Titus Andronicus(泰特斯·安特洛尼克斯)

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TITUS ANDRONICUS

William Shakespeare

TITUS ANDRONICUS

ACT I.

TITUS ANDRONICUS

SCENE I. Rome. Before the Capitol

Flourish. Enter the TRIBUNES and SENATORS aloft; and then enter

below SATURNINUS and his followers at one door, and BASSIANUS

and his followers at the other, with drums and trumpets

SATURNINUS. Noble patricians, patrons of my right, Defend the

justice of my cause with arms; And, countrymen, my loving followers,

Plead my successive title with your swords. I am his first born son that

was the last That ware the imperial diadem of Rome; Then let my father's

honours live in me, Nor wrong mine age with this indignity. BASSIANUS.

Romans, friends, followers, favourers of my right, If ever Bassianus,

Caesar's son, Were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome, Keep then this

passage to the Capitol; And suffer not dishonour to approach The imperial

seat, to virtue consecrate, To justice, continence, and nobility; But let

desert in pure election shine; And, Romans, fight for freedom in your

choice.

Enter MARCUS ANDRONICUS aloft, with the crown

MARCUS. Princes, that strive by factions and by friends Ambitiously

for rule and empery, Know that the people of Rome, for whom we stand A

special party, have by common voice In election for the Roman empery

Chosen Andronicus, surnamed Pius For many good and great deserts to

Rome. A nobler man, a braver warrior, Lives not this day within the city

walls. He by the Senate is accited home, From weary wars against the

barbarous Goths, That with his sons, a terror to our foes, Hath yok'd a

nation strong, train'd up in arms. Ten years are spent since first he

undertook This cause of Rome, and chastised with arms Our enemies'

pride; five times he hath return'd Bleeding to Rome, bearing his valiant

sons In coffins from the field; and at this day To the monument of that

Andronici Done sacrifice of expiation, And slain the noblest prisoner of

the Goths. And now at last, laden with honour's spoils, Returns the good

Andronicus to Rome, Renowned Titus, flourishing in arms. Let us entreat,

by honour of his name Whom worthily you would have now succeed, And

in the Capitol and Senate's right, Whom you pretend to honour and adore,

That you withdraw you and abate your strength, Dismiss your followers,

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and, as suitors should, Plead your deserts in peace and humbleness.

SATURNINUS. How fair the Tribune speaks to calm my thoughts.

BASSIANUS. Marcus Andronicus, so I do affy In thy uprightness and

integrity, And so I love and honour thee and thine, Thy noble brother Titus

and his sons, And her to whom my thoughts are humbled all, Gracious

Lavinia, Rome's rich ornament, That I will here dismiss my loving friends,

And to my fortunes and the people's favour Commit my cause in balance

to be weigh'd. Exeunt the soldiers of BASSIANUS SATURNINUS.

Friends, that have been thus forward in my right, I thank you all and here

dismiss you all, And to the love and favour of my country Commit myself,

my person, and the cause. Exeunt the soldiers of SATURNINUS Rome, be

as just and gracious unto me As I am confident and kind to thee. Open the

gates and let me in. BASSIANUS. Tribunes, and me, a poor competitor.

[Flourish. They go up into the Senate House]

Enter a CAPTAIN

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 And brought to yoke the enemies of Rome.

Sound drums and trumpets, and then enter MARTIUS and MUTIUS,

two of TITUS' sons; and then two men bearing a coffin covered with black;

then LUCIUS and QUINTUS, two other sons; then TITUS

ANDRONICUS; and then TAMORA the Queen of Goths, with her three

sons, ALARBUS, DEMETRIUS, and CHIRON, with AARON the Moor,

and others, as many as can be. Then set down the coffin and TITUS speaks

TITUS. Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning weeds! Lo, as the

bark that hath discharg'd her fraught Returns with precious lading to the

bay From whence at first she weigh'd her anchorage, Cometh Andronicus,

bound with laurel boughs, To re-salute his country with his tears, Tears of

true joy for his return to Rome. Thou great defender of this Capitol, Stand

gracious to the rites that we intend! Romans, of five and twenty valiant

sons, 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. Here

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Goths have given me leave to sheathe my sword. Titus, unkind, and

careless of thine own, Why suffer'st thou thy sons, unburied yet, To hover

on the dreadful shore of Styx? Make way to lay them by their brethren.

[They open the tomb] There greet in silence, as the dead are wont, And

sleep in peace, slain in your country's wars. O sacred receptacle of my joys,

Sweet cell of virtue and nobility, How many sons hast thou of mine in

store That thou wilt never render to me more! LUCIUS. 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 unappeas'd, Nor we disturb'd with

prodigies on earth. TITUS. I give him you- the noblest that survives, The

eldest son of this distressed queen. TAMORA. Stay, Roman brethen!

Gracious conqueror, Victorious Titus, rue the tears I shed, A mother's tears

in passion for her son; And if thy sons were ever dear to thee, O, think my

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 gentleness;

And for an onset, Titus, to advance Thy name and honourable family,

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Lavinia will I make my emperess, Rome's royal mistress, mistress of my

heart, And in the sacred Pantheon her espouse. Tell me, Andronicus, doth

this motion please thee? TITUS. It doth, my worthy lord, and in this match

I hold me highly honoured of your Grace, And here in sight of Rome, to

Saturnine, King and commander of our commonweal, The wide world's

Emperor, do I consecrate My sword, my chariot, and my prisoners,

Presents well worthy Rome's imperious lord; Receive them then, the

tribute that I owe, Mine honour's ensigns humbled at thy feet.

SATURNINUS. Thanks, noble Titus, father of my life. How proud I am of

thee and of thy gifts Rome shall record; and when I do forget The least of

these unspeakable deserts, Romans, forget your fealty to me. TITUS. [To

TAMORA] Now, madam, are you prisoner to an emperor; To him that for

your honour and your state Will use you nobly and your followers.

SATURNINUS. [Aside] A goodly lady, trust me; of the hue That I would

choose, were I to choose anew.- Clear up, fair Queen, that cloudy

countenance; Though chance of war hath wrought this change of cheer,

Thou com'st not to be made a scorn in Rome- Princely shall be thy usage

every way. Rest on my word, and let not discontent Daunt all your hopes.

Madam, he comforts you Can make you greater than the Queen of Goths.

Lavinia, you are not displeas'd with this? LAVINIA. Not I, my lord, sith

true nobility Warrants these words in princely courtesy. SATURNINUS.

Thanks, sweet Lavinia. Romans, let us go. Ransomless here we set our

prisoners free. Proclaim our honours, lords, with trump and drum.

[Flourish] BASSIANUS. Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is mine.

[Seizing LAVINIA] TITUS. How, sir! Are you in earnest then, my lord?

BASSIANUS. Ay, noble Titus, and resolv'd withal To do myself this

reason and this right. MARCUS. Suum cuique is our Roman justice: This

prince in justice seizeth but his own. LUCIUS. And that he will and shall,

if Lucius live. TITUS. Traitors, avaunt! Where is the Emperor's guard?

Treason, my lord- Lavinia is surpris'd! SATURNINUS. Surpris'd! By

whom? BASSIANUS. By him that justly may Bear his betroth'd from all

the world away. Exeunt BASSIANUS and MARCUS with LAVINIA

MUTIUS. Brothers, help to convey her hence away, And with my sword

I'll keep this door safe. Exeunt LUCIUS, QUINTUS, and MARTIUS

TITUS ANDRONICUS

TITUS. Follow, my lord, and I'll soon bring her back. MUTIUS. My lord,

you pass not here. TITUS. What, villain boy! Bar'st me my way in Rome?

MUTIUS. Help, Lucius, help! TITUS kills him. During the fray, exeunt

SATURNINUS, TAMORA, DEMETRIUS, CHIRON, and AARON

Re-enter Lucius

LUCIUS. My lord, you are unjust, and more than so: In wrongful

quarrel you have slain your son. TITUS. Nor thou nor he are any sons of

mine; My sons would never so dishonour me.

Re-enter aloft the EMPEROR with TAMORA and her two Sons, and

AARON the Moor

Traitor, restore Lavinia to the Emperor. LUCIUS. Dead, if you will;

but not to be his wife, That is another's lawful promis'd love. Exit

SATURNINUS. No, Titus, no; the Emperor needs her not, Nor her, nor

thee, nor any of thy stock. I'll trust by leisure him that mocks me once;

Thee never, nor thy traitorous haughty sons, Confederates all thus to

dishonour me. Was there none else in Rome to make a stale But Saturnine?

Full well, Andronicus, Agree these deeds with that proud brag of thine

That saidst I begg'd the empire at thy hands. TITUS. O monstrous! What

reproachful words are these? SATURNINUS. But go thy ways; go, give

that changing piece To him that flourish'd for her with his sword. A valiant

son-in-law thou shalt enjoy; One fit to bandy with thy lawless sons, To

ruffle in the commonwealth of Rome. TITUS. These words are razors to

my wounded heart. SATURNINUS. And therefore, lovely Tamora, Queen

of Goths, That, like the stately Phoebe 'mongst her nymphs, Dost

overshine the gallant'st dames of Rome, If thou be pleas'd with this my

sudden choice, Behold, I choose thee, Tamora, for my bride And will

create thee Emperess of Rome. Speak, Queen of Goths, dost thou applaud

my choice? And here I swear by all the Roman gods- Sith priest and holy

water are so near, And tapers burn so bright, and everything In readiness

for Hymenaeus stand- I will not re-salute the streets of Rome, Or climb

my palace, till from forth this place I lead espous'd my bride along with

me. TAMORA. And here in sight of heaven to Rome I swear, If Saturnine

advance the Queen of Goths, She will a handmaid be to his desires, A

loving nurse, a mother to his youth. SATURNINUS. Ascend, fair Queen,

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Pantheon. Lords, accompany Your noble Emperor and his lovely bride,

Sent by the heavens for Prince Saturnine, Whose wisdom hath her fortune

conquered; There shall we consummate our spousal rites. Exeunt all but

TITUS TITUS. I am not bid to wait upon this bride. TITUS, when wert

thou wont to walk alone, Dishonoured thus, and challenged of wrongs?

Re-enter MARCUS, and TITUS' SONS, LUCIUS, QUINTUS, and

MARTIUS

MARCUS. O Titus, see, O, see what thou hast done! In a bad quarrel

slain a virtuous son. TITUS. No, foolish Tribune, no; no son of mine- Nor

thou, nor these, confederates in the deed That hath dishonoured all our

family; Unworthy brother and unworthy sons! LUCIUS. But let us give

him burial, as becomes; Give Mutius burial with our bretheren. TITUS.

Traitors, away! He rests not in this tomb. This monument five hundred

years hath stood, Which I have sumptuously re-edified; Here none but

soldiers and Rome's servitors Repose in fame; none basely slain in brawls.

Bury him where you can, he comes not here. MARCUS. My lord, this is

impiety in you. My nephew Mutius' deeds do plead for him; He must be

buried with his bretheren. QUINTUS & MARTIUS. And shall, or him we

will accompany. TITUS. 'And shall!' What villain was it spake that word?

QUINTUS. He that would vouch it in any place but here. TITUS. What,

would you bury him in my despite? MARCUS. No, noble Titus, but

entreat of thee To pardon Mutius and to bury him. TITUS. Marcus, even

thou hast struck upon my crest, And with these boys mine honour thou

hast wounded. My foes I do repute you every one; So trouble me no more,

but get you gone. MARTIUS. He is not with himself; let us withdraw.

QUINTUS. Not I, till Mutius' bones be buried. [The BROTHER and the

SONS kneel] MARCUS. Brother, for in that name doth nature plead-

QUINTUS. Father, and in that name doth nature speak- TITUS. Speak

thou no more, if all the rest will speed. MARCUS. Renowned Titus, more

than half my soul- LUCIUS. Dear father, soul and substance of us all-

MARCUS. Suffer thy brother Marcus to inter His noble nephew here in

virtue's nest, That died in honour and Lavinia's cause. Thou art a Roman-

be not barbarous. The Greeks upon advice did bury Ajax, That slew

himself; and wise Laertes' son Did graciously plead for his funerals. Let

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