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TITUS ANDRONICUS I
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Enter the Tribunes and Senatours
aloft: And then enter |
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Saturninus
and his followers at one dore, and Bassianus and |
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his
followers, with Drums and Trumpets. |
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NOble
Patricians, Patrons of my Right, |
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Romaines,
friends, followers, fauourers of my Right, |
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If euer Bassianus* Ceasars* sonne, |
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VVere
gratious in the eyes of Royall
Rome, |
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And suffer not dishonour to approch,
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But let desert in pure election shine, |
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And Romaines fight for freedome in your choice. |
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Princes that striue by
factions and by friends, |
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Ambitiously for Rule and Emperie, |
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Know that the people of |
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A speciall Partie, haue by common voice, |
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In election for the Romaine Empery |
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Chosen Andronicus*, surnamed Pius*: |
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For many good and great deserts to |
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A Nobler man, a brauer VVarriour, |
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Liues
not this day within the Cittie walls. |
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Hee by the
Senate is accited home, |
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From weary warres against
the barbarous Gothes*, |
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That with his sonnes a terrour to our foes, |
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Hath yoakt a Nation
strong, traind vp in Armes. |
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Tenne
yeares are spent since first he vndertooke |
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This cause of |
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Our enemies pride: Fiue
times he hath returnd |
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Bleeding to |
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In Coffins from the field, and at this day, |
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Done sacrifice of expiation, |
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And slaine the Noblest
prisoner of the Gothes. |
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And now at last laden with honours spoiles, |
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Returnes
the good Andronicus* to |
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Renowned Titus* flourishing in Armes. |
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Let vs intreat
by honour of his name, |
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VVhom
worthily you would haue now succeede, |
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And in the Capitall and
Senates Right, |
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VVhom
you pretend to honour and adore, |
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That you withdraw you, and abate your strength, |
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Dismisse
your followers, and as suters should, |
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Pleade
your deserts in peace and humblenes. |
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How faire the Tribune speakes
to calme my thoughts. |
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Marcus* Andronicus*, so I do affie |
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And so I Loue and Honor thee, and thine, |
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Thy Noble brother Titus and his sonnes, |
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And her to whom my thoughts are humbled all, |
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Gratious
Lauinia, Romes rich
ornament, |
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That I will here dismisse
my louing friends: |
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And to my fortunes and the peoples fauour, |
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Commit my cause in ballance
to be waid. |
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Exit Soldiers. |
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Friends that haue beene thus forward in my right. |
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I thanke you all, and here
dismisse you all, |
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And to the loue and fauour of my Countrie, |
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Commit my selfe, my
person, and the cause: |
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As I am confident and kinde
to thee. |
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Open the gates and let me in. |
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Tribunes and me a poore
Competitor. |
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They goe vp into the Senate house. |
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Enter a Captaine. |
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Romaines
make way, the good Andronicus, |
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Patron of vertue,
Romes best Champion: |
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Succesfull
in the battailes that he fights, |
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VVith
honour and with fortune is returnd, |
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From where he circumscribed with his sword, |
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And brought to yoake the
enemies of |
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Sound Drums and Trumpets, and then enter two
of Titus |
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sonnes,
and then two men bearing a Coffin couered with
black, |
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then two other sonnes,
then Titus Andronicus, and then Ta- |
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Demetrius, with Aron
the More, and others as many as can |
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be,
then set downe the Coffin, and Titus speakes. |
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Haile
Rome, victorious in thy mourning weeds, |
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Lo as the Barke that hath dischargd his fraught, |
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Returnes
with pretious lading to the bay, |
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From whence at first shee wayd her anchorage; |
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To resalute his Countrie with his teares, |
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Teares
of true ioy for his returne
to |
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Thou great defender of this Capitoll, |
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Stand gratious to the
rights that we entend. |
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Romaines,
of fiue and twenty valiant sonnes,
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Halfe
of the number that king Priam had, |
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Behold the poore remaines aliue and dead: |
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These that suruiue, let |
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These that I bring vnto
their latest home, |
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VVith
buriall amongst their auncestors. |
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Here Gothes haue giuen me leaue to sheath my sword, |