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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.

TIT. 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 abroad new business for you all? Rome, I have been thy soldier forty years, 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 scepter to control the world: Upright he held it, lords, that held it last.

MAR. Titus, thou shalt obtain and ask the em


SAT. Proud and ambitious tribune, canst thou


TIT. Patience, prince Saturnine."


Romans, do me right;Patricians, draw your swords, and sheath them not Till Saturninus be Rome's emperor :Andronicus, 'would thou wert shipp'd to hell, Rather than rob me of the people's hearts.


don this robe,] i. e. do on this robe, put it on. So, in

"Then up he rose, and don'd his clothes."


Titus, thou shalt obtain and ask the empery.] Here is rather too much of the ὕστερον πρότερον. STEEVENS.

"Patience, prince Saturnine.] Edition 1600,Patience, prince Saturninus. TODD.

Luc. Proud Saturnine, interrupter of the good That noble-minded Titus means to thee!

TIT. Content thee, prince; I will restore to thee The people's hearts, and wean them from themselves.

BAS. 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.

TIT. People of Rome, and people's tribunes here, I ask your voices, and your suffrages; Will you bestow them friendly on Andronicus? TRIB. To gratify the good Andronicus, And gratulate his safe return to Rome, The people will accept whom he admits.

TIT. 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 common-weal:
Then if you will elect by my advice,
Crown him, and say,-Long live our emperor!
MAR. 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.

SAT. Titus Andronicus, for thy favours done

thy friends,] Old copies friend. Corrected in the fourth folio. MALONE.

Edition 1600, friend, as in other old copies noted by Mr. Malone. TODD.

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 emperess,

Rome's royal mistress, mistress of my heart,
And in the sacred Pantheon? her espouse:
Tell me, Andronicus, doth this motion please thee?
TIT. It doth, my worthy lord; and, in this match,
I hold me highly honour'd of your grace:
And here, in sight of Rome, to Saturnine,-
King and commander of our common-weal,
The wide world's emperor,-do I consecrate
My sword, my chariot, and my prisoners;
Presents well worthy Rome's imperial lord :'
Receive them then, the tribute that I owe,
Mine honour's ensigns humbled at thy feet.


SAT. 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.

TIT. Now, madam, are you prisoner to an em


[TO TAMORA. To him, that for your honour and your state, Will use you nobly, and your followers.

SAT. A goodly lady, trust me; of the hue

Pantheon-] The quarto, 1611, and the first folioPathan; the second folio-Pantheon. STEEVens.

Edition 1600 Pathan, as in other copies noted by Mr. Steevens. TODD.

imperial lord:] Edition 1600:

imperious lord. TODD.

That I would choose, were I to choose anew.---that cloudy countenance;

Clear up, fair queen,

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?

LAV. Not 1, my lord; sith true nobility
Warrants these words in princely courtesy.

SAT. Thanks, sweet Lavinia.-Romans, let us go: Ransomeless here we set our prisoners free: Proclaim our honours, lords, with trump and drum. BAS. Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is [Seizing LAVINIA.


TIT. How,sir? Are you in earnest then, my lord? BAS. Ay, noble Titus; and resolv'd withal, To do myself this reason and this right.

[The Emperor courts TAMORA in dumb show. MAR. Suum cuique is our Roman justice: This prince in justice seizeth but his own.

Luc. And that he will, and shall, if Lucius live.

Lav. Not I, my lord;] It was pity to part a couple who seem to have corresponded in disposition so exactly as Saturninus and Lavinia. Saturninus, who has just promised to espouse her, already wishes he were to choose again; and she who was engaged to Bassianus (whom she afterwards marries) expresses no reluctance when her father gives her to Saturninus. Her subsequent raillery to Tamora is of so coarse a nature, that if her tongue had been all she was condemned to lose, perhaps the author (whoever he was) might have escaped censure on the score of poetick justice. STEEVENS.

TIT. Traitors, avaunt! Where is the emperor's


Treason, my lord; Lavinia is surpriz❜d.

SAT. Surpriz'd! By whom?


By him that justly may

Bear his betroth'd from all the world away.

[Exeunt MARCUS and BASSIANUS, with LA


MUT. Brothers, help to convey her hence away, And with my sword I'll keep this door safe.

[Exeunt LUCIUS, QUINTUS, and MARTIUS. TIT. Follow my lord, and I'll soon bring her


MUT. My lord, you pass not here.

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Luc. My lord, you are unjust; and, more than


In wrongful quarrel you have slain your son.

TIT. Nor thou, nor he, are any sons of mine:
My sons would never so dishonour me:
Traitor, restore Lavinia to the emperor.

Luc. Dead, if you will; but not to be his wife,

That is another's lawful promis'd love.


SAT. No, Titus, no; the emperor needs her not, Not her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock:

'Not her,] Edition 1600-Nor her. TODD.

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