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TITUS ANDRONICUS
TITUS ANDRONICUS
William Shakespeare
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TITUS ANDRONICUS
ACT I。
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SCENE I。 Rome。 Before the Capitol
Flourish。 Enter the TRIBUNES and SENATORS aloft； and then enter
below SATURNINUS and his followers at one door； and BASSIANUS
and his followers at the other； with drums and trumpets
SATURNINUS。 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 ware the imperial diadem of Rome； Then let my father's
honours live in me； Nor wrong mine age with this indignity。 BASSIANUS。
Romans； friends； followers； favourers of my right； 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
MARCUS。 Princes； that strive by factions and by friends 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 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 return'd Bleeding to Rome； bearing his valiant
sons In coffins from the field； and at this day To the monument of that
Andronici Done sacrifice of expiation； And slain the noblest prisoner of
the Goths。 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； Whom you pretend to honour and adore；
That you withdraw you and abate your strength； Dismiss your followers；
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and； as suitors should； Plead your deserts in peace and humbleness。
SATURNINUS。 How fair the Tribune speaks to calm my thoughts。
BASSIANUS。 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 soldiers of BASSIANUS SATURNINUS。
Friends； that have been thus forward in my right； I thank you all and here
dismiss you all； And to the love and favour of my country Commit myself；
my person； and the cause。 Exeunt the soldiers 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。 BASSIANUS。 Tribunes； and me； a poor competitor。
＇Flourish。 They go up into the Senate House＇
Enter a CAPTAIN
CAPTAIN。 Romans； make way。 The good 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。
Sound drums and trumpets； and then enter MARTIUS and MUTIUS；
two of TITUS' sons； and then two men bearing a coffin covered with black；
then LUCIUS and QUINTUS； two other sons； then TITUS
ANDRONICUS； and then TAMORA the Queen of Goths； with her three
sons； ALARBUS； DEMETRIUS； and CHIRON； with AARON the Moor；
and others； as many as can be。 Then set down the coffin and TITUS speaks
TITUS。 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。 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
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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。
＇They open the tomb＇ There 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 hast thou of mine in
store That thou wilt never render to me more！ LUCIUS。 Give us the
proudest prisoner of the Goths； 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 unappeas'd； Nor we disturb'd with
prodigies on earth。 TITUS。 I give him you… the noblest that survives； The
eldest son of this distressed queen。 TAMORA。 Stay； Roman brethen！
Gracious conqueror； 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 slaughtered 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。 TITUS。 Patient yourself； madam； and pardon me。 These are their
brethren； whom your 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 T' appease their groaning shadows that are gone。 LUCIUS。 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 TITUS'
SONS； with