Pieces of gold, 'gainst this which then he wore
Upon his honoured finger, to attain
In suit the place of his bed, and win this ring
By hers ana mine adultery : he, true knight.
No tenser of her honour confident
Than I did truly find her, stakes this ring;
And would so, had it been a carbuncle
Of Phoebus' wheel, and might so safely, had it
Been all the worth of his car. Away to Britain
Post I in this design : Well may yoa, sir,
Remember ine at court, where I was taught
Of year chaste daughter the wide difference
Twixt amorous and villainous. Being thus

quenched
Of hope, not longing, mine Italian brain
Uan in your duller Britain operate
Most vilely ; for my vantage, excellent:
And, to be brief^ my practice so prevail d
That I retunrd with simnlar proof enough
To make the noble Leonatus mad,
Bv wounding his belief in her renown
With tokens thus, and thus; averring notes
Of chamber-hanging, pictures, this her bracelet,
(O, cunning, how I got it I) nay, some marks
Of secret on her person, that he could not
But think her bond of chastity quite craok'd,
I having ta'en tlie forfeit. Whereupon, —
Methinks, I see him now, —

Post. Ay, so thou dost, \C<mmgfonDoard»

Italian fiend t— Ah me. most credulous u>o],
Egregious murderer, tnief, anything
That's duo to all the villains past, in being.
To come! — O, give me cord, or knife, or poison,
Some upright jnsticer I Thou, king, send out
For torturers mgenioos: it is I
That all the abhorred things o* the earth amend,
By being worse than they. I am Posthumus,
That kiird thy daughter:— villain-like, I lie ;
That caus'd a lesser villain than myself,



A sacrilegious thief, to do*t:— the temple
Of virtue was she; yea, and she herself.
Spit and throw stones, cast mire upon me, set
The dogs o' the streets to bay me : every villain
Be call'd Posthumus Leonatus; and
Be villainy less than twasi — O Imogenl
My queen, my life, my wife! O Imogen,
Imogen, Imogen!
Imo. Peace, my lord ; hear, hear ! —

PobU Shairs have a play of this ? Thou scomfal

There lie thy part. [Striking her: ihefalU,

Pia, O, gentlemen, help

Mine, and your mistress :— O, my lord Postlmmos 1
You ne'er kill'd Imogen till now : — Help, help ! —
Mine honour 'd lady!

Cym, Does the world go round?

Post, How oome these staggers on me?

Pis. Wake, my mistress 1

Cym, If this be so, the gods do mean to strike me
To death with mortal joy.

Pis, How fares my mistress ?

Imo, O, get thee {h>m my sight ;
Thou gftv'st me poison : dangerous fellow, henoel
Breathe not where princes are !

Cym, The time of Imogen I

Fi», Lady,
The gods throw stones of sulphur on me, if
That box I (rave you was not thought by me
A precious thing ; 1 had it from the queen.

Cym, New matter still ?

Imo, It poisoned me.

Cor, Ogodsl—

I left out one thing which the queen confess'd,
Wliich must approve thee honest : if Pisanio
Have, said she. given bis mistress that confection
Which I gave him for cordial, she is serv'd
As I would serve a rat.

Cym, What's this, Comeliof ?

Cor. The queen, sir, very oft importnn'd me
To temper poisons for her ; still pretending
The satisfaction of her knowledge only
In killing creatures vile, as cats and dogs
Of no esteem : I, dreading that her purpose
Was of more danger, did compound for her
A certain stuff, which, being ta'en, would cease
The present power of life; but, in short time,
All offices of nature should again
Do their due functions. — Have you ta'en of it?

Imo, Most like I did, for I was dead.

Bd, My boys,

There was our error.

QuL This is sure, Fidele.

Imo, Why did yoa throw yocu' wedded lady from
you?
Thbk that yoa are upon a rock, and now
Throw me again. [ Rmbraang hun.

PmU Hang there like fruit, my sool,

Till the tree die!

Cym. How now, my flesh, my child>

What, mak*8t thou me a dullard in this act?
Wilt thou not speak to me ?

Imo, Your blessing, sir. [Knodmg,

Bd, Though yon did love this youth, I blame
ye not ;
You had a motive for it [7b Qui. and Axv

Cym, My tears, that &I1,

Prove holy water on thee I Imogen,
Thy mother*s dead.

Imo, Vm sorry for*t, my lord.

Cym, O, she was naught ; and long of her it was
That we meet here so strangely : But her son
Is gone, we know not how, nor whm, .

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Pi$. My lord,

Now f«ar is from me, FU speak troth. Lord Cloten,
Upon mj lady's missing, came to me
With his sword drawn ; foam'd at the month, and

swore
If I disoover'd not which way she was gone,
It was my instant death: By accident,
I bad a feigned letter of my mnster's
Then in my pocket ; which directed him
To seek her on the mountains near to Milford ;
Where, in a frenzy, in my master's garments,
Which he enforo*a from me, away he posts
With nnchaste parpofie, and with oath to violate
Mr lady*8 honour : what became of him,
I further know not

GfiL Let me end the story :

( slew him there.

CywL Many, the gods forfendl

I wouid not thy good dseds should from my lips
Pluck a hard sentence : prithee, valiant youth,
Deny\ again.

GhtL I have spoken it, and I did it.

Cum, He was a prince.

Om, A most incivil one : Thewronf^hedidme
Were nothing prince-like, for he did provoke me
With Unguage that would make me spurn the sea.
If It could so roar to me : I cut oflTs head ;
And am right glad he is not standing here
To tell thb tale of mine.

Cifm, I am sorry for thee.

By thine own tongue thou art condemned, and most
Endure our law : Thou art dead.

Imo, That headless man

I thought bad been my lord.

Ci/m, Bind the offender,

And take him from our presence.

Bd. Stay, sir king:

This man is better than the man he slew,
As well descended as thyself; and hath
More of thee meriterl than a band of Olotens
Had ever scar fur.— Let his arms alone;

[Tothaguard.
They were not bom for bondage.

Cfym, Why, old soldier.

Wilt thon undo the worth thou art nn| aid for,
By tasting of our wrath? How of descent
Aj good as we?

Arv, In that he spake too fiff.

Oifnu And thon shalt die ror*t.

BeL We will die all three :

Bnt F will prove, that two of us are as good
As I have given out him.— Mv sons, I must.
For mine own part, unfold a dangerous speech.
Though, haply, well for you.

Jrv, Your danger^ ours.

Oui, And our good his.

BeL Have at it then.—

By leave ;— Thou hadst, great king, a subject who
was oall'd Belarioi.

Olfm. What of him? he is

A banished traitor.

BeL He it is that hath

As8Qm*d this age : indeed, a banished man ;
I know not how a traitor.

(y.n. Take him hence ;

The whole world shall not save him.

Bel. Not too hot:

Pint pa^ me for the nnndng of thy sons:
And lot It be confiscate all, so soon
As I have received it.

Olfm. Nnrsing of my sons ?

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Then, spare not tiie old frtther. Mighty sir,
Tliase two young gentlemen, that call me lather.
And think they are my sons, are none of mine;
They are the issue of your loins, my liege.
And blood of your begetting.

Oynu How! mvissne?

£iL So sure as yon your father's. I, old Morgan,
Am that Belarius whom you sometime banished :
Your pleasure was my mere offence, my punishment
Itself, and all my trea-^on: that I suffer d
Was all the harm 1 did. These gentle princes
(For such and so thev are) these twenty years
Have I train'd up : those arts they have, as I
Could put into them ; my breeding was, sir, as
Your highness knows. Their nurse, Euriphile,
Whom for the theft I wedded, stole these onildrsn
Upon my banishment: I mov'd her tot;
Having receiv'd the punishment before.
For that which I did then : Beaten for loyalty.
Excited me to treason : Their dear loss.
The more of you 'twas felt, the more it shaped
Unto my end of stealing them. But, gracious sir,
Here are your sons again, and I must lose
Two of the sweetest companions in the world :
The benediction of these covering heavens
Fall on their heads like dew I for they are worthy
To inUy heaven with stars.

Cym Thon weep^st, and speak'st

Tlie service, that you three have done, is more
Unlike than this thou telPst: I lost my children ;
If these be thev. 1 know not how to wish
A pair of worthier sons.

BeL Be pleas'd awhile. —

This gentleman, whom 1 call Polydore,
Most worthy prince, a<« yours, is trtie Uniderius
This gent'eman, my (jadwal, ArvinCgns,
Your younger princely son ; he, sir, was lappVI
In a mo5;t curious mantle, wrought by the hand
Of his queen mother, which, for more probation
I can with ease produce.

Cym, Guiderius bad

Upon his neck a mole, a sanguine star;
It was a mark of wonder.

BeL This is he;

Who hath upon him still that natural stamp :
It wMH wise Nature^ end in the donation,
To be his evidence now.

Cym, O, what am I

A mother to the birth of i hree ? Ne'er mother
Rejoic'd deliverance more: — Bless'd may you be.
That, after this strange starting from your orbs.
You may reign in them now ! O Imogen,
Thou hast lost by this a kingdom.

Imo. No, my lord ;

I have got two worlds by t O my gentle brothers.
Have we thos met? O never say hereafter
Bnt I am truest speaker : you ealrd me brother.
When I was but your sister ; I you brothers,
When you were so indeed.

Cym, Did yoa e*er meet ?

Arv. Ay, my good lord.

OuL And at first meeting lov'd ,

Continned so, until we thought he died.

C7or. By the queen's dram she swallow'd.

Cym. O rare instinct!

When shall I hear all throogfa? This fierce abridg-
ment
Hath **i it circumstantial branches, which
distinction should be rich in. — Where, how liv'd

you.
And when came yon to serve our Roman captive?
How parted with your brothers? how first met

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Why fledroa from the oonrt? and whither?

These,
And joor three motives to the hattle, with
I know not how much more, should be demanded ;
And all the other bj-dependencies,
From chance to chance; but nor the time, nor

place,
Will serve our long intergatories. Bee,
Postliumns anchors upon Im<^en ;
And she, like harmless lightning, throws her eye
Oa him, her brothers, me, her master, hitting
Each object with a joy ; the oounterchange
Is severally in all. Let's anit this ground,
And smoke the temple witn our sacoHfices.
Thoa art my brother : i5o well hold thee ever.

[7V>Bbl.

Imo. You are my &ther too ; and did relieve me
To see this gracious season.

Oym, All o'wjoVd,

Save these in bonds ; let them be joyiul too,
For they shall taste our comfort.

Imo, My good master,

I w.Jl yet do yon service.

Lue. Happy be yon 1

Cym, The forlorn soldier that so nobly fought,
He would have well becom*d this place, and

grac'd
The thankings of a king.

iVs<. I am, sir.

The soldier that did company these three
In poor beseeming; *twas a fitment for
The purpose I then followed:— That I was he,
Speak, lachimo ; I had you down, and might
Have made yon finish.

la^ I am down a^n : [Kneeling,

But now my heavy conscience smks mv knee,
As then your force did. Take that li^, 'beseech

you.
Which I so often owe : hot, your rin^ first ;
And here the bracelet of the truest pnnoess
That ever swore her faith.

Poet, Kneel not to me;

The power that I have on you is to spare Jrou ;
The malice towards you to forgive you : Live,
And deal with others better.

(hpn. Nobly doom*d;

We il learn our freeness of a son-in-Iaw ;
Pardon's the word to all.

An, You holp us, sir.

As yon did mean indeed to be our brother;
Joy'd are we that you are.

Pott, Your servant, princes.— Good my lord of
Rome,
Call fbrth your soothsayer : As I slept, methooght,
Great Jupiter, upon his eagle back,
App^'d to me, with other spritely shows
Or mine own kindred : when I wak'd, I foond
Tliis label on my IxMsom ; whose containmg
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Make no collection of it; let him show
His skill in the oonstmotbn.

Luc Philarmoiius I

Sooth. Here, my good lord.

Luc Read, and declare the meaning.

Sooth, [Reads,]

When as a lion's wfado shall, to hfanself mdcnown.
wtthoot seeking find, and be embraoed bj a pieoe oi
tender air : and whtm from a stately oedar Rhall bo lopned
braochee, wbich, being dend many years, shall after reTire,
be Jointed to the old stock, and freshly grow ; then ihal]
Posthumm end his miaoriea, Britain be fortunate^ and
flourish in peaoe and plentj.

Thou, Leonatus, art the lion*s whelp ;
The fit and apt construction of thy name.
Being Leo-natns, doth import so much :
The pieoe of tender air, thy virtuous daughter,

r 7b Ctmbbuhb.
Which we call sncOU aer: and mUUs aer
We term it muUer: which muUer I divine
Is this most constant wife; who, even now,
Answering the letter of the oracle.
Unknown to you, unsought, were dipped about
With this most tender air.

Gynu This hath some seeming.

Sooth, The lofty oedar, royal Cymbel'me,
Personates thee : and thy lopp'd branches point
Thy two sons forth : who, by Belartus stolen.
For many years thought dead, are now reviv^
To the majestic cedar joined; whose issue
Promises Britain peaoe and plenty.

Oym, Well,

My peace we will begin :— And, Gains Lnciiis,
Although the victor, we submit to Cesar,
And to the Roman empire ; nromi.sing
To pay our wonted tribute, trom the which



We were dissuaded by our wicked oneen :
Whom Heavens, in justice (both on her, i
Have laid most heavy hand.




Sooth, The fingers of the powers above do tone
The harmony of this peace. The vision
Which I msde known to Lucius, ere the stroke
Of this yet scarce-cold battle, at this instant
Is full accomplished: For the Roman eagle.
From south to west on wing soaring aloft.
Lessened herself, and in the beams o* the sun
So vanbh'd : which foreshowed our princely eagle
The imperial Ciesar, should again unite
His fiivour with the radiant Cymbeline.
Which shines here in the west.

Olfm, Laud we the gods.

And let our crooked smokes dimb to their nostriv
From our bless'd altars I Publish we this peaoe
To all our subjects. Set we torward : I^
A Roman and a BriUsh ensign wave
Friendly together: so through Lud'stownmaroh:
And in the temple of great Jupiter
Our peaoe well ratify; seal it with feasts.
Set on there :— Never was a war did cease.
Ere bloody hands were wash'd, with such a j



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BAS8IAlnJ8. brother to BatamlnuL

Ti. J8 AMDftOm ;U8. a noble Romaa.

MARCUS ANDR0NI0U8, toother to Tltu.

LUCIUS, MB to ntu Aadroalcvi.

QUnrruS, eoa to ntM ▲•dronleua.

ll ARTIU S, eon to Tltu Andronlcni.

MUTEUS^MB to Tltu Aadronicu.

Toanff LUCnfS. « boy, eon to Ladw.

fUBLIUS^eon to M&reoi the tribOML



[US, eon to!
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ALARBUS, eon to Tmbota.
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SEllHTJUUS. Mm to TMnonk

AARON, « Moor.

ACkntaln.

ATrfimno.

A M—«iger. AGBovb.

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TAMORA. Quen of tho OothiL

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ACTL



SCENE L— Borne.



WkimvK Snter the Tribunes (wwf Senators, alo/t;
and tJnen enter Satu RMN us omifAu Followers at
one dooTy^ oiu/ Bassiahus and Ma Followers at the
ctfter^ vnth drum and odour e,

8aL Noble patricinns, fMtrons of my right,
Defend the jastice of my cause with arms;
And, countrymen, my loving followers,
Plead my sucoesaive title with your swords:
I am his first-born son, that was the last
That wore the imperial diadem of Rome:
Then let my &ther*s honours live in me,
Nor wrong mine ac^e witli this indignity.

Basa. Bomans, friends, followers, fitvourers of
my right.
If BTer Bassianos, Caesar^ son,
Were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome,
Keep, then, this passage to the Capitol;
And suffer not dishonour to approach
Th' 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.

JEnier Marcus Avdrohicub, alo/t, with the crown.

Mate, Princes, that strive by Actions 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, sumamea Pius,
For many good and great deserts to Rome:
A nobler man, a braver warrior,
Liyes not this day within the city walls.
He by the senate is accited home,
Prom weary wars against the barbarooB Ootha,
That with his sons, a terror to our foes,
Hath yok*d a nation strong, trained up in arms.
Ten years are spent, since first he undertook
Thif OMse of Rome, and ohastised with arms



Our enemies pride: five times he hath returned
Bleeding to Rome, bearing his valiant sons
In coffins from the field ;
And now at last, laden with honour*s spoils,
Returns the i^ood 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 senators right.
Whom yon 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 I

Bate. Marcus Andronicus, so I do afi^
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 niy 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 weighed.

[Exeunt Followers of BASSiAHua.

Sat, Friends, that have been thus forward in my
right,
I thank you all, and here dismiss yon all ;
And to the love and fiivonr of my country
Commit myself, my person, and my cause.

[Exeunt Followers of Saturnihub.
Rome, be as just and gracious unto me,
As I am confident and kind to thee.
Open the gates and let me in.

Basa. Tribunes, and me, a poor competitor.
[Fhwriah, They go up into the Se nat e ho tm

SCENE II.— TAs aame.

Enter a Captain and othera.

Cap, Romans, make way: the good AndnmiooB
pRtron of virtue, Rome's best champion, .

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no a



With oononr and with fortane is retam*d
From where he circumscribed with his sword,
And broaght to yoke, the enemies of Home.

[Sound drumi and trttmpets, and tVn enter two qf
Titus' Sons. After them two Men hearing a
coffin covered with black : then two other Sons.
J/Ur them Titus Aniironicus; and then
Tamora, the Queen o/" Goths, am/ her two Sons,
Chiron and Demetrius, with Aaron itie Moor,
andothers^asmanyascanbe. They tet down the
coffin, and Tn'us speaks.

Til. Hail, Rome, Tictorions in thy monming

weeds I
Lo, as the bark that hath discharged her franght,
Returns with precious lading to the bay
From whence at first she weigh'd her anchorage,
Cometh Andronicus, bound with laural boughs,
To re-ea1nte his country with his tears.
Tears of true joy for his return to Rome.
Tliou great defender of this Capitol,
Stand gracious to the rites thnt we intend I
Romans, of five-and-twenty valiant sons,
Half of the number that king Priam had,
Behold the poor remains, alive and dead I
These that snrvive, let Rome reward with lov«:
These that I bring unto their latest home,
With burial amongst their ancestors.
Here Qoths have given me leave to sheath my

sword.
Titos, unkind; and careless of thine own,
Why sufTer'st thou thv sons, unburied yet,
To hover on the dreadful shore of Styx?
Make way to lay them by their brethren,



TITUS ANDRONICTT8.



\They open the tomb.



There greet in silence, as the dead are wont.

And sleep in peace, slain in your couutiy's wars :

O sacred receptacle of my jojs.

Sweet cell of virtue and nobility,

How many sons of mine hast thou in store,



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