{"product_id":"titus-andronicus-timon-of-athens-isbn-9780812969351","title":"Titus Andronicus \u0026 Timon of Athens","description":"\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e“These words are razors to my wounded heart.”\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Titus Andronicus\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e“We have seen better days.”\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Timon of Athens\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eEminent Shakespearean scholars Jonathan Bate and Eric Rasmussen provide fresh new editions of the two great tragedies: \u003ci\u003eTitus Adronicus, \u003c\/i\u003ea graphic story of revenge, and\u003ci\u003e Timon of Athens\u003c\/i\u003e, a cautionary tale about false friends and unearned loyalty.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eTHIS VOLUME ALSO INCLUDES MORE THAN A HUNDRED PAGES OF EXCLUSIVE FEATURES:\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e• original Introductions to \u003ci\u003eTitus Andronicus \u003c\/i\u003eand\u003ci\u003e Timon of Athens\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e• incisive scene-by-scene synopsis and analysis with vital facts about the work\u003cbr\u003e• commentary on past and current productions based on interviews with leading directors, actors, and designers\u003cbr\u003e• photographs of key RSC productions\u003cbr\u003e• an overview of Shakespeare’s theatrical career and chronology of his plays\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eIdeal for students, theater professionals, and general readers, these modern and accessible editions from the Royal Shakespeare Company set a new standard in Shakespearean literature for the twenty-first century.“A remarkable edition, one that makes Shakespeare’s extraordinary accomplishment more vivid than ever.”—James Shapiro, professor, Columbia University, bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eA Year in the Life of Shakespeare: 1599\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“A feast of literary and historical information.”\u003ci\u003e—The Wall Street Journal\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003eWilliam Shakespeare\u003c\/b\u003e (1564–1616) was a poet, playwright, and actor who is widely regarded as one of the most influential writers in the history of the English language. Often referred to as the Bard of Avon, Shakespeare's vast body of work includes comedic, tragic, and historical plays; poems; and 154 sonnets. His dramatic works have been translated into every major language and are performed more often than those of any other playwright.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eJonathan Bate\u003c\/b\u003e is a professor of Shakespeare and Renaissance literature at the University of Warwick. Widely known as a critic, award-winning biographer, and broadcaster, Bate is the author of several books on Shakespeare. He is also the principal editor of the Modern Library’s and Royal Shakespeare Company’s highly acclaimed \u003ci\u003eWilliam Shakespeare: Complete Works.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eEric Rasmussen\u003c\/b\u003e, a professor of English at the University of Nevada, is one of today's leading textual experts on Shakespeare.Titus Andronicus\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAct 1 Scene 1 running scene 1\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFlourish. Enter the Tribunes and Senators, aloft. And then enter Saturninus and his followers at one door [below], and Bassianus and his followers at the other, with Drum and Colours\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSATURNINUS Noble patricians, patrons of my right,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDefend the justice of my cause with arms.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd countrymen, my loving followers,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePlead my successive title with your swords.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI was the first-born son that was the last\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat wore the imperial diadem of Rome:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThen let my father's honours live in me,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNor wrong mine age with this indignity.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBASSIANUS Romans, friends, followers, favourers of my right,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIf ever Bassianus, Caesar's son,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWere gracious in the eyes of royal Rome,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKeep then this passage to the Capitol,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd suffer not dishonour to approach\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTh'imperial seat, to virtue consecrate,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo justice, continence and nobility:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut let desert in pure election shine,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd, Romans, fight for freedom in your choice.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEnter Marcus Andronicus, aloft, with the crown\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMARCUS Princes, that strive by factions and by friends\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAmbitiously for rule and empery,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKnow that the people of Rome, for whom we stand\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA special party, have by common voice\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn election for the Roman empery,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eChosen Andronicus, surnamèd Pius\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor many good and great deserts to Rome:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA nobler man, a braver warrior,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLives not this day within the city walls.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe by the senate is accited home\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFrom weary wars against the barbarous Goths,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat with his sons, a terror to our foes,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHath yoked a nation strong, trained up in arms.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTen years are spent since first he undertook\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis cause of Rome and chastisèd with arms\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOur enemies' pride: five times he hath returned\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBleeding to Rome, bearing his valiant sons\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn coffins from the field,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd now at last, laden with horror's spoils,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eReturns the good Andronicus to Rome,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRenownèd Titus, flourishing in arms.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLet us entreat, by honour of his name,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhom worthily you would have now succeed,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd in the Capitol and senate's right,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhom you pretend to honour and adore,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat you withdraw you and abate your strength,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDismiss your followers and, as suitors should,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePlead your deserts in peace and humbleness.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSATURNINUS How fair the tribune speaks to calm my thoughts!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBASSIANUS Marcus Andronicus, so I do affy\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn thy uprightness and integrity,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd so I love and honour thee and thine,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThy noble brother Titus and his sons,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd her to whom my thoughts are humbled all,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGracious Lavinia, Rome's rich ornament,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat I will here dismiss my loving friends,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd to my fortunes and the people's favour\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCommit my cause in balance to be weighed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eExeunt [his] Soldiers\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSATURNINUS Friends, that have been thus forward in my right,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI thank you all and here dismiss you all,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd to the love and favour of my country\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCommit myself, my person and the cause.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e[Exeunt his Soldiers]\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRome, be as just and gracious unto me\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs I am confident and kind to thee.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOpen the gates and let me in.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBASSIANUS Tribunes, and me, a poor competitor.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFlourish. They [Saturninus and Bassianus] go up into the senate house. Enter a Captain\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCAPTAIN Romans, make way: the good Andronicus,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePatron of virtue, Rome's best champion,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSuccessful in the battles that he fights,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith honour and with fortune is returned\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFrom whence he circumscribèd with his sword\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd brought to yoke, the enemies of Rome.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSound drums and trumpets, and then enter two of Titus' sons [Martius and Mutius]. After them, two men bearing a coffin covered with black, then two other sons [Lucius and Quintus]. After them, Titus Andronicus, and then Tamora, Queen of Goths, and her two sons Chiron and Demetrius, with Aaron the Moor and others, as many as can be. They set down the coffin and Titus speaks\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTITUS Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning weeds!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLo, as the bark that hath discharged his freight\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eReturns with precious lading to the bay\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFrom whence at first she weighed her anchorage,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCometh Andronicus, bound with laurel boughs,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo resalute his country with his tears,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTears of true joy for his return to Rome.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThou great defender of this Capitol,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eStand gracious to the rites that we intend.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRomans, of five and twenty valiant sons,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHalf of the number that King Priam had,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBehold the poor remains, alive and dead!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThese that survive, let Rome reward with love:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThese that I bring unto their latest home,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith burial amongst their ancestors.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHere Goths have given me leave to sheathe my sword.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTitus, unkind and careless of thine own,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhy suffer'st thou thy sons unburied yet\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo hover on the dreadful shore of Styx?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMake way to lay them by their brethren.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThey open the tomb\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere greet in silence, as the dead are wont,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd sleep in peace, slain in your country's wars.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eO sacred receptacle of my joys,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSweet cell of virtue and nobility,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHow many sons of mine hast thou in store,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat thou wilt never render to me more!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLUCIUS Give us the proudest prisoner of the Goths,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat we may hew his limbs, and on a pile\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAd manus fratrum sacrifice his flesh\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBefore this earthly prison of their bones,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat so the shadows be not unappeased,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNor we disturbed with prodigies on earth.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTITUS I give him you, the noblest that survives,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe eldest son of this distressèd queen.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTAMORA Stay, Roman brethren, gracious conqueror, ØKneelsØ\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVictorious Titus, rue the tears I shed,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA mother's tears in passion for her son:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd if thy sons were ever dear to thee,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eO, think my sons to be as dear to me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSufficeth not that we are brought to Rome\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo beautify thy triumphs and return,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCaptive to thee and to thy Roman yoke?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut must my sons be slaughtered in the streets\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor valiant doings in their country's cause?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eO, if to fight for king and commonweal\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWere piety in thine, it is in these.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAndronicus, stain not thy tomb with blood.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWilt thou draw near the nature of the gods?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDraw near them then in being merciful:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSweet mercy is nobility's true badge.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThrice-noble Titus, spare my first-born son.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTITUS Patient yourself, madam, and pardon me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThese are the brethren whom you Goths beheld\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAlive and dead, and for their brethren slain\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eReligiously they ask a sacrifice:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo this your son is marked, and die he must,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo appease their groaning shadows that are gone.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLUCIUS Away with him, and make a fire straight,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd with our swords, upon a pile of wood,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLet's hew his limbs till they be clean consumed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eExeunt Sons [Lucius, Quintus,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMartius and Mutius] with Alarbus\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTAMORA O cruel, irreligious piety! Rises\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHIRON Was ever Scythia half so barbarous?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDEMETRIUS Oppose not Scythia to ambitious Rome.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAlarbus goes to rest and we survive\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo tremble under Titus' threat'ning looks.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThen, madam, stand resolved, but hope withal\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe self-same gods that armed the Queen of Troy\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith opportunity of sharp revenge\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eUpon the Thracian tyrant in his tent\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMay favour Tamora, the Queen of Goths -\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen Goths were Goths and Tamora was queen -\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo quit the bloody wrongs upon her foes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEnter the Sons of Andronicus again\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLUCIUS See, lord and father, how we have performed\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOur Roman rites: Alarbus' limbs are lopped,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd entrails feed the sacrificing fire,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhose smoke like incense doth perfume the sky.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRemaineth nought but to inter our brethren\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd with loud 'larums welcome them to Rome.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTITUS Let it be so, and let Andronicus\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMake this his latest farewell to their souls.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFlourish. Then sound trumpets, and lay the coffins in the tomb\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn peace and honour rest you here, my sons:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRome's readiest champions, repose you here in rest,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSecure from worldly chances and mishaps.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHere lurks no treason, here no envy swells,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHere grow no damnèd grudges, here are no storms,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNo noise, but silence and eternal sleep:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn peace and honour rest you here, my sons.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEnter Lavinia\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLAVINIA In peace and honour live Lord Titus long:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy noble lord and father, live in fame!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLo, at this tomb my tributary tears\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI render for my brethren's obsequies,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd at thy feet I kneel with tears of joy Kneels\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShed on the earth for thy return to Rome.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eO, bless me here with thy victorious hand,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhose fortune Rome's best citizens applaud.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTITUS Kind Rome, that hast thus lovingly reserved\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe cordial of mine age to glad my heart.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLavinia, live, outlive thy father's days\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd fame's eternal date, for virtue's praise. Lavinia rises\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e[Enter Marcus, below]\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMARCUS Long live Lord Titus, my belovèd brother,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGracious triumpher in the eyes of Rome!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTITUS Thanks, gentle tribune, noble brother Marcus.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMARCUS And welcome, nephews, from successful wars,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYou that survive and you that sleep in fame.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFair lords, your fortunes are alike in all,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat in your country's service drew your swords:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut safer triumph is this funeral pomp\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat hath aspired to Solon's happiness\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd triumphs over chance in honour's bed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTitus Andronicus, the people of Rome,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhose friend in justice thou hast ever been,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSend thee by me, their tribune and their trust,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis palliament of white and spotless hue,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd name thee in election for the empire\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith these our late-deceasèd emperor's sons:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBe candidatus then and put it on, Offers a robe\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd help to set a head on headless Rome.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTITUS A better head her glorious body fits\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThan his that shakes for age and feebleness.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhat, should I don this robe and trouble you?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBe chosen with proclamations today,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTomorrow yield up rule, resign my life\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd set abroad new business for you all?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRome, I have been thy soldier forty years,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd led my country's strength successfully,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd buried one and twenty valiant sons,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKnighted in field, slain manfully in arms\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn right and service of their noble country:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGive me a staff of honour for mine age,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut not a sceptre to control the world.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eUpright he held it, lords, that held it last.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMARCUS Titus, thou shalt obtain and ask the empery.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSATURNINUS Proud and ambitious tribune, canst thou tell?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTITUS Patience, Prince Saturninus-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSATURNINUS Romans, do me right.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePatricians, draw your swords and sheathe them not\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTill Saturninus be Rome's emperor.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAndronicus, would thou wert shipped to hell,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRather than rob me of the people's hearts.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLUCIUS Proud Saturnine, interrupter of the good\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat noble-minded Titus means to thee.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTITUS Content thee, prince, I will restore to thee\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe people's hearts, and wean them from themselves.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBASSIANUS Andronicus, I do not flatter thee,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut honour thee, and will do till I die:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy faction if thou strengthen with thy friends,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI will most thankful be, and thanks to men\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOf noble minds is honourable meed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTITUS People of Rome, and noble tribunes here,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI ask your voices and your suffrages,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWill you bestow them friendly on Andronicus?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTRIBUNES To gratify the good Andronicus\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd gratulate his safe return to Rome,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe people will accept whom he admits.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTITUS Tribunes, I thank you, and this suit I make,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat you create our emperor's eldest son,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLord Saturnine, whose virtues will, I hope,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eReflect on Rome as Titan's rays on earth,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd ripen justice in this commonweal:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThen if you will elect by my advice,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCrown him and say, 'Long live our emperor!'\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMARCUS With voices and applause of every sort,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePatricians and plebeians, we create\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLord Saturninus Rome's great emperor,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd say, 'Long live our Emperor Saturnine!'\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA long flourish till they come down\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSATURNINUS Titus Andronicus, for thy favours done\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo us in our election this day,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI give thee thanks in part of thy deserts,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd will with deeds requite thy gentleness:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd, for an onset, Titus, to advance\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThy name and honourable family,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLavinia will I make my emperess,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRome's royal mistress, mistress of my heart,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd in the sacred Pantheon her espouse:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTell me, Andronicus, doth this motion please thee?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTITUS It doth, my worthy lord, and in this match\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI hold me highly honoured of your grace,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd here in sight of Rome to Saturnine,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKing and commander of our commonweal,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe wide world's emperor, do I consecrate\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy sword, my chariot and my prisoners,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePresents well worthy Rome's imperial lord:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eReceive them then, the tribute that I owe, Titus' sword, chariot (?)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMine honour's ensigns humbled at thy feet. and prisoners are given\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSATURNINUS Thanks, noble Titus, father of my life. to Saturninus\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHow proud I am of thee and of thy gifts,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRome shall record, and when I do forget\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe least of these unspeakable deserts,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRomans forget your fealty to me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTITUS Now, madam, are you prisoner to an To Tamora\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eemperor,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo him that for your honour and your state,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWill use you nobly and your followers.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSATURNINUS A goodly lady, trust me, of the hue Aside?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat I would choose, were I to choose anew.-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eClear up, fair queen, that cloudy countenance: To Tamora\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThough chance of war hath wrought this change of cheer,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThou com'st not to be made a scorn in Rome:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePrincely shall be thy usage every way.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRest on my word, and let not discontent\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDaunt all your hopes: madam, he comforts you\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCan make you greater than the queen of Goths.-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLavinia, you are not displeased with this?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLAVINIA Not I, my lord, sith true nobility\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWarrants these words in princely courtesy.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSATURNINUS Thanks, sweet Lavinia.- Romans, let us go.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRansomless here we set our prisoners free:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eProclaim our honours, lords, with trump and Sound music;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003edrum. prisoners released\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBASSIANUS Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is mine. Seizes\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTITUS How, sir? Are you in earnest then, my lord? Lavinia\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBASSIANUS Ay, noble Titus, and resolved withal\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo do myself this reason and this right.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMARCUS 'Suum cuique' is our Roman justice:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis prince in justice seizeth but his own.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLUCIUS And that he will, and shall, if Lucius live.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTITUS Traitors, avaunt! Where is the emperor's guard?-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTreason, my lord: Lavinia is surprised!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSATURNINUS Surprised? By whom?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBASSIANUS By him that justly may\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBear his betrothed from all the world away.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMUTIUS Brothers, help to convey her hence away,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd with my sword I'll keep this door safe.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e[Exeunt Bassianus, Lavinia, Marcus,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMartius, Quintus]\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTITUS Follow, my lord, and I'll soon bring her back.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e[Exeunt Saturninus and Goths]\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMUTIUS My lord, you pass not here.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTITUS What, villain boy, barr'st me my way in Rome?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe kills him\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMUTIUS Help, Lucius, help!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLUCIUS My lord, you are unjust, and, more than so:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn wrongful quarrel you have slain your son.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTITUS Nor thou, nor he, are any sons of mine:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy sons would never so dishonour me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTraitor, restore Lavinia to the emperor.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLUCIUS Dead, if you will, but not to be his wife\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat is another's lawful promised love. [Exit]\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEnter aloft the Emperor with Tamora and her two sons, and Aaron\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ethe Moor\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSATURNINUS No, Titus, no, the emperor needs her not,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNor her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI'll trust by leisure him that mocks me once,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThee never, nor thy traitorous haughty sons,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eConfederates all thus to dishonour me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWas none in Rome to make a stale\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut Saturnine? 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