Titus Andronicus. Уильям Шекспир

         Sat. Romaines do me right.

      Patricians draw your Swords, and sheath them not

      Till Saturninus be Romes Emperour:

      Andronicus would thou wert shipt to hell,

      Rather then rob me of the peoples harts

         Luc. Proud Saturnine, interrupter of the good

      That Noble minded Titus meanes to thee

         Tit. Content thee Prince, I will restore to thee

      The peoples harts, and weane them from themselues

         Bass. Andronicus, I do not flatter thee

      But Honour thee, and will doe till I die:

      My Faction if thou strengthen with thy Friend?

      I will most thankefull be, and thankes to men

      Of Noble mindes, is Honourable Meede

         Tit. People of Rome, and Noble Tribunes heere,

      I aske your voyces and your Suffrages,

      Will you bestow them friendly on Andronicus?

        Tribunes. To gratifie the good Andronicus,

      And Gratulate his safe returne to Rome,

      The people will accept whom he admits

         Tit. Tribunes I thanke you, and this sure I make,

      That you Create your Emperours eldest sonne,

      Lord Saturnine, whose Vertues will I hope,

      Reflect on Rome as Tytans Rayes on earth,

      And ripen Iustice in this Common-weale:

      Then if you will elect by my aduise,

      Crowne him, and say: Long liue our Emperour

         Mar. An. With Voyces and applause of euery sort,

      Patricians and Plebeans we Create

      Lord Saturninus Romes Great Emperour.

      And say, Long liue our Emperour Saturnine.

      A long Flourish till they come downe.

        Satu. Titus Andronicus, for thy Fauours done,

      To vs in our Election this day,

      I giue thee thankes in part of thy Deserts,

      And will with Deeds requite thy gentlenesse:

      And for an Onset Titus to aduance

      Thy Name, and Honorable Familie,

      Lauinia will I make my Empresse,

      Romes Royall Mistris, Mistris of my hart

      And in the Sacred Pathan her espouse:

      Tell me Andronicus doth this motion please thee?

        Tit. It doth my worthy Lord, and in this match,

      I hold me Highly Honoured of your Grace,

      And heere in sight of Rome, to Saturnine,

      King and Commander of our Common-weale,

      The Wide-worlds Emperour, do I Consecrate,

      My Sword, my Chariot, and my Prisoners,

      Presents well Worthy Romes Imperiall Lord:

      Receiue them then, the Tribute that I owe,

      Mine Honours Ensignes humbled at my feete

         Satu. Thankes 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 vnspeakable Deserts,

      Romans forget your Fealtie to me

         Tit. Now Madam are you prisoner to an Emperour,

      To him that for your Honour and your State,

      Will vse you Nobly and your followers

         Satu. A goodly Lady, trust me of the Hue

      That I would choose, were I to choose a new:

      Cleere vp Faire Queene that cloudy countenance,

      Though chance of warre

      Hath wrought this change of cheere,

      Thou com'st not to be made a scorne in Rome:

      Princely shall be thy vsage euery way.

      Rest on my word, and let not discontent

      Daunt all your hopes: Madam he comforts you,

      Can make you Greater then the Queene of Gothes?

      Lauinia you are not displeas'd with this?

        Lau. Not I my Lord, sith true Nobilitie,

      Warrants these words in Princely curtesie

         Sat. Thankes sweete Lauinia, Romans let vs goe:

      Ransomlesse heere we set our Prisoners free,

      Proclaime our Honors Lords with Trumpe and Drum

      Bass. Lord Titus by your leaue, this Maid is mine

         Tit. How sir? Are you in earnest then my Lord?

        Bass. I Noble Titus, and resolu'd withall,

      To doe my selfe this reason, and this right

         Marc. Suum cuiquam, is our Romane Iustice,

      This Prince in Iustice ceazeth but his owne

      Luc. And that he will and shall, if Lucius liue

         Tit. Traytors auant, where is the Emperours Guarde?

      Treason my Lord, Lauinia is surpris'd

         Sat. Surpris'd, by whom?

        Bass. By him that iustly may

      Beare his Betroth'd, from all the world away

         Muti. Brothers helpe to conuey her hence away,

      And with my Sword Ile keepe this doore safe

      Tit. Follow my Lord, and Ile soone bring her backe

      Mut. My Lord you passe not heere

         Tit. What villaine Boy, bar'st me my way in Rome?

        Mut. Helpe Lucius helpe. He kils him

         Luc. My Lord you are vniust, and more then so,

      In wrongfull quarrell, you haue slaine your son

         Tit. Nor thou, nor he are any sonnes of mine,

      My sonnes would neuer so dishonour me.

      Traytor restore Lauinia to the Emperour

         Luc. Dead if you will, but not to be his wife,

      That is anothers lawfull promist Loue.

        Empe. No Titus, no, the Emperour needs her not,

      Nor her, nor thee, nor any of thy