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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,
Tit. People of Rome, and people's tribunes here,
Mar. To gratify the good Andronicus, And gratulate his safe return to Rome, The people will accept who 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 ! 230
Mar. With voices and applause of every sort,
[ Along Flourish, till they come down.
Thy name, and honourable family,
Tit. It doth, my worthy lord ; and, in this match,
Sat. Thanks, noble Titus, father of my life!
Sat. A goodly lady, trust me; of the hue
Rest on my word, and let not discontent
27! Lav. Not I, my lord; sith true 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.
280 [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
[Exit BASSIANUS with LAVINIA. Mut. Brothers, help to convey her hence away, And with my sword I'll keep this door safe. 290 Tit. Follow, my lord, and I'll soon bring her
back. Mut. My lord, you pass not here.
Tit. What! villain boy,
Mut. Help, Lucius, help!
Luc. My lord, you are unjust, and more than so;
Tit. Not thou, nor he, are any sons of mine;
Luc. Dead, if you will ; but not to be his wife,
Sat. No, Titus, no; the emperor needs her not,
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
swear, If Saturnine advance the queen of Goths, She will a handmaid be to his desires, 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 conquered: 340 There shall we consummate our spousal rites.