and favor of my country
Commit myself, my person and the cause.
Exeunt the followers of SATURNINUS
Rome, be as just and gracious unto me
As I am confident and kind to thee.
Open the gates, and let me
Tribunes, and me, a poor competitor.
Flourish. SATURNINUS and BASSIANUS go up into the Capitol
Enter a Captain
Romans, make way: the good Andronicus.
Patron of virtue, Rome's best champion,
Successful in the battles
that he fights,
With honour and with fortune is return'd
From where he circumscribed with his sword,
brought to yoke, the enemies of Rome.
Drums and trumpets sounded. Enter MARTIUS and MUTIUS; After them, two Men bearing a coffin covered
with black; then LUCIUS and QUINTUS. After them, TITUS ANDRONICUS; and then TAMORA, with
ALARBUS, DEMETRIUS, CHIRON, AARON, and other Goths, prisoners; Soldiers and people following.
The Bearers set down the coffin, and TITUS speaks
Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning weeds!
Lo, as the bark, that hath discharged her fraught,
with precious jading to the bay
From whence at first she weigh'd her anchorage,
bound with laurel boughs,
To re-salute his country with his tears,
Tears of true joy for his return to Rome.
great defender of this Capitol,
Stand gracious to the rites that we intend!
Romans, of five and twenty valiant
Half of the number that King Priam had,
Behold the poor remains, alive and dead!
These that survive
let Rome reward with love;
These that I bring unto their latest home,
With burial amongst their ancestors:
Goths have given me leave to sheathe my sword.
Titus, unkind and careless of thine own,
thou thy sons, unburied yet,
To hover on the dreadful shore of Styx?
Make way to lay them by their brethren.
The tomb is opened
There greet in silence, as the dead are wont,
And sleep in peace, slain in your country's wars!
receptacle of my joys,
Sweet cell of virtue and nobility,
How many sons of mine hast thou in store,
thou wilt never render to me more!
Give us the proudest prisoner of the Goths,
That we may hew his limbs, and on a pile
Ad manes fratrum
sacrifice his flesh,
Before this earthy prison of their bones;
That so the shadows be not unappeased,
we disturb'd with prodigies on earth.
I give him you, the noblest that survives,
The eldest son of this distressed queen.
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