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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 ALARBUS TAMORA。 O cruel； irreligious piety！ CHIRON。
Was never Scythia half so barbarous！ DEMETRIUS。 Oppose not Scythia
to ambitious Rome。 Alarbus goes to rest； and we survive To tremble under
Titus' threat'ning look。 Then； madam； stand resolv'd； but hope withal The
self…same gods that arm'd the Queen of Troy With opportunity of sharp
revenge Upon the Thracian tyrant in his tent May favour Tamora； the
Queen of Goths… When Goths were Goths and Tamora was queen… To quit
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the bloody wrongs upon her foes。
Re…enter LUCIUS； QUINTUS； MARTIUS； and MUTIUS； the sons
of ANDRONICUS； with their swords bloody
LUCIUS。 See； lord and father； how we have perform'd Our Roman
rites： Alarbus' limbs are lopp'd； And entrails feed the sacrificing fire；
Whose smoke like incense doth perfume the sky。 Remaineth nought 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＇ In peace and honour 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 damned drugs； here are no storms； No noise；
but silence and eternal sleep。 In peace and honour rest you here； my sons！
Enter LAVINIA
LAVINIA。 In peace and honour live Lord Titus long； My noble lord
and father； live in fame！ Lo； at this tomb my tributary tears 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。 Kind Rome； that
hast thus lovingly reserv'd 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！
Enter； above； MARCUS ANDRONICUS and TRIBUNES； re…enter
SATURNINUS； BASSIANUS； and attendants
MARCUS。 Long live Lord Titus； my beloved brother； 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 That in your country's service drew your swords； But safer
triumph is this funeral pomp That hath aspir'd to Solon's happiness And
triumphs over chance in honour's bed。 Titus Andronicus； the people of
Rome； Whose friend in justice thou hast ever been； Send thee by me； their
Tribune and their trust； This par＇iament of white and spotless hue； And
name thee in election for the empire With these our late…deceased
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Emperor's sons： 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。 What should I don this robe and trouble
you？ Be chosen with proclamations to…day； To…morrow yield up rule；
resign my life； And set abroad new business for you all？ Rome； I have
been thy soldier forty years； 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
honour for mine age； But not a sceptre 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。 Romans； do me right。
Patricians； draw your swords； and sheathe them not Till Saturninus be
Rome's Emperor。 Andronicus； would thou were shipp'd to hell Rather than
rob me of the people's hearts！ LUCIUS。 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。
BASSIANUS。 Andronicus； I do not flatter thee； But honour 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 honourable meed。
TITUS。 People of Rome； and people's Tribunes here； I ask your voices and
your suffrages： Will ye 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。 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。 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； And say 'Long live our Emperor
Saturnine！' ＇A long flourish till they come down＇ SATURNINUS。 Titus
Andronicus； for thy favours done To us in our election this day I give thee
thanks in part of thy deserts； And will with deeds requite thy