Titus Andronicus (Folio, 1623)
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Flourish. Enter the Tribunes and Senators aloft And then
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enter Saturninus and his Followers at one doore,
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and Bassianus and his Followers at the
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other, with Drum & Colours.
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Saturninus.
¶NOble Patricians, Patrons of my right,
¶And Countrey-men, my louing Followers,
¶That wore the Imperiall Diadem of Rome:
¶Then let my Fathers Honours liue in me,
¶Nor wrong mine Age with this indignitie.
15Bassianus. Romaines, Friends, Followers,
¶Fauourers of my Right:
¶Were gracious in the eyes of Royall Rome,
¶Th'Imperiall Seate to Vertue: consecrate
¶To Iustice, Continence, and Nobility:
¶And Romanes, fight for Freedome in your Choice.
¶Princes, that striue by Factions, and by Friends,
¶Ambitiously for Rule and Empery:
¶Know, that the people of Rome for whom we stand
¶A speciall Party, haue by Common voyce
30In Election for the Romane Emperie,
¶Chosen Andronicus, Sur-named Pious,
¶For many good and great deserts to Rome.
¶A Nobler man, a brauer Warriour,
¶Liues not this day within the City Walles.
35He by the Senate is accited home
¶From weary Warres against the barbarous Gothes,
¶That with his Sonnes (a terror to our Foes)
¶Hath yoak'd a Nation strong, train'd vp in Armes.
¶Our Enemies pride. Fiue times he hath return'd
¶Bleeding to Rome, bearing his Valiant Sonnes
¶In Coffins from the Field.
¶And now at last, laden with Honours Spoyles,
45Returnes the good Andronicus to Rome,
¶Renowned Titus, flourishing in Armes.
¶Let vs intreat, by Honour of his Name,
¶Whom (worthily) you would haue now succeede,
¶And in the Capitoll and Senates right,
50Whom you pretend to Honour and Adore,
¶That you withdraw you, and abate your Strength,
55To calme my thoughts.
¶And so I Loue and Honor thee, and thine,
¶Thy Noble Brother Titus, and his Sonnes,
60And Her (to whom my thoughts are humbled all)
¶Gracious Lauinia, Romes rich Ornament,
¶And to my Fortunes, and the Peoples Fauour,
¶Commit my Cause in ballance to be weigh'd.
¶Saturnine. Friends, that haue beene
¶Thus forward in my Right,
¶And to the Loue and Fauour of my Countrey,
¶Rome, be as iust and gracious vnto me,
¶As I am confident and kinde to thee.
¶Open the Gates, and let me in.
¶Bassia. Tribunes, and me, a poore Competitor.
¶Cap. Romanes make way: the good Andronicus,
¶Patron of Vertue, Romes best Champion,
80With Honour and with Fortune is return'd,
¶From whence he circumscribed with his Sword,
¶And brought to yoke the Enemies of Rome.
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Sonnes; After them, two men bearing a Coffin couered
90Andronicus. Haile Rome:
¶Victorious in thy Mourning Weedes:
Loe,
