SATURNINUS, son to the late Emperor of Rome, afterwards Emperor
BASSIANUS, brother to Saturninus
TITUS ANDRONICUS, a noble Roman
MARCUS ANDRONICUS, Tribune of the People, and brother to Titus
Sons to Titus Andronicus:
YOUNG LUCIUS, a boy, son to Lucius
PUBLIUS, son to Marcus Andronicus
Kinsmen to Titus:
AEMILIUS, a noble Roman
Sons to Tamora:
AARON, a Moor, beloved by Tamora
TAMORA, Queen of the Goths
LAVINIA, daughter to Titus Andronicus
A NURSE, and a black CHILD
Romans and Goths, Senators, Tribunes, Officers, Soldiers, and
The Tomb of the ANDRONICI appearing; the Tribunes and Senators aloft. Enter, below, from one side, SATURNINUS and his Followers; and, from the other side, BASSIANUS and his Followers; with drum and coloursSATURNINUS
Noble patricians, patrons of my right,BASSIANUS
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.
Romans, friends, followers, favorers of my right,MARCUS ANDRONICUS
If ever Bassianus, Caesar′s son,
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
Princes, that strive by factions and by friendsSATURNINUS
Ambitiously for rule and empery,
Know that the people of Rome, for whom we stand
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 nobler man, a braver warrior,
Lives not this day within the city walls:
He by the senate is accit′d home
From weary wars against the barbarous Goths;
That, with his sons, a terror to our foes,
Hath yoked 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 return′d
Bleeding to Rome, bearing his valiant sons
In coffins from the field;
And now at last, laden with horror′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,
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.
How fair the tribune speaks to calm my thoughts!BASSIANUS
Marcus Andronicus, so I do allySATURNINUS
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 favor
Commit my cause in balance to be weigh′d.
Exeunt the followers of BASSIANUS
Friends, that have been thus forward in my right,BASSIANUS
I thank you all and here dismiss you all,
And to the love and favor of my country
Commit myself, my person and the cause.
Exeunt the followers of SATURNINUSRome, be as just and gracious unto me
As I am confident and kind to thee.
Open the gates, and let me in.
Tribunes, and me, a poor competitor.Captain
Flourish. SATURNINUS and BASSIANUS go up into the Capitol
Enter a Captain
Romans, make way: the good Andronicus.TITUS ANDRONICUS
Patron of virtue, Rome′s best champion,
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.
Drums and trumpets sounded. 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, DEMETRIUS, CHIRON, AARON, and other Goths, prisoners; Soldiers and people following. The Bearers set down the coffin, and TITUS speaks
Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning weeds!LUCIUS
Lo, as the bark, that hath discharged her fraught,
Returns with precious jading 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.
Thou great defender of this Capitol,
Stand gracious to the rites that we intend!
Romans, of five and twenty valiant sons,
Half of the number that King Priam had,
Behold the poor remains, alive and dead!
These that survive let Rome reward with love;
These that I bring unto their latest home,
With burial amongst their ancestors:
Here Goths have given me leave to sheathe my sword.
Titus, unkind and careless of thine own,
Why suffer′st thou thy sons, unburied yet,
To hover on the dreadful shore of Styx?
Make way to lay them by their brethren.
The tomb is openedThere greet in silence, as the dead are wont,
And sleep in peace, slain in your country′s wars!
O sacred receptacle of my joys,
Sweet cell of virtue and nobility,
How many sons of mine hast thou in store,
That thou wilt never render to me more!
Give us the proudest prisoner of the Goths,TITUS ANDRONICUS
That we may hew his limbs, and on a pile
Ad manes fratrum sacrifice his flesh,
Before this earthy prison of their bones;
That so the shadows be not unappeased,
Nor we disturb′d with prodigies on earth.
I give him you, the noblest that survives,TAMORA
The eldest son of this distressed queen.
Stay, Roman brethren! Gracious conqueror,TITUS ANDRONICUS
Victorious Titus, rue the tears I shed,
A mother′s tears in passion for her son:
And if thy sons were ever dear to thee,
O, think my son to be as dear to me!
Sufficeth not that we are brought to Rome,
To beautify thy triumphs and return,
Captive to thee and to thy Roman yoke,
But must my sons be slaughter′d in the streets,
For valiant doings in their country′s cause?
O, if to fight for king and commonweal
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 noble Titus, spare my first-born son.
Patient yourself, madam, and pardon me.LUCIUS
These are their brethren, whom you Goths beheld
Alive and dead, and for their brethren slain
Religiously they ask a sacrifice:
To this your son is mark′d, and die he must,
To appease their groaning shadows that are gone.
Away with him! and make a fire straight;TAMORA
And with our swords, upon a pile of wood,
Let′s hew his limbs till they be clean consumed.
Exeunt LUCIUS, QUINTUS, MARTIUS, and MUTIUS, with ALARBUS
O cruel, irreligious piety!CHIRON
Was ever Scythia half so barbarous?DEMETRIUS
Oppose not Scythia to ambitious Rome.LUCIUS
Alarbus goes to rest; and we survive
To tremble under Titus′ threatening looks.
Then, madam, stand resolved, but hope withal
The self-same gods that arm′d the Queen of Troy
With opportunity of sharp revenge
Upon the Thracian tyrant in his tent,
May favor 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
See, lord and father, how we have perform′dTITUS ANDRONICUS
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.
Let it be so; and let AndronicusLAVINIA
Make this his latest farewell to their souls.
Trumpets sounded, and the coffin laid in the tombIn peace and honour rest you here, my sons;
Rome′s readiest champions, repose you here in rest,
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:
In peace and honour rest you here, my sons!
In peace and honour live Lord Titus long;TITUS ANDRONICUS
My noble lord and father, live in fame!
Lo, at this tomb my tributary tears
I render, for my brethren′s obsequies;
And at thy feet I kneel, with tears of joy,
Shed on the earth, for thy return to Rome:
O, bless me here with thy victorious hand,
Whose fortunes Rome′s best citizens applaud!
Kind Rome, that hast thus lovingly reservedMARCUS ANDRONICUS
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, below, MARCUS ANDRONICUS and Tribunes; re-enter SATURNINUS and BASSIANUS, attended
Long live Lord Titus, my beloved brother,TITUS ANDRONICUS
Gracious triumpher in the eyes of Rome!
Thanks, gentle tribune, noble brother Marcus.MARCUS ANDRONICUS
And welcome, nephews, from successful wars,TITUS ANDRONICUS
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 aspired 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.
A better head her glorious body fitsMARCUS ANDRONICUS
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 arms,
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 he held it, lords, that held it last.
Titus, thou shalt obtain and ask the empery.SATURNINUS
Proud and ambitious tribune, canst thou tell?TITUS ANDRONICUS
Patience, Prince Saturninus.SATURNINUS
Romans, do me right:LUCIUS
Patricians, draw your swords: and sheathe 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!
Proud Saturnine, interrupter of the goodTITUS ANDRONICUS
That noble-minded Titus means to thee!
Content thee, prince; I will restore to theeBASSIANUS
The people′s hearts, and wean them from themselves.
Andronicus, I do not flatter thee,TITUS ANDRONICUS
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.
People of Rome, and people′s tribunes here,Tribunes
I ask your voices and your suffrages:
Will you bestow them friendly on Andronicus?
To gratify the good Andronicus,TITUS ANDRONICUS
And gratulate his safe return to Rome,
The people will accept whom he admits.
Tribunes, I thank you: and this suit I make,MARCUS ANDRONICUS
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 commonweal:
Then, if you will elect by my advice,
Crown him and say ′Long live our emperor!′
With voices and applause of every sort,SATURNINUS
Patricians and plebeians, we create
Lord Saturninus Rome′s great emperor,
And say ′Long live our Emperor Saturnine!′
A long flourish till they come down
Titus Andronicus, for thy favors doneTITUS ANDRONICUS
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 empress,
Rome′s royal mistress, mistress of my heart,
And in the sacred Pantheon her espouse:
Tell me, Andronicus, doth this motion please thee?
It doth, my worthy lord; and in this matchSATURNINUS
I hold me highly honour′d of your grace:
And here in sight of Rome to Saturnine,
King and commander of our commonweal,
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.
Thanks, noble Titus, father of my life!TITUS ANDRONICUS
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.
[To TAMORA] Now, madam, are you prisoner toSATURNINUS
To him that, for your honour and your state,
Will use you nobly and your followers.
A goodly lady, trust me; of the hueLAVINIA
That I would choose, were I to choose anew.
Clear up, fair queen, that cloudy countenance:
Though chance of war hath wrought this change of cheer,
Thou comest 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 displeased with this?
Not I, my lord; sith true nobilitySATURNINUS
Warrants these words in princely courtesy.
Thanks, sweet Lavinia. Romans, let us go;BASSIANUS
Ransomless here we set our prisoners free:
Proclaim our honours, lords, with trump and drum.
Flourish. SATURNINUS courts TAMORA in dumb show
Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is mine.TITUS ANDRONICUS
How, sir! are you in earnest then, my lord?BASSIANUS
Ay, noble Titus; and resolved withalMARCUS ANDRONICUS
To do myself this reason and this right.
′Suum cuique′ is our Roman justice:LUCIUS
This prince in justice seizeth but his own.
And that he will, and shall, if Lucius live.TITUS ANDRONICUS
Traitors, avaunt! Where is the emperor′s guard?SATURNINUS
Treason, my lord! Lavinia is surprised!
Surprised! by whom?BASSIANUS
By him that justly mayMUTIUS
Bear his betroth′d from all the world away.
Exeunt BASSIANUS and MARCUS with LAVINIA
Brothers, help to convey her hence away,TITUS ANDRONICUS
And with my sword I′ll keep this door safe.
Exeunt LUCIUS, QUINTUS, and MARTIUS
Follow, my lord, and I′ll soon bring her back.MUTIUS
My lord, you pass not here.TITUS ANDRONICUS
What, villain boy!MUTIUS
Barr′st me my way in Rome?
Help, Lucius, help!LUCIUS
During the fray, SATURNINUS, TAMORA, DEMETRIUS, CHIRON and AARON go out and re-enter, above
My lord, you are unjust, and, more than so,TITUS ANDRONICUS
In wrongful quarrel you have slain your son.
Nor thou, nor he, are any sons of mine;LUCIUS
My sons would never so dishonour me:
Traitor, restore Lavinia to the emperor.
Dead, if you will; but not to be his wife,SATURNINUS
That is another′s lawful promised love.
No, Titus, no; the emperor needs her not,TITUS ANDRONICUS
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,
But Saturnine? Full well, Andronicus,
Agree these deeds with that proud brag of thine,
That said′st I begg′d the empire at thy hands.
O monstrous! what reproachful words are these?SATURNINUS
But go thy ways; go, give that changing pieceTITUS ANDRONICUS
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.
These words are razors to my wounded heart.SATURNINUS
And therefore, lovely Tamora, queen of Goths,TAMORA
That like the stately Phoebe ′mongst her nymphs
Dost overshine the gallant′st dames of Rome,
If thou be pleased with this my sudden choice,
Behold, I choose thee, Tamora, for my bride,
And will create thee empress 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 Hymenaeus stand,
I will not re-salute the streets of Rome,
Or climb my palace, till from forth this place
I lead espoused my bride along with me.
And here, in sight of heaven, to Rome I swear,SATURNINUS
If Saturnine advance the Queen of Goths,
She will a handmaid be to his desires,
A loving nurse, a mother to his youth.
Ascend, fair queen, Pantheon. Lords, accompanyTITUS ANDRONICUS
Your noble emperor and his lovely bride,
Sent by the heavens for Prince Saturnine,
Whose wisdom hath her fortune conquered:
There shall we consummate our spousal rites.
Exeunt all but TITUS
I am not bid to wait upon this bride.MARCUS ANDRONICUS
Titus, when wert thou wont to walk alone,
Dishonour′d thus, and challenged of wrongs?
Re-enter MARCUS, LUCIUS, QUINTUS, and MARTIUS
O Titus, see, O, see what thou hast done!TITUS ANDRONICUS
In a bad quarrel slain a virtuous son.
No, foolish tribune, no; no son of mine,LUCIUS
Nor thou, nor these, confederates in the deed
That hath dishonour′d all our family;
Unworthy brother, and unworthy sons!
But let us give him burial, as becomes;TITUS ANDRONICUS
Give Mutius burial with our brethren.
Traitors, away! he rests not in this tomb:MARCUS ANDRONICUS
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.
My lord, this is impiety in you:QUINTUS MARTIUS
My nephew Mutius′ deeds do plead for him
He must be buried with his brethren.
And shall, or him we will accompany.TITUS ANDRONICUS
′And shall!′ what villain was it that spakeQUINTUS
He that would vouch it in any place but here.TITUS ANDRONICUS
What, would you bury him in my despite?MARCUS ANDRONICUS
No, noble Titus, but entreat of theeTITUS ANDRONICUS
To pardon Mutius and to bury him.
Marcus, even thou hast struck upon my crest,MARTIUS
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.
He is not with himself; let us withdraw.QUINTUS
Not I, till Mutius′ bones be buried.MARCUS ANDRONICUS
MARCUS and the Sons of TITUS kneel
Brother, for in that name doth nature plead,—QUINTUS
Father, and in that name doth nature speak,—TITUS ANDRONICUS
Speak thou no more, if all the rest will speed.MARCUS ANDRONICUS
Renowned Titus, more than half my soul,—LUCIUS
Dear father, soul and substance of us all,—MARCUS ANDRONICUS
Suffer thy brother Marcus to interTITUS ANDRONICUS
His noble nephew here in virtue′s nest,
That died in honour and Lavinia′s cause.
Thou art a Roman; be not barbarous:
The Greeks upon advice did bury Ajax
That slew himself; and wise Laertes′ son
Did graciously plead for his funerals:
Let not young Mutius, then, that was thy joy
Be barr′d his entrance here.
Rise, Marcus, rise.LUCIUS
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
There lie thy bones, sweet Mutius, with thy friends,All
Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomb.
[Kneeling] No man shed tears for noble Mutius;MARCUS ANDRONICUS
He lives in fame that died in virtue′s cause.
My lord, to step out of these dreary dumps,TITUS ANDRONICUS
How comes it that the subtle Queen of Goths
Is of a sudden thus advanced in Rome?
I know not, Marcus; but I know it is,SATURNINUS
Whether by device or no, the heavens can tell:
Is she not then beholding to the man
That brought her for this high good turn so far?
Yes, and will nobly him remunerate.
Flourish. Re-enter, from one side, SATURNINUS attended, TAMORA, DEMETRIUS, CHIRON and AARON; from the other, BASSIANUS, LAVINIA, and others
So, Bassianus, you have play′d your prize:BASSIANUS
God give you joy, sir, of your gallant bride!
And you of yours, my lord! I say no more,SATURNINUS
Nor wish no less; and so, I take my leave.
Traitor, if Rome have law or we have power,BASSIANUS
Thou and thy faction shall repent this rape.
Rape, call you it, my lord, to seize my own,SATURNINUS
My truth-betrothed love and now my wife?
But let the laws of Rome determine all;
Meanwhile I am possess′d of that is mine.
′Tis good, sir: you are very short with us;BASSIANUS
But, if we live, we′ll be as sharp with you.
My lord, what I have done, as best I may,TITUS ANDRONICUS
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 moved to wrath
To be controll′d in that he frankly gave:
Receive him, then, to favor, Saturnine,
That hath express′d himself in all his deeds
A father and a friend to thee and Rome.
Prince Bassianus, leave to plead my deeds:TAMORA
′Tis thou and those that have dishonour′d me.
Rome and the righteous heavens be my judge,
How I have loved and honour′d Saturnine!
My worthy lord, if ever TamoraSATURNINUS
Were gracious in those princely eyes of thine,
Then hear me speak in indifferently for all;
And at my suit, sweet, pardon what is past.
What, madam! be dishonour′d openly,TAMORA
And basely put it up without revenge?
Not so, my lord; the gods of Rome forfendSATURNINUS
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.
Aside to SATURNINUSbe 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 you 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 ′tis to let a queen
Kneel in the streets and beg for grace in vain.
AloudCome, come, sweet emperor; come, Andronicus;
Take up this good old man, and cheer the heart
That dies in tempest of thy angry frown.
Rise, Titus, rise; my empress hath prevail′d.TITUS ANDRONICUS
I thank your majesty, and her, my lord:TAMORA
These words, these looks, infuse new life in me.
Titus, I am incorporate in Rome,LUCIUS
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 reconciled 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.
We do, and vow to heaven and to his highness,MARCUS ANDRONICUS
That what we did was mildly as we might,
Tendering our sister′s honour and our own.
That, on mine honour, here I do protest.SATURNINUS
Away, and talk not; trouble us no more.TAMORA
Nay, nay, sweet emperor, we must all be friends:SATURNINUS
The tribune and his nephews kneel for grace;
I will not be denied: sweet heart, look back.
Marcus, for thy sake and thy brother′s here,TITUS ANDRONICUS
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.
To-morrow, an it please your majestySATURNINUS
To hunt the panther and the hart with me,
With horn and hound we′ll give your grace bonjour.
Be it so, Titus, and gramercy too.
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