Imatges de pÓgina


Thou and thy faction shall repent this rape. Bass. 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 I am possess'd of that is mine. Sat. 'T is good, sir ; you are very short with us ;

But, if we live, we 'll be as sharp with you. Bass. 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.
Tit. Prince Bassianus, leave to plead my deeds:

'T is 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 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.
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 us 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 't is to let a queen
Kneel in the streets, and beg for grace in vain.

[The preceding fourteen lines are spoken aside. 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 prevail'd.
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,

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.
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.
MARC. That on mine honour here I do protest.
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 swarea,
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


friends : This day shall be a love-day, Tamora.

That you

a Sware, in the folio. The quarto, swore.



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-jour. Sat. Be it so, Titus, and gramercy too.


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AARON. Now climbeth Tamora Olympus' top,

Safe out of Fortune's shot; and sits aloft,
Secure of thunder's crack or lightning 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 zodiac 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 long
Hast prisoner held, fetter'd in amorous chains,
And faster bound to Aaron's charming eyes
Than is Prometheus tied to Caucasus.

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Enter CHIRON and DEMETRIUS, braving. DEMET. Chiron, thy years want wit, thy wit wants edge,

And manners, to intrude where I am grac'd ;

And may, for aught thou know'st, affected be.
Chi. Demetrius, thou dost overween in all;

And so in this, to bear me down with braves.
'T is not the difference of a year or two
Makes me less gracious, or thee more fortunate:
I am as able, and as fit, as thou,
To serve, and to deserve my mistress's grace ;
And that my sword upon thee shall approve,

And plead my passions for Lavinia's love.
AARON. Clubs, clubs! these lovers will not keep the peace.
Demet. Why, boy, although our mother, unadvis'd,

Gave you a dancing rapier by your side,
Are you so desperate grown to threat your friends?
Go to; have your lath glued within your sheath,

you know better how to handle it.
CHI. Meanwhile, sir, with the little skill I have,

Full well shalt thou perceive how much I dare.
DENET. Ay, boy, grow ye so brave ?

Why, how now, lords?
So near the emperor's palace, dare you draw,
And maintain such a quarrel openly?
Full well I wot the ground of all this grudge;
I would not for a million of gold
The cause were known to them it most concerns.
Nor would your noble mother, for much more,
Be so dishonour'd in the court of Rome.

For shame, put up.

Not I, till I have sheath'd
My rapier in his bosom, and, withal,
Thrust those reproachful speeches down his throat,
That he hath breath'd in my dishonour here.

[They draw.


a Servile, in the quarto of 1600; the folio, idle, and so the quarto of 1611.

Nymph, in the quarto of 1600; the folio, and the quarto of 1611, queen.


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