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Titus Andronicus
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Titus Andronicus overflows with death and violence. Twenty-one sons of the Roman general Titus Andronicus have died in battle, leaving four…

Act 1, scene 1

Saturninus and Bassianus, sons of the deceased Emperor of Rome, challenge each other for the title of emperor. Titus Andronicus,…

Act 2, scene 1

Aaron reveals that he is Tamora’s lover, and then stops a fight between her sons, Chiron and Demetrius, who both…

Act 2, scene 2

As the morning hunt gets under way, Demetrius and Chiron anticipate raping Lavinia.

Act 2, scene 3

Aaron sets a trap to destroy Bassianus and put the blame on Titus’s sons Quintus and Martius. He has Tamora…

Act 2, scene 4

The raped and mutilated Lavinia is discovered by her horrified uncle, Marcus.

Act 3, scene 1

Martius and Quintus are led off to execution. Aaron says their lives can be saved if Titus, Lucius, or Marcus…

Act 3, scene 2

In this scene, which is found in the 1623 Folio text but not in the Quarto, Titus is horrified when…

Act 4, scene 1

Lavinia finds a way to reveal to Titus the story of her rape and mutilation and the names of the…

Act 4, scene 2

Tamora gives birth to a baby whose black skin signals Aaron’s paternity. Aaron arranges for a white baby to take…

Act 4, scene 3

Titus has his friends and family shoot arrows to which are attached messages to the gods begging that Justice (as…

Act 4, scene 4

Saturninus, enraged at the messages on the arrows, reads the letter brought by the country fellow and sentences him to…

Act 5, scene 1

Aaron is captured by Lucius and his army of Goths. After Lucius swears to protect the baby, Aaron confesses to…

Act 5, scene 2

Tamora, disguised as Revenge, tells Titus she has come to his aid, and that if he will invite Lucius to…

Act 5, scene 3

At the feast, Titus serves the pie made from the bodies of Chiron and Demetrius. He then stabs Lavinia, reveals…

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Scene 1
Flourish. Enter the Tribunes (including Marcus
Andronicus) and Senators aloft. And then enter, below,
Saturninus and his followers at one door, and
Bassianus and his followers at another door, with
other Romans, 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.
5 I am his firstborn son that was the last
 That wore the imperial diadem of Rome.
 Then let my father’s honors live in me,
 Nor wrong mine age with this indignity.
BASSIANUS 
 Romans, friends, followers, favorers of my right,
10 If ever Bassianus, Caesar’s son,
 Were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome,
 Keep, then, this passage to the Capitol,
 And suffer not dishonor to approach
 The imperial seat, to virtue consecrate,
15 To justice, continence, and nobility;
 But let desert in pure election shine,
 And, Romans, fight for freedom in your choice.
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MARCUS, (aloft, stepping forward and holding up the
 crown)
 
 Princes that strive by factions and by friends
 Ambitiously for rule and empery,
20 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, surnamèd Pius
 For many good and great deserts to Rome.
25 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,
30 Hath yoked a nation strong, trained up in arms.
 Ten years are spent since first he undertook
 This cause of Rome, and chastisèd with arms
 Our enemies’ pride. Five times he hath returned
 Bleeding to Rome, bearing his valiant sons
35 In coffins from the field.
 And now at last, laden with honor’s spoils,
 Returns the good Andronicus to Rome,
 Renownèd Titus flourishing in arms.
 Let us entreat, by honor of his name
40 Whom worthily you would have now succeed,
 And in the Capitol and Senate’s right,
 Whom you pretend to honor and adore,
 That you withdraw you and abate your strength,
 Dismiss your followers and, as suitors should,
45 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,

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 And so I love and honor thee and thine,
50 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
55 Commit my cause in balance to be weighed.
Bassianus’ Soldiers exit.
SATURNINUS 
 Friends that have been thus forward in my right,
 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.
Saturninus’ Soldiers exit.
60 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 exit to go up into the Senate House.
The Tribunes and Senators exit from the upper stage.


Enter a Captain.

CAPTAIN 
 Romans, make way! The good Andronicus,
65 Patron of virtue, Rome’s best champion,
 Successful in the battles that he fights,
 With honor and with fortune is returned
 From where he circumscribèd with his sword
 And brought to yoke the enemies of Rome.

Sound drums and trumpets, and then enter two of Titus’
sons (Lucius and Mutius) and then two men bearing a
coffin covered with black, then two other sons (Martius
and Quintus), then Titus Andronicus, and then Tamora
the Queen of Goths and her sons Alarbus, Chiron and

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Demetrius, with Aaron the Moor, and others as many as
can be, then set down the coffin, and Titus speaks.


TITUS 
70 Hail Rome, victorious in thy mourning weeds!
 Lo, as the bark that hath discharged his fraught
 Returns with precious lading to the bay
 From whence at first she weighed her anchorage,
 Cometh Andronicus, bound with laurel boughs,
75 To resalute 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,
80 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.
85 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.
They open the tomb.
90 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
95 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,
100 That so the shadows be not unappeased,
 Nor we disturbed with prodigies on Earth.

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TITUS 
 I give him you, the noblest that survives,
 The eldest son of this distressèd queen.
TAMORA 
 Stay, Roman brethren!—Gracious conqueror,
105 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
110 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
115 Were piety in thine, it is in these!
She kneels.
 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.
120 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.
125 To this your son is marked, 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 consumed.
Exit Titus’ sons with Alarbus.

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TAMORA, rising and speaking aside to her sons 
130 O cruel, irreligious piety!
CHIRON, aside to Tamora and Demetrius 
 Was never Scythia half so barbarous!
DEMETRIUS, aside to Tamora and Chiron 
 Oppose not Scythia to ambitious Rome!
 Alarbus goes to rest and we survive
 To tremble under Titus’ threat’ning look.
135 Then, madam, stand resolved, but hope withal
 The selfsame gods that armed the Queen of Troy
 With opportunity of sharp revenge
 Upon the Thracian tyrant in his tent
 May favor Tamora the Queen of Goths
140 (When Goths were Goths, and Tamora was queen)
 To quit the bloody wrongs upon her foes.

Enter the sons of Andronicus again with bloody swords.

LUCIUS 
 See, lord and father, how we have performed
 Our Roman rites. Alarbus’ limbs are lopped,
 And entrails feed the sacrificing fire,
145 Whose smoke like incense doth perfume the sky.
 Remaineth naught but to inter our brethren,
 And with loud larums welcome them to Rome.
TITUS 
 Let it be so. And let Andronicus
 Make this his latest farewell to their souls.
Sound trumpets, and lay the coffin in the tomb.
150 In peace and honor 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 damnèd drugs; here are no storms,
155 No noise, but silence and eternal sleep.
 In peace and honor rest you here, my sons.

Enter Lavinia.


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LAVINIA 
 In peace and honor live Lord Titus long;
 My noble lord and father, live in fame.
She kneels.
 Lo, at this tomb my tributary tears
160 I render for my brethren’s obsequies,
 And at thy feet I kneel, with tears of joy
 Shed on this earth for thy return to Rome.
 O bless me here with thy victorious hand,
 Whose fortunes Rome’s best citizens applaud.
TITUS 
165 Kind Rome, that hast thus lovingly reserved
 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.
Lavinia rises.

Enter Marcus Andronicus, carrying a white robe.
Enter aloft Saturninus, Bassianus, Tribunes, Senators,
and Guards.


MARCUS 
 Long live Lord Titus, my belovèd brother,
170 Gracious triumpher in the eyes of Rome.
TITUS 
 Thanks, gentle tribune, noble brother Marcus.
MARCUS 
 And welcome, nephews, from successful wars—
 You that survive, and you that sleep in fame.
 Fair lords, your fortunes are alike in all,
175 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 honor’s bed.—
 Titus Andronicus, the people of Rome,
180 Whose friend in justice thou hast ever been,
 Send thee by me, their tribune and their trust,
 This palliament of white and spotless hue,

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 And name thee in election for the empire
 With these our late deceasèd emperor’s sons.
185 Be candidatus, then, and put it on
 And help to set a head on headless Rome.
TITUS 
 A better head her glorious body fits
 Than his that shakes for age and feebleness.
 To Tribunes and Senators aloft. What, should I don
190 this robe and trouble you?
 Be chosen with proclamations today,
 Tomorrow yield up rule, resign my life,
 And set abroad new business for you all?
 Rome, I have been thy soldier forty years,
195 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 honor for mine age,
200 But not a scepter to control the world.
 Upright he held it, lords, that held it last.
MARCUS 
 Titus, thou shalt obtain and ask the empery.
SATURNINUS 
 Proud and ambitious tribune, canst thou tell?
TITUS Patience, Prince Saturninus.
SATURNINUS 205Romans, do me right.
 Patricians, draw your swords and sheathe them not
 Till Saturninus be Rome’s emperor.—
 Andronicus, would thou were shipped to hell
 Rather than rob me of the people’s hearts.
LUCIUS 
210 Proud Saturnine, interrupter of the good
 That noble-minded Titus means to thee.
TITUS 
 Content thee, prince. I will restore to thee
 The people’s hearts and wean them from themselves.

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BASSIANUS 
 Andronicus, I do not flatter thee,
215 But honor 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 honorable meed.
TITUS 
 People of Rome, and people’s tribunes here,
220 I ask your voices and your suffrages.
 Will you bestow them friendly on Andronicus?
TRIBUNES 
 To gratify the good Andronicus
 And gratulate his safe return to Rome,
 The people will accept whom he admits.
TITUS 
225 Tribunes, I thank you, and this suit I make:
 That you create our 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.
230 Then, if you will elect by my advice,
 Crown him and say “Long live our emperor.”
MARCUS 
 With voices and applause of every sort,
 Patricians and plebeians, we create
 Lord Saturninus Rome’s great emperor,
235 And say “Long live our Emperor Saturnine.”
A long flourish till Saturninus, Bassianus,
and Guards come down.

SATURNINUS 
 Titus Andronicus, for thy favors done
 To us in our election this day,
 I give thee thanks in part of thy deserts,
 And will with deeds requite thy gentleness.
240 And for an onset, Titus, to advance

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 Thy name and honorable family,
 Lavinia will I make my empress,
 Rome’s royal mistress, mistress of my heart,
 And in the sacred Pantheon her espouse.
245 Tell me, Andronicus, doth this motion please thee?
TITUS 
 It doth, my worthy lord, and in this match
 I hold me highly honored of your Grace;
 And here in sight of Rome to Saturnine,
 King and commander of our commonweal,
250 The wide world’s emperor, do I consecrate
 My sword, my chariot, and my prisoners,
 Presents well worthy Rome’s imperious lord.
 Receive them, then, the tribute that I owe,
 Mine honor’s ensigns humbled at thy feet.
SATURNINUS 
255 Thanks, noble Titus, father of my life.
 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.
TITUS, to Tamora 
260 Now, madam, are you prisoner to an emperor,
 To him that for your honor and your state
 Will use you nobly, and your followers.
SATURNINUS, aside 
 A goodly lady, trust me, of the hue
 That I would choose, were I to choose anew.—
265 Clear up, fair queen, that cloudy countenance.
 Though chance of war hath wrought this change
 of cheer,
 Thou com’st not to be made a scorn in Rome.
 Princely shall be thy usage every way.
270 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?

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LAVINIA 
 Not I, my lord, sith true nobility
275 Warrants these words in princely courtesy.
SATURNINUS 
 Thanks, sweet Lavinia.—Romans, let us go.
 Ransomless here we set our prisoners free.
 Proclaim our honors, lords, with trump and drum.
Flourish. Saturninus and his Guards exit, with Drums
and Trumpets. Tribunes and Senators exit aloft.

BASSIANUS 
 Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is mine.
TITUS 
280 How, sir? Are you in earnest then, my lord?
BASSIANUS 
 Ay, noble Titus, and resolved withal
 To do myself this reason and this right.
Bassianus takes Lavinia by the arm.
MARCUS 
 Suum cuique is our Roman justice.
 This prince in justice seizeth but his own.
LUCIUS 
285 And that he will and shall, if Lucius live!
TITUS 
 Traitors, avaunt! Where is the Emperor’s guard?

Enter Saturninus and his Guards.

 Treason, my lord. Lavinia is surprised.
SATURNINUS 
 Surprised? By whom?
BASSIANUS  By him that justly may
290 Bear his betrothed from all the world away.
MUTIUS 
 Brothers, help to convey her hence away,
 And with my sword I’ll keep this door safe.
Bassianus, Lavinia, Marcus, Lucius,
Quintus, and Martius exit.


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TITUS, to Saturninus 
 Follow, my lord, and I’ll soon bring her back.
Saturninus, Tamora, Demetrius, Chiron,
Aaron, and Guards exit.

MUTIUS 
 My lord, you pass not here.
TITUS 295 What, villain boy,
 Barr’st me my way in Rome?
He stabs Mutius.
MUTIUS  Help, Lucius, help!
Mutius dies.

Enter Lucius.

LUCIUS 
 My lord, you are unjust, and more than so!
 In wrongful quarrel you have slain your son.
TITUS 
300 Nor thou nor he are any sons of mine.
 My sons would never so dishonor me.
 Traitor, restore Lavinia to the Emperor.

Enter aloft the Emperor Saturninus with Tamora
and her two sons and Aaron the Moor.


LUCIUS 
 Dead if you will, but not to be his wife
 That is another’s lawful promised love.He exits.
SATURNINUS 
305 No, Titus, no, the Emperor needs her not,
 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 dishonor me.
310 Was none in Rome to make a stale
 But Saturnine? Full well, Andronicus,
 Agree these deeds with that proud brag of thine
 That said’st I begged the empire at thy hands.

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TITUS 
 O monstrous! What reproachful words are these?
SATURNINUS 
315 But go thy ways. Go give that changing piece
 To him that flourished 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.
TITUS 
320 These words are razors to my wounded heart.
SATURNINUS 
 And therefore, lovely Tamora, Queen of Goths,
 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,
325 Behold, I choose thee, Tamora, for my bride,
 And will create thee Emperess of Rome.
 Speak, Queen of Goths, dost thou applaud my
 choice?
 And here I swear by all the Roman gods,
330 Sith priest and holy water are so near,
 And tapers burn so bright, and everything
 In readiness for Hymenaeus stand,
 I will not resalute the streets of Rome
 Or climb my palace till from forth this place
335 I lead espoused my bride along with me.
TAMORA 
 And here in sight of heaven to Rome I swear,
 If Saturnine advance the Queen of Goths,
 She will a handmaid be to his desires,
 A loving nurse, a mother to his youth.
SATURNINUS 
340 Ascend, fair queen, to Pantheon.—Lords, accompany
 Your noble emperor and his lovely bride,
 Sent by the heavens for Prince Saturnine,

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 Whose wisdom hath her fortune conquerèd.
 There shall we consummate our spousal rites.
All but Titus exit.
TITUS 
345 I am not bid to wait upon this bride.
 Titus, when wert thou wont to walk alone,
 Dishonored thus and challengèd of wrongs?

Enter Marcus and Titus’ sons Lucius, Martius,
and Quintus.


MARCUS 
 O Titus, see! O, see what thou hast done!
 In a bad quarrel slain a virtuous son.
TITUS 
350 No, foolish tribune, no; no son of mine,
 Nor thou, nor these confederates in the deed
 That hath dishonored all our family.
 Unworthy brother and unworthy sons!
LUCIUS 
 But let us give him burial as becomes,
355 Give Mutius burial with our brethren.
TITUS 
 Traitors, away! He rests not in this tomb.
 This monument five hundred years hath stood,
 Which I have sumptuously reedified.
 Here none but soldiers and Rome’s servitors
360 Repose in fame, none basely slain in brawls.
 Bury him where you can. He comes not here.
MARCUS 
 My lord, this is impiety in you.
 My nephew Mutius’ deeds do plead for him.
 He must be buried with his brethren.
MARTIUS 
365 And shall, or him we will accompany.
TITUS 
 “And shall”? What villain was it spake that word?

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MARTIUS 
 He that would vouch it in any place but here.
TITUS 
 What, would you bury him in my despite?
MARCUS 
 No, noble Titus, but entreat of thee
370 To pardon Mutius and to bury him.
TITUS 
 Marcus, even thou hast struck upon my crest,
 And with these boys mine honor thou hast wounded.
 My foes I do repute you every one.
 So trouble me no more, but get you gone.
QUINTUS 
375 He is not with himself; let us withdraw.
MARTIUS 
 Not I, till Mutius’ bones be burièd.
The brother (Marcus) and the sons
(Lucius, Martius, and Quintus) kneel.

MARCUS 
 Brother, for in that name doth nature plead—
MARTIUS 
 Father, and in that name doth nature speak—
TITUS 
 Speak thou no more, if all the rest will speed.
MARCUS 
380 Renownèd Titus, more than half my soul—
LUCIUS 
 Dear father, soul and substance of us all—
MARCUS 
 Suffer thy brother Marcus to inter
 His noble nephew here in virtue’s nest,
 That died in honor and Lavinia’s cause.
385 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.

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 Let not young Mutius, then, that was thy joy,
390 Be barred his entrance here.
TITUS  Rise, Marcus, rise.
They rise.
 The dismall’st day is this that e’er I saw,
 To be dishonored by my sons in Rome.
 Well, bury him, and bury me the next.
They put Mutius in the tomb.
LUCIUS 
395 There lie thy bones, sweet Mutius, with thy friends’,
 Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomb.
They all except Titus kneel and say:
  No man shed tears for noble Mutius.
 He lives in fame, that died in virtue’s cause.
All but Marcus and Titus exit.
MARCUS 
 My lord, to step out of these dreary dumps,
400 How comes it that the subtle Queen of Goths
 Is of a sudden thus advanced in Rome?
TITUS 
 I know not, Marcus, but I know it is.
 Whether by device or no, the heavens can tell.
 Is she not then beholding to the man
405 That brought her for this high good turn so far?
 Yes, and will nobly him remunerate.

Flourish. Enter the Emperor Saturninus, Tamora
and her two sons, with Aaron the Moor, Drums and
Trumpets, at one door. Enter at the other door
Bassianus and Lavinia, with Lucius, Martius, and
Quintus, and others.


SATURNINUS 
 So, Bassianus, you have played your prize.
 God give you joy, sir, of your gallant bride.
BASSIANUS 
 And you of yours, my lord. I say no more,
410 Nor wish no less, and so I take my leave.

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SATURNINUS 
 Traitor, if Rome have law or we have power,
 Thou and thy faction shall repent this rape.
BASSIANUS 
 “Rape” call you it, my lord, to seize my own,
 My true betrothèd love and now my wife?
415 But let the laws of Rome determine all.
 Meanwhile am I possessed of that is mine.
SATURNINUS 
 ’Tis good, sir, you are very short with us.
 But if we live, we’ll be as sharp with you.
BASSIANUS 
 My lord, what I have done, as best I may,
420 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 honor wronged,
425 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 controlled in that he frankly gave.
 Receive him then to favor, Saturnine,
430 That hath expressed himself in all his deeds
 A father and a friend to thee and Rome.
TITUS 
 Prince Bassianus, leave to plead my deeds.
 ’Tis thou, and those, that have dishonored me.
 Rome and the righteous heavens be my judge
435 How I have loved and honored Saturnine.He kneels.
TAMORA, to Saturninus 
 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 past.

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SATURNINUS 
440 What, madam, be dishonored openly,
 And basely put it up without revenge?
TAMORA 
 Not so, my lord; the gods of Rome forfend
 I should be author to dishonor you.
 But on mine honor dare I undertake
445 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.
450 Aside to Saturninus. My lord, be ruled by me; be
 won at last.
 Dissemble all your griefs and discontents.
 You are but newly planted in your throne.
 Lest, then, the people, and patricians too,
455 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
460 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.
465 Aloud. Come, come, sweet emperor.—Come,
 Andronicus.—
 Take up this good old man, and cheer the heart
 That dies in tempest of thy angry frown.
SATURNINUS 
 Rise, Titus, rise. My empress hath prevailed.
TITUS, rising 
470 I thank your Majesty and her, my lord.
 These words, these looks, infuse new life in me.

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TAMORA 
 Titus, I am incorporate in Rome,
 A Roman now adopted happily,
 And must advise the Emperor for his good.
475 This day all quarrels die, Andronicus.—
 And let it be mine honor, good my lord,
 That I have reconciled your friends and you.—
 For you, Prince Bassianus, I have passed
 My word and promise to the Emperor
480 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.
Marcus, Lavinia, Lucius, Martius, and Quintus kneel.
LUCIUS 
 We do, and vow to heaven and to his Highness
485 That what we did was mildly as we might,
 Tend’ring our sister’s honor and our own.
MARCUS 
 That on mine honor here do I protest.
SATURNINUS 
 Away, and talk not; trouble us no more.
TAMORA 
 Nay, nay, sweet emperor, we must all be friends.
490 The tribune and his nephews kneel for grace.
 I will not be denied. Sweetheart, look back.
SATURNINUS 
 Marcus, for thy sake, and thy brother’s here,
 And at my lovely Tamora’s entreats,
 I do remit these young men’s heinous faults.
495 Stand up.They rise.
 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,

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500 You are my guest, Lavinia, and your friends.—
 This day shall be a love-day, Tamora.
TITUS 
 Tomorrow, an it please your Majesty
 To hunt the panther and the hart with me,
 With horn and hound we’ll give your Grace bonjour.
SATURNINUS 
505 Be it so, Titus, and gramercy too.
Sound trumpets. All but Aaron exit.