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A59525	Titus Andronicus, or, The rape of Lavinia acted at the Theatre Royall : a tragedy, alter'd from Mr. Shakespears works / by Mr. Edw. Ravenscroft.	Ravenscroft, Edward, 1654?-1707.; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Titus Andronicus.	1687 (1687)	Wing S2949; ESTC R17448	41,406	66

Save thou the Childe so we may all be safe Aron Why so Young Lords when we joyn in League I am a Lamb but if you Brave the Moor The Chafed Bore the Mountain Lyoness The Ocean swells not so as Aron Storms Now fit we down and let us all consult All sit down upon the ground and the Moor at a distance with his Sword between My Son and I will have the winde of you Keep there now talk at leisure of your safety Dem. Aron none knows the Secret but this woman Aron How came she by that knowledge Dem. The Nurse this Morning dying to her care did give the Child told her the secret of its birth And bid her bring 't to you Aron Come hither Woman art thou a Goth Wom. Yes Aron Have you to none beside divulg'd the matter Wom. To no one Aron Thou wilt keep it secret still wilt thou Wom. To my dying day Aron Stabs the Woman she dyes all stands up Aron And so thou shall 't Chir. What mean'st thou Aron wherefore did'st thou this Aron I have Seal'd her Lips. Demet. She would have Nurs'd it for thee Aron I 'le trust no more tatling Nurses They must be prating even when they are dying Henceforth I 'le trust 'em with the Child but not the Secret. Chiron Now I 've Consider'd on 't 't was wisely done Aron Now to dispose this treasure in my Arms Come on you thick-lip'd Slave I 'le bear you hence I 'le make you feed on Berries and on Roots And Cabin in a Cave and bring you up Exit Aron with the Child To be a Warrior and command a Camp. Dem. Let 's draw the body aside to that dark passage Chir. This was the only sure way to Lay a Womans tongue Chi. Dem. dragging off the Woman Exeunt Enter Man. Man. Where is my Wife what makes her stay The Moor pass'd by me with the Child in 's Arms Ha! they have Murder'd her They are dragging her aside This the reward I 'le after Aron and be reveng'd Swift as the raging wind I 'le follow thee Enter Emperour Empress Tribunes the Emperour with Arrow in his hands with scrowls of Paper fix'd to ' em Emp. Tribunes what wrongs are these Was ever known An Emperour in Rome thus us'd Publiquely exclaim'd against call'd Tyrant If Titus or his Sons have suffer'd wrong Was it the Law or Emperour did that wrong Nothing has pass'd but what was done by Law Against the Sons of Old Andronicus Yet here he writes to Heaven for his redress See here 's to Iove and this to Mercury This to Apollo this to the God of War. Fine Scrowls to fly about the Streets of Rome What 's this but Libelling against the Senate As who wou'd say in Rome no Justice were But his feign'd Extasies shall not shelter him Both he and his shall know that Justice lives In Saturninus Reign Tamora My gracious Emperour my Saturnine Lord of my Life Commander of my Thoughts Calm thee and bear the saults of Titus Age The effects of sorrow for his Valiant Sons Rather pitty the poor Aged man Then be offended at these Injuries Titus offends you not his Frenzy may And these Plebeans these good honest men Will henceforth not blame you but Titus Madness Enter Senators with Papers which they give the Emperour Chiron Demetrius Emp. See here Libels against me in whole bundles Directed to each Senator in Rome Those on the points of Arrows were disperst These sent to every Tribunes habitation To incite Mutiny and raise Rebellion Shall I endure all this Go drag him round the City with wild Horses Nor Age nor Madness shall protect him now Tam. You Noble Tribunes Romes worthy Patrons I know your Love and pity for Andronicus He 's a good man and worthy your affections No man has serv'd his Country more then he Nor no man more oblig'd his Emperour Then doubt not he wants friends to intercede His merits plead much more then you can speak Go then and comfort him in his distress Except the Guilt of Bassianus death No Crime had reach'd the Lives of his two Sons In secret for their deaths my Lord does grieve Wishing they had been Innocent of the fact I see you burn with Zeal to do him Service But now the Emperour highly is incens'd And this is no fit time for intercession Leave me to pleade his cause I 'le watch the hour That proper'st is to move in his behalf His coolest hours when Love has calm'd his thoughts Go then appease the mind of good Old Titus With Sage advice recall his wandring sense And nothing then shall be too dear for him To ask or Romes great Emperour to Grant. All. Long live our gracious Empress Trib. Ple. Exeunt Empress See Emperour what flattery can do What secret Charms there are in well-tun'd words Unbend your brow then and dismiss your frown What need of anger whilst this art prevails Force oftner then a dissimulation fails Enter Chiron Demettius Diem Arm arm my Lord Rom never had more cause Plebeans to a numerous head are grown And Tribunes won by Marcus Elocution Joyn in Rebellion with the Multitude Emp. Who is the head the Leader of this faction Chir. Marcus is yet the busy man. Tam. That Talker Dem. The old Legions too by Titus late brought home Without the City make their Randevouze Within the People cry Revenge aloud Revenge for the wrong'd Titus and his flaughter'd Sons To them the Army Ecchoes with Loud shouts Long live Lucius Emperour of Rome Emp. Ay now begins the mischief to approach He is the darling of the Souldiers Him they did hope should be Romes Emperour When by the Senate to Andronicus Was given the Power to Nominate Tam. Still be your thoughts Imperious like your Name Is the Sun dimm'd 'cause gnats do fly in it The Eagle suffers little Birds to sing And is not carefull what they mean thereby Knowing that with the Shadow of his Wings He can at pleasure stint their Harmony Em. But who the harsh Musick of the Souldiers tongues Shall stop that cry aloud Revenge or who The Murmures of the giddy men of Rome Still Marcus to the people does declaim And Lucius to the Legions tells his wrongs Who shall their Voices still Tam. That will I. Titus Justice Revenge Revenge Titus without Emp Hear this Is this Musick or discord to your Ear Chir. It is the Voice of frantick Old Titus Deme. He presses to your Royal presence Titus Let me come give a Roman Liberty Tam. Oppose him not Enter Titus Titus Justice ye Gods Justice and Revenge Junius help me to find them Search narrowly my Boy Emp. What looks the Mad man for Titus I look for Justice but she is not here I have Search'd all Rome but cannot finde her Oh! now I think on 't Justice is fled from Earth She 's gone She 's flown fetch me a Net I will go found the Ocean for her I 'le drag the Sea perchance I may find

from themselves Bassi. Andronicus I do not flatter thee But honour thee and will do 'till I dye My Faction if thou strenghthen with thy friends I will most thankfull be and thanks to men Of noble minds is honourable satisfaction Ti. People of Rome and peoples Tribunes here I ask your Voices and your suffrages Will you bestow them friendly on Andronicus Emillius To gratify the good Andronicus And gratulate his safe return to Rome The People will accept whom he admits Marcus. Do All consent All Tribunes All all Ti. Tribunes I thank you and this Sute I make That you Create your Emperours Eldest Son Lord Saturnine whose Virtues will I hope Reflect on Rome as Tytans Rays on Earth And ripen Justice in this Common-wealth Then if you will Elect by my advice Crown him and say Long live our Emperour Marcus. With Voices and applause of every sort Patricians and Plebeans we Create Lord Saturninus Romes great Emperour And say Long live our Emperour Saturninus Emp. Titus Andronicus for thy Favours done To us in our Election this day I give thee thanks in part of thy desert And will with deeds requite thy Nobleness And Titus to advance Thy Name and Honourable Family Lavinia will I make my Empress Romes Royall Mistress Mistress of my heart And in the Sacred Pathean her Espouse Tell me Andronicus doth this motion please thee Titus It does and in requital of the honour done me Here in the sight of Rome to Saturnine Our Defender and the Worlds great Emperour I consecrate my Sword my Charriot and my Pris'ners Presents his Captives to the Emperor Presents well worthy Romes Imperial Lord Receive them then the Tribute that lowe My Honours Ensigns humbled at thy feet Emp. Thanks Valiant 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 Bassi. Say Noble Marcus and you the valiant Brothers of that Lovely Maid is 't not a Tyranny too great to bear Shall he the Empire have Why Let him but let him leave Lavinia then To be at once depriv'd of Power and Love Is more then Mortal sure can bear Titus Now Madam you are Pris'ner to an Emperour To him that for your Honour and your State to Tamora Will use you Nobly and your Followers Emp. Of Mein Majestick and of features Excellent Were I to choose again this were my choice Madam tho' chance of War has brought you here You come not to be made a scorn in Rome Princely shall be your usage every way Rest on my word and let not discontent O'recloud the glory of your Brow. Tamora Tho' here in Chains yet I am still a Queen And have the noble Courage of a Goth. If in my face you signs of sorrow read The Frontispiece is unworthy my mind And ill befits the greatness of my Soul. Emp. Brave Queen whose noble Mind in triumph leads The glories of our Roman Victories Ransomless here we set these Captives free And pay thy greatness with their Liberty Emperour Come Lavinia thou Trophee of the day And utmost height of all our joys for thee Altars shall be perfum'd with richest Gums And Hymens Tapors there shall Blaze Slowly you give your Hand and Trembling Move Art thou not fond of Empire or affraid of Love Titus So Virgins are allow'd their Modest Fears They Even Changes for the Better Dread Bassi. See Friends what Longing Eyes she casts this way And with her sad looks upbraids my Servite tameness Empire I scarce thought truly worth my care When purchas'd with the hazard of your Lives But if friends you are now Ayd me in my Love. Love is the Nobler Cause Bassianus Seizes Lavinia By your leave Emperor and yours Lord Titus from the Emperour Emp. How Bassianus Marcus. The Prince in Justice ceaseth but his own Lucius And he will and shall if Lucius Live. Titus Traytors forbear where is the Emperours guard My Lord see you not Lavinia is surpriz'd Bassi. Yes she 's surpriz'd by him that justly may Mutius Help to convey her hence and with my Sword I 'le guard this passage safe Exeunt Marcus Lucius Mutius Bassianus and followers with Lavinia Titus Treason all that do love the Emperour Now follow me and soon I 'le bring her back Titus Exit Emp. Forbear 'Till she deserves that care you undertake Exeunt Emp. c. ACT II. Scene I. Enter Bassianus Lavinia Mutius upon his Guard Titus Pressing in with his Sword and followers Lucius behind Mutius NO man passes here Titus What Villain boy Bar'st me my way in Rome Mutius Help Lucius help fall Lucius O Sir you are unjust In a Wrong Quarrell you have slain your Son. Titus Nor thou nor he are any Sons of Mine My Sons wou'd never so dishonour me Traytor Restore Lavinia to the Emperour Lucius Dead if you will but not to be his Wife That is anothers Lawfull promis'd Love. Enter Emperour Tamora Her two Sons and Aron the Moor. Emp. No Titus no the Emperour needs thee not Nor her nor thee nor any of thy race She never nor thy Trayterous Sons I 'le trust Confederates all thus to dishonour me Was none in Rome to make a property But me shortly thou 'lt proudly Bragg I poorly begg'd the Empire at thy hands Titus O Monstrous What reprochfull words are these Emp. But go go give that foolish toy thy daughter To him that flourisht for her with his Sword. A valiant Son-in-Law thou shalt Enjoy One Fit to Bandy with thy Law-less Sons To ruffle in the Common-wealth of Rome Titus These words are Razors to my Loyall heart Emp. Therefore Lovely Tamora Queen of Goths That like the Stately Thebe among her Nimphs Out-shin'st the brightest Roman Dames If thou art pleas'd with this my sudden choice Behold I take thee Tamora for my Bride And will Create thee Empress of Rome Speak thou Majestick Goth dost thou approve my choice Then by all our Roman Gods I swear to lead thee to their Altars strait Where Tapors now Burn Bright and Ev'ry thing In Readyness for Hymeneus Stand. Thence in Imperiall Pomp shalt thou be Led The Glorious partner of my Throne and Bed. Tamora And here in sight of Heaven to Rome I swear If Sturnine advance the Queen of Goths She but the triffles will of Empire share His Vacant hours shall her ambition bound And all her hopes with Love be fully crown'd But to my Emperour this one thing I commend In highest care and greatest Love 't is done Receive this worthy Moor to your esteem Emp. Dark is the Case but thro't a noble light There Shines Tam. First be the place he holds in Trust and Confidence His head in Counsell and his hand in Warr Will never fail to do you service Aron If Blushes could be seen thro' this black Vayle These undeserved praises from your Mouth Would dye my Vizage of another hue Quick mounts the blood up

to my swarthy Cheeks Tho' not perciev'd the Oven glows within Emp. Your word 's a noble Warrant If Rome or I Can Merit his or these two Young Princes Loves Their greatness knows no bounds but their desires And now Ascend fair Queen Panthean Lords accompany Your Emperour and his Royal Bride Whose Wisdome hath her fortune conquer'd Assistant be to see the Rites perform'd By heaven she was sent to bless my Reign Captive she came but beauty broke her Chain Exeunt As to the Altar Titus I am not bid to attend these Ceremonies Titus when wer't thou wont to walk alone Dishonour'd thus and challenged of wrongs Enter Marcus Lucius Martius Quintus Mutius Born in Dead Marcus. O Titus see see here what thou hast done In a bad quarrell slain a Virtuous Son. Titus No foolish Tribune no No Son of mine Nor thou nor these confederate in the Deed That hath dishonour'd all our Family Unworthy Brother and unworthy Sons Lucius But let me give him Buriall as becomes Give Mutius buriall with our Brothers Titus Traytors away he rests not in this Tomb This Monument five hundred years hath stood Which I have sumptuously re-edify'd Here none but Souldiers and Romes Servitors Repose in Fame None basely slain in brauls Bury him where you can he comes not here Marcus. This is impiety in you And Mutius deeds do strongly plead for him He must be bury'd with his Brothers Quintus And shall or him we will accompany Titus And shall what Villain was it spoke that word Martius He that wou'd vouch it 'gainst any man but you Titus What wou'd you bury him in spight of me Marcus. No Noble Titus but entreat of thee To pardon Mutius and to bury him Titus Marcus even thou hast strook upon my Crest And with these Boys my Honour thou hast wounded My Foes I do repute you every one So trouble me no more but hence Quintus Not I 'till Mutius Bones be Bury'd Marcus and the Sons all kneel Marcus. Brother for in that name doth Nature plead Lucius Father and in that name doth Nature speak Titus Speak thou no more if all the rest will speed Marcus. Renowned Titus more then half my soul Lucius Dear Father soul and substance of us all Marcus. Suffer thy Brother Marcus to Interr His Noble Nephew here in Virtues Cell That dy'd 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 piously plead for his Funeralls Let not young Mutius then that was thy Joy Be barr'd his entrance here Titus Rise Marcus rise The dismal'st day is this that e're I saw To be dishonour'd by my Sons in Rome Well bury him and bury me the next they put him in the Vault Lucius There lye thy Bones dear Mutius with thy Friends 'Till we with Trophees do adorn thy Tomb. Marcus. No man shed tears for Noble Mutius He lives in Fame that dy'd in Virtues cause Martius Mutius is bury'd and our griefs are eas'd Quintus The Emperour and his haughty Bride return Enter the Emperour Tamora Chiron Demetrius and Aron at one door Bassianus Lavinia at the other Sons with Attendants Emp. So Bassianus You that so lately play'd the Gladiator Give you Joy Sir of your Gallant Bride Bassi. The like to Saturni●● and his I say no more Nor with no less Emp. Traytor if Rome have Law or we have Power Thou and thy Faction shall repent this Rape Bassi. Rape call you it to seize my own ye Gods My true betrothed Love and now my Wife But let the Laws of Rome determine all Mean while am I possest of what is mine Emp. You are but look to answer the Affront Bassi. Answer I must and shall do with my life Only thus much I wish thee understand 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 mov'd to wrath To be controul'd in that he frankly gave Receive him then to favour Emperour That hath in all his deeds exprest himself A Father and a Friend to thee and Rome Tamora If Tamora be gracious in your eyes Then hear me speak indifferently for all And at my request pardon what is past Emp. Be dishonour'd openly And basely put it up without Revenge Tamora Not so my Lord the Gods of Rome defend I shou'd be Author to dishonour you But on my Honour dare I undertake For good Lord Titus innocence in all Whose Fury not dissembl'd speaks his Grief Then at my Sute look friendly on his Age Lose not so Noble a Friend on vain suppose See those gray hairs behold the good old man Trust me my Lord he 's innocent Bassi. Subtle Empress insinuating Goth Moor. Hearken to this Counsel with attention Dissemble all your griefs and discontents You are but newly stept into your Throne Lest then the People and Patricians too Upon a Just survey take Titus part You know he has a plausible pretence He kill'd his Son by him the Traytor fell And so supplant you for ingratitude Which Rome reputes to be a heinous Crime Bassi. What says the Moor Moor. I say young Lord Titus is innocent Tamora Innocent where he shou'd play the Villaine aside Yield at Intreaties and let me alone I 'le watch a day that 's fitted for Revenge And race their Faction and their Family The Cruell Father and his Trayterous Sons To whom I once su'd for my dear Sons Life I 'le make 'em know what 't is to let a Queen Kneel in the streets to beg for grace in Vain Look there my Lord behold the good Andronicus Take up the dear Old man and cheer his Heart That sinks in Tempest of your angry frown Bassia Feign'd as I Live Abstract of Woman and of Devil Emp. Rise Titus Rise my Empress has prevail'd Titus I thank you Sir Most heartily I do These words these looks infuse new Life in me Tamora Titus I am incorporate in Rome A Roman now adopted happily And must advise the Emperour for his good This day all Quarrells dye Andronicus And let it be my honour good my Lord That I have reconcil'd your Friends and you For you Prince Bassianus I have pass'd My word and promise to the Emperour That you will be more mild and temperate And fear not Lords and you Lavinia By my advice all humbled on your Knees You shall ask pardon of the Emperour Bassia Kneel Kneel Learn to dissemble all You have a Woman for your Instructor Martius We Kneel and vow to Heaven and the Emperour That what we did was most sincerely meant Tending our Sisters Honour and our own Quintus That that was all the ill we meant Marcus. Here on my Honour I protest They had no other Aim Bassia See the good Tribune Marcus too Has taken the Scent and Bows amongst the crow'd