To enter into a long disquisition to prove this piece not to have been written by Shakspeare, would be an idle waste of time. To those who are not conversant with his writings, if particular passages were examined, more words would be necessary than the subject is worth: those who are well acquainted with his works, cannot entertain a doubt on the question.-I will however mention one mode by which it may be easily ascertained. Let the reader only peruse a few lines of Appius and Virginia, Tancred and Gismund, The Battle of Alcazar, Jerenimo, Selimus Emperor of the Turks, the Wounds of Civil War, the Wars of Cyrus, Locrine, Arden of Feversham, King Edward I. The Spanish Tragedy, Solyman and Perseda, King Leir, the old King John, or any other of the pieces that were exhibited before the time of Shakspeare, and he will at once perceive that Titus Andronicus was coined in the same mint.

The testimony of Meres, mentioned in a preceding note, alone remains to be considered. His enumerating this among Shakspeare's plays may be accounted for in the same way in which we may account for its being printed by his fellow comedians in the first folio edition of his works.

Meres

was, in 1598, when his book appeared, intimately connected with Drayton, and probably acquainted with some of the dramatic poets of the time, from some or other of whom he might have heard that Shakspeare interested himself about this tragedy, or had written a few lines for the author. The internal evidence furnished by the piece itself, as proving it not to have been the production of Shakspeare, greatly outweighs any single testimony on the other side. Meres might have been misinformed, or inconsiderately have given credit to

the rumour of the day. For six of the play which he has mentioned (exclusive of the evidence which the representation of the pieces themselves might have furnished), he had perhaps on better authority than the whisper of the theatre; for they were not then printed. He could not have been deceived by a title-page, as Dr. Johnson supposes; for Shakspeare's name is not in the title-page of the edition printed in quarto in 1611, and therefore we may conclude, was not in the title-page of that in 1594, of which the other was undoubtedly a re-impression. Had this mean performance been the work of Shakspeare, can it be supposed that the bookseller would not have endeavoured to procure a sale for it by stamping his name upon it?

In short, the high antiquity of the piece, its entry on the Stationer's books, and being afterwards printed without the name of our author, its being performed by the servants of Lord Petbroke, &c. the stately march of the versification, the whole colour of the composition, its resent blance to several of our most ancient dramas, the dissimilitude of the style from our author's un doubted compositions, and the tradition mentioned by Ravenscroft, when some of his contemporaries had not been long dead (for Lowin and Taylor, two of his fellow-comedians, were alive a few years before the Restoration, and Sir William D'Avenant, who had himself written for the stage in 1629, did not die till April, 1668); all these circumstances combined, prove with irresistible force that the play of Titus Andronicus has been erroneously ascribed to Shakspeare. MALONE.

In the library of the duke of Bridgewater, at Ashridge, is a volume of old quarto plays, cumbered R. I. 7, in which the first is Titus Andreecus This Mr. Todd has collated with the edition of 1793, and most of his collations may be seen in the edition of Shakspeare in 21 volumes, 1803, or in that of 1811. They appear of very little value. Mr. Malone, in his edition, marks a few lines here and there, which he supposes may have been written by Shakspeare; but these are of still less value, and might, in truth, have been written by many of Shakspeare's contemporaries. We have therefore passed them over without notice.

ACT I.

Sons to Tamora.

AARON, a Moor, beloved by Tamora.

A Captain, Tribune, Messenger, and Clown; Romans, Goths and Romans.

TAMORA, Queen of the Goths.

LAVINIA, Daughter to Titus Andronicus.

A Nurse, and a black Child.

Kinsmen of Titus, Senators, Tribunes, Officers, Soldiers, and Attendants.

SCENE 1-Rome. Before the Capitol. The tomb of the Andronici appearing; the Tribunes and Senators aloft, as in the Senate. Enter, below, SATURNINUS, and his Followers, on one side; and BASSIANUS and his Followers, 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 Rome; Then let my father's honours live in me, Nor wrong mine age with this indignity. Bas. Romans,-friends, followers, favourers of If ever Bassianus, Cæsar's son, (my right, Were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome, Keep then this passage to the Capitol, And suffer not dishonour to approach The 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. Enter MARCUS ANDRONICUS, aloft, with the

crown.

Mar. Princes,- that strive by factions, and by

friends,

Ambitiously for rule and empery,—

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!

Bas. Marcus Andronicus, so I do affy
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 my 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 weigh'd.

[Exeunt the Followers of Bassianus
Sat. Friends, that have been thus forward in my
I thank you all, and here dismiss you all; (right
And to the love and favour of my country
Commit myself, my person, and the cause.

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

Bas. Tribunes! and me, a poor competitor.
(Sat. and Bas. go into the Capitol, and exeunt
with Senators, Marcus &c.)

A special party, have, by common voice,
In election for the Roman empery,
Chosen Andronicus, surnamed Pius,

For many good and great deserts to Rome;
A nobier man, a braver warrior,
Lives not this day within the city walls:
He by the senate is accited home,
From weary wars against the barbarous Goths;
That, with his sons, a terror to our foes,
Hath yok'd a nation strong, train'd up in arms.
Ten years are spent, since first he undertook
This cause of Rome, and chastised with arms
Our enemies' pride: Five times he hath retura'd
Bleeding to Rome, bearing his valiant sons
La coffins from the field;

And now, at last, laden with honour's spoils,
Returns the good 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 senate's right,

Successful in the battles that he fights,
With honour and with fortune is return'd,
From where he circumscribed with his sword,
And brought to yoke, the enemies of Rome.
Flourish of trumpets, &c. Enter MUTIUS and
MARTIUS; after them, two men bearing a coffin
covered with black; then QUINTUS and LUCIUS.
After them, TITUS ANDRONICUS; and then
TAMORA, with ALARBUS, CHIRON, DEMETRIUS
AARON, and other Goths, prisoners; Soldiers
and People, following. The bearers set down
the coffin, and Trrus speaks.

Tit. Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning weeds!

Lo, as the bark, that hath discharg'd her fraught,
Returns with precious lading to the bay,
From whence at first she weigh'd her anchorage,
Cometh Andronicus, bound with laurel boughs,
To re-salute his country with his tears;
Tears of true joy for his return to Rome.

To hover on the draifi score of SI
Make way to lay them by the hire tuleb.
Tret mb is opened
There greet in silence, as the filare woul
And sleep in peace, san any are untry's wars!
O sacred receptacle of my rays,

S veet cellet varte and

How many sons of mine hast toxia store.
That the u wilt never re. Her to me more.

Ie. Give us the preidest prsier of the Goths,
Ad mines fratrum Sacritice t ́s desu,
That we may hew n. limbs, and, on a pile,
That so the Sadows be not mapeas'd,
Before this earthly prison of ter o nest
Nor we disturb'd with frodigies on earth.
Tit. I give him you; the noblest tout survives,
The eldest son of this distressed qaven.
Tam. Stay, Roman brethren:

quetor,

Gracious con

Victonous Titus, rue the tears I shed.
A mother's tears in passion for her son:
And, at tay sous were ever de ir to thee,
0. think my son to be as dear to me.
Suffice to not. that we are brought to Rome,
To beautify thy tramphs, and return,
Captive to thee, and to thy Roatan yoke;
Bat must may sons be slaughter'd in the streets,
For valiant domgs in their country's canse?
O! if to fight for king and common-weal
Were piety 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 merciful;
Sweet mercy is nobility 's true badge:
Thrice neble Titus, spare my first born son.

Tit. Patient yourself, madam, and pardon me, These are their brethren, whom you Goths beheld Alive, an I dead; and for their brethren slain, Religiously they ask a sacrifice.

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To tais your son is mark'd; and die he must.
To appease their groaning shadows that are gone.
Luc. Away with him and make a fire straight:
And with our swords, upon a pile of wood,
Let's hew his limbs, till they be clean consum'd.
Exeunt Lucius, Quintus, Martius, and
Mutius, with Alarbus.

Tam. O cruel, irreligious piety;
Ch. Was ever Scythia half so barbarous?
Dem. O pose not Scythia to ambitious Rome.
Alarbus goes to rest; and we survive
To tremble under Titus' threatening look.
Then, madam, stand resolv'd; but hope withal,
The self same gods, that aruid the queen of Troy
With opportunity of sharp revenge
Upon the Thracian tyrant in his tent,
May favour Tamora, the queen of Goths,
(When Goths were Goths, and Tamora was queen.)
To quit the bloody wrongs upon her foes.

Re-enter LUCIUS, QUINTUS, MARTIUS, and MUTIUS, with their swords bloody.

Luc. See, lord and father, how we have perform'd Our Roman rites: Alarbus' limbs are lopp'd, And entrails feed the sacrificing fire, Whose smoke, like incense, doth perfume the sky. Remaineth nought, but to inter our brethren, And with loud 'larums welcome them to Rome. Tit. Let it be so, and let Andronicus

Make this his latest farewell to their sonls.

Trumpets sounded, and the coffins lav
in the tomb.)

In peace and hor our rest you here, my sous:
Rome's readiest champions, repose you here,
Secure from worldly chances and mishaps!
Here lurks no treason, here no envy swells.
Here grow no damned grudges; here are no storms
No noise, but silence and eternal sleep:

Enter LAVINIA.

In reace and honour rest you here, my sons!
L. In peace and honour live lord Titus long;
My noble lord and father, live in fame!
Lo! at this tomb my tributary tears
1 render, for my brethren's obsequies;
And at thy feet I kneel, with tears of joy
Saed on the earth, for thy return to Rome:
O bless me here with thy victorious hand,
Whose fortunes Rome's best citizens appland.

Trt. Kind Rome, that hast thus lovingly reserv'd
The cordial of mine age to glad my heart!-
Lavinia, live; outlive thy father's days.
And fame's eternal date, for virtue's praise!
Enter MARCUS ANDRONICUS, SATURNINUS, BAS
SIANUS, and others.

Mar. Long live lord Titus, my beloved brother: Gracious triumpher in the eyes of Rome! Tit. Thanks, gentle tribune, noble brother Mar

Mar. And welcome, nephews, from successdal You that survive, and you that sleep in fame. Fair lords, your fortunes are alike in all, That in your country's service drew your swords: But safer triumph is this funeral pomp, That hath aspir'd to Solon's happiness, And triumphs over chance, in honour's bed.Titus Andronicus, the people of Rome, Whose friend in justice thou hast ever been, Send thee by me, their tribune, and their trust, This palliament of white and spotless hue; 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 led my country's strength successfully; And buried one and twenty valiant sons, Knighted in field, slain manfully in armins, In right and service of their noble country Give me a staff of honour for mine age, But not a sceptre to control the world: Upright be held it, lords, that held it last.Mar. Titus, thou shalt obtain and ask the empery. Sat. Proud and ambitious tribune, canst th

tell?

Tit. Patience, prince Saturnine.

Sat. Romans, do me right:Patricians, draw your swords, and sheath them not Till Saturninus be Rome's emperor :Andronicus, 'would thou were shipp'd to bell, Rather than rob me of the people's hearts. 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 tribanes ber 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 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 told 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 houour'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,
Rovians, forget your fealty to me.

Tit. Now, madam, are you prisoner to an emperor: (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 That I would choose, were I to choose anew.fair queen, that cloudy countenance;

Car up,

Luc. My lord, you are unjust; and, more than so, 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 promised love. [Exit.

Sat. No, Titus, no; the emperor needs her not.
Nor her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock:
I'll trust by leisure him that mocks me once;
Thee never, nor thy traitorous haughty sons,
Confederates all thus to dishonour me.

Was there none else in Rome to make a stale of,
But Saturnine? Full well, Andronicus,
Agree these deeds with that proud brag of thine,
That said'st, I begg'd the empire at thy hand.
Tit. O monstrous! what reproachful words are
these?

Sat. But go thy ways; go, give that changing piece
To him that flourish'd for her with his sword:
A valiant son-in-law thou shalt enjoy;
One fit to bandy with thy lawless sons,
To ruffle in the commonwealth of Rome.

Tit. These words are razors to my wounded heart.
Sat. And therefore, lovely Tamora, queen of
Goths,-

That, like the stately Phoebe 'mongst her nymphs,
Dost overshine the gallant'st dames of Rome,-
If thou be pleas'd with this my sudden choice,
Behold, I choose thee, Tamora, for my bride,
And will create thee emperess of Rome.
Speak, queen of Goths, dost thou applaud my choice?
And here I swear by all the Roman gods,-
Sith priest and holy water are so near,
And tapers burn so bright, and every thing
In readiness for Hymeneus stands,-

(swear,

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

Dunt all your hopes; Madam, he comforts you,
Can make you greater than the queen of Goths.-
Lavinia, you are not displeas'd with this?
Lar. Not I, my lord; sith trae nobility
Warrants these words in princely courtesy.
Sat. Thanks, sweet Lavinia.-Romans, let us go;
Ransomless here, we set our prisoners free:
Proclaim our honours, lords, with trump and drum.
Bas. Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is mine.
(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 shew.)
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. Tit. Traitors, avaunt! Where is the emperor's guard?

Treason, my lord; Lavinia is surpris'd.
Sat. Surpris'd! By whom?
Bas.

By him that justly may
Bear his betroth'd from all the world away.
Exeunt Marcus and Bassianus, with Lavinia.
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 back.

A loving nurse, a mother to his youth.
Sat. Ascend, fair queen, Pantheon:-Lords, ac-
company

Your noble emperor, and his lovely bride,
Sent by the heavens for prince Saturnine,
Whose wisdom hath her fortune conquer'd:
There shall we consummate our spousal rites.
[Exeunt Saturninus, and his Followers; Ta-
mora, and her Sons; Aaron, and Goths.
Tit. I am not bid to wait upon this bride -
Titus, when wert thou wont to walk alone,
Dishonour'd thus, and challenged of wrongs?
Re-enter MARCUS, LUCIUS, QUINTUS, and MARTIUS.
Mar. O, Titus, see, O, see what thou hast done!
In a bad quarrel slain a virtuous son.

Tit. No, foolish tribune, no; no son of mine,-
Nor thou, nor these, confederates in the deed
That hath dishonour'd all our family:
Unworthy brother, and unworthy sons!

Luc. But let us give him burial, as becomes;
Give Mutius burial with our brethren.

Tit. Traitors, away! he rests not in this tomb.
This monument five hundred years hath stood,
Which I have sumptuously re-edified:
Here none but soldiers, and Rome's servitors,
Repose in fame; none basely slain in brawls:-
Bury him where you can, he comes not here.

Mar. My lord, this is impiety in you:
My nephew Mutius' deeds do plead for him;
He must be buried with his brethren.
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Quin. & Mar. And shall, or him we will accon

Tit. And shall? What villain was it spoke that word?

Quin. He that would vouch't in any place but here. Tit. What, would you bury him in my despite? Mar. No, noble Titus: but entreat of thee To pardon Mutius, and to bury him.

Tit. Marcus, even thou hast struck upon my crest, And, with these boys, mine honour thou hast wounded:

My foes I do repute you every one :

So trouble me no more, but get you gone.

Mar. He is not with himself; let us withdraw.
Quin. Not I, till Mutius' bones be buried.

(Marcus and the sons of Titus kneel.)
Mar. Brother, for in that name doth nature plead.
Quin. Father, and in that name doth nature speak.
Tit. Speak thou no more, if all the rest will speed.
Mar. Renowned Titus, more than half my soul,-
Luc. Dear father, soul and substance of us all,-
Mar, Suffer thy brother Marcus to inter
His noble nephew here in virtue's nest,
That died in honour and Lavinia's cause.
Thou art a Roman, be not barbarons.
The Greeks, upon advice, did bury Ajax
That slew himself; and wise Laertes' son
Did graciously plead for his funerals.
Let not young Matins then, that was thy joy,
Be barr'd his entrance here.
Tut.
Rise, Marcus, rise :-
The dismall'st day is this, that e'er I saw,
To be dishonour'd by my sons in Rome!-
Well, bury him, and bury me the next.

(Mutius is put into the tomb.) Luc. There lie thy bones, sweet Mutius, with thy friends,

Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomb!—

All. No man shed tears for noble Mutius:
He lives in fame, that died in virtue's cause.
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. 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.
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.

power,

Sat. Traitor, if Rome have law, or we have
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.
Bas. My lord, what I have done, as best I may,
Answer I must, and shall do with my life.
Only this much I give your grace to know,-
By all the duties which 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: '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 of all;
And at my suit, sweet, pardon what is past.
Sat. What! madam! be dishonour'd openly,
And basely put it up without revenge? (lend,

Tam. Not so, my lord; The gods of Rome fore-
I should be author to dishonour you!
But, on my 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 beinous 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
queen
[vain.-
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.

Aside

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 to me. Tam. Titus, I am incorporate to 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 ;By my advice, all humbled on your knees, You shall ask pardon of his majesty.

Thighness

Luc. We do; and vow to heaven, and to b 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.
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 les-