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MAR. 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?

TIT. I know not, Marcus; but, I know, it is; Whether by device, or no, the heavens can tell: Is she not then beholden to the man

That brought her for this high good turn so far? Yes, and will nobly him remunerate.3

Flourish. Re-enter, at one side, SATURNINUS, attended; TAMORA, CHIRON, DEMETRIUS, and AARON At the Other, BASSIANUS, LAVINIA, and Others.

SAT. SO, Bassianus, you have play'd your prize;* God give you joy, sir, of your gallant bride.

BAS. And you of yours, my lord: I say no more, Nor wish no less; and so I take my leave.

SAT. Traitor, if Rome have law, or we have power, Thou and thy faction shall repent this rape.

BAS. 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; Mean while I am possess'd of that is mine.

SAT. 'Tis good, sir: You are very short with us; But, if we live, we'll be as sharp with you.


Yes, &c.] This line is not in the quarto. I suspect, when it was added by the editor of the folio, he inadvertently omitted to prefix the name of the speaker, and that it belongs to Marcus. In the second line of this speech the modern editors read-If by device, &c. MALONE.

play'd your prize;] A technical term in the ancient fencing-school. See Vol. V. p. 32, n. 8. STEEVENS.

BAS. 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 control'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.

TIT. 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!

TAM. 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.

SAT. What! madam! be dishonour'd openly, And basely put it up without revenge?

TAM. Not so, my lord; The gods of Rome forefend,

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-

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 us5 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

Kneel in the streets, and beg for grace in


Come, come, sweet emperor,come, Andronicus,
Take up
this good old man, and cheer the heart
That dies in tempest of thy angry frown.

SAT. Rise, Titus, rise; my empress hath pre-


TIT. I thank your majesty, and her, my lord: These words, these looks, infuse new life in me.

TAM. 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 ;—

- supplant us-] Edition 1600:-supplant you. TODD.


By my advice, all humbled on your knees,
You shall ask pardon of his majesty.

Luc. We do; and vow to heaven, and to his highness,

That, what we did, was mildly, as we might,
Tend'ring our sister's honour, and our own.

MAR. That on mine honour here I do protest.

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SAT. Away, and talk not; trouble us no more.TAM. 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.

SAT. 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.

TIT. 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 bon


SAT. Be it so, Titus, and gramercy too.



The same. Before the Palace.
Enter AARON.

AAR. Now climbeth Tamora Olympus' top,
Safe out of fortune's shot; and sits aloft,
Secure of thunder's crack, or lightning's flash;
Advanc'd above pale envy's threat'ning reach.
As when the golden sun salutes the morn,
And, having gilt the ocean with his beams,
Gallops the zodiack in his glistering coach,
And overlooks the highest-peering hills;
So Tamora.-

Upon her wit' doth earthly honour wait,
And virtue stoops and trembles at her frown.
Then, Aaron, arm thy heart, and fit thy thoughts,
To mount aloft with thy imperial mistress,
And mount her pitch; whom thou in triumph


Hast prisoner held, fetter'd in amorous chains;

"In the quarto, the direction is, Manet Aaron, and he is before made to enter with Tamora, though he says nothing. This scene ought to continue the first Act. JOHNSON.

In the edit. 1600, the stage-direction is-" Sound trumpets, manet Moore.". TODD.

7 Upon her wit-] We should read-Upon her will.


I think wit, for which she is eminent in the drama, is right. JOHNSON,

The wit of Tamora is again mentioned in this scene: "Come, come, our empress with her sacred wit," &c.




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