Pan. A goodly medicine for mine aching bones! O world! world! world! thus is the poor agent despised. O, traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a' work, and how ill requited! why should our endeavour be so loved, and the performance so loathed? what verse for it? what instance for it? - Let me see. Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing, Till he hath lost his honey, and his sting; Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail. Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted cloths. Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's Hall, [Exit. TITUS ANDRONICUS. DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. SATURNINUS, Son to the late Emperor of Rome, and afterwards declared Emperor. PUBLIUS, Son to Marcus the Tribune. EMILIUS, a noble Roman. DEMETRIUS, Sons to Tamora. AARON, a Moor, beloved by Ta BASSIANUS, Brother to Saturni- ALARBUS, QUINTUS, MARTIUS, MUTIUS, Sons to Titus Andro nicus. Young LUCIUS, a Boy, Son to Lu cius. mora. A Captain, Tribune, Messenger, 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, Rome; and the Country near it. ACT I. SCENE I. 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, friends, followers, favourers of my right, Bas. Romans, Were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome, And, Romans, fight for freedom in your choice. Enter MARCUS ANDRONICUS, aloft, with the Crown. Know, that the people of Rome, for whom we stand From weary wars against the barbarous Goths; And now at last, laden with honour's spoils, Renowned Titus, flourishing in arms. Let us entreat, - by honour of his name, Whom you pretend to honour and adore, That you withdraw you, and abate your strength: Sat. How fair the tribune speaks to calm my thoughts. In thy uprightness and integrity, And so I love and honour thee and thine, And her, to whom my thoughts are humbled all, [Exeunt the Followers of BASSIANUS. Sat. Friends, that have been thus forward in my right, I thank you all, and here dismiss you all; [Exeunt the Followers of SATURninus. Rome, be as just and gracious unto me, 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. SCENE II. The Same. Enter a Captain, and Others. Cap. Romans, make way! The good Andronicus, Patron of virtue, Rome's best champion, Successful in the battles that he fights, Sound Drums and Trumpets, &c. Enter MARTIUS and MUTIUS: after them, two Men bearing a Coffin covered with black; then LUCIUS and QUINTUS. 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 TITUS speaks. Tit. Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning weeds! Here Goths have given me leave to sheath my sword. Sweet cell of virtue and nobility, How many sons hast thou of mine in store, That thou wilt never render to me more? [The Tomb is opened. |