Suppliant And when thou hast giuen it to the Emperour Knocke at my doore and tell me what he saies Clowne God be with you sir I will Exit Titus Come Marcus let vs goe Publius follow mee Exeunt Euter Emperour and Empresse and her two sonnes the Emperour brings the Arrowes in his hand that Titus shot at him Saturnine VVhy Lords what wrongs are these was euer seene An Emperour in Rome thus ouerborne Troubled confronted thus and for the extent O fegall iustice vsde in such contempt My Lords you know the mightfull Gods How euer these disturbers of our peace Buz in the peoples eares there nought hath past But euen with law against the wilfull sonnes Of old Andronicus And what and if His sorrowes haue so ouerwhelmde his witts Shall we be thus afflicted in his wreakes His fits his frencie and his bitternes And now he writes to heauen for his redresse See here 's to Ioue and this to Mercurie This to Apollo this to the God of warre Sweete skrowles to flie about the streets of Rome What 's this but libelling against the Senate And blazoning our vniustice euerie where A goodly humor is it not my Lords As who would say in Rome no iustice were But if I liue his fained extasies Shall be no shelter to these outrages But he and his shall know that iustice liues In Saturninus health whome if he sleepe He le so a wake as he in furie shall Cut off the proud'st conspiratour that liues Tamora My gratious Lord my louely Saturnine Lord of my life commander of my thoughts Calme thee and beare the faults of Titus age The'ffects of sorrow for his valiant sonnes VVhose losse hath pearst him deepe and skard his hart And rather comfort his distressed plight Than prosecute the meanest or the best For these contempts why thus it shall become Hie witted Tamora to glose with all But Titus I haue touched thee to the quicke Thy life blood out if Aron now be wise Then is all safe the Anchor in the portâ— Enter Clowne How now good fellow wouldst thou speake with vs Clowne Yea forsooth your Mistriship be Emperiall Tamora Empresse I am but yonder sits the Emperour Clow. T is he God and Saint Steuen giue you Godden I haue brought you a letter and a couple of pigeons here He reads the letter Satur. Goe take him away and hang him presently Clow. How much money must I haue Tamora Come sirra you must be hanged Clowne Hangd be Lady then I haue brought vp a neck to a faire end Exit Satur. Dispightfull and intollerable wrongs Shall I endure this monstrous villanie I know from whence this same deuise proceeds May this be borne as if his traitorous sonnes That dide by law for murther of our brother Haue by my meanes bin butchered wrongfully Goe dragge the villaine hither by the haire Nor age nor honour shall shape priueledge For this proud mocke I le be thy slaughter man Sly franticke wretch that holpst to make me great In hope thy selfe should gouerne Rome and me Enter Nutius Emillius Satur. VVhat newes with thee Emillius Emillius Arme my Lords Rome neuer had more cause The Gothes haue gathered head and with a power Of high resolued men bent to the spoile They hither march amaine vnder conduct Of Lucius sonne to old Andronicus VVho threats in course of this reuenge to doe As much as euer Coriolanus did King Is warlike Lucius Generall of the Gothes These tidings nip me and I hang the head As flowers with frost or grasse beat downe with stormes I now begins our sorrowes to approch T is he the common people loue so much My selfe hath often heard them say VVhen I haue walked like a priuate man That Lucius banishment was wrongfullie And they haue wisht that Lucius were their Emperour Tamora why should you feare is not your Citie strong King I but the Citizens fauour Lucius And will reuolt from me to succour him Tamora King Be thy thoughts imperious like thy name Is the sunne dimde that Gnats doe flie in it The Eagle suffers little birds to sing And is not carefull what they meane thereby Knowing that with the shadow of his winges He can at pleasure â—lint their mâ—lodie Euen so maiest thou the giddie men of Rome Then cheare thy spirit for know thou Emperour I will inchaunt the old Andronicus With words more sweete and yet more dangerous Then baites to fish or honniestalkes to sheepe When as the one is wounded with the bait The other rotted with delicious seede King But he will not intreat his sonne for vs. Tamora If Tamora intreat him than he will For I can smooth and fill his aged eares VVith golden promises that were his hart Almost impregnable his old yeares deafe Yet should both eare and hart obay my tongue Goe thou before to be our Ambassador Say that the Emperour requests a parlie Of warlike Lucius and appoint the meeting Euen at his Fathers house the old Andronicus King Emillius doe this message honourably And if he stand in hostage for his saftie Bid him demaund what pledge will please him best Emillius Your bidding shall I doe effectually Exit Tamora Now will I to that old Andronicus And temper him with all the Art I haue To plucke proude Lucius from the warlike Gothes And now sweet Emperour be blith againe And burie all thy feare in my deuises Saturnine Then goe sucessantly and plead to him Exeunt Enter Lucius with an Armie of Gothes with Drums and Souldiers Lucius Approued warriours and my faithfull friends I haue receaued letters from great Rome VVhich signifies what hate they beare their Emperour And how desiroâ—s of our sight they are Therefore great Lords bee as your titles witnes Imperious and impatient of your wrongs And wherein Rome hath done you any skath Let him make treable satisfaction Gothâ— Braue slip sprong from the great Andronicus VVhose name was once our terrour now our comfort VVhose high exployts and honourable deeds In gratefull Rome requites with foule contempt Be bold in vs wee le follow where thou leadst Like stinging Bees in hottest summers day Led by their Master to the flowred fields And be aduengde on cursed Tamora And as he saith so say we all with him Lucius I humblie thanke him and I thanke you all But who comes here led by a lustie Gothe Enter a Goth leading of Aron with his child in his Armes Goth. Renowmed Lucius from our troupes I straid To gaze vpon a ruinous Monasterie And as I earnestly did fixe mine eye Vpon the wasted building suddainely I heard a child crie vnderneath a wall I made vnto the noise when soone I heard The crying babe controld with this discourse Peace tawnie sâ—aue halfe me and halfe thy Dame Did not thy hue bewray whose brat thou art Had nature lent thee but thy mothers looke Villaine thou mightst haue bin an Emperour But where the bull and Cow are both milke white They neuer doe beget a coleblacke Calfe Peace
THE MOST LAmentable Romaine Tragedie of Titus Andronicus As it was Plaide by the Right Honourable the Earle of Darbie Earle of Pembrooke and Earle of Sussex their Seruants LONDON Printed by Iohn Danter and are to be sold by Edward White Thomas Millington at the little North doore of Paules at the signe of the Gunne 1594. The most Lamentable Romaine Tragedie of Titus Andronicus As it was Plaide by the Right Honourable the Earle of Darbie Earle of Pembrooke and Earle of Sussex their Seruants Enter the Tribunes and Senatours aloft And then enter Saturninus and his followers at one dore and Bassianus and his followers with Drums and Trumpets Saturninus NOble Patricians Patrons of my Right Defend the iustice of my cause with armes And Countrimen my louing followers Plead my successiue Title with your swords I am his first borne sonne that was the last That ware the Imperiall Diademe of Rome Then let my Fathers honours liue in me Nor wrong mine age with this indignitie Bassianus Romaines friends followers fauourers of my Right If euer Bassianus Ceasars sonne VVere gratious in the eyes of Royall Rome Keepe then this passage to the Capitoll And suffer not dishonour to approch The Imperiall seate to vertue consecrate To iustice continence and Nobillitie But let desert in pure election shine And Romaines fight for freedome in your choice Marcus Andronicus with the Crowne Princes that striue by factions and by friends Ambitiously for Rule and Emperie Know that the people of Rome for whom we stand A speciall Partie haue by common voice In election for the Romaine Empery Chosen Andronicus surnamed Pius For many good and great deserts to Rome A Nobler man a brauer VVarriour Liues not this day within the Cittie walls Hee by the Senate is accited home From weary warres against the barbarous Gothes That with his sonnes a terrour to our foes Hath yoakt a Nation strong traind vp in Armes Tenne yeares are spent since first he vndertooke This cause of Rome and chastised with armes Our enemies pride Fiue times he hath returnd Bleeding to Rome bearing his valiant sonnes In Coffins from the field and at this day To the Monument of that Andronicy Done sacrifice of expiation And slaine the Noblest prisoner of the Gothes â— And now at last laden with honours spoiles Returnes the good Andronicus to Rome Renowned Titus flourishing in Armes Let vs intreat by honour of his name VVhom worthily you would haue now succeede And in the Capitall and Senates Right VVhom you pretend to honour and adore That you withdraw you and abate your strength Dismisse your followers and as suters should Pleade your deserts in peace and humblenes Saturninus How faire the Tribune speakes to calme my thoughts Bassianus Marcus Andronicus so I doe affie In thy vprightnes and integritie And so I loue and honour thee and thine Thy Noble brother Titus and his sonnes And her to whom my thoughts are humbled all Gratious Lauinia Romes rich ornament That I will here dismisse my louing friends And to my fortunes and the peoples fauour Commit my cause in ballance to be waid Exit Soldiers Saturninus Friends that haue beene thus forward in my right I thanke you all and here dismisse you all And to the loue and fauour of my Countrie Commit my selfe my person and the cause Rome be as iust and gratious vnto me As I am confident and kinde to thee Open the gates and let me in Bassianus Tribunes and me a poore Competitor They goe vp into the Senate house Enter a Captaine Romaines make way the good Andronicus Patron of vertue Romes best Champion Succesfull in the battailes that he fights VVith honour and with fortune is returnd From where he circumscribed with his sword And brought to yoake the enemies of Rome Sound Drums and Trumpets and then enter two of Titus sonnes and then two men bearing a Coffin couered with black then two other sonnes then Titus Andronicus and then Tamora the Queene of Gothes and her two sonnes Chiron and Demetrius with Aron the More and others as many as can be then set downe the Coffin and Titus speakes Titus Haile Rome victorious in thy mourning weeds Lo as the Barke that hath dischargd his fraught Returnes with pretious lading to the bay From whence at first shee wayd her anchorage Commeth Andronicus bound with Lawrell bowes To resalute his Countrie with his teares Teares of true ioy for his returne to Rome Thou great defender of this Capitoll Stand gratious to the rights that we entend Romaines of fiue and twenty valiant sonnes Halfe of the number that king Priam had Behold the poore remaines aliue and dead These that surâ—iue let Rome reward with loue These that I bring vnto their latest home VVith buâ—iaâ—l amongst their auncestors Here Gothes haue giuen me leaue to sheath my sword Titus vnkinde and careles of thine owne VVhy sufferst thou thy sonnes vnburied yet To houer on the dreadfull â—hâ—re of stix Make way to lay them by their brethren They open the Tombe There greete in silence as the dead are wont And sleepe in peace slaine in your Countries warres O sacred Receptacle of my ioyes Sweete Cell of vertue and Nobilitie How many sonnes hast thou of mine in store That thou wilt neuer render to me more Lucius Giue vs the prowdest prisoner of the Gothes That we may hew his limbs and on a pile Ad manus fratrum sacrifice his flesh Before this earthy prison of their boanes That so the shadows be not vnappeazde Nor we disturbde with prodegies on earth Titus I giue him you the Noblest that suruiues The eldest sonne of this distressed Queene Tamora Stay Romaine brethren gratious Conquerour Victorious Titus rue the teares I shed A mothers teares in passion for her sonne And if thy sonnes were euer deare to thee Oh thinke my sonne to be as deare to mee Sufficeth not that we are brought to Rome To beautifie thy triumphs and returne Captiue to thee and to thy Romaine yoake But must my sonnes be slaughtered in the streetsâ— For valiant dooings in their Countries cause O if to fight for king and common-weale VVere pietie in thine it is in these Andronicus staine not thy tombe with bloud VVilt thou draw neere the nature of the Gods Draw neere them then in being merciâ—ull Sweete mercie is Nobilities true badge Thrice Noble Titus spare my first borne sonne Titus Patient your selfe Madam and pardon me These are their brethren whom your Gothes beheld Aliue and dead and for their brethren slaine Religiously they aske a sacrifice To this your sonne is markâ— and die he must T' appease their groning shadowes that are gone Lucius Away with him and make a fire straight And with our swords vpon a pile of wood Le ts hew his limbs till they be cleane consumde Exit Titus sonnes with Alarbus Tamora O cruell irreligeous pietie Chiron VVas neuer Sythia halfe so barbarous Demetrius Oppose not Sythia to ambitious Rome Alarbus goes to rest and we suruiue To
soone bring her backe Mutius My Lord you passe not here Titus What villaine boy barst me my way in Rome Mutius Helpe Lucius helpe Lucius My Lord you are vniust and more than so In wrongfull quarrell you haue slaine your sonne Titus Nor thou nor he are any sonnes of mineâ— My sonnes would neuer so dishonour me Traitor restore Lauinia to the Emperour Lucius Dead if you will but not to be his wifeâ— That is anothers lawfull promist loue Enter aloft the Emperour with Tamora and her two sonnes and Aron the moore Emperour No Titus no the Emperour needes her not Nor her nor thee nor any of thy stocke I le trust by leysure him that mocks me once Thee neuer nor thy traiterous hawtie sonnes Confederates all thus to dishonour mee VVas none in Rome to make a stale But Saturnine Full well Andronicus Agree these deeds with that prowd bragge of thine That saidst I begd the Empire at thy hands Titus O monstrous what reprochfull words are these Saturn But goe thy waies goe giue that changing piece To him that florisht for her with his sword A valiant sonne in law thou shalt inioy One fit to bandie with thy lawlesse sonnes To ruffle in the Common-wealth of Rome Titus These words are rasors to my wounded hart Satur. And therfore louely Tamora Queene of Gothes That like the statelie Thebe mongst her Nymphs Dost ouershine the gallanst Dames of Rome If thou be pleasde with this my sodaine choise Behold I choose thee Tamora for my Bride And will create thee Emperesse of Rome Speake Queene of Gothes dost thou applaud my choise And here I sweare by all the Romane Gods Sith Priest and holy water are so neere And tapers burne so bright and euery thing In readines for Hymeneus stand I will not resalute the streets of Rome Or clime my Pallace till from forth this place I lead espowsde my Bride along with mee Tamora And here in sight of heauen to Rome I sweare If Saturnine aduaunce the Queene of Gothes Shee will a handmaide be to his desires A louing Nurse a Mother to his youth Sat. Ascend faire Queene Panthean Lords accompany Your Noble Emperour and his louelie Bride Sent by the Heauens for Prince Saturnine VVhose wisdome hath her Fortune conquered There sâ—all wee consummate our spousall rites Exeunt Omnâ—s Titus I am not bid to wait vpon this bride Titus when wert thou wont to walke alone Dishonoured thus and challenged of wrongs Enter Marcus and Titus sonnes Marcus O Titus see O see what thou hast done In a bad quarrell slaine a vertuous sonne Titus No foolish Tribune no No sonne of mine Nor thou nor these confederates in the deede That hath dishonoured all our Familie Vnworthy brother and vnworthy sonnes Lucius But let vs giue him buriall as becomes Giue Mucius buriall with our bretheren Titus Traitors away he rests not in this toombeâ— This monument fiue hundreth yeares hath stood VVhich I haue sumptuouslie reedified Here noâ—e but souldiers and Romes seruitors Repose in fame None basely slaine in braule sâ— Burie him where you can he comes not here Marcus My Lord this is impietie in you My Nephew Mutius deedes doo plead for him He must be buried with his brethren Titus two sonnes speakes And shall or him wee will accompanie Titus And shallâ— what villaine was it spake that word Titus sonne speakes He that would vouch it â—n any place but here Titus VVhat would you burie him in my despight Marcus No Noble Titus but intreat of thee To pardon Mutius and to bury him Titus Marcus Euen thou hast stroke vpon my Crest And with these boyes mine honour thou hast wounded My foes I doe repute you euerie one So trouble me no more but get you gone 3. Sonne He is not with himselfe let vs withdraw 2. Sonne Not I till Mutius bones be buried The brother and the sonnes kneele Marcus Brother for in that name doth nature pleade 2. sonne Father and in that name doth nature speake Titus Speake thou no more if all the rest will speede Marcus Renowmed Titus more than halfe my soule Lucius Deare father soule and substance of vs all Marcus Suffer thy brother Marcus to interre His Noble Nephew here in vertues nest That died in honour and Lauinias cause Thou art a Romane be not barbarous The Greeks vpon aduise did burie Aâ—ax That slew himselfe and wise Laertes sonne Did gratiouslie plead for his Funeralls Let not young Mutius then that was thy ioy Be bard his entrance here Titus Rise Marcus rise The dismalst day is this that ere I saw To be dishonoured by my sonnes in Rome Well burie him and burie me the next they put him in the tombe Lucius There lie thy bones sweete Mutius with thy friends Till wee with Trophees doo adorne thy tombe they all kneele and say No man shed teares for Noble Mutius He liues in fame that dide in vertues cause Exit all but Marcus and Titus Marcus My Lord to sâ—ep out of these dririe dumps How comes it that the subtile Queene of Gothes Is of a sodaine thus aduaunc'd in Rome Titus I know not Marcus but I know it is VVhether by deuise or no the heauens can tell Is shee not then beholding to the man That brought herfor this â—igh good turne so faire Enter the Emperour Tamora and her two sonnes with the Moore at one doore Enter at the other doore Bascianus and Lauinia with others Saturnine So Bascianus you haue plaid your prize God giue you ioy sir of your gallant Bride Bascianus And you of yours my Lord I say no more Nor wish no lesse and so I take my leaue Saturnine Traitor if Rome haue law or we haue power Thou and thy faction shall repent this Rape Bassianus Rape call you it my Lord to ceaze my owne My true betrothed loue and now my wife But let the lawes of Rome determine all Meane while am I possest of that is mine Saturnine T is good sir you are verie short with vs. But if we liue wee le be as sharpe with you Bascianus My Lord what I haue done as best I mayâ— Answere I must and shall doo with my life Onely thus much I giue your Grace to know By all the dueties that I owe to Rome This Noble Gentleman Lord Titus here Is in opinion and in honour wrongd That in the rescue of Lauinia VVith his owne hand did slay his youngest sonne Inzeale to you and highly moude to wrath To be controwld in that he frankelie gaue Receaue him then to fauour Saturnine That hath exprest himselfe in all his deeds A father and a friend to thee and Rome Titus Prince Bascianus leaue to pleade my deeds T is thou and those that haue dishonoured me Rome and the righteous heauens be my iudge How I haue loude and honoured Saturnine Tamora My worthy Lord if euer Tamora VVere gratious in those Princelie eies of thine Then heare me speake indifferently for all And at my sute sweete pardon what is