Titus Andronicus by William Shakespeare

Act 1 - Scene 1

Rome. Before the Capitol.

Saturninus : Noble patricians, patrons of my right, [p]Defend the justice of my
cause with arms, [p]And, countrymen, my loving followers, [p]Plead my
successive title with your swords: [p]I am his first-born son, that
was the last [p]That wore the imperial diadem of Rome; [p]Then let my
father's honours live in me, [p]Nor wrong mine age with this
indignity.

Bassianus : Romans, friends, followers, favorers of my right, [p]If ever
Bassianus, Caesar's son, [p]Were gracious in the eyes of royal
Rome, [p]Keep then this passage to the Capitol [p]And suffer not
dishonour to approach [p]The imperial seat, to virtue
consecrate, [p]To justice, continence and nobility; [p]But let desert
in pure election shine, [p]And, Romans, fight for freedom in your
choice.

Marcus Andronicus : Princes, that strive by factions and by friends [p]Ambitiously for
rule and empery, [p]Know that the people of Rome, for whom we
stand [p]A special party, have, by common voice, [p]In election for
the Roman empery, [p]Chosen Andronicus, surnamed Pius [p]For many good
and great deserts to Rome: [p]A nobler man, a braver warrior, [p]Lives
not this day within the city walls: [p]He by the senate is accit'd
home [p]From weary wars against the barbarous Goths; [p]That, with his
sons, a terror to our foes, [p]Hath yoked a nation strong, train'd up
in arms. [p]Ten years are spent since first he undertook [p]This cause
of Rome and chastised with arms [p]Our enemies' pride: five times he
hath return'd [p]Bleeding to Rome, bearing his valiant sons [p]In
coffins from the field; [p]And now at last, laden with horror's
spoils, [p]Returns the good Andronicus to Rome, [p]Renowned Titus,
flourishing in arms. [p]Let us entreat, by honour of his name, [p]Whom
worthily you would have now succeed. [p]And in the Capitol and
senate's right, [p]Whom you pretend to honour and adore, [p]That you
withdraw you and abate your strength; [p]Dismiss your followers and,
as suitors should, [p]Plead your deserts in peace and humbleness.

Saturninus : How fair the tribune speaks to calm my thoughts!

Bassianus : Marcus Andronicus, so I do ally [p]In thy uprightness and
integrity, [p]And so I love and honour thee and thine, [p]Thy noble
brother Titus and his sons, [p]And her to whom my thoughts are humbled
all, [p]Gracious Lavinia, Rome's rich ornament, [p]That I will here
dismiss my loving friends, [p]And to my fortunes and the people's
favor [p]Commit my cause in balance to be weigh'd.

Saturninus : Friends, that have been thus forward in my right, [p]I thank you all
and here dismiss you all, [p]And to the love and favor of my
country [p]Commit myself, my person and the cause. [p][Exeunt the
followers of SATURNINUS] [p]Rome, be as just and gracious unto
me [p]As I am confident and kind to thee. [p]Open the gates, and let
me in.

Bassianus : Tribunes, and me, a poor competitor.

Captain : Romans, make way: the good Andronicus. [p]Patron of virtue, Rome's
best champion, [p]Successful in the battles that he fights, [p]With
honour and with fortune is return'd [p]From where he circumscribed
with his sword, [p]And brought to yoke, the enemies of Rome. [p][Drums
and trumpets sounded. Enter MARTIUS and] [p]MUTIUS; After them, two
Men bearing a coffin [p]covered with black; then LUCIUS and QUINTUS.
After [p]them, TITUS ANDRONICUS; and then TAMORA, with [p]ALARBUS,
DEMETRIUS, CHIRON, AARON, and other Goths, [p]prisoners; Soldiers and
people following. The [p]Bearers set down the coffin, and TITUS
speaks]

Titus Andronicus : Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning weeds! [p]Lo, as the bark, that
hath discharged her fraught, [p]Returns with precious jading to the
bay [p]From whence at first she weigh'd her anchorage, [p]Cometh
Andronicus, bound with laurel boughs, [p]To re-salute his country with
his tears, [p]Tears of true joy for his return to Rome. [p]Thou great
defender of this Capitol, [p]Stand gracious to the rites that we
intend! [p]Romans, of five and twenty valiant sons, [p]Half of the
number that King Priam had, [p]Behold the poor remains, alive and
dead! [p]These that survive let Rome reward with love; [p]These that I
bring unto their latest home, [p]With burial amongst their
ancestors: [p]Here Goths have given me leave to sheathe my
sword. [p]Titus, unkind and careless of thine own, [p]Why suffer'st
thou thy sons, unburied yet, [p]To hover on the dreadful shore of
Styx? [p]Make way to lay them by their brethren. [p][The tomb is
opened] [p]There greet in silence, as the dead are wont, [p]And sleep
in peace, slain in your country's wars! [p]O sacred receptacle of my
joys, [p]Sweet cell of virtue and nobility, [p]How many sons of mine
hast thou in store, [p]That thou wilt never render to me more!

Lucius : Give us the proudest prisoner of the Goths, [p]That we may hew his
limbs, and on a pile [p]Ad manes fratrum sacrifice his
flesh, [p]Before this earthy prison of their bones; [p]That so the
shadows be not unappeased, [p]Nor we disturb'd with prodigies on
earth.

Titus Andronicus : I give him you, the noblest that survives, [p]The eldest son of this
distressed queen.

Tamora : Stay, Roman brethren! Gracious conqueror, [p]Victorious Titus, rue the
tears I shed, [p]A mother's tears in passion for her son: [p]And if
thy sons were ever dear to thee, [p]O, think my son to be as dear to
me! [p]Sufficeth not that we are brought to Rome, [p]To beautify thy
triumphs and return, [p]Captive to thee and to thy Roman yoke, [p]But
must my sons be slaughter'd in the streets, [p]For valiant doings in
their country's cause? [p]O, if to fight for king and
commonweal [p]Were piety in thine, it is in these. [p]Andronicus,
stain not thy tomb with blood: [p]Wilt thou draw near the nature of
the gods? [p]Draw near them then in being merciful: [p]Sweet mercy is
nobility's true badge: [p]Thrice noble Titus, spare my first-born
son.

Titus Andronicus : Patient yourself, madam, and pardon me. [p]These are their brethren,
whom you Goths beheld [p]Alive and dead, and for their brethren
slain [p]Religiously they ask a sacrifice: [p]To this your son is
mark'd, and die he must, [p]To appease their groaning shadows that are
gone.

Lucius : Away with him! and make a fire straight; [p]And with our swords, upon
a pile of wood, [p]Let's hew his limbs till they be clean consumed.

Tamora : O cruel, irreligious piety!

Chiron : Was ever Scythia half so barbarous?

Demetrius : Oppose not Scythia to ambitious Rome. [p]Alarbus goes to rest; and we
survive [p]To tremble under Titus' threatening looks. [p]Then, madam,
stand resolved, but hope withal [p]The self-same gods that arm'd the
Queen of Troy [p]With opportunity of sharp revenge [p]Upon the
Thracian tyrant in his tent, [p]May favor Tamora, the Queen of
Goths-- [p]When Goths were Goths and Tamora was queen-- [p]To quit the
bloody wrongs upon her foes. [p][Re-enter LUCIUS, QUINTUS, MARTIUS and
MUTIUS, with] [p]their swords bloody]

Lucius : See, lord and father, how we have perform'd [p]Our Roman rites:
Alarbus' limbs are lopp'd, [p]And entrails feed the sacrificing
fire, [p]Whose smoke, like incense, doth perfume the sky. [p]Remaineth
nought, but to inter our brethren, [p]And with loud 'larums welcome
them to Rome.

Titus Andronicus : Let it be so; and let Andronicus [p]Make this his latest farewell to
their souls. [p][Trumpets sounded, and the coffin laid in the
tomb] [p]In peace and honour rest you here, my sons; [p]Rome's
readiest champions, repose you here in rest, [p]Secure from worldly
chances and mishaps! [p]Here lurks no treason, here no envy
swells, [p]Here grow no damned grudges; here are no storms, [p]No
noise, but silence and eternal sleep: [p]In peace and honour rest you
here, my sons!

Lavinia : In peace and honour live Lord Titus long; [p]My noble lord and father,
live in fame! [p]Lo, at this tomb my tributary tears [p]I render, for
my brethren's obsequies; [p]And at thy feet I kneel, with tears of
joy, [p]Shed on the earth, for thy return to Rome: [p]O, bless me here
with thy victorious hand, [p]Whose fortunes Rome's best citizens
applaud!

Titus Andronicus : Kind Rome, that hast thus lovingly reserved [p]The cordial of mine age
to glad my heart! [p]Lavinia, live; outlive thy father's days, [p]And
fame's eternal date, for virtue's praise! [p][Enter, below, MARCUS
ANDRONICUS and Tribunes;] [p]re-enter SATURNINUS and BASSIANUS,
attended]

Marcus Andronicus : Long live Lord Titus, my beloved brother, [p]Gracious triumpher in the
eyes of Rome!

Titus Andronicus : Thanks, gentle tribune, noble brother Marcus.

Marcus Andronicus : And welcome, nephews, from successful wars, [p]You that survive, and
you that sleep in fame! [p]Fair lords, your fortunes are alike in
all, [p]That in your country's service drew your swords: [p]But safer
triumph is this funeral pomp, [p]That hath aspired to Solon's
happiness [p]And triumphs over chance in honour's bed. [p]Titus
Andronicus, the people of Rome, [p]Whose friend in justice thou hast
ever been, [p]Send thee by me, their tribune and their trust, [p]This
palliament of white and spotless hue; [p]And name thee in election for
the empire, [p]With these our late-deceased emperor's sons: [p]Be
candidatus then, and put it on, [p]And help to set a head on headless
Rome.

Titus Andronicus : A better head her glorious body fits [p]Than his that shakes for age
and feebleness: [p]What should I don this robe, and trouble you? [p]Be
chosen with proclamations to-day, [p]To-morrow yield up rule, resign
my life, [p]And set abroad new business for you all? [p]Rome, I have
been thy soldier forty years, [p]And led my country's strength
successfully, [p]And buried one and twenty valiant sons, [p]Knighted
in field, slain manfully in arms, [p]In right and service of their
noble country [p]Give me a staff of honour for mine age, [p]But not a
sceptre to control the world: [p]Upright he held it, lords, that held
it last.

Marcus Andronicus : Titus, thou shalt obtain and ask the empery.

Saturninus : Proud and ambitious tribune, canst thou tell?

Titus Andronicus : Patience, Prince Saturninus.

Saturninus : Romans, do me right: [p]Patricians, draw your swords: and sheathe them
not [p]Till Saturninus be Rome's emperor. [p]Andronicus, would thou
wert shipp'd to hell, [p]Rather than rob me of the people's hearts!

Lucius : Proud Saturnine, interrupter of the good [p]That noble-minded Titus
means to thee!

Titus Andronicus : Content thee, prince; I will restore to thee [p]The people's hearts,
and wean them from themselves.

Bassianus : Andronicus, I do not flatter thee, [p]But honour thee, and will do
till I die: [p]My faction if thou strengthen with thy friends, [p]I
will most thankful be; and thanks to men [p]Of noble minds is
honourable meed.

Titus Andronicus : People of Rome, and people's tribunes here, [p]I ask your voices and
your suffrages: [p]Will you bestow them friendly on Andronicus?

Tribunes : To gratify the good Andronicus, [p]And gratulate his safe return to
Rome, [p]The people will accept whom he admits.

Titus Andronicus : Tribunes, I thank you: and this suit I make, [p]That you create your
emperor's eldest son, [p]Lord Saturnine; whose virtues will, I
hope, [p]Reflect on Rome as Titan's rays on earth, [p]And ripen
justice in this commonweal: [p]Then, if you will elect by my
advice, [p]Crown him and say 'Long live our emperor!'

Marcus Andronicus : With voices and applause of every sort, [p]Patricians and plebeians,
we create [p]Lord Saturninus Rome's great emperor, [p]And say 'Long
live our Emperor Saturnine!'

Saturninus : Titus Andronicus, for thy favors done [p]To us in our election this
day, [p]I give thee thanks in part of thy deserts, [p]And will with
deeds requite thy gentleness: [p]And, for an onset, Titus, to
advance [p]Thy name and honourable family, [p]Lavinia will I make my
empress, [p]Rome's royal mistress, mistress of my heart, [p]And in the
sacred Pantheon her espouse: [p]Tell me, Andronicus, doth this motion
please thee?

Titus Andronicus : It doth, my worthy lord; and in this match [p]I hold me highly
honour'd of your grace: [p]And here in sight of Rome to
Saturnine, [p]King and commander of our commonweal, [p]The wide
world's emperor, do I consecrate [p]My sword, my chariot and my
prisoners; [p]Presents well worthy Rome's imperial lord: [p]Receive
them then, the tribute that I owe, [p]Mine honour's ensigns humbled at
thy feet.

Saturninus : Thanks, noble Titus, father of my life! [p]How proud I am of thee and
of thy gifts [p]Rome shall record, and when I do forget [p]The least
of these unspeakable deserts, [p]Romans, forget your fealty to me.

Titus Andronicus : [To TAMORA] Now, madam, are you prisoner to [p]an emperor; [p]To him
that, for your honour and your state, [p]Will use you nobly and your
followers.

Saturninus : A goodly lady, trust me; of the hue [p]That I would choose, were I to
choose anew. [p]Clear up, fair queen, that cloudy
countenance: [p]Though chance of war hath wrought this change of
cheer, [p]Thou comest not to be made a scorn in Rome: [p]Princely
shall be thy usage every way. [p]Rest on my word, and let not
discontent [p]Daunt all your hopes: madam, he comforts you [p]Can make
you greater than the Queen of Goths. [p]Lavinia, you are not
displeased with this?

Lavinia : Not I, my lord; sith true nobility [p]Warrants these words in princely
courtesy.

Saturninus : Thanks, sweet Lavinia. Romans, let us go; [p]Ransomless here we set
our prisoners free: [p]Proclaim our honours, lords, with trump and
drum.

Bassianus : Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is mine.

Titus Andronicus : How, sir! are you in earnest then, my lord?

Bassianus : Ay, noble Titus; and resolved withal [p]To do myself this reason and
this right.

Marcus Andronicus : 'Suum cuique' is our Roman justice: [p]This prince in justice seizeth
but his own.

Lucius : And that he will, and shall, if Lucius live.

Titus Andronicus : Traitors, avaunt! Where is the emperor's guard? [p]Treason, my lord!
Lavinia is surprised!

Saturninus : Surprised! by whom?

Bassianus : By him that justly may [p]Bear his betroth'd from all the world away.

Mutius : Brothers, help to convey her hence away, [p]And with my sword I'll
keep this door safe.

Titus Andronicus : Follow, my lord, and I'll soon bring her back.

Mutius : My lord, you pass not here.

Titus Andronicus : What, villain boy! [p]Barr'st me my way in Rome?

Mutius : Help, Lucius, help! [p][Dies] [p][During the fray, SATURNINUS, TAMORA,
DEMETRIUS,] [p]CHIRON and AARON go out and re-enter, above]

Lucius : My lord, you are unjust, and, more than so, [p]In wrongful quarrel you
have slain your son.

Titus Andronicus : Nor thou, nor he, are any sons of mine; [p]My sons would never so
dishonour me: [p]Traitor, restore Lavinia to the emperor.

Lucius : Dead, if you will; but not to be his wife, [p]That is another's lawful
promised love.

Saturninus : No, Titus, no; the emperor needs her not, [p]Nor her, nor thee, nor
any of thy stock: [p]I'll trust, by leisure, him that mocks me
once; [p]Thee never, nor thy traitorous haughty sons, [p]Confederates
all thus to dishonour me. [p]Was there none else in Rome to make a
stale, [p]But Saturnine? Full well, Andronicus, [p]Agree these deeds
with that proud brag of thine, [p]That said'st I begg'd the empire at
thy hands.

Titus Andronicus : O monstrous! what reproachful words are these?

Saturninus : But go thy ways; go, give that changing piece [p]To him that
flourish'd for her with his sword [p]A valiant son-in-law thou shalt
enjoy; [p]One fit to bandy with thy lawless sons, [p]To ruffle in the
commonwealth of Rome.

Titus Andronicus : These words are razors to my wounded heart.

Saturninus : And therefore, lovely Tamora, queen of Goths, [p]That like the stately
Phoebe 'mongst her nymphs [p]Dost overshine the gallant'st dames of
Rome, [p]If thou be pleased with this my sudden choice, [p]Behold, I
choose thee, Tamora, for my bride, [p]And will create thee empress of
Rome, [p]Speak, Queen of Goths, dost thou applaud my choice? [p]And
here I swear by all the Roman gods, [p]Sith priest and holy water are
so near [p]And tapers burn so bright and every thing [p]In readiness
for Hymenaeus stand, [p]I will not re-salute the streets of
Rome, [p]Or climb my palace, till from forth this place [p]I lead
espoused my bride along with me.

Tamora : And here, in sight of heaven, to Rome I swear, [p]If Saturnine advance
the Queen of Goths, [p]She will a handmaid be to his desires, [p]A
loving nurse, a mother to his youth.

Saturninus : Ascend, fair queen, Pantheon. Lords, accompany [p]Your noble emperor
and his lovely bride, [p]Sent by the heavens for Prince
Saturnine, [p]Whose wisdom hath her fortune conquered: [p]There shall
we consummate our spousal rites.

Titus Andronicus : I am not bid to wait upon this bride. [p]Titus, when wert thou wont to
walk alone, [p]Dishonour'd thus, and challenged of wrongs?

Marcus Andronicus : O Titus, see, O, see what thou hast done! [p]In a bad quarrel slain a
virtuous son.

Titus Andronicus : No, foolish tribune, no; no son of mine, [p]Nor thou, nor these,
confederates in the deed [p]That hath dishonour'd all our
family; [p]Unworthy brother, and unworthy sons!

Lucius : But let us give him burial, as becomes; [p]Give Mutius burial with our
brethren.

Titus Andronicus : Traitors, away! he rests not in this tomb: [p]This monument five
hundred years hath stood, [p]Which I have sumptuously
re-edified: [p]Here none but soldiers and Rome's servitors [p]Repose
in fame; none basely slain in brawls: [p]Bury him where you can; he
comes not here.

Marcus Andronicus : My lord, this is impiety in you: [p]My nephew Mutius' deeds do plead
for him [p]He must be buried with his brethren.

Quintus : And shall, or him we will accompany.

Titus Andronicus : 'And shall!' what villain was it that spake [p]that word?

Quintus : He that would vouch it in any place but here.

Titus Andronicus : What, would you bury him in my despite?

Marcus Andronicus : No, noble Titus, but entreat of thee [p]To pardon Mutius and to bury
him.

Titus Andronicus : Marcus, even thou hast struck upon my crest, [p]And, with these boys,
mine honour thou hast wounded: [p]My foes I do repute you every
one; [p]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.

Marcus Andronicus : Brother, for in that name doth nature plead,--

Quintus : Father, and in that name doth nature speak,--

Titus Andronicus : Speak thou no more, if all the rest will speed.

Marcus Andronicus : Renowned Titus, more than half my soul,--

Lucius : Dear father, soul and substance of us all,--

Marcus Andronicus : Suffer thy brother Marcus to inter [p]His noble nephew here in
virtue's nest, [p]That died in honour and Lavinia's cause. [p]Thou art
a Roman; be not barbarous: [p]The Greeks upon advice did bury
Ajax [p]That slew himself; and wise Laertes' son [p]Did graciously
plead for his funerals: [p]Let not young Mutius, then, that was thy
joy [p]Be barr'd his entrance here.

Titus Andronicus : Rise, Marcus, rise. [p]The dismall'st day is this that e'er I
saw, [p]To be dishonour'd by my sons in Rome! [p]Well, bury him, and
bury me the next.

Lucius : There lie thy bones, sweet Mutius, with thy friends, [p]Till we with
trophies do adorn thy tomb.

All : [Kneeling] No man shed tears for noble Mutius; [p]He lives in fame
that died in virtue's cause.

Marcus Andronicus : My lord, to step out of these dreary dumps, [p]How comes it that the
subtle Queen of Goths [p]Is of a sudden thus advanced in Rome?

Titus Andronicus : I know not, Marcus; but I know it is, [p]Whether by device or no, the
heavens can tell: [p]Is she not then beholding to the man [p]That
brought her for this high good turn so far? [p]Yes, and will nobly him
remunerate. [p][Flourish. Re-enter, from one side,
SATURNINUS] [p]attended, TAMORA, DEMETRIUS, CHIRON and AARON;
from [p]the other, BASSIANUS, LAVINIA, and others]

Saturninus : So, Bassianus, you have play'd your prize: [p]God give you joy, sir,
of your gallant bride!

Bassianus : And you of yours, my lord! I say no more, [p]Nor wish no less; and so,
I take my leave.

Saturninus : Traitor, if Rome have law or we have power, [p]Thou and thy faction
shall repent this rape.

Bassianus : Rape, call you it, my lord, to seize my own, [p]My truth-betrothed
love and now my wife? [p]But let the laws of Rome determine
all; [p]Meanwhile I am possess'd of that is mine.

Saturninus : 'Tis good, sir: you are very short with us; [p]But, if we live, we'll
be as sharp with you.

Bassianus : My lord, what I have done, as best I may, [p]Answer I must and shall
do with my life. [p]Only thus much I give your grace to know: [p]By
all the duties that I owe to Rome, [p]This noble gentleman, Lord Titus
here, [p]Is in opinion and in honour wrong'd; [p]That in the rescue of
Lavinia [p]With his own hand did slay his youngest son, [p]In zeal to
you and highly moved to wrath [p]To be controll'd in that he frankly
gave: [p]Receive him, then, to favor, Saturnine, [p]That hath
express'd himself in all his deeds [p]A father and a friend to thee
and Rome.

Titus Andronicus : Prince Bassianus, leave to plead my deeds: [p]'Tis thou and those that
have dishonour'd me. [p]Rome and the righteous heavens be my
judge, [p]How I have loved and honour'd Saturnine!

Tamora : My worthy lord, if ever Tamora [p]Were gracious in those princely eyes
of thine, [p]Then hear me speak in indifferently for all; [p]And at my
suit, sweet, pardon what is past.

Saturninus : What, madam! be dishonour'd openly, [p]And basely put it up without
revenge?

Tamora : Not so, my lord; the gods of Rome forfend [p]I should be author to
dishonour you! [p]But on mine honour dare I undertake [p]For good Lord
Titus' innocence in all; [p]Whose fury not dissembled speaks his
griefs: [p]Then, at my suit, look graciously on him; [p]Lose not so
noble a friend on vain suppose, [p]Nor with sour looks afflict his
gentle heart. [p][Aside to SATURNINUS] My lord, be ruled by me,] [p]be
won at last; [p]Dissemble all your griefs and discontents: [p]You are
but newly planted in your throne; [p]Lest, then, the people, and
patricians too, [p]Upon a just survey, take Titus' part, [p]And so
supplant you for ingratitude, [p]Which Rome reputes to be a heinous
sin, [p]Yield at entreats; and then let me alone: [p]I'll find a day
to massacre them all [p]And raze their faction and their
family, [p]The cruel father and his traitorous sons, [p]To whom I sued
for my dear son's life, [p]And make them know what 'tis to let a
queen [p]Kneel in the streets and beg for grace in
vain. [p][Aloud] [p]Come, come, sweet emperor; come,
Andronicus; [p]Take up this good old man, and cheer the heart [p]That
dies in tempest of thy angry frown.

Saturninus : Rise, Titus, rise; my empress hath prevail'd.

Titus Andronicus : I thank your majesty, and her, my lord: [p]These words, these looks,
infuse new life in me.

Tamora : Titus, I am incorporate in Rome, [p]A Roman now adopted
happily, [p]And must advise the emperor for his good. [p]This day all
quarrels die, Andronicus; [p]And let it be mine honour, good my
lord, [p]That I have reconciled your friends and you. [p]For you,
Prince Bassianus, I have pass'd [p]My word and promise to the
emperor, [p]That you will be more mild and tractable. [p]And fear not
lords, and you, Lavinia; [p]By my advice, all humbled on your
knees, [p]You shall ask pardon of his majesty.

Lucius : We do, and vow to heaven and to his highness, [p]That what we did was
mildly as we might, [p]Tendering our sister's honour and our own.

Marcus Andronicus : That, on mine honour, here I do protest.

Saturninus : Away, and talk not; trouble us no more.

Tamora : Nay, nay, sweet emperor, we must all be friends: [p]The tribune and
his nephews kneel for grace; [p]I will not be denied: sweet heart,
look back.

Saturninus : Marcus, for thy sake and thy brother's here, [p]And at my lovely
Tamora's entreats, [p]I do remit these young men's heinous faults:
Stand up. [p]Lavinia, though you left me like a churl, [p]I found a
friend, and sure as death I swore [p]I would not part a bachelor from
the priest. [p]Come, if the emperor's court can feast two
brides, [p]You are my guest, Lavinia, and your friends. [p]This day
shall be a love-day, Tamora.

Titus Andronicus : To-morrow, an it please your majesty [p]To hunt the panther and the
hart with me, [p]With horn and hound we'll give your grace bonjour.

Saturninus : Be it so, Titus, and gramercy too.

Next: Act 2 - Scene 1

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