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Well, bury him, and bury me the next.

[They put him in the Tomb Luc. There lyethy Bones, sweet Mutins, with thy Friends 'Till we with Trophics do adorn thy Tomb.

They all kneel

, and fly
No Man Thed Tears for noble Mutins.
He lives in Fame, that died in Virtue's Cause.

Mar. My Lord, to step out of these sudden 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 devise or no, che Heavens can tell:
Is the not then beholding to the Man,
That brought her for this high good turn so far ?
Yes, and will Nobly him remunerate.
Flourish. Enter the Emperor, Tamora, Chiron and Deme

trius with the Moor at one Door. At the other Door Baffi
nus and Lavinia with others.

Sat, So, Basianus, you have plaid your Prize,
God give you Joy, Sir, of your Gallant Bride.

Baf. 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 Fa&ion 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 pofleft 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.

Baf. 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 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 control'd in that he frankly gave ;
Receive him then to favour, Saturning,

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That hath exprest himself in all his Deeds,
A Father and a Friend to thee, and Rome.

Tit. Prince Baffianus, 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 Saiurnine.

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 paft.

Sat. What, Madam, be dishonoured openly,
And basely put it up without Revenge?

Tam. Not so, my Lord,
The Gods of Rome fore-fend,
I should be Author to dishonour you,
But, on mine Honour dare, I undertake,
For good Lord Titus's 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 lowre looks affli& his gentle Heart.
My Lord, be ruld by me, be won at last,
Disemble all your Griefs and Discontents,
You are buc newly planted in your

Throne;
Left then the People and Partricians too,
Upon a just Survey take Titus part,
And fo supplant us for Ingratitude,
Which Rome reputes to be a hainous Sin,
Yield at Intreats, 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 Traiterous Sons,
To whom I sued for my dear Son's Life:
And make them know what 'tis to let a Queen
Kneel in the Streets, and beg for Grace in vain.
Come, come, sweet Emperor, come Andronicas,
Take up this good old Mar, and chear the Heart,
That dies in Tempest of thy angry Frown.

Sat. Rife, Titus, rise,
My Empress hath prevailid.
Tit. I thank

your Majesty, VOL. IV.

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And

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 för his good.
This Day all Quarrels die, Andronicus,
And let it be my Honour, good my Lord,
That I have reconcil'd your Friends and you.
For you, Prince Baffianus, I have past
My Word and Promise to the Emperor,
I hat you will be more mild and tractable.
And fear not, Lords;
And you, Lavinia,
By my Advice all humbled on your Knees,
You Mall ask Pardon of bis Majesty.

Luc. We do,
And vow to Heaven, and to his Highness,
That what we did, was mildly, as we might,
Tendring our Sister's Honour and our own,

Mar. That on mine Honour here I do proceft.
Sat. Away, and talk not, trouble us no more.

Tam. Nay, này,
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 fake and thy Brother's here,
And at my lovely Tamora's Intrear's
I do remit these young Mens hainous Faulis.
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 Batchelor from the Prieit.
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, and 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. (Exeunt.

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ACT II. SCENÉ I.

SCENE Rome. .

Enter Aaron alone.
Aaron. Ow climbeth Tamora Olympus top,

Safe out of Fortune's shot, and fits aloft,
Secure of Thunders crack, or Lightning flash,
Advancd above pale Envies threatning reach ;
As when the golden Sun salutes the morn,
And having gilt the Ocean with his Beams,
Gallops the Zodiack in his gliftring Coach,
And over-looks the highest piering Hills:
So Tamora.
Upon her Wit doth early Honour wait,
And Virtue ftoops and trembles at her Frown.
Then Aaron arm thy Heart, and fit thy Thoughts;
To mount aloft with thy Imperial Mistress,
And mount her Pirch, whom thou in triumph long
Hast Prisoner held, fetter'd in amorous Chains,
And faster bound to Aaron's charming Eyes,
Than is Prometheus ty'd to Caucasus.
Away with Navish Weeds, and idle Thoughts
I will be bright, and thine in Pearl and Gold,
To wait upon this new made Emperess.
To wait, said I ? To wanton with this Queen,
This Goddess, this Semiramis, this Queen,
This Syren, that will charm Rome's Saturnine, u
And see his Shipwrack, and his Common-weals.
Holla, what Storm is this?

Enter Chiron and Demetrius.
Dem. Chiron, thy Years want Wit, thy Wit wants Edge
And Manners, to intrude where I am Grac'd,
And may, for ought thou know'st, affeaed be.

Chi. Demetrius, thou doft over-ween in all,
And so in this, to bear me down with Braves:
'Tis 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 Grace,
And that my Sword upon thee fall approve,

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And plead my Passion for Lavinia's Love.

Aar, Clubs, Clubs, these Lovers will not keep the Peace.

Dem. Why Boy, although our Mother (unadvis’d) Gave you a dancing Rapier by your side,

so desperate grown to threat your Friends? Go to; have your Lath glued within your Sheath, Till you know better how to handle it.

Chi. Mean while Sir, with the little Skill I have,
Full well shalt thou perceive how much I dare.
Dem. Ay Boy, grow ye fo brave?

[They draw.
Aar. Why 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 Dishonoured in the Court of Rome.
For shame put up.

Dem. Not I, till I have sheath'd
My Rapier in his Bofom, and withal
Thrust these reproachful Speeches down his Throat,
That he hath breath'd in my Dishonour here.

Chi. For, that I am prepard and full resolv'd,
Foul spoken Coward !
Thoa thundrest with thy Tongue,
And with thy Weapon nothing dar'st perform.

Aar. Away, I say.
Now by the Gods that warlike Goths adore,
This petry Brabble will undo us all;
Why Lords and think you not how dangerous
It isto set upon a Prince's Right?
What is Lavinia then become so loose,
Or Basianus fo degenerate,
That for her Love such Quarrels may be broacht,
Without Controulment, Justice, or Revenge?'
Young Lords, beware --- and should the Empress know
This Discord's ground, the Mufick would not please

Chio I care not, I, knew she and all the World, I love Lavinia more than all the World.

Dem.

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